Dr. Morgan 1 & 2

By brhmsj

berlioz53@yahoo.com

Copyright 2023 by brhmsj, all rights reserved

Dr. Morgan, Chapter 1

A Forced Nudity Story
A psychiatrist has a unique technique in which he teaches boys good behavior, obedience, and that Boys Should Not Be Modest.


Dr. Walter Morgan is a psychiatrist whose expertise focuses on children, in particular teenage boys. Over the years he has helped many teens through the emotional upheavals that come with adolescence; in most cases he worked with boys after his parents had consulted him about their son’s behavior. He had an unconventional method of behavior modification for particularly difficult boys which had proven to be highly effective. No parents had ever complained about his work.

The parents of a fourteen-year-old son, Mr. and Mrs. Preston, had Dr. Morgan recommended to them. An appointment was made. He seated the Prestons on the comfortable couch in his office and took his place in a chair across from them. From a phone call with the mother he knew that their son was named Adam. “Tell about your concerns with Adam.” His style immediately made parents comfortable.

The Prestons told a story that Dr. Morgan had heard many times, a story of behavior quite typical of boys that age. “He’s uncooperative, can be belligerent, uncommunicative,” Mr. Preston said.

“Typical behavior, as I’m sure you know,” the doctor said.

“I know but we can’t find a way to get through to him. He’s been rude to his mother, too.”

Now Mrs. Preston spoke up, looking somewhat uncomfortable about the topic, “he seems to be constantly masturbating. It’s like his penis controls him. We don’t know how he gets any homework done.”

“Again, not unusual for that age. A boy’s penis does control him during early teen years but we can avoid having it get out of hand. I assume there are telltale signs.”

“Oh yes. He thinks we haven’t noticed. I only have to see what ends up in his laundry.”

Dr. Morgan gave them a knowing smile. By the end of the appointment’s hour Dr. Morgan had learned a lot about the parents, their son, and a general idea of their household. It was nothing he had not heard before. As was his policy a second appointment was made, this one for him alone with Adam. From what he heard from the parents he couldn’t tell how much help Adam needed, though it was clear he needed some help and guidance. Meeting the boy would assist him to determine what course of therapy was necessary, if any. Not all boys needed it. With Adam, though, he felt sure that he’d have a new client. Perhaps an interesting case.

As with so many teen boys Dr. Morgan met, Adam began the session uncooperative, even belligerent. Dr. Morgan knew this behavior well and was expert at eliciting information and overcoming some of the resistance. Adam showed no real issues with his parents, rather he was feeling a lack of friends and unhappiness with school. Most of all, more trouble adjusting to adolescence and puberty than most boys. It was a testament to Dr. Morgan’s technique that the meeting ended amicably.

As was his custom, Dr. Morgan gave himself a few days to consider the situation before a second appointment with Mr. and Mrs. Preston. He was ready with a proposal when they returned.

“I’m glad to say that Adam’s issues are not with you,” he began. Something all parents liked to hear. “As I’m sure you know, he acutely feels a lack of friends.” The Prestons nodded. “He also is not happy at school which is not unusual at this age, especially for boys.”

“But he never. . .” Mrs. Preston began.

“No, I doubt he has. At that age boys and girls don’t feel confident that anyone understands how they feel about school. And, of course, you as parents only want him to succeed, so he will have some fear of admitting his feelings.” The Prestons nodded again.

“However, what I think is, at the moment, his biggest problem is that he is not adjusting well to adolescence and puberty. Some children, both boys and girls, are emotionally resistant to moving away from childhood. Usually it is quite temporary and quite mild, if noticed at all. In some cases it is prolonged and causes confusion in a young mind.”

“You really think. . .?” Mr. Preston asked. This was new and unexpected. Dr. Morgan was correct, though, in that they only wanted the best for Adam.

“With your permission, I’d like to use with Adam a technique I’ve developed for certain cases. It has proven quite effective. It is a regression therapy. In his meetings with me I will encourage Adam to regress to childhood behavior. I’ll know better after some meetings just how far to go with this. For most boys it’s back to ten or eleven, that is just before puberty begins. A couple have needed to go back to first grade. There is always enormous resistance at first but after a while they become comfortable, even eager to accept the regression. I can’t make any promise as to how long I will need, usually it is around a year of therapy.”

