Little English Boy
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Copyright 2025 by Little English Boy, all rights reserved
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
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My name is Gerald Thompson, but my friends call me Gerry. My
little sister Pippa is three years younger than me and is actually fun
to be around, although she can be quite bossy. In recent years I’ve
been wondering why it is it that a boy like me is afforded no privacy
whereas Pip is treated differently?
It wasn’t always like that.
When she first came into my life, Pip was initially bathed separately
in her own small tub in the bathroom, while I was in the big tub
alongside. Once she started walking, we had our baths together and I
never thought anything of it. I noticed she was different to me down
there and did ask mum why Pip had no willy, but I just got a smile as I
was told only boys have a willy. When Pip was two and could keep up
with me, we always used to run around the house together after our bath
without a stitch on. When mum finally took us up to bed, we used to
delay the inevitable by holding both hands and bouncing on the bed.
This always made Pip giggle as she watched my willy flop up and down
with each bounce. When we finally collapsed on the bed, she would often
give it a couple of flicks, which made me giggle too, but I was only
five then. In those early days we slept in the same room but in
separate beds. We never wore night clothes in bed and were always happy
to sleep naked. After mum kissed us goodnight and left, Pip would
invariably sneak into my bed and we used to spend the night cuddled
together. That was usually how mum found us when she flung back the bed
clothes to get us up. She always smiled to see us both snuggled up like
that before she sent us off to the bathroom with a light smack on our
bare bottoms.
It must have been when I was about seven that
things changed. I was just stirring when I heard mum come in. She
pulled off the bedclothes to find Pippa asleep beside me as normal. We
were both laying on our backs, and I gave mum a grin and said good
morning mum, but I could see she wasn’t looking at me. I followed her
gaze and she was studying Pip’s hand between my legs as her fingers
wrapped around my willy. That wasn’t unusual, as Pip called it my boy
handle and would often hold on to it as she fell asleep all snuggled up
to me. I never minded, as her hand felt really nice and warm down
there. That morning, my hand was also feeling warm as it rested between
Pip’s open legs. Mum never said anything whenever she found us like
that and just smiled as she lifted our hands off and put them together
so we held hands. After we gave each other a kiss, we would continue
holding hands as we ran off giggling to get our morning shower, with
mum’s light smack on our bare bottoms speeding us on our way.
That
morning didn’t work out as it usually did. Mum’s face had a shocked
look, and that was when I noticed my normally floppy little willy that
Pip was holding in her hand had swollen to almost three inches long and
was sticking right up in the air. That had never happened before and I
was worried something was wrong with it. Before I could ask mum, Pip
stirred. As usual, her first response was to give me a kiss on my
cheek, which I returned.
“Good morning Gerry.”
“Good morning Pip.”
She grinned at mum.
“Good morning mummy.”
She saw the look on mum’s face and must have followed her gaze too. Pip looked puzzled at what she was holding.
“What’s happened to Gerry’s boy handle mummy?”
Before mum could respond, I felt Pip’s fingers give it a squeeze,
“It’s gone all stiff mummy. Have I broken it?”
Mum looked at me.
“I think you’d better put some underpants on Gerald.”
“I’ll go and have my shower first mum.”
I was surprised when she raised her voice.
“Underpants NOW!”
I realised she was serious and got up to slip them on. Mum stared at the tent in the front, then turned to Pip.
“And you young lady can put on your panties and a vest.”
Pip shrugged and just did as she was told. Once she had them on, I went to rush for the door.
“Come on Pip, I’ll race you to the bathroom.”
Mum stopped her.
“You stay here.”
For some reason she glared at me.
“You can go off for your shower. I’ll be in shortly as I want a word with you.”
I
was disappointed not to shower with Pip as I would have to do my own
back. When I got to the bathroom, I took off my underpants and stepped
in the shower. It was still pointing up in the air, and I could ask mum
about that when she came in. Just then the door flew open, and before I
could say anything, mum launched into a tirade.
“How dare you
put on such a disgusting display in front of your little sister. Have
you been encouraging her to play with it? What have you got to say for
yourself Gerald Richard Thompson?”
She used my full name so something was serious, but I had no idea what she was on about.
“What do you mean mum?”
“Don’t act all innocent with me. You’re still displaying it to your mother. I’ll make it go down you disgusting boy.”
