Allergy
by Horizon
Copyright December 24, 2005 by Horizon, all rights reserved
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Allergy
Timmy Marks stepped out of the cool air conditioned Buick
his mom drove and headed for the front door of the Medical
Arts building.
"Go on up to the doctor's office and check in with Tracy
while I try to find a place to park the car, Timmy", said
Mrs. Marks.
"Yes mom", said the subdued 10 year old as he swung the
sedan's door closed he walked with the weight of one facing
his last mile. Parking lots are always overcrowded at the
doctor's office, he thought with the simple logic of a
youngster, why don't they just build bigger parking lots to
begin with? Normally an observation like that would amuse
him but, today he concentrated on putting one foot in front
of the other and trying not to let the corners of his mouth
turn down as he thought about what he was about to endure.
Timmy made his way up to Dr. Fuller's suite and, pausing
just a moment to steel himself, opened the outer door and
approached Tracy the internship-serving receptionist/girl
Friday of the office.
"Well, hello Timmy", she said brightly while sliding open
the glass window to greet him. "How nice of you to be a few
minutes early."
Timmy looked up over the counter; a little short for his
age, he resisted the temptation to stand on tip toe. Tracy
contemplated Timmy with a bemused expression. She saw a
handsome young boy, slim enough that his hip bones were
prominent yet with just enough baby fat left to round out
the seat area of his Dockers. His brown hair parted on one
side and was combed over so that a shock of it hung down to
just above his right eye brow. His light toned skin was
clear and unblemished save for three tiny "beauty spots" in
a cluster high on the cheekbone below the left eye that only
served to emphasize his beautiful skin tone. Hazel eyes set
wide apart above pronounced cheek bones were balanced to
either side of a straight nose bridge that ended in just the
right turn upwards. Smooth lips surrounded a full
complement of nicely shaped straight teeth that sat above a
smooth chin to complete the picture. "Dang" she thought,
why don't any of the guys in my Medical Assistant program at
the junior college look like that, as she imagined Timmy a
good ten years older.
Timmy looked into the deep ice blue eyes of the 18 year
old Tracy and almost forgot how miserably pre occupied he
was with his office visit. If he was less worried he would
have enjoyed looking into the eyes of the five foot five
strawberry blond who's pretty round face was ringed by
shoulder length hair arranged in loose curls. Presently, he
noticed Tracy was sitting behind the counter twirling her
right index finger in a curl conveniently located above her
right ear and looking directly into his eyes awaiting an
answer.
"Ummm...hello Tracy, Mom said to come up while she parks
the car and to go ahead and start without her.", said Timmy.
"Awww... your mom is so good about being on time and making
sure she doesn't hold us up.", said Tracy, indicating a seat
in the busy waiting area. . "Have seat and I'll call you
when we have a room open for you. Make sure you are on your
best behavior otherwise I'll have to tell Nurse Debbie and
we don't want that, do we?"
"No Miss Tracy," said Timmy in his best well-behaving
voice, ignoring the chill that ran up his spine.
Timmy didn't have to wait long before Tracy leaned over in
his direction and said "OK Timmy, we have room one available
for you. Go on in and I'll see you later."
As Timmy heard the words he flinched, not visibly he
hoped. As he rose to walk past the desk he wondered if
Tracy had chosen that phrase with a double meaning in mind.
Timmy entered room one, first on the right, and sat on a
stool. As he settled onto the stool, having achieved a
milestone of some sort, he pursed his lips and exhaled
slowly almost as if deflating. It helped to relive the
tension. He raised his glance towards the ceiling and
pondered, just how had he arrived at this juncture in his
life:
One week earlier.
"Timothy James Marks!" said an exasperated Barbara Marks,
his mom. If you don't stop dawdling we will never get
there.
"Good".
"Don't get smart with me young man. You have fought me
over this all week and I have given you about all the rope I
care to by now, don't make it bad for yourself. You have
been sneezing and wheezing for months. Your eyes are so red
you could stop traffic with them; you can't do your school
work properly and if I give you allergy medicine it makes
you so drowsy you are liable to fall asleep in the middle of
breakfast and drown in your bowl of Cheerios and the non
drowsy formulas give you stomach cramps. So, thanks to my
old classmate and buddy (make that pub crawler and divorced
singles support group buddy) Debbie Blake who is a nurse at
the best allergist's office in town, we are going to get you
properly tested for allergies and then we will be able to
treat you successfully. Not to mention, thanks to my
connection with Debbie, we are getting a great discount on
the fees. I appreciate that so, I want you to be on time
polite and obedient, in short, a model patient." Barbara
had managed the family finances well and through thrift and
strong budgetary discipline had been able to meet the
family's needs even after Timmy's father (that bastard) had
divorced her when Timmy was two and left for parts unknown.
Bargains were accessed when available.