“Well, if that’s what you recommend, I guess. . .” Mr. Preston said.

“It is. You need to take time to consider this. No decision is needed today. I have an agreement that I’ve worked out with an expert lawyer which I will ask you to sign if you want to use this therapy. The major stipulation is that when Adam is in my hands you allow me to treat him as a boy of whatever age I deem appropriate or that he gravitates to. Some parents are uncomfortable with this because I ask them to allow me to discipline the child, including bare-bottom spankings.” There was a slight gasp from the Prestons. “That’s the only way a spanking is effective. We will discuss spankings further after I’ve had some time with Adam. I also am a firm believer in the philosophy that boys should not be modest. Which means Adam will spend time naked, regardless of how he feels about it. It is remarkable how well that works in fostering obedience and good behavior.

“What also may be strange for you is that I likely will want permission to have him spend some weekends with me at my home where I can be in loco parentis. This includes spanking when necessary. I have worked out the legal issues so that parents can be confident that there will be no child abuse. This is not child abuse, though it is unorthodox.”

He gave them a moment to think.

“Thank you, doctor,” Mr. Preston said. “We do need a couple of days to consider this. Do you have any material on it we could take?”

“Oh yes, here you go.” The doctor produced a short document which outlined generally the course of treatment. “Shall we meet again in three days?”

“Yes, that’s fine,” Adam’s mother replied. She already was thinking this might be a good plan. Her husband would need a bit of persuading.

That evening they read over the document. Dr. Morgan presented a compelling argument for his unorthodox treatment. There were a small number of parental testimonies, all favorable of course. One in particular, by parents of a boy named Andrew, was particularly interesting. His case seemed to be one of the most extreme in terms of his regression, at least that was the impression they got. The results, though, were impressive, if the parents were fully to be believed.

In the morning Mr. Preston called Dr. Morgan to inquire about Andrew. “His parents seem quite positive about the results.”

“Yes, they are. In fact, they have granted permission for me to give their contact information to parents who may want to ask them about it.”

“Ah, that would be helpful.” The phone number for Andrew’s parents was passed along. Mr. Preston called right away. A pleasant woman answered and proved quite happy to talk with them. A phone call of the two sets of parents was arranged for that evening.

After listening to Andrew’s parents, the Prestons felt confident that Dr. Morgan’s therapy was the right choice. A couple of days later they met with him, talked over the program, and signed the papers. Adam would meet the doctor that afternoon, after school. Before he met with the doctor his parents explained some of what would happen, in general terms. Adam did not like the idea of getting therapy but the threat of a spanking persuaded him. He’d not been spanked in the past few years, nor even been threatened. Little did he know that spankings could become a way of life during his therapy.

The meeting between the doctor and Adam was difficult as these first meetings of the actual therapy always were but Dr. Morgan knew how to guide the conversation. In an hour he learned about Adam’s younger years, what he had liked to do, what games, tv shows, books, and other things. Dr. Morgan skillfully guided Adam to connect behaviors to various ages. When the meeting was over Dr. Morgan knew he could devise a course of therapy for the boy.

“We’ll meet at this time every Tuesday, here in my office. Is that good?”

“I don’t know. I mean, no one else has to do this. I’ll look weird.” Little did he know it, but Adam’s resistance already was weakening.

“No one needs to know,” Dr. Morgan told him. Professional ethics meant he would not say anything about other clients, but Adam was not alone among his schoolmates in visiting Dr. Morgan. However, no others were in regression therapy. “You needn’t say anything. Your parents won’t and I won’t. I’ll make sure you are comfortable with our meetings. How do you feel now?”

“I don’t want to do this!”

“I’m sure you don’t, but that’s not what I asked, is it?”

“No, sir.” A boy using “sir” was always a good sign. “This is weird but I guess I feel ok at the moment.”