I
still didn’t know what this was all about, then she yanked me out of
the shower and I found myself over her lap and staring at the floor. I
shrieked when the bath brush landed full strength on my wet bare
bottom, and in seconds I was bawling and begging her to stop. I had
never been spanked like that, the occasional firm smack on my bottom
was the most severe reprimand I had ever received before. The pain
seemed to go on forever as she kept up a flurry of spanks and my bottom
was in flames. At last she stopped and pulled me up. She looked between
my legs, then tapped the bath brush under my now floppy willy. It was
just a tap, but I’d never felt such pain and let out a huge scream.
“The next time you do that in front your little sister, this bath brush will be spanking you right there until it goes soft.”
I
finally grasped that it was my willy getting stiff which was the
problem, but it had never gone like that before. I was at a complete
loss as to why it did that but knew I’d better apologise.
“I’m very sorry mummy.”
“I should think so too. Now get back in that shower and give yourself a good scrubbing, especially that thing.”
She really had no need to point, as I caught her drift.
“I’ll bring you your clothes and you will get dressed in here.”
Me
and Pip never used to get dressed until after breakfast, and at
weekends often not until we had to go out. That was not the only
change. When I got back from school, my bed had been shifted into the
box room, along with a chest of drawers and a wardrobe. There on my bed
were a new pair of striped pyjamas and I was told to put those on
before I left the bathroom each night and always put my underwear on
first. When mum said it was time for bed, I grabbed Pip’s hand, but mum
said I was to wait until after she had gone through the bathroom. After
I had showered, I put on my underpants and pyjamas and went to the box
room alone. After a minute or two, mum came in holding Pip’s hand.
“Your little sister has insisted on giving you a goodnight kiss before she packs down in her own bed.”
Mum
put particular emphasis on that last phrase and gave Pip a glare. She
was almost in tears and seemed really uncomfortable in that new
nightie, which went right up to her neck and all the way down to the
floor. Pip gave me a sweet peck on my cheek, then mum scuttled her back
to her room. I felt so lonely in bed that night, my pyjamas and
underpants being a very poor substitute for the warmth of my little
sister. Me and Pip had had such a carefree attitude about wearing
clothes, but after what happened, mum made sure I never saw even a
square inch of Pip’s bare flesh.
I got nervous about being seen
naked by my little sister in case it went stiff again and mum saw it.
Over the next few years I became more and more modest and never let mum
see me naked just in case. When I was eleven, me and Pip had to go to
the doctor for a medical. Mum told me to wait outside while my little
sister had her medical, then I was called in. Pip was sitting in the
chair next to mum fully dressed. The lady doctor gave me a smile.
“Your sister is fine. Now, get those clothes off Gerald so I can check you out too. You may keep your underpants on.”
How
come Pip’s medical was in private, but I was expected to strip off in
front of mum, the doctor and my little sister? I had no option but to
do as I was told. At least I could keep my undies on, although I was
still concerned about going stiff. I was so self-conscious and felt my
face go red as I stood almost naked in front of mum and Pip while the
doctor prodded and poked me. Looking over at Pip, she was grinning to
see my obvious embarrassment. I reckoned I must have been nearly done
when the doctor gave me such a sweet smile.
“You’ve been a
really good little boy to me today Gerald. Now, put your hands on your
head, interlock your fingers and grip them very tight so I can see how
strong you are Gerald.”
I did as I was told and returned the doctor’s smile as I put all my power to stop her pulling them apart.
“My, my, what a strong little boy you are. Now, just one more thing to check Gerald.”
I
was pleased the doctor complimented me on my strength especially with
Pip watching. I got another sweet smile, then the doctor suddenly
gripped my underpants, whisked them right down, then lifted my legs
out, before handing my last piece of cover to mum. I went to undo my
hands and cover up, but I had locked them together so tight. The doctor
saw me move and her hand was a blur as it lunged towards my bare bottom.
“Ooooooooooowwwwwww!”
“Keep those hands tightly gripped on your head or it’s another smacked botty for you. Get your legs wide apart.”
I
could not look Pip in the face but heard her distinctive giggle as she
saw my willy for the first time in over four years. I had yet to start
my main growth spurt, but it was a bit bigger than when she last saw it
dangling down. The doctor cupped her hand underneath my hairless ball
sac and told me to turn my head and cough, then got me to repeat it.
She then picked up my prepubescent willy and went to slide my point of
skin back to check under there. It had always been tight and she called
mum over.
“I think Gerald has phimosis. He is 11 and we should be able to pop out his glans, but his foreskin is hard to retract.”
