THE TREATMENT

BY NAP

This story is a fantasy for adults only. The author utterly condemns any form of actual abuse – physical, sexual, psychological and emotional – to any person of any age.

“So, the difficulty with your daughter’s behaviour is excessive, perhaps even obsessive masturbation?” Dr Friedman said glancing at his notes.”

Mrs Corry looked anxiously across the desk at the renowned psychiatrist. He was tall, lean, bald and bespectacled, and looked very, very clever. Would he take her problem seriously, or consider it too trivial to be worth his precious time?

“Yes, Doctor,” she answered nervously. “She is always at it. Rubbing up against things or feeling herself – even in public. We’ve tried to ignore it, but now she is ten it is really embarrassing, and we feel it can’t be healthy. I mean, if she’s like that now, what will she be like when she is a teenager?”

“Hm,” Dr Friedman murmured, “I can certainly cure Alannah of this habit, but it will require a drastic remedy.”

Mrs Corry, relieved, smiled and nodded positively.

“As you know, the physical punishment of children has been banned for many years, however a qualified practitioner may use it to benefit the mental health of a child. I consider this case meets those criteria and I propose to use Aversion Therapy to treat your daughter’s inappropriate sexual obsession. I shall apply a combination of physical and psychological stimuli to correct Alannah’s behaviour. My method has proved very effective in the past, but I must warn you that some parents find witnessing the treatment disturbing. However, I should prefer you to stay, as it will give you an insight into your daughter’s character. But should you remain, I must insist that you do not interfere at any time, no matter what your feelings.”

Mrs Corry was disturbed to find herself rather excited as she listened to the psychiatrist’s cool proposal to ill treat her daughter. Was she a dreadful mother? She nodded her agreement and sat tight.

Dr Friedman spoke into his intercom and asked his nurse to bring Alannah in. A few moments later, the nurse, an athletic blonde, escorted the young girl into the consulting room. Alannah was of average height and sturdily built, though not fat. She had thick, straight shoulder-length dark brown hair that shone from frequent washing. She glared across at the Doctor with glowering eyes, her mouth pulled into a sulky, defiant scowl. Ignoring this mutinous expression, Dr Friedman decided she was actually a very pretty child. He was glad of this. The last time he had used his treatment the girl had had an eating disorder and had been obese and very unattractive. It was going to be much more pleasurable to treat Alannah. He did not waste time in preliminaries but told the girl to get up on the treatment table.

“No!” Alannah said defiantly.

Dr Friedman did not even have to look at Nurse Law. She simply seized Alannah’s shoulders and tipped her backwards, but before Alannah could fall to the floor, Dr Friedman moved quickly forward and grabbed her legs. The startled child found herself caught between the two medicos, lifted in the air and dumped none too gently onto the gleaming black table.

“Ouch!” Alannah said automatically as her bottom bounced on the hard surface. But Dr Friedman immediately yanked her ankles and pulled her forwards so that she slid on the seat of her jeans along the polished tabletop towards him. Next moment he had secured her ankles to two Velcro straps on either side, stretching her legs wide. While Alannah was still gasping at this outrage, Nurse Law let go of her arms and whisked her T-shirt over her head leaving her upper body bare. “Hey!” Alannah yelled at this indignity, but next second the nurse had grabbed her shoulders and slammed her down against the hard, cold surface. A second or two after that, she had pulled her arms behind her and fastened them like her ankles. Alannah was now not only helplessly tied down, but also uncomfortably stretched. Like all of her generation, Alannah was not used to such treatment. “Hey! Let me go,” she demanded.

Dr Friedman ignored the child and turned to the mother. “I have the records of Alannah’s last medical and she is a perfectly healthy child, easily able to withstand what she is going to get. However, I shall now attach monitors to register her responses, not only as a safety measure, but also to measure her reactions.” As he said this, Dr Friedman pressed a couple off suckers to Alannah’s skin at her neck and upper arm.