“Excellent. I’ll see you on Tuesday. Think about some of the good memories you have from your younger years.” With that Adam was sent on his way. The boy found that last request odd. Odder still was that it stuck in his head through the rest of the week. Over the weekend he gave it some thought, even taking time to look at some of the things he still kept from his childhood. Some good memories began to come back. Then, as was so often the case, he felt angry, manipulated. Maybe he’d refuse to go on Tuesday.

Another threat of a spanking settled the issue of going to meet Dr. Morgan on Tuesday. Two threats in a week was unsettling. Should he mention this to the doctor? Talking about spankings would be sharing way more information than he wanted to.

“I’m glad you’re here, son. I was afraid you’d refuse to come.”

“Well, I. . .”

“No need to explain. All that matters is that you’re here.” Once Dr. Morgan began exploring Adam’s memories the boy proved willing to share. There were things that had strong and good associations for him.

“I have some things like that here,” Dr. Morgan said when Adam had finished. “Would you like to see some?”

“Um. . . I. . .” said with a blush. Dr. Morgan produced some books and handed them to the boy. “Oh, this was a good one!” Adam said as he looked at a particular book. Others he didn’t recognize but had read some of the same type.

Next were some games, with much the same reaction. By the end of the session Dr. Morgan had handed over some toy cars and trucks. Adam had stories to tell about the various types of cars and alluded to fun playing with the toys. For that he did have a buddy.

When the hour was up Dr. Morgan said “we can look at the cars again next week. How’s that?”

“Great!” Adam left feeling happy, though inevitably the feeling lessened as the week went on. He still had no idea just what these meetings really were about. But Dr. Morgan seemed cool.

When Tuesday arrived Adam again was feeling reluctant about his therapy session. However, this week he did not want to hear the spanking threat, so reluctantly, but without comment, reported to the doctor’s office. When he entered the office he saw that toy cars and trucks were set out on the floor. His eyes lit up.

“Good, you’re here again!” said Dr. Morgan, sounding genuinely delighted to see the boy. “Like what you see?”

“Oh yes!” Adam quickly responded, then blushed with embarrassment at having so readily shown interest in something he now considered childish.

“Also good,” Dr. Morgan said with a warm smile. “Sit down and we can chat a bit first.” Adam did but now was feeling resistant again to talking. “We’ll get to the cars soon enough,” the doctor assured Adam who visibly relaxed at hearing that. They chatted for a few minutes then Dr. Morgan said “tell me about the various cars. You can get on the floor if you want.” Adam jumped out of his chair and got down on the floor. He knew a lot of the various cars that the toys were based on.

When Adam was well absorbed with the toys Dr. Morgan pulled a t-shirt out of a drawer, unobserved by the boy. It was a shirt more in keeping with what a first or second grade boy might wear.

“Would you feel more comfortable wearing this?” Dr. Morgan asked when Adam looked up from the toys.

“Why?”

“No reason. I know some boys like to wear shirts like this when they have toys to play with.”

“I’m not playing!” Adam retorted, showing some belligerence. He wasn’t a little boy!

“Of course not. I apologize. It’s your choice,” the doctor said as he tossed the shirt Adam’s way. Adam might not capitulate this visit, might possibly never capitulate to anything other than his usual clothes. Dr. Morgan knew how to work with the various possibilities. So far in his work every boy had given in eventually. And eventually Adam would be out of clothes in any case. Boys should not be modest.

Adam had started pushing the cars around, rearranging them. He was beginning to remember how he and his friend Ricky had liked to “drive” their toy cars, coming up with stories to go with the driving. Good memories. Without thinking he grabbed the t-shirt, pulled off his own, and replaced it with the one from the doctor.

Now he really was playing with them. Dr. Morgan kept chatting with him, the boy now unwittingly more open, telling stories of his friendship with Ricky.

“He sounds like a good kid,” Dr. Morgan said.

“The best!” There was a pause then Adam said sadly “I really miss him, even after all this time.”

“What happened?”

“He moved away before third grade. I’ve never had another friend like that.” Now the toys were forgotten.

“Do you want to tell me about it?” Adam hesitated, then nodded. “Let’s sit on this couch.” Dr. Morgan moved to the couch and Adam joined him. The remainder of the session was Adam telling about Ricky and some of the things they did together. Dr. Morgan could tell that there was more to the story. No need to press now, plus time was up.