Mum gave my still warm undies to Pip and I went scarlet as mum kept trying, but my pink head was not coming out.
“I see what you mean doctor.”
Mum let go and turned to the doctor.
“What do you recommend doctor?”
That was when Pip got up and decided to try her hand. As she moved it around, I was worried it might go stiff.
“Well Mrs Thompson, a circumcision to cut Gerald’s foreskin off completely might be necessary…”
I was mortified at such a suggestion. Pip then gave my foreskin a really sharp yank back.
“Oooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwww!”
The end of my willy popped right out as the foreskin clamped tightly behind the head.
“…but it looks like your daughter may have solved her brother’s problem.”
She gave Pip a smile.
“Well done young lady.”
The doctor spoke to mum.
“Now
it is out, we can try a topical ointment rubbed in twice each day to
ease Gerald’s foreskin Mrs Thompson. The best times to do it would be
before Gerald goes to bed, and before he leaves for school each
morning. I’ll give you another appointment for Gerald to come back in
two weeks’ time so I can check how it is going.”
Pip still had hold of it and was inspecting it closely. The doctor gave her a smile.
“I’m sure you would like to help your big brother out.”
Pip grinned and nodded as the doctor reached in the drawer and handed her a long white tube.
“Here’s the cream Pippa. I’ll just wipe this bit of blood off the head, then I can show you how to apply it.”
I screamed as the antiseptic stung like hell on my most sensitive boy part. She gave Pip a grin.
“Don’t you find little boys can be such babies Pippa.”
Pip returned her grin.
“Yes doctor, I do.”
“Right,
it’s all clean now so pull the skin back as far as possible, then put
the cream all over, especially behind the head and around that tag of
skin below it. Have you got that Pippa?”
“Yes doctor.”
It began to feel odd as my little sister slathered the cream all over my willy while she held my skin back.
“Good.
Now you need to work the cream in thoroughly, then slowly slide the
foreskin right forward until the end goes to a point, before slowly
sliding it right back to pop the head out again. You need to work his
foreskin back and forth about a dozen times each evening as well as
each morning before Gerald leaves for school. Can you do that Pippa?”
“Yes doctor, I can.”
“Excellent, now get some practice loosening your big brother’s foreskin while I talk to your mother.”
Mum
and the doctor were chatting, but I paid no attention and just gazed
out of the window not wishing to observe any of this humiliation. That
odd feeling increased, then my sister stopped.
“I can’t get the skin to go to a point doctor, as Gerry’s boy handle has grown and gone stiff. Am I doing it wrong?”
Mum’s face looked like fury.
“You disgusting little pervert. I’ll soon sort that out.”
She went to smack my twitching willy, now over three inches long. I was relieved when the doctor grabbed her hand.
“It is a natural side effect of the treatment Mrs Thompson. Best not to hit Gerald there if you want grandchildren.”
The doctor gave Pip another smile.
“It
is correctly called a penis Pippa and going stiff is known as a boy
having an erection. That can happen when you rub a boy there and is
perfectly normal, so you have done nothing wrong. In fact, when a penis
swells up like that it will stretch the foreskin on its own, which is
all good. How many times have you done it so far Pippa?”
“Six doctor.”
“OK.
Carry on Pippa while I finish explaining to your mother. You don’t need
to get the foreskin to go into a point if Gerald has an erection, just
see it slides over the swollen head, then stretch it right back. Have
you got that Pippa?”
“Yes doctor.”
She then turned to mum.
“Little
boys often get an erection during their medical Mrs Thompson. For some
reason they become so embarrassed, especially if their sister is
present and giggles. I always explain to them both that it is such a
natural thing and nothing for a boy to get self-conscious about. A
little boy with a prepubescent erection is just so cute and seeing so
many in my job is a delightful perk. Gerald is still a little boy with
no hair around his genitals and his scrotum is snug under his penis,
which we call Tanner Stage one on the puberty scale. Gerald is likely
to be starting puberty over the next year.”
She then gave mum a grin.
“It’s a good job your boy is still prepubescent, or Pippa might get a surprise as she helps Gerald out with his foreskin.”
Mum returned her grin.
“Quite so Doctor.”
It
was beginning to feel rather nice down there as Pip slowly worked my
skin back and forth. I suddenly got the most fantastic feeling ever and
emitted several grunts. Looking down, the head had shrunk back inside
and Pip had stopped.