"Maaa...ah." Timmy began whining, I don't want to go to
the doctor. I don't want a shot. They're gonna try and give
me a shot I just know it." Timmy had an irrational fear of
shots. Barbara always tried reasoning with him first but it
usually required "corporal' reasoning and sometimes holding
Timmy still so he wouldn't be injured.
"Look, what's the big deal, Timmy. You're suffering so
miserably now and if the doctor says one little shot, just a
tiny stick, over in a second, will make you feel well isn't
that worth it?" said Barbara as she led him by the hand
towards the door. Barbara knew full well what was involved
in allergy testing; Debbie had explained it to her but, she
chose to play dumb. If Timothy knew how allergy testing was
conducted she could never get him there unless she killed
him first and dragged the corpse in. The test for the most
common 60 allergies required the patient's skin to be
divided into a grid and one needle stick applied one
allergen in each quadrant. That meant 60 individual needle
sticks. By mapping out the allergen location, allergic
reactions when noted could be attributed to a specific
allergen. Simple... for anyone but my son thought Barbara.
Debbie said they normally test 100 allergens at a time. In
consideration for Timmy's problem they could cut it down to
60 but, to
do fewer would mean more visits and would be cost and time
prohibitive.
Timmy made it as far as the threshold of the open front
door when his resolve failed "No mom, no...there's gonna
be a shot, I know it" he said, the fear getting a grip on
him.
"Timmy, come on...NOW, Timmy" encouraged/warned Barbara as
she tried to lead him forward with a firm group on his
wrist. But Timmy leaned his weight back on his heals and
resisted, "No mom, no. We can wait a week; if I am not
better then we can go see Dr. Fuller" he tried bargaining.
"All right Timmy, times up!" the annoyance was obvious in
Barbara's voice. "Don't...move...an...inch...!" Timmy was
rooted to the spot, knowing he had crossed the line.
Barbara reached into a straw like woven tote bag. It was
the kind many women carry. It was 18 inches across and
opened like a bellows and it was capable of carrying
enormous amounts of cargo. Mothers were always producing
needed things at just the right moment from bags like this:
a bottle, napkins, hats, sun block, etc. Unfortunately for
Timothy, what was needed right now was a 15 inch ruler of
solid hardwood, made as a decorative item it was fully a
quarter inch thick and, that is what Barbara produced from
her bag.
"No mom. No. Please not the ruler". Barbara still
gripping the boys wrist leaned behind him and with a flick
of her wrist sent the ruler to impact Timmy's left buttock
vertically. SLAP.
"Unh", Timmy grunted and reflexively sent his free right
hand back to shield his bum.
"Move the hand Timmy."
"No mommy. No more smacking. Please..."
"PUT that hand out in front of you palm up young man,"
said Barbara, annunciating each syllable with pointed
clarity as she did whenever she wanted the boy to know that
the die was cast and that yes indeed he would be punished
and nothing in the universe could forestall it.
"No mommy, please not the hand" sobbed Timmy. His mind
was working trying to judge just how much trouble he was in.
As he slowly brought the hand out in front of him palm up.
(SLAP). "Yow...ow...ow"
"Don't put a hand back there again. Mommy needs plenty of
room to do her job right, doesn't she? (Rhetorical question)
Nothing makes mommy's boy behave better than a red bottom
and mommy wants to make sure she delivers this lesson
exactly on target to teach this little boy a good lesson,
doesn't she Timmy? (Not rhetorical this time)
"Yes mommy," an obedient Timmy forced him self to say,
knowing no other answer was acceptable.
"Now, clasp your hands politely in front of you while I
finish using the ruler on your little bum." (He did so
while gritting his teeth). Barbara had deliberately begun
speaking to him as a younger child; she found this helped to
control him and eliminate defiance. She stepped behind him.
"Ahh, this is better. Now I can get a good full swing with
my ruler on this naughty little bummy, can't I Timothy?
"Yes mommy", he sniffed with dreaded anticipation.
Barbara paused just a moment to heighten the experience
and then, SLAP, she launched a- not very hard for her-
strike horizontally across both boy cheeks. Timmy breathed
in sharply. Pause. SLAP. "Ooh" Pause, a little longer to
keep the boy guessing then, SLAP. "ooch." Barbara waited
behind the boy letting the tension build. She suppressed a
smile thinking she would love to pull down Timmy's pants and
see if the four strokes had made and "E". Timmy was
wondering why his mom's spanks didn't seem as hard as usual
and why he wasn't over her lap with his pants and underpants
tangled around his ankles receiving a good long lesson from
his mommy. Barbara leaned forward to speak into Timmy's ear
and whispered which really got his attention "Now Timothy
that was just a little appetizer." Gesturing towards the
open front door with the ruler extended she said, "What we
are going to do now is go out the door and walk nice as can
be to the car and go to the doctor's office. Any trouble
from you and I will take down your pants and underpants
right there on the porch or at any point along the way and
give you a real long lesson that will be heard all over the
neighborhood. Understand?'
"Yes, mommy," said Timmy who was very happy to have gotten
off so easy.