“The t-shirt is yours but only to wear here in the office so you need to give it back for the time being.”

“Oh! I. . .” Adam blushed. He hadn’t realized what he’d done. Somewhat embarrassed he took off the shirt, handed it over, then looked for his own. He was at an age when boys are nervous about their bodies and Dr. Morgan still was a stranger really. Dr. Morgan would be seeing Adam’s entire body naked in the not-so-distant future. When Adam was ready. The doctor would know, even if Adam resisted. All boys did.

“See you next week, my friend,” Dr. Morgan said as Adam left. The boy departed feeling good about today.

The next week Adam felt better about his meeting with Dr. Morgan. Even looking forward to it somewhat. When he arrived Dr. Morgan had the new t-shirt on his desk.

“Put this on, Adam. I could tell you felt comfortable in it.” Adam took it but hesitated a moment, unsure of exposing his body. “Don’t worry about changing in front of me. I’ve seen plenty of boys’ bodies over the years.” Said with a reassuring smile. “And boys should not be modest.” Adam had no idea what that meant. Quickly he changed his shirt. “Go ahead and get down with the cars,” Dr. Morgan said when Adam had changed. “We can talk while you play.” Adam wished he wouldn’t say “play,” though now it was beginning to feel like play. And felt good.

This was all part of the therapy and Dr. Morgan knew how to take advantage of a boy’s comfort in order to get him to open up. When Adam began making car motor sounds along with his comments, Dr. Morgan produced another item of clothing, this time a pair of cutoff jeans shorts.

“Did you have any of these when you were in first or second grade?”

“I did but Mom hated them. I’ve never had any since. Can I?” As soon as the question was out of his mouth he froze. These were for little boys. And, if he did want to wear them, there was nowhere to change into them other than here in front of the doctor. Dr. Morgan handed them to the boy.

“Go ahead. It’s just us and we both know that boys shouldn’t be modest.” That phrase again. He’d never heard it or anything like it. He turned his back on Dr. Morgan and pulled off his jeans. A fine round bottom was covered by tighty whities. A bottom good to spank, Dr. Morgan thought. And spank it he would one day.

When the session was over Adam had to put his usual clothes back on. Again he turned his back when he changed pants. Dr. Morgan would work on that.

“How would you like some different underwear?” Dr. Morgan asked as Adam changed.

“I, uh. . . no. No I don’t!” Still some belligerence. No surprise.

“Well, we can think about that another time.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Not ending on a good note. Likely the issue about underwear was the implied need for exposure. The boy had an important lesson to learn.

The next week Adam arrived to see the now-familiar t-shirt, shorts, and a pair of light red underpants of the small boy type laid out on the couch. He stopped when he saw them.

“I’m not. . .” Dr. Morgan cut him off before he could say more.

“It’s your choice but I hope you’ll wear the shirt and pants again. To be honest, I hope you’ll wear everything. I think you’ll feel good when you do.”

“Are you trying to make me a little boy?”

“What do you think?”

“Well, I come here and play with toys, you gave me little boy clothes, and now those underpants. Seems to me you’re trying to make me a little boy.”

“No, Adam. I’m letting you become a little boy if that’s what you need. I hope I can help guide you. So far you’ve seemed happy when you relive your earlier years. Also, as a little boy you’ll be subject to more rules than you do at your natural age. It’s important that you understand that.”

“What does that mean?”

“I think you know. Little boys need to do what they’re told, have an early bedtime, have Mom or Dad give them a bath every night. I’m sure you remember.” Adam nodded slowly. “These are things which help give a boy a sense of security. Do you need to feel that?”

“I. . . I don’t know. I mean, it feels good here sometimes but then I go home and I think I’ve been stupid doing it.”

“Yes, you do feel that way but you’re not stupid. Now, it is time for a lesson. You are to take off all of your clothes so that you can wear these.”

“NO!”

“Adam, I have permission to spank you if necessary and I will. Right now if I have to. I’ve told you before, boys should not be modest. That means you will be naked when I say so.”

“Will anyone see?”

“Just us. For now.” He paused. “Now, are you getting undressed or do I need to pull down your jeans and give you a spanking? On your bare bottom?”