“Gerry’s penis went ever so stiff and pulsed three times. His erection has collapsed now. Have I broken it doctor?”
The doctor picked up my shrunken willy, squeezed along it, and wiped her finger over the end. She gave mum a wink.
“Even little boys can get those Mrs Thompson, but for Gerald his was dry.”
I had no idea what they were talking about, then the doctor turned to Pip.
“A
little boy’s penis may get very stiff and pulse before it goes floppy
again Pippa. That is all perfectly normal, and you can stop stretching
Gerald’s foreskin after his penis does that. You did very well today
Pippa.”
The doctor looked at me.
“You may put your clothes back on now, as we are all finished Gerald.”
I could not get dressed fast enough as the doctor turned to mum.
“We are in full agreement Mrs Thompson on the next course of action if the ointment treatment is unsuccessful.”
“Absolutely doctor. I can sign the necessary documentation then.”
I had no idea what they were talking about, but I just wanted to get home.
“I will see you all again in two weeks’ time Mrs Thompson.”
**********
That evening as I went up to the bathroom, mum and Pip followed me in a few seconds after. Mum gave the orders.
“Get undressed Gerald and have your shower first. I will dry you off before Pippa works the cream into your penis.”
It was bad enough at the doctor’s, but I could do it all myself, and did I need an audience whilst naked and showering?
“Err…
Can I have my shower on my own please mum. Err… Pip doesn’t have to
keep seeing me… err… naked, and… err… I can dry myself off too and
apply the cream to my own… err… willy mum.”
“Don’t be silly
Gerald. Pippa is your sister and sisters seeing their brother naked
does not bother them. Besides, Pippa has had practice in what is
needed, and the doctor was very pleased with her efforts.”
I hesitated.
“SHOWER. NOW!”
What
option did I have? Pip grinned as she watched me finally lower my
undies and step into the shower. I tried to turn my back when I went to
wash down there, only to get a sharp smack on my wet bottom.
“We need to see you are washing your penis properly Gerald so it is clean for Pippa to rub in the cream.”
As I washed between my legs, mum reached in and tried to slide my foreskin back but failed.
“OK Pippa, you seem to have the knack, so would you do it for me please?”
Pip was no less gentle than at the doctor’s.
“Oooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwww!”
“I think you’d better clean under there Pippa, as boys cannot be trusted to wash themselves properly.”
“OK mum.”
I
could do nothing as my little sister began to wash my willy. I got a
bit nervous at it started to grow, but mum just told her she was doing
a grand job. It was a full 3 inch plus erection as she picked up the
tube and began to rub it in. Mum watched closely as Pip slowly worked
my foreskin back and forth. It was not long before that fantastic
feeling hit me again and Pip let go. Mum picked it up to squeeze along
it, then rubbed her finger over the end and nodded.
“Right Gerald. Put your underpants and pyjamas on, then get to bed.”
**********
In
the morning, I got up and showered, then went down for some cornflakes.
I was half way through them, when I heard the back door open and a
voice called out.
“Anybody in?”
It was Lucia, my
classmate Amelia’s little sister coming to join us as we all walked to
school together. I gave her a smile as she sauntered in.
“Hi
Lucia. Pip’s just popped upstairs to fetch something. Take a seat, as
she won’t be long. Amelia was off sick yesterday. How is she today?”
“Sis is fine Gerry and will be along shortly. She popped into the shop to get something, so I ran on ahead.”
Mum gave Lucia a smile as she wandered in with Pip behind her. That was when I saw Pip was holding the tube.
“OK Gerald, get your shorts and underpants off so Pippa can treat your penis.”
I couldn’t possibly let this happen in front of Lucia.
“But mum…”
“There’s no time for your silly arguing Gerald, as you all have to get off to school. Now come here.”
I still hesitated.
“AT ONCE GERALD!”
I
had to comply. Mum turned me round to face Pip and Lucia, then I felt
my shorts and undies being slid right down to my ankles. Lucia’s eyes
went wide, then she giggled. Why on earth did I have to choose this
morning to put on my short t-shirt? It was bad enough being seen by mum
and Pip, but this was my classmate’s little sister seeing everything I
had got, and I must have gone scarlet. Pip turned to Lucia.
“We had our medicals last night, and the doctor found Gerry has a problem. What was it called mum?”
“Phimosis dear.”
Mum smiled at Lucia.