Barbara led her now obedient charge to the car. Her bluff
worked. Although she felt he deserved it and as a rule
thought it a better lesson to administer punishment at the
point and time of infraction regardless of any audience she
did not have the time before the appointment. She had spent
considerable time cleaning and shining both of them like new
pennies for the appointment and she wasn't about to undo all
that good work and have both of them looking disheveled
after a good aerobic work out on Timmy's behind. Besides,
she thought, he's going to need plenty of corporal reasoning
to get through this procedure, no need to wear out his butt
early.
Timmy and Barbara arrived on time at the allergist's
office despite having to spend 20 minutes finding a parking
spot. Once there, Barbara met Tracy the receptionist and
filled out very many forms. They were ushered into one of
the treatment rooms. They waited a considerable time as all
patients do.
Finally, Debbie came in. "Barbara! How great to see you
again. And this must be little Timothy." That set Timmy's
teeth on edge but he forced a smile as his mother introduced
him to Debbie. "What a little angel."
"Hmmph Looks can be very deceiving, Debbie. Although, I
find that if he understands his pants and underwear will
come down and he will get a good bare bottom spanking right
on the spot of the misbehavior, he does behave much
better...uh...for a while, usually. Anyway, I can't thank
you enough for squeezing us in and arranging the fees."
"No problem. I know raising kids alone can be tough in
more ways than one Well Timothy what we are going to do
today is give you a skin test for allergies so, I need you
to take off your shirt and sit right down in this chair."
Debbie indicated an arm chair made of hard synthetic
material with two adjustable arm rests of the kind one uses
to have blood drawn at the lab; it was built for utility not
comfort.
Timothy looked first to his mom then to Debbie then backed
to his mom and realized he was supposed to take off his
shirt right there, no dressing room, no paper gown, just get
it done. Timmy didn't like being even partially undressed
amongst others and for some reason it bothered him more if
the setting was such that others were fully dressed. So he
took his shirt off gave a little shiver as he felt the air
circulate around his bare torso. Since he was not in a
cubicle he had no place to hang it so he gave it to his mom
who stashed it out of sight.
"Well, all right then my handsome young man why don't you
make yourself comfortable in the chair," Debbie said, "I can
see you must be quite the lady killer" flashing a wink at
Barbara as she guided him to the chair with one hand on his
shoulder. Timmy noticed she seemed to be letting her palm
glide over the smooth skin in a polishing motion; it was odd
but, he didn't mind as it felt quite friendly, even if it
might be a little too familiar for a patient relationship.
"Now, we'll just get Tracy in here...," said Debbie as she
used the interoffice phone to summon the young medical
assistant
"Why does that girl have to be in here," asked Timmy? He
was feeling a little outnumbered among the women and he was
very aware of his state of dress.
"Tracy needs to chart where the reactions occur to each
allergen so we know which things produce a reaction," said
Debbie. "We are testing for 60 allergens today and if we
didn't keep close watch...
"What's an allergen?"
"Oh, an allergen is something that will cause you body to
produce an allergic reaction. Like pollen or grass maybe."
"Well how are we gonna get grass in here," said Timmy
naively.
"Well," said Debbie, "drug companies make special
solutions with very tiny amounts of allergens in them so we
can test you and risk only a very tiny reaction in your
body. That's so it will be safe. Then I take an allergen
test solution and draw it up into a syringe..." At that
moment, Debbie held aloft a Tuberculin syringe as a visual
aide to her explanation.
"Yaaahhhhh......," yelled Timmy reflexively as his eyes
opened wide and the hair on the back of his neck stood up.
Simultaneously he jackknifed his torso forward and planted
his feet on the floor and for added speed used his arms to
propel himself out of the arm chair. He came out of the
chair like a shot. So quickly in fact, that Barbara's
attempt to sweep him up in her arms resulted in her grabbing
air. Timmy was headed straight for the door although the
direction was unintentional. He was just traveling
instinctively in the opposite direction from that needle.
Simultaneously, the lovely Tracy with charts in the crook of
her right arm had just opened the examination room door and
stepped briskly inside. The collision was classic.
Timmy, with arms stretched forward in flight, Tracy
smiling, unsuspecting. Timmy's chin impacted just above her
solar plexus and his nose landed squarely between the firm
34C's under her prim uniform. There was a sound like two
pillows being slapped together (although it sounded much
louder to Timmy). Timmy's arms which had been outstretched
in flight, naturally found their way around Tracy's torso as
instinctively he clung to her to keep from falling which
pressed his face ever more firmly in between Tracy's
breasts. Tracy's natural reaction had been to raise her arms
above Timmy to prevent further injury to the child, as
anyone might do, while struggling to maintain her balance
and possession of the chart in the crook of her right arm.