“Hey! Get off me,” the little girl’s indignant voice yelled resolutely. “Mum! Make them glug urgh—!” Alannah’s shrill protests were cut off in mid cry as Nurse Law efficiently gagged her.

Dr Friedman looked down at the girl’s solid little torso. She had the typical pre-pubertal child’s lack of shape with a slightly podgy tummy, no real waist and just the beginnings of breast development with two small mounds of freshly formed flesh topped with soft pink nipples. He nodded, satisfied. He enjoyed the sight of a hale and hearty child. But time to move on. He pulled off Alannah’s shoes and socks and then nodded at Nurse law who came to his end of the table. Each of them held one of Alannah’s legs and undid the strap. Dr Friedman leaned forwards, unbuttoned the waist of Alannah’s jeans and slid down the zip front.

“Nnnng!” Alannah protested dumbly, urgently shaking her head.

Still restraining Alannah’s legs with one hand, the doctor and nurse used their other to tug down their captive’s jeans, finally pulling them altogether clear of her legs. Now Alannah was wearing only a pair of pink panties patterned with darker pink polka dots. Dr Friedman glanced down at this minimal defence of decency. The wrinkled crotch projected the split outline of her vulva. Dr Friedman leaned over gripped the elasticated waist. Alannah’s muffled cries became even more desperate. They were ignored. Dr Friedman pitilessly pulled her panties over her hips and off her feet. Then he and the nurse refastened her ankles. So there was Alannah, naked bound and gagged on the tables with her legs spread wide. Dr Friedman looked at her revealed genital cleft, the object of his interest, both professional and personal. It was large and very prominent. He nodded in satisfaction. He ran his fingers lightly along the slit in a tickling motion. Alannah squirmed and gasped. Her eyes widened in shock at this handling of her private part.

“Hmm” Dr Friedman murmured. “It is as I thought, Mrs Corry, your daughter has a very high sexual sensitivity for a girl of her age.

He picked up a jar of yellow ointment.

“This is a mixture of my own devising,” he explained to Mrs Corry. “I call it “Erogelle”. It is for the treatment of adult female frigidity and is very effective. When used in its concentrated form on young girls, its impact is quite startling.”

Dr Friedman unscrewed the top and turned his attention to his patient who watched with wide anxious eyes from her helpless position. Dr Friedman took a scoop of the gelatinous mixture and leaned over Alannah’s sturdy thighs. She twitched nervously as his hand approached her vulva, but evasion was impossible. His gooey finger touched her slit and ran along it. As if by magic, the lips swelled and parted like an opening flower, exposing the coral pink interior. Dr Friedman smiled and spread more of the gunge on Alannah’s labia. Her hips twisted and a low moaning came from behind her gag. He scooped another fingertip of ointment and pushed it into the now gaping orifice and ran it around. Alannah’s writhing became more frantic. Another dip of cream and the doctor moved to the top of Alannah’s slit, searching for her clitoris. It was not hard to find and at his touch rose obediently from its protecting hood. As the good doctor rubbed the sticky mixture on the little nub of flesh, it grew and stiffened startlingly. Dr Friedman moved to the side of the table and leaned over the child’s chest. He took a dab of the goo and rubbed it into each of Alannah’s little nipples, which immediately became pertly erect. Then he straightened, screwed on the top of the jar and wiped his hands. Alannah continued to wriggle and twist as much as she could and then began to bounce her bum against the hard surface of the table.

“Your daughter is now in the grip of intense sexual arousal,” Dr Friedman explained, “which of course she can do nothing to satisfy. This is the first stage of the treatment.”

Mrs Corry watched Alannah’s urgent antics with a guilty excitement. She was surprised by the psychiatrist’s remedy, she had thought he would try to reduce Alannah’s libido, rather that stimulate it. She wondered what the next stage of treatment would be.