“As
you can see Lucia, Gerald’s penis comes to a point of skin, known as
the foreskin. It should be easy to retract so his glans can be popped
out, but it is too tight. Twice a day, he needs this ointment rubbed in
his penis and thoroughly worked in as his foreskin is slid back and
forth to try and stretch it. Pippa seems to have the knack and the
doctor recommended she helps Gerald out with his problem.”
Mum gave my little sister a nod and she grabbed my willy.
“Oooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwww!”
Pip put a dollop of ointment on my willy and began rubbing it in. It wasn’t long before it reacted. Lucia was puzzled.
“What’s happened to Gerry’s willy Mrs Thompson. It has grown and gone stiff.”
“That is a natural side effect of the treatment Lucia and is known as a boy having an erection. It is perfectly normal.”
I heard the back door open.
“Anybody in?”
I
went scarlet as my classmate stood in the doorway looking at me with my
shorts and undies round my ankles as Pip rubbed probably the first
willy Amelia had ever seen, and it was stiff. Eventually she looked up
and gave mum a grin.
“What’s going on Mrs Thompson?”
It was Lucia who answered as Pip slowly worked it back and forth.
“Gerry’s
got something called fimosia and can’t retract the foreskin on his
willy. The doctor has told Pip to rub ointment in to stretch it.”
Amelia looked straight into my eyes.
“Wow Gerry, I never knew a boy’s willy was that big.”
That may have been a boost to my ego, but I barely heard her when that fantastic feeling washed over me as I grunted.
“What’s happened Gerry? Has Pip broken your willy? It has got so tiny now and shrunk inside that point of skin.”
At that comment my ego was deflated as much as my willy, but what could I tell her?
“Err… err… err…”
It
was mum who answered
her
“Gerald’s penis has gone back to normal now Amelia. He had what
is known as an erection where his penis grows and points up in the air
and is a natural side effect of Gerald’s treatment.”
She turned to me.
“OK Gerald, get dressed as you all need to be off to school now.”
My classmate smiled.
“I’ll give you a hand Gerry.”
Before I could object, she just grabbed my shorts and undies, pulled them up, then tucked my floppy willy in.
“I was surprised Gerry’s willy was so warm Mrs Thompson, but I’ve got him all dressed now.”
“Thank your friend for helping you Gerald.”
“Err… Thanks Amelia.”
This
went on for the next two weeks, but at least Amelia and Lucia did agree
not to tell anyone what they saw every morning. That evening, I found
myself standing in front of the doctor, with mum and Pip alongside. She
turned to Pip.
“How did it go Pippa?”
“I did it every night and every morning, but it still seems very tight doctor.”
“I’m sure you did your best Pippa, but I’ll just check it out.”
She turned to me.
“OK Gerald get all those clothes off so I can check your foreskin.”
I had no option and was soon naked in front of her. She picked up my willy and slid it back, which still hurt a bit.
“Ooowww!”
“Hmmm.
It is far too tight Mrs Thompson. We did discuss the options at our
last appointment, and we both agreed on the course of action if the
ointment did not work. Are you still happy for me to proceed?”
“I only want the best for Gerald, Doctor. I’ll just sign the parental approval and you can get on with it.”
“Hop on that table Gerald.”
“What are you going to do doctor?”
“Now don’t you worry. We’re going to sort out your phimosis, and it’ll all be over before you know it Gerald.”
I was still not sure what was going to happen and did not move. The doctor gave me a fierce look.
“HOP ON THAT TABLE. I won’t tell you again.”
“But doctor…”
In
an instant I found myself over her lap staring at the carpet. Looking
up, the doctor was holding a large paddle with holes in and it was
coming down fast.
“Oooooowwwwww… Oooooowwwwww… Oooooowwwwww… Oooooowwwwww… Oooooowwwwww…”
To the accompaniment of Pip’s laughter, my bare bottom erupted in flames.
“Oooooowwwwww… Oooooowwwwww… Oooooowwwwww… Oooooowwwwww… Oooooowwwwww…”
I was in agony and soon crying my eyes out. Eventually she stopped and yanked me up.
“Now young man, are you going to do as you’re told and get on that table?”
“Y…y…yes… d…d…doctor.”
As I went to climb up, my little sister squeezed my bottom.
“Oooooowwwwww!”
“Your bottom is ever so red Gerry and feels so hot too.”
She should feel it from the inside.
“Is it sore Gerry?”
Before I could answer, mum chipped in.