“No, please don’t spank me!” Reluctantly Adam undressed, stalling a bit when he got to his briefs but eventually they were off, too. He handed his clothes to Dr. Morgan. Now naked he asked “may I have those clothes?” Automatically he covered his genitals.

“Put your hands down!” Dr. Morgan said sternly. Adam obeyed. “You’ll get the clothes when I say so.” Adam looked like he might cry. Dr. Morgan looked over the boy. His genitals were developed with more development to come. A small tuft of hair sat at the base of his penis. Hair that might have to go. A healthy teen with nothing to be ashamed of. Adam blushed at being surveyed. As can happen with boys, his nervousness made him partially hard.

“Here you go,” Dr. Morgan said as he handed over the underpants. Adam gladly and quickly pulled them on. The shirt and pants followed. “Good boy.” Despite himself Adam showed appreciation at the approval.

Dr. Morgan brought out some games. The two sat and talked about the various games and others that Adam remembered.

“Did you play any of these games with your friend Ricky?”

“Oh yes.” Adam had things to tell. He would not admit it this day but the clothes were helping him open up. Reliving boyhood felt good. When he realized that the hour was nearing an end he knew he’d have to be naked again, if only briefly. That put a damper on what had turned out to be an otherwise good day.

“You need to put on your regular clothes again,” Dr. Morgan told him when time was nearly up. This time, while Adam was still reluctant to be naked in front of the doctor (or anyone), plus the clothes had given him comfort and he didn’t want to give that up. But he had to. He made the change of underpants quick, this time with no comment from the doctor.

“See you next week,” Dr. Morgan said cheerily when Adam was ready. With that, the boy left and the doctor was alone to contemplate this case. Before Adam’s next visit Dr. Morgan would talk to the boy’s parents about a weekend at his house. Adam was ready for it. Maybe after one more office visit.

The next week Adam was belligerent again. “I’m not stripping in front of you,” he announced when the office door had closed. Dr. Morgan raised his eyebrows but said nothing. Not getting a response made Adam uncomfortable. “I don’t need little boy clothes! I’m fourteen!”

“Yes, you are, son,” the doctor replied, purposely calling the boy “son.” “Why do you think that should make a difference?”

“What do you mean? I’m not a little boy!”

“Do you think you really behave like a mature boy?” That was met by silence. Just a few weeks of therapy had given Adam some awareness that his behavior was not appropriate. Still, he felt that he was old enough to behave as he wanted.

“An important part of what we’re doing here is helping you grow up into the fourteen-year-old boy you should and can be.”

“I. . . I guess so,” said very slowly.

“And if I feel you need to dress like a little boy to help you with that, then that is what we will do. If I decide that you need to be naked at times, you will be. One lesson you will learn in our time together is that boys shouldn’t be modest.”

“Um. . . What. . . what does that mean?”

“Just what it sounds like. Modesty is not appropriate for boys. You, or any boy, have nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. You will understand this better as our time together continues.” He let Adam think about it.

“I’ll put on the clothes,” Adam finally said, quietly. Without being told to he began to remove his clothing. He blushed when naked but waited to be handed the play clothes. When he got them he pulled them on quickly.

“That’s a good boy,” Dr. Morgan said with a warm smile. “Let’s talk about some books. See what looks interesting to you on the shelves.” Adam spent a few minutes looking at titles on spines. Against his better judgment (in his mind better) he was impressed with the variety of books. He was pleased to see some titles he’d enjoyed in third grade when he had begun to read easily. One in particular had helped to fill the gap in his life he felt after Ricky moved away. He hesitated then took the book off the shelf.

“Sit down and let’s talk about the book,” Dr. Morgan said. The rest of the hour went quickly, talking about that book and some others. Again, Adam was revealing more than he realized he was.

When the hour was ending Dr. Morgan said “I’ve spoken to your parents about you spending the upcoming weekend with me. I find it’s a helpful thing to do with some boys and I think you’ll feel good about it, even if it seems like a strange idea now.”

Adam’s reaction was a new one for the doctor. “Will I have to be naked?”

With a smile the doctor replied “we’ll see how things develop. Every boy who