Barbara with right arm outstretched, was quick to pursue
Timmy as she closed the distance between her and the now
Siamesed Tracy and Timmy. Timmy, seeing his mom out of the
corner of his eye, approaching from the right automatically
circled to the left while still grasping Tracy so that as a
pair Tracy and Timmy were circling away from Barbara with
delaying the inevitable by keeping Tracy as a protective
barrier between his mom and himself. Barbara recognizing
the game of ‘keep away' stopped and quickly reversed
direction, circling to the right while reaching out to grab
Timmy. Timmy, still attached up close and personal to
Tracy, stopped and circled to the right, maintaining his
zone of safety. Tracy's face was bright red as she looked
down to see the young boy with his faced pressed tightly to
her breasts. A casual observer might have found this
Keystone Cops routine amusing. Barbara on the other hand
was not the least amused. She was focused on catching and
disciplining
Timmy.
This comic display might have continued for some time had
not nurse Debbie decided to play a part. Timmy was crouched
down, clinging to Tracy; his face in a soft but firm place,
successfully eluding his mom. This necessitated that he be
slightly bent over from the waist which projected his butt
outwards. As Timmy/Tracy circled around, nurse Debbie had
already quite enough of these shenanigans and reached out a
strong right hand to grasp Timmy's belt at the small of his
back effectively stopping him. Barbara seized Timmy's
wrists and yanked them apart freeing Tracy. Debbie yanked
backwards on Timmy's belt and with one hand pulled him back
to the center of the room away from Tracy and now within
reach of his mom.
Barbara again captured Timmy's wrists while Debbie had him
anchored by his trouser belt. Timmy knew his goose was soon
to be cooked.
"No maaa.........no shots.....you didn't say shots..."
said the panicky boy.
"They're not real shots...just little pin pricks......and
I SAID I expected a model patient", said Barbara. "What did
I warn you about misbehaving?" By now Barbara had closed
the distance and captured both of Timmy's wrists. She
yanked hard and extended Timmy's arms over his head.
"Debbie, undo his belt buckle and bring his pants right
down."
"No-o-o-o-o mommy....no...NO, there are girls in here".
"This is the doctor's office, Timmy. Debbie and Tracy see
naked little boys all the time and you don't have anything
that they don't have. Besides, mommy's little boy gets his
pants taken down when he is naughty and gets a good spanking
right on the spot, doesn't he?" This was true; Barbara was
a firm believer in discipline at the site and time of the
infraction and actually preferred that the spanking be as
embarrassing as possible because, that made the lesson so
much more memorable. Receiving punishment in front of
witnesses increased Timothy's embarrassment factor by
several orders of magnitude Barbara had found.
Meanwhile, Tracy could feel her face burning red to the
roots of her hair. She had just had a young boy get more
familiar with her boobs than her boyfriend was. Her clothes
felt uncomfortable, all twisted around in the way that they
do when one has had their clothing just slightly misaligned.
Tracy was observing the situation and trying to readjust her
uniform when she realized that cute little Timmy was
probably going to get a spanking and, a bare fanny one at
that. Tracy was just studying to be a medical assistant and
didn't have any younger brothers. When she babysat it was
usually for girls and she wasn't all that familiar with male
anatomy outside of a textbook. The situation began to
interest her and she felt an unfamiliar inner stirring. As
she thought about it, she also felt Timmy deserved physical
correction for the liberties he had taken with her.
Somehow, deep within her in a way she did not even
understand and had never experienced before, she found
Timmy's
impending punishment and humiliation exciting.
Barbara's words echoed in Debbie's mind, ("Debbie, undo
his belt buckle and bring his pants right down.") she
hesitated a moment pondering the wisdom of her involvement
then became aware of the rare opportunity to "pants" a young
male. She experienced a rush of emotion and an involuntary
inhale that awakened her senses. She suppressed the smile
tugging at the corners of her mouth and felt the sensation
of power rising within her. Here were women in control.
Here was one (albeit young) male that was going to be put in
his place by three women.
Debbie's mind warmed to the task. Timmy stood toe to toe
with his mother with his arms stretched out well above his
head. As she knelt to one side of Timothy she said,
"Barbara, turn him this way so I can reach." She had
positioned herself so that as Timothy was turned he
presented a full frontal shot to Tracy who was standing
there with her gaze riveted at Timmy's groin and hoping she
wouldn't be asked to leave before the main event. Debbie
made sure to position herself so as not to obstruct Tracy's
view. She correctly sensed the boy's embarrassment and was
intent on enhancing it as much as possible.
Timmy's eyes shifted back and forth among his captors.
His cheeks already beginning to color in shame that was soon
to be worse he knew. "No mommy, no"
Then Timmy felt Debbie's cool fingers inside his
waistband. His stomach was doing flip flops and his
sphincter was in spasm. "No mommy, don't let her..." he
raised his voice and his feet began running in place.
"Quiet or I'll take you out into the waiting room after
Debbie pulls down your pants and spank you in front of
everyone for a whole hour!"