“If
a naughty little boy doesn’t do as he was told, he should always expect
to be spanked until he has a sore red bottom and is blubbing his eyes
out like a baby. It serves Gerald right.”
As I laid down on the table, the doctor was washing her hands. She gave Pip a smile.
“If you would like to help, wash your hands, then slip these gloves on.”
Pip
did as she was told, then came over to the table. The doctor had draped
a cloth over my lower half, which had a circular hole in it, to leave
my retracted willy and balls exposed. The doctor passed over a bottle
and a brush to Pip.
“While I get everything prepared, would you
cover Gerald’s penis and scrotum with this antiseptic iodine solution
please Pippa? You also need to do the lower part of his tummy and the
top of his legs. Can you do that Pippa?”
“Of course doctor.”
Pippa held the end of my willy as she coated everywhere with that brown solution, finally putting it all over the head.
“I’m done doctor.”
“Excellent Pippa.”
The doctor was holding a syringe full of a clear solution.
“Now Gerald, you might feel a bit of a pinch.”
She stabbed the needle just above and to the right of my willy.
“Ooowww!”
“Don’t make such a fuss boy.”
She moved it about, then pulled out to stab it just above and to the left of my willy. I could feel cold liquid going in.
“What’s happening doctor?”
“BE QUIET! Not another peep out of you boy or I’ll give you a second spanking. Is that clear?”
“Err… Yes doctor.”
She smiled at mum.
“We’ll just leave that in for a while to take effect, then we can proceed Mrs Thompson.”
The doctor came over after a few minutes and her gloved hand pinched my willy. I was surprised it did not hurt.
“It’s all ready now. This won’t take long.”
As
the doctor picked up my willy and started marking it with a pen, I was
worried as I could not feel anything there. Then she picked up two
forceps and pulled my foreskin right forward.
“Would you be a dear Pippa and hold these forceps for me.”
“Of course doctor.”
“Now Pippa, pull Gerald’s foreskin forward as far as you can and hold tight while I slide this on.”
She
picked up a flat V-shaped stainless steel instrument about 4 inches
long and slid it under the forceps catching my stretched foreskin in
the V.
“I just need to check the glans is mobile Pippa.”
I saw her squeeze my willy underneath the instrument.
“That is perfect. I can close this now Pippa.”
She
moved a lever on the instrument and it shut on my foreskin but I still
felt nothing. Pip asked the question that I would have asked were it
not for the fact that I didn’t want to get another spanking.
“What is that instrument called doctor?”
“It’s called a Mogen clamp Pippa, and we’re nearly done.”
“What’s it for doctor?”
“Just watch and you will see Pippa.”
The doctor held the instrument in one hand and smiled.
“This is the instrument we use…”
As the doctor began to speak, her other hand slid a scalpel swiftly along the stainless steel.
“…for circumcising boys.”
Oh my God, I’d been circumcised! I was in shock as Pip held up my cut off foreskin in the forceps.
“There
Pippa, Gerald is circumcised now, so he won’t be bothered with that
tight foreskin any more. We need to leave the clamp on for a bit longer
to seal the cut, then I can finish off and Gerald can go home.”
Pippa looked at the forceps.
“What do we do with this bit doctor?”
“Just throw it in the waste bin Pippa.”
I was horrified at such an end for something that had been an intimate part of me for 11 years.
“Can I keep it doctor?”
I wasn’t sure that was much better.
“Of course you can Pippa. I’ll get a plastic box for you to put it in when I’ve done. Now, let’s get the clamp off.”
She undid the clamp and I was worried as there was no head visible.
“We’ll just pop the glans through Mrs Thompson.”
I breathed a sigh of relief as she hadn’t cut that off too. Mum looked down.
“That looks so much neater doctor. How many stitches do you need to sew it up?”
“We don’t use stitches these days Mrs Thompson, as we have a special skin glue. I’ll just put that on now.”
The doctor put a blob of Vaseline on the end of my willy.
“We don’t want to accidentally seal up the meatus Mrs Thompson, or Gerald won’t be able to urinate.”
She used a cotton bud to apply the glue all round, then affixed a gauze dressing.
“OK Gerald, you can hop off the table now. I’ll just get that plastic box Pippa.”
As I stepped off, I saw the head poking forward of the dressing, looking really odd.
“Now
Mrs Thompson, some advice about aftercare following a boy’s
circumcision. No strenuous exercise for Gerald over the next two days
and I would recommend keeping Gerald off school for those two days as
it begins to heal.”