Dr Friedman picked up a box of large wire paperclips. He took one out, opened it slightly and put over Alannah’s swollen left nipple. She squirmed and glugged. Dr Friedman knew that the clip would be very painful, but not wounding as a sprung clasp would be. He leaned further across the child’s chest and put another clip on her right nipple. Then he flicked each and watched with amusement as they quivered. He could guess at the throbbing pain engendered. He moved down to Alannah’s groin. Mrs Corry’s eyes opened wide. Surely he couldn’t! But he could! He fastened a clip on her daughter’s tiny erect clitoris. Then he flicked it, making her jerk with a mixture of agony and ecstasy.

Dr Friedman nodded to Nurse Law and she went to Alannah’s head, the doctor himself moved to her feet. At his signal, the pair quickly released Alannah’s bonds and turned her over. She kicked and struggled as much as she could, but one little girl against two adults were impossible odds. The nurse refastened Alannah’s wrists, but lower down the table legs than before so that her head and shoulders were below the level of the tabletop. The doctor kept a firm grip on Alannah’s ankles, but allowed them to slide forward. Once the girl’s wrists were secure, Nurse law came back and took Alannah’s left leg while Dr Friedman continued to grasp her right. Then they moved her further forward and fastened her ankles in a new position still with her legs wide open, but with her bottom now stuck up.

Dr Friedman stepped back and admired the view. He was pleased to see that Alannah had a good meaty bum. Nurse law brought him a pair of surgical rubber gloves that he pulled on. She then handed him a cellophane packet from which he took a bullet shaped suppository about two inches long. He leaned over Alannah’s upturned bottom. Despite her twisting hips, he parted her cheeks with his left thumb and fingers and then inserted the pointed end of the suppository into the girl’s anus. It was greasy and slipped in easily. He continued to push until it had entirely disappeared into her and then with insistent pressure from his middle finger plunged it deeper into the child’s rectum. He stepped back, peeled off the gloves and put them on the proffered dish. He turned to Mrs Corry again.

“What I have just inserted into Alannah is a suppository concocted by me. It is a mixture of herbs, spices and chemicals and as it melts, it will cause her extreme discomfort. When I was experimenting with the ingredients, in the cause of science I put one into myself. It was like having ten thousand red-hot ants in spiked boots and carrying cattle prods stamping around inside you. Very uncomfortable! I washed mine out almost immediately! Unfortunately for Alannah, she will not have that option. Also, another ingredient relaxes the bowel’s reflex so that she will not be able spontaneously to eject it either. Aha! The process has begun.”

Mrs Corry looked on as her daughter’s hips gyrated even more frenetically. And she strained desperately against her bonds. Mrs Corry was shocked to realise that once again the emotion that washed over was not pity, but pleasure. How could a mother gain enjoyment from seeing her daughter put through such torment?

“She would be much better off if she kept still,” Doctor Friedman commented coolly, “but of course she can’t, what with the irritant of her sexual frustration as well as the hellish intestinal torment. However, that is not all she is to suffer. I shall now introduce the next element.”

Mrs Corry wondered what was to come and watched with mounting excitement as the psychiatrist moved to Alannah’s left side. Then he raised his hand, swung it back and let fly with a ringing slap on her daughter’s bottom. Like all modern parents, she had never before seen her child spanked and was surprised to discover the experience hugely gratifying. A bright red handprint immediately appeared across the little girl’s bottom cheeks. It was soon joined by many more as Doctor Friedman gave her another twenty in as many seconds, leaving Alannah’s bum red and very sore.

“The reasoning behind my treatment,” explained Dr Friedman, taking a break from his therapy, “is to cure Alannah’s obsession by making her associate sexual arousal with painful experiences. So first, I provoked her sexually to a far greater extent than would be normal for so young a child, but denied her any opportunity of satisfying herself. Next, I applied painful stimulus to both her primary and secondary sexual areas further confusing the messages of pleasure and pain received by the brain. The process continued with the irritant suppository to her rectum. Not only are the anal and genital parts adjacent physically, but also they are closely associated psychologically. Thus, the internal inflammation and sexual arousal intensified each other and again these messages were muddled in the mind. The spanking serves several purposes. The most obvious is another layer of physical pain, but spanking also heats the bottom, escalating the effectiveness of the suppository. Plus spanking increases blood flow to the area, including the sexual parts. This boosts arousal as well as making nerve endings more receptive and amplifying their signals of distress. Speaking of which, it is now time to add a new level of pain.”