Timmy wasn't about to test that threat. He stood still
before the three women with his eyes closed and shivered as
the icy fingers brushed against his stomach. The room felt
suddenly colder. He knew so well the unique sensations that
followed: The two fingers inserted into the waistband that
momentarily tightened the waist, the tugging of those
fingers forward that made his belt feel as though it were
pushing him forward at the small of his back causing his
pelvis to rock forward in reaction that made him feel as
though he were offering his privates to his punisher. The
fumbling of fingers at his buckle and the two, always two,
faint ringing noises, barely audible, that sounded as the
belt tongue was released from the pawl and the buckle was
flipped back. The faint whisking noise as the tongue of the
belt was pulled out to gain access. Then a tightening at
the waist once again as the cool fingers manipulated the
button at the top of his fly followed by the loosening that
told
him it had been undone and that there was now plenty of
room for the fingers to do their work of exposing him. Then
the slight tug up of the zipper talon as it was unlocked
followed by the unique noise of its descent and the loose
feel of his garments. Then the sensation of the trouser
flaps as Debbie with thumb and forefinger pulled first the
left side down and left at 45 degrees followed by the
opposite action on the right. He knew that there was now no
mechanical barrier to the loss of his clothing and that his
exposure was imminent. He felt the gooseflesh rise on his
arms.
Debbie paused. Casting a quick mischievous glance to make
sure that Tracy had an unobstructed view of the boy's shame,
she then looked to Barbara, and prolonging the deliciousness
of the moment said, "Shall I take this naughty boy's pants
right down now, Barbara?"
"Yes Debbie, it's time for this boy to learn a good lesson
on his naked bottom." said Barbara, deliberately building
the anticipation. "I'm sorry you have to witness this boy's
shame, Tracy. I hope it's not too inconvenient for you".
Timothy, look at Tracy and apologize to her for running into
her like a little ruffian."
Timothy forced his eyes open and located Tracy.
"S-s-s-sorry, Tracy, for running into you" he managed to
squeak out through a throat that was constricted.
"And to Debbie for running away..."
The captive Timothy turned his head to look at Debbie.
"S-s-s-sorry, Debbie for running away."
Debbie was looking intently at Timothy, still prolonging
the moment of his great shame. Apologizing to the women had
forced him to open his eyes, and acknowledge their presence
while denying him that little bit of privacy his closed
eyelids had afforded him. She relished her moment of control
and she wanted to remember every nuance of his expression as
she stripped him. Barbara knew precisely what Debbie was up
to and was only too happy to play along. She had always
felt that Timothy learned more from his embarrassment than
from the actual spankings. Debbie waited patiently holding
onto the flaps of timothy's trousers and just has she sensed
the anticipation had peaked and she saw his gaze shift to
Tracy, she hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of his
Jockeys and capturing both his pants and undies yanked them
both down swiftly and firmly to his ankles forcing them as
tightly as they could go to the tops of his shoes. Debbie
watched with fascination and hidden glee as the
lads face turned first pale white and then his cheeks began
to fill with flush.
Timothy jerked as if electrically shocked as both his
garments were drawn away in a fraction of a second. He felt
as if his whole stomach had fallen away, like in the fast
elevator at the bank. He felt cool air surrounding every
part of his body and the hairs on the back of his neck were
standing up. He shivered involuntarily at the thought that
he was showing everything to the three women.
Tracy made no pretext of disinterest and was now
thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. She admired the nearly
naked boy. He looked so smooth and clean, stretched out on
display without even body hair to hide his beauty. Naked
Timothy reminded her of beautifully naked boys in alabaster,
carved by long dead masters.
Barbara's eyes searched the room for a suitable perch from
which to discipline Timothy. "Now where can I sit and but
this boy over my lap to spank his bare bottom?" she wondered
aloud.
"Try this chair", said Debbie indicating the dreaded
needle chair, "The arms swing out of the way and you'll have
plenty of room to tan that bare fanny." Debbie suited her
actions to her words and soon had the arms out of Barbara's
way. Timothy wished Debbie were less helpful.
"Thank you Debbie. Help me get this bare bottomed boy
over my lap so I can give him a really good spanking." Said
Barbara, taking every opportunity to remind Timmy he was
bared in front of two women he had never seen before. "Help
me get him into position, Deb." And, with that Barbara sat
on the chair and with Debbie's help positioned him across
her lap. They made quite a big deal out of adjusting his
position back and forth, placing his bum to exactly where
Barbara could administer the most effective smacks while
Barbara kept up a running commentary about what was soon to
occur. "This way...a little more this way...back a
little...there. Timothy, mommy likes to get your bare
bottom just in the right place so that mommy can do a really
good job of making those little cheeks red...doesn't she?
(No answer) Doesn't she Timothy?" she repeated a little more
pointedly.
"Yes mommy." Squeaked Timothy who knew he was obliged to
answer.
"Tracey, his pants are all tangled around his ankles.
Would you please help by removing his shoes, socks and
pants? I think Timothy should get this spanking naked.
