Page 4 of Their Little Foursome

“You could use the other one,” he offered, lifting one hand from the floor and pointing to the cabinet on the wall.

“That one is for Big people. Little boys need to have their temperature taken with very special ones. No more arguing or do we need to start off with a few smacks? Hmm?”

“No, Ma’am,” he said, surrendering to his Mommy’s authority yet again.

“That’s my good boy. Now, reach back and hold your cheeks apart for me.”

His groan wasn’t one of pain, but came from the humiliation of the request. Of course, his Mommy knew a secret. Her shy Little boy loved being instructed to do embarrassing things. It was a part of him that matched her own kink of loving to inflict small, but potent humiliations on a Little. Watching the struggle was something she would never ever take for granted or find tiresome. Their surrender was a magnificent gift and a kink that far more people shared even if they’d never openly admit it.

“Now, now, you know Mommy needs them quite wider than that,” Beverly admonished when seeing the small width his hold offered. When he grumbled but pulled them further apart, she rewarded him by slipping her hand between his legs to cup his balls, giving them a little squeeze. His moan was much louderthis time. “That’s my good boy. Can you open up a teensy bit more?”

“Yes, Mommy.” His response was far less grumpy as he spread his ass cheeks as far apart as possible, offering her a view that had his anus gaping and twitching.

Beverly felt her panties growing wet as she hummed in praise and pressed the large bulb of the glass rod against him. “Look at that sweet hole. It looks just like a little mouth all ready to gobble up your thermometer.” She continued to slide the instrument into his body, prolonging its journey by pulling it out to reseat it several times until she felt another dribble of wetness coat her thigh. Whether he ever admitted it or not, her Little boy was very anal-erotic. Sliding the glass rod deep, she cupped her fingers around it to make sure it didn’t disappear and released his balls to gently pat his hand holding his buttocks open.

“Thank you, pumpkin. You may let go now. All that fuss for nothing. You took every inch and now all we have to do is wait for ten minutes.”

His hands slid away from his ass but when one slipped between his belly and her thighs, she grabbed his wrist. “What do you think you are doing?”

“I-I… um, I… just… I think it’s… um… bent.”

She could feel his shaft between her thighs and it was most definitely not bent. “Even if it is, you know better. Are you allowed to touch your penis except when going potty, young man?”

“No, but I?—”

“There are no buts here except the one I’m about to smack. Mommy owns all of you including your bottom, your anus, your testicles and your penis.” In her years of taking care of Littles, she’d learned the use of actual anatomically correct names for all the “naughty bits” they possessed never failed to make a Littlenot only blush and squirm, but to understand she was not going to allow any naughtiness.

“I just touched it a little…”

A rapid removal of the thermometer cut off his words and the half-dozen swats to his left ass cheek had him quickly apologizing instead of making yet another excuse.

“I’m sorry, Mommy!”

“Are you?” She asked, delivering another half dozen to his right cheek. “Sorry Little boys do not argue or attempt to justify their naughtiness. Who is the only one allowed to touch your penis?”

“Mommy.”

“That’s correct. Who does your penis belong to?”

“It belongs to you, Mommy. All of me is yours.”

God, how she loved hearing those words.

She loved this man-child more than life itself.

“That’s right, baby. From the top of your head to the tip of your toes, and every single inch in between is Mommy’s.” Bending down, she whispered in his ear. “And that includes that beautiful penis that is weeping between Mommy’s thighs.” His groan was music to her ears. Straightening, she pulled the hand she still held back behind him and tucked his fingers into his crack. “Now shall we begin again?”

Without a word, his other hand came back and he opened himself wide for a second time. This time when she tapped his bottom to signal he could release his cheeks, he immediately dropped his hands, wrapping his fingers around the bottom rung of her chair. Beverly smiled and ran her fingers over his pinkened ass with one hand while holding the thermometer secure with the other.

He didn’t whimper or speak until he gave a dramatic sigh of relief when she pulled it free a second time.

“Perfectly normal,” she declared. “I was a bit worried you might have caught a virus or a bug, but apparently not.” She placed the rod on the tray. It wouldn’t go back into its box until it had been thoroughly sanitized. Patting his bottom softly, she said, “You may rise and get your mat out of the cubby and put it on the bench, please.”

Blake slid off her lap, his eyes darting to her bare thighs once again. Beverly enjoyed the look of mingled lust and guilt that flashed in his eyes. He might have done a bit of whining at having his temperature taken, but couldn’t deny he’d also been aroused. Not when the evidence was shining on the pale flesh of his Mommy’s thighs.

With a beautiful blush on his face, Blake went to the special cabinet that held all sorts of items from tub toys to his soft, hooded robe she’d slip on him after his bath. He pulled a thick rubber mat from the bottom of the cabinet.

“Can Hank come too, Mommy?”

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