With this warning, Dr Friedman nodded to Nurse Law, who produce a new instrument and handed it to him. It was an oblong paddle made from clear Perspex and slightly flexible. It was divided into handle and blade, the blade being twice as long as the handle. It appeared a dreadfully effective implement of chastisement. Dr Friedman tapped the business end against Alannah’s already inflamed buttocks, which squirmed in desperate and fearful anticipation. Then he drew back his hand and brutally brought it down horribly hard across the little girl’s cheeks. For a moment, Mrs Corry saw her daughter’s inflamed flesh turn pale as the blood was forced from surface by the impact. But then a darker patch appeared as, superheated, it agonisingly returned.

In her memory, Mrs Corry was suddenly back in time to when she too was a ten-year-old. Like Alannah, she had discovered the intense pleasure of self-stimulation and had masturbated hard and often. She realised now that her own mother, a strict fundamentalist who had determinedly disapproved of such a disgusting practice, had adopted just the remedy now advanced by the eminent psychologist. But being an unsophisticated woman and since it was a time when beating children was still socially and legally acceptable, she had used a hairbrush and switches to apply her own brand of treatment to her daughter’s bare bottom. Mrs Corry remembered those excruciatingly painful encounters with horror. The treatment had been effective – up to a point. She had been cured of her compulsive masturbation and had become an unlikely example glowingly chaste rectitude. But a new darker desire had been born as she secretly harboured obsessive fantasies of sadistic lust and imagined a time when she would be the powerful parent beating her own defenceless child. In the event, time had turned against her and she had never found fulfilment.

Until now!

As she watched Dr Friedman swat Alannah’s bottom with the Perspex paddle she experienced a more powerful sexual pleasure than she had ever known. Her panties, already damp, became soaked with her streaming juices. Every beating blow raised the heat of her passion. As her daughter’s bottom glowed darker, deeper so did her own base desires. Was this what she was condemning Alannah to, she wondered? A lifetime of a consuming craving for sadism that in the modern social climate could never be satisfied?

She sighed in acceptance as the paddle hit home hard yet again. So be it. She could not deny herself this experience whatever the consequences. Alannah would have to suffer now and, in all likelihood, the future, but she must have her gratification.

At last, Dr Friedman stopped beating the little girl. He and the nurse attended to her, untying her, removing her gag so she could wail without restraint, taking off the clips on her nipples and clitoris, wiping her face, drying her eyes. But they showed her no tenderness and the suppository remained in place. When they came to dress her, they sprinkled fine grains into her panties before putting them on. “Good old fashioned itching powder!” Dr Friedman explained with a grin as Alannah sobbed and squirmed as her puffy sexual parts and sore swollen bottom encountered it. And when she was fully clothed, they secured her wrists behind her back and gave Mrs Corry instructions.

“Keep her like this at all times during the day,” said Dr Friedman. “It means you’ll have to spoon feed her and attend to her in the lavatory, but you are her mother. At night, use these.” He handed Mrs Corry what looked like oven gloves, two thick padded mittens without thumbs connected by a short, broad length of cloth. “When she goes to bed put these on her hands – they fasten at the wrists – with the connector behind her back. Even if she manages to reach her vulva, there is no way she will be able to make enough contact to masturbate.”

Mrs Corry nodded. “Thank you, Doctor.”

Dr Friedman smiled. “Just one more thing—

“—fetch her back this time next week for further treatment!”

Remember: Real children are precious and fragile. Please always treat them with kindness and respect.