Mommy is going to demonstrate just what happens to naughty
boys in her house." Timmy hadn't thought his humiliation
could be worse, but it could.
"Yes of course Mrs. Marks." Tracey knelt at the boy's
ankles and as she began her task she happened to look up and
noticed that as she fumbled with the clothing she was
treated to a rather unique and complete perspective of
Timmy's package and even his little brown hole. When she
moved his ankles apart in the course of her task Timmy's
wrinkled little pink sac and his penis were in total
display. Timmy felt the breeze in that usually private area
and tried to draw his legs together. In response, Tracey
spread the boy's ankles quite widely experiencing a bit of
evil glee. His little sack hung full before her like fruit
and his wiener was peaking out from behind it. Timmy knew
Tracey had spread him like a wishbone but dared not fuss; he
was in enough trouble.
Barbara noticed the relish with which Tracey approached
her task and knew that she had found not one but two kindred
spirits who believed that little boys needed discipline and
that women were properly in charge of this. And, there was
no greater evidence of that authority to a boy than to lose
control of his clothing and to receive punishment as decreed
by the women in his life.
Having set the stage so well for Timothy's punishment,
Barbara knew it was time for the main event.
"Timothy, mommy told you what she expected of you in the
doctor's office didn't she? And, she told you what would
happen if you were naughty. Didn't she?"
"Please don't, mommy. I'll take my shots. I promise."
"Oh you certainly will, young man. And, right after I
turn this bare bum bright red in front of these two nice
ladies you will take the shots. And, if you don't you will
find yourself right back in this position for more of the
same." And with that, Barbara brought her right arm back on
the horizontal, slowly, and paused briefly. In that instant
there as dead silence as all three women seemed to
appreciate that one last little moment of anticipation.
Then, with measured velocity and accuracy that comes of
repeated practice, Barbara launched her first slap on
Timothy's right cheek.
SLAP. "ahh". Timmy jerked involuntarily. The report
made a faint ringing echo in the confined space. Timmy's
right cheek compressed under the force of the blow then
recoiled as the three ladies watched a slight pink area
forming on the target. Barbara liked to build slowly in
situations such as these. She drew back her hand again and
launched the same horizontal strike on the left cheek.
SLAP. "Akkk" Timmy let out despite his effort not to and
again thrust his legs out straight in reaction to the
strike. Debbie and Tracey looked on from perfect vantage
points, totally absorbed in the process and were treated to
the rising pink tone on Timmy's left cheek. Barbara
preferred to use moderate spanks in situations like this
where she was using embarrassment to assist in Timmy's
lesson. Too severe a spanking would shorten the time of
embarrassment and reduce the effectiveness of the lesson,
she felt.
SLAP. The blow fell low on the left. SLAP. High on the
left. Deliberately not alternating. SLAP. Center left
again. "Oooh. Acch. "Owow". Timmy responded.
SLAP. SMACK. CLAP. Barbara gave the right cheek some
attention. Tracey watched in fascination as the round white
cheeks danced and jiggled under the practiced attention of
Barbara. She felt a shiver of excitement climb up her
spine; she had no idea why. SMACK. SLAP. After about a
dozen Barbara began picking up the pace and adding the usual
lecture. "SMACK...told you...SMACK...before leaving SMACK.
SLAP...being a model patient...SMACK." She was spreading
the impacts around now, ranging wider on the boys globes,
paying some attention to the upper thighs. "SMACK.
SLAP...look...you...disobedient...SLAP...spanking....SLAP...
SLAP...naked...SLAP...and these people have to watch
you...SLAP...misbehaving...SMACK...after I *told you*...SLAP
and here you...SMACK...are naked in front
of...SMACK...SMACK...getting what your
deserve...SLAP...wasting these nice ladies time...SMACK."
Timmy was crying now and thrusting his legs out straight
behind him with each slap, putting on quite an interesting
show for Tracey; he would be mortified
to know. Barbara was proud of the job she was doing
disciplining her son. She was not spanking all that hard
but, his cheeks were coloring up nicely and she knew he was
feeling this spanking. Yes, he would be feeling a good burn
but at the same time she knew there would be no bruising,
just a bright red fanny on fire. Tracey watched the glow
building on the boy's cute little butt. She was very glad
her mother believed in time outs for her when she was
growing up but, at the same time being an only child she
felt cheated that she had not had the chance to see little
brothers get this kind of treatment. Timmy's bum was really
red she observed from the very top of his cheeks all the way
down to his upper thighs. It must really be stinging she
thought as she watched the lads legs thrust out and scissor
and kick. She was getting quite a show as youngsters jewels
bounced along with his backside and his little fellow shook
from side to side. SMACK. SLAP. Barbara was satisfied
now with the color of Timothy's cheeks and she moved to a
new phase of the operation designed to please herself and
the audience. She lowered her hand below the plane of
Timmy's buttocks and reaching back for good swings began to
impact the boy on the under curve of his buttocks. The
swings were impressive to the eye but in fact were not all
that hard. The long pull back, the slight pause before
swinging towards the target were dramatic but in fact, she
was moderating the speed of her arm. She didn't need huge
force on the well tenderized buttock to achieve her desired
effect. "unh...uhhh...ahh" Timmy testified to Barbara's
effectiveness. Bringing her hand up in a sweeping motion to
the underside of Timmy's cute little red cheeks was getting
that nice sweet area in the fold of the butt and causing his
cheeks to jiggle and dance with each blow.
Tracey couldn't help but grin as the hand did its work.
Barbara's hand would come on an upward trajectory and catch
the boy on the under curve of each cheek in alteration.
Using a brushing motion similar to dusting off one's
clothes, each blow would lift and separate the cheek causing
it to rise and follow the hands impact up before reaching
its limit and bouncing down followed by a smaller bounce up
again before settling into resting position. And as the
each cheek rose on impact, Timmy punctuated its action with
a yelp and thrust of his legs exposing Mr. Wiggles who was
hiding behind Timmy's little pink sack. Tracey noticed
herself squeezing her thighs together under her uniform.
Barbara continued Timmy's lesson.
CLAP....CLAP...SLAP...hoped you learned your
lesson...CLAP...SLAP. Barbara was proud of herself seeing
how Tracey and Debbie were enjoying her virtuoso
performance. SLAP...SLAP. She knew she had delivered a
good spanking and shown her friends how beautiful her boy
was but, despite his beauty he certainly wasn't going to
grow up spoiled. SLAP. She finished with one last stinger
that struck center underside of both cheeks. "Unnh-oww."
Timmy continued to cry and kick his legs as the burn
continued for a few moments he didn't even realize that the
spanking was over. Tracey and Debbie observed a beautiful
naked little boy with a glowing butt that was well warmed
but not brutalized. Finally, Barbara told Timmy to get up,
the spanking was over. Timothy got up and, now being able
to reach his butt, put his hands back there and tried to rub
out the sting, catch his breath and stop crying while
hopping up and down and from foot to foot. Tracey watched
as Timmy wiggled and wailed seemingly unaware that he was
dancing naked in front of three women, two of whom he hardly
knew. She observed he had other things on his mind-his
"behind" actually- than worrying about bouncing his genitals
in front of Tracey and Debbie as he was.
Barbara let the spanking dance go on for a while as Timmy
slowly became aware of his situation. He was naked
surrounded by females jumping up and down with his hands on
his burning butt. He began to move his hands to shield his
wiener and turned away from Tracey only to realize he now
displayed his front to Debbie and his red tush to Tracey.
There followed an amusing few moments as he turned from one
to the other and shifted his hands front to back only to
realize that what he gained by hiding from one lady was
offset by what he was showing to the other.
Observing that he had recovered his sense of shame Barbara
made him put his hands behind his head which he did with
great difficulty and only under threat of renewed
punishment. Timmy tried bending his knees inward to hide
himself but Barbara told him to stand up straight. He then
had to turn to face Tracey showing the young girl his
complete nakedness with a few remaining sobs and great
difficulty and say, "I am sorry for bumping into to you
Tracey and for making such a fuss. Thank you for witnessing
my spanking I hope you thought my mom spanked me hard
enough." Barbara made sure he got the words exactly as
required. Then he had to turn to face Debbie showing his
red fanny to Tracey and his everything to Debbie and say
exactly as Barbara ordered, "Debbie, I am sorry I ran away
from the needle. Thank you for witnessing my spanking; I
hope you thought my mom spanked me hard enough. (And then)
If I misbehave again, please pull down my pants and give me
a good spanking just
like my mom did now."
With that, Barbara rose from the chair while Debbie reset
the arms. Timothy was put naked on the chair. He winced as
his sore butt contacted the surface. Tracey leaned over the
naked little boy and wiped his face with a tissue. Timothy
very obediently put both of his arms on the armrests while
Debbie used Velcro straps to restrain his arms for his own
protection. This of course prevented him from putting them
in his lap and so he remained on display for the
appreciative ladies. Timothy was a very good boy and took
the rest of his shots without resisting.
When a lifetime had passed for poor naked Timmy, all the
needle sticks had been given and charted and all his
allergens were known. Debbie said Dr. Fuller would order
desensitizing allergy shots for Timmy and had determined
that he would need to receive them weekly for 13 weeks.
Timmy was quite upset with the thought of more shots and was
making a little scene. Barbara, was not in the mood for any
nonsense and told Debbie and Tracey, "Timmy *will* do this
each and every week. While I am parking the car, take him
in to the examination room and strip him naked. That way he
will know if he pulls this nonsense again he is in for an
immediate spanking..."
Back to the present.
Just then Tracey popped in. "Timmy, you're
still dressed. What are you dreaming about?" Tracey
stepped close and began undoing his shirt.
"I can do it myself, Tracey" said Timmy, holding his
hands over the buttons.
"But you haven't; so I am going to. Remember what your
mom said. Or are you trying to waste time?" She said with
her voice picking up a slight edge. "Or do you want me to
tell nurse Debbie that you are misbehaving?"
"No Tracey" was his quick response.
Tracey undid the buttons on Timmy's Henley shirt, whipped
it off over his head and hung it on a convenient hook. Then
she knelt before the boy and removed his shoes and socks.
"Can't I keep my pants on, Tracey? I am only getting a
shot in my arm." Timmy did not like being undressed by
Tracey. It was embarrassing enough when his mom undressed
him and she wasn't even in the room.
"I think you know the answer to that question already,
Timmy. Your mom left strict instructions that you were to
be stripped naked as soon as we got you into an examination
room and to start without her if she was busy parking the
car. And, if you put up any fuss at all, she told nurse
Debbie to immediately spank that little naked fanny until it
was red as can be. That's why you have to be naked; so
nurse Debbie can put you over her knee right away if she
needs to. Now, stop arguing and stop stalling. I am going
to take off *all* your clothes." Tracey smiled to herself
as relished the temporary power she had over the cute boy.
"And then we will have you all nice and naked for your
allergy visit. Stand up." She rubbed it in. Slowly Timmy
stood with his hands at his side, resisting the impulse to
wrestle with Tracey for control of his pants. He tried
staring at the ceiling and ignoring his loss of dignity but
Tracey would have none of it. "Arms up, out of the way," She
said,
bringing his attention back to the situation at hand. "Let
me get these pants unbuttoned so I can pull them down." In
this way Timmy had to be actively involved in his own
embarrassment. "Psyche" Thought Tracey.
Deftly Tracey undid the belt, snap and zipper.
She hesitated imperceptibly to appreciate the moment and
then as she knelt directly in front of the boy she worked
his Dockers down to his ankles. "Step out." She commanded
as she gathered the trousers, folded them and hung them
away. Finally, ignoring the tingles that were running
through her she knelt again in front of the boy. "Just
these left now, Timmy. Keep those arms up out of my way."
Timmy's immediate compliance caused a stirring within her.
Keeping alert for any sign of resistance she grabbed the
waistband and began to work his boxers down slowly. Timmy's
groin was just about at Tracey's eye level as the unveiling
proceeded. Timmy tried to think about anything else but
could not and was very aware of the friction of his boxers
sliding down in front of the young girl and the cool room
air sweeping across his genitals while the heat rose in his
face. "There" said Tracey, taking in the sight of his
hairless
unblemished naked body. "That's better, now you're
completely naked and ready for your visit." Timmy wondered
how it could be "better."
Tracey preceded with the exam preliminaries.
"Step on the scale...arms at your sides. Stand up nice and
straight." Tracey stood to his side with unobstructed view
of his front side and slid the weights back and forth,
making quite a production out of it. "umm hmm." She said as
she noted the weight in his chart. "Now let's see how big
you've grown since your last visit." And with that Timmy
had to turn around. He felt the coolness of the metal plate
under his bare feet as he turned and the cool office air
circulating around his bare flesh. A shiver ran up his spine
but it had nothing to do with the room temperature. Timmy
felt like a captive with his hands by his sides, weight
distributed equally and standing completely straight and
restrained by the metal arm of the scale's built in
measuring tool that rested on his head. He felt completely
under her control. He knew that she had been given the
authority to have him do practically anything, assume any
position,
perform any action no matter how embarrassing. Any
objection or hesitation on his part would lead to a trip
over nurse Debbie's lap and he had a feeling that Debbie and
Tracey would be only too anxious to apply the necessary
correction. Tracey left her real life doll standing in
place while she went about recording and noting his height.
She didn't hurry. She enjoyed watching the naked boy and
having the power to put him through the routine.
After what seemed like an entire school year to Timmy the
exam room door directly opposite the scale opened and in
walked nurse Debbie. Debbie smiled brightly when she saw
him displayed as if on a pedestal. Timmy noticed that she
hadn't bothered to shut the door. "Well, it's good to see
you again Timmy". (Not funny thought Timmy as his cheeks
burned just a little brighter.) "Let's get you situated
now," said Debbie, as she guided him over towards the
dreaded chair with her left hand on his upper arm and her
right palm cupping his left butt cheek to steer him. "Don't
forget my naked little boy, any shenanigans and I will take
you right over my knee. Then we will find out if I can
spank as good as your mom and, if I can't I'll practice
until I can."
Timmy had no doubt that nurse Debbie would compensate for
her inexperience with enthusiasm. Any deficiencies would be
addressed by his mom who, having finally parked the Buick,
entered the room and also did not shut the door. He knew the
commotion of a spanking would probably draw an audience and
that his mom thought that just made the lesson more
effective. He knew he would not be able to control himself
when he saw the needle and the consequences that would
bring. He knew he had 12 more weeks to go...