Two days off school is not bad, and I hadn’t felt a thing.
“It
might begin to hurt as the anaesthetic wears off, so take these
paracetamol with you Mrs Thompson. Do not get the dressing wet in the
next two days, by which time the dressing will probably have fallen
off. If not, Gerald should be put in the bath to soak the dressing and
then it can be gently peeled away. Once it is off, Gerald’s penis
should only be lightly washed with a soft cloth. No doubt Pippa could
help her brother with that.”
Pip gave me a grin.
“I would be happy to help Gerry doctor.”
“Clothes
rubbing against the penis can cause irritation, and I recommend Gerald
be kept naked as much as possible over the next few weeks until it is
well on the way to healing. I will make another appointment in 28 days’
time for a final check.”
Oh hell, I’ll have to be naked at home, but they’ve both seen me so no great problem there. Mum spoke to Pip.
“Would you pick up Gerald’s clothes please Pippa and carry them out to the car. Let’s get going Gerald.”
I was stunned!
“I can’t walk through the waiting room naked. Everyone will see me.”
“Don’t be silly Gerald. No one is bothered by a little boy like you running around with your cute winkle on display.”
I put forward the clinching argument.
“You wouldn’t let Pip walk out of here naked, so why me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous Gerald. Whoever heard of a girl being seen naked? That would be positively indecent.”
“But mum…”
That was as far as I got before the doctor started laying into my exposed bottom with her large paddle.
“You
– oooooowwwwww - will – oooooowwwwww - do – oooooowwwwww - as –
oooooowwwwww - you – oooooowwwwww - are – oooooowwwwww - told –
oooooowwwwww - Gerald– oooooowwwwww.”
As I blubbed away, mum
grabbed my hand and propelled me out of the room. Several people in the
waiting room stared, but I couldn’t see them through the tears. We got
out into the car park and I was relieved mum had parked just outside
the door. I looked around and no one was about. I went to get in the
front, when I heard a girl’s voice.
“Hi Gerry, it’s great to see you…”
Oh no, it had to be Margaret Baker the school blabbermouth. She looked down and giggled.
“…and so much of you to see today. Did you hurt your willy?”
“Err… err… err…”
Then I saw her 10 year old sister Chloe walk up with Mrs Baker. That was when Pip pulled out that plastic box.
“Gerry has just had his willy circumcised. Do you want to see what the doctor cut off it Chloe?”
“Oh wow! Yes please Pip.”
I must have gone scarlet as Chloe picked up that formerly most intimate part of me.
“Was it painful Gerry when this got sliced off your willy?”
“Err… I… err… didn’t feel… err… anything… err… Chloe.”
Margaret then picked it up and tried to put it on one of her fingers.
“Your willy must be tiny under that bandage, as it only fits on my pinkie finger Gerry.”
She passed it back to Pip, then gave me a grin,
“I can’t wait to tell the girls. See you tomorrow at school Gerry.”
Mum then spoke up.
“Gerald
will not be in school until Monday as the doctor recommended two days
off school as it begins to heal. In order that they do not rub on the
wound she also advised Gerald wear no clothes as much as possible, so
over the next few weeks he will be naked at home and only be dressed
when he goes to school, or out to the shops.”
Margaret gave me a big grin.
“I’m
sure everyone would like to send you a ‘Get well soon’ card Gerry. I’ll
arrange that in the morning and me and the girls will drop it round
after school. Will that be OK Mrs Thompson?”
“What a thoughtful thing to do Margaret, and of course it will be OK.”
I was horrified at her idea, then mum turned to me.
“Thank Margaret for her kindness Gerald.”
I had no option.
“Err… Thanks… err… Margaret.”
The sensation in my willy was returning and it was now beginning to feel quite painful.
“Mum, my willy is starting to hurt.”
“I’ll give you one of these paracetamol when we get home Gerald.”
Mum turned to Margaret.
“We look forward to seeing you tomorrow after school dear.”
Margaret and Chloe were staring straight at my willy when Mrs Baker chivvied her daughters.
“Come on you two. Hurry along inside as we’re late and you need to get all your clothes off ready for your physicals.”
As
they walked off, I really couldn’t help it, but at their mum’s words my
brain automatically tried to conjure up an image of what Margaret and
Chloe would look like naked. They heard my blood-curdling scream and
turned round.
“Why is Gerry’s willy sticking up Mrs Thompson?”