Summer Hotel

by Nicky Watson

 

It all happened during the summer when I had just turned 18. It was that exciting time between leaving school and starting a new life at university. My parents had arranged for me to spend the summer with Auntie Jen who ran a small hotel at in a small seaside town. She was not my real auntie, but a family friend, and I had stayed with her lots of times before. I was going to help out in the restaurant, and earn some useful pocket money, while still having time to enjoy all the fun of the beach. I was also keen because I really fancied Sarah, a girl who worked there with Auntie En, and was known as the housekeeper.

I had a small room on the top floor, just across the corridor from Sarah's room, and I would lie in bed and fantasise about her. The first week I was there, Sarah had Thursday night off, and went out somewhere with her friends. There were no guests in that night, and Auntie was watching television. I went up to my room to change, and saw that Sarah's door was not quite closed. Curiosity got the better of me, and I went in. The room was wonderfully untidy, with Sarah's undies scattered around, and her nightdress lying on the bed where she had left it. I could not stop myself picking them up. I could smell the exciting scent of her body on them, and I got very aroused. There was no-one else anywhere around, and I had a strong urge to strip off and try her nightdress on. It felt magical, and so erotic. I was quite small for my age, and it fitted me easily. Inevitably, I started to do what most boys of that age do so often. I buried my face in her scented knickers, and never saw the door open as Sarah came back early.

There was no escape. Sarah's shout had brought Auntie upstairs, and I wanted to die on the spot. She knew at once what I had been doing. There was no arguing with Aunt Jen. She would phone my parents, and I would be sent home immediately. Everyone would know what a dirty little boy I had been. I pleaded with her, explaining how strict my parents were about things like that, and how my life would not be worth living. I said I would accept any punishment, but begged her not to tell them.

They left the room and locked me in. As Auntie left she picked up my clothes and took them with her. I had nothing to wear except Sarah's nightie. After what seemed ages, Auntie Jen came back and said she would give me one chance. I must go down to the laundry room, as I was, and take a punishment with Sarah watching. Then, for the next month, I was going to learn what it is was like to be a girl. I did not understand what she meant, but I could not refuse if it meant avoiding my parents being told.

The laundry room was down in the basement. In the middle of the room there was a large scrubbed old wooden table. Above it was an old-fashioned drying frame, which could be hauled up and down on cords through pulleys in the ceiling. I sneaked down the stairs praying that no guest would come in and see me. The two women were waiting for me. Aunt Jen told me to stand near the table, under the drying frame. Sarah came round in front of me, and smiled as she lifted up the nightdress and surveyed my little manhood. For the first time in my life I was totally exposed in front of a girl. She was enjoying my embarrassment, and laughed out loud as my poor little penis responded to her stare. I went crimson and wanted the floor to swallow me up ! . I was quite small for my age, and a bit immature. I only needed to shave about once a week, and my chest was quite hairless. I had a respectable dark bush around my pubes, and my legs were quite hairy, but my arms were as smooth as a girl's.

Auntie told me take off the nightdress, and lie on the table, on my back.

Sarah had a razor and some shaving cream. I told her that I had already shaved, but she just smiled and looked me up and down. Slowly and carefully, she shaved each of my legs until they were perfectly smooth, just like a girl. I was scared that she would cut me, but she seemed quite expert. When she had finished, she looked up at Auntie and said, "Shall we finish the job properly ? After all, 'she' is going to be a baby girl tonight, isn't she". Auntie said, "Yes, of course", and told me to part my legs. To my utter horror, Sarah then very carefully proceeded to shave off all my pubic hair, and even shaved all over my balls. I felt utterly exposed and vulnerable. To add to my shame, she then massaged some sweet smelling baby lotion all over my freshly shaved areas. Try as I might, I could not stop my poor little fellow responding to this gently treatment, and they both laughed at my obvious embarrassment.

They stood back and surveyed their handiwork. Sarah went to the wall and lowered the drying frame. I wondered what they were going to do to me. Then Auntie spoke, "Nicola, you will make a pretty little girl, but first there is the matter of your punishment. Get off the table and put your hands onto the frame." She moved behind me and swiftly tied my wrists to the wooden drying frame. She nodded to Sarah who wound it up until my arms were pulled up sharply. I could not move. Auntie was holding a thick leather strap. I was quite frightened when I saw it. It looked serious, and she soon showed that she really knew how to wield it. The first stroke took me by surprise, and I cried out. She was slow, deliberate, and relentless. There was a long terrifying pause between each stroke. I soon gave up all pretence of being macho, and tears were streaming down my face. My bottom was on fire, and still she would not stop. Then, suddenly, it was over. I wanted to hold my burning buttocks, but my arms were still tied firmly above me. I was sobbing, and tears were still running down my face.

Auntie stood in front of me, and asked if I had learned my lesson. I nodded vigorously to show that I had. "Very well, we will now start the more serious business of turning you into a girl." Suddenly, I was terrified. I really thought they were going to cut off my penis, and castrate me. She must have read my thoughts because she said, "You silly boy, we are not going to cut it off. It's not very big, and you will soon learn how to be a girl, and to have a willy. But there is one very important rule which you must obey, unless you want another thrashing." I shook my head. "You are not to touch it, at any time, from now on. Do you understand ? Do you promise to obey us, totally, and without question ?" I told her, yes, and she made me repeat my promise to Sarah, as well. "Very well, from now on you will be known as Nicola. Tonight you are just a baby girl, and Sarah will be your Mummy. She will feed you, dress you, and if necessary, discipline you."

They let me down, and Sarah made me lie down while she put a nappy (diaper) on me. Then she slipped a cotton nightdress over me. I had to wear knitted woollen mittens on each of my hands, tied my round my wrists with pink ribbons. Sarah, my new Mummy, told me this was to stop me being naughty. My bottom was still sore, but I felt a sort of strange excitement. When we got back to Mummy's room, and Auntie had gone, Mummy undressed me, and looked at my bottom again. It was still sore, and she let me lie across her knees while she rubbed some cream on to it. Auntie had made up a baby's bottle of warm formula milk, and Mummy held me in her arms while I suckled it. She was warm and gentle, and I was starting to enjoy being her baby. I called her Mummy, and told her I loved being her baby. She smiled and asked if I wanted a dummy to suck. Then, to my great surprise and delight, she opened her blouse, pulled down her brassiere, and allowed me to suck on her own pretty nipples.

Mummy stroked my hair, and then slid her hand down and touched my penis which was up and throbbing again. "Oh dear", she murmured, "If I put you to bed like this I think we may have a very naughty girl with a wet nappy in the morning, and that would mean I have to spank you. We don't want that, do we ?" I shook my head. "Mummy better get all of that naughtiness out of you now." She put towel on the bed, and made me lie on it, on my front. I was still quite naked. Very slowly, and gently she started to massage buttocks, and between my legs. She parted my cheeks, and a finger explored my most private entrance. Then she rolled me over and started to massage my balls, and finally my penis. Almost as soon as she touched it, I lost control, and shot my cum all over her hand. But Mummy did not stop immediately. She continued to gently work on me until I had yielded my last drop.

Mummy wiped me, and cleaned me up, and then put my nappy back on, and the cotton nightdress. She took me back to my room, and I saw that all my boys' things had gone, and there were now only girlie items scattered around. I climbed into bed and Mummy kissed me on the forehead before putting the light out. I heard the key turn in the lock as she went. I thought that being a girl was not too bad after all. Tomorrow would be a new and exiting day.

  

  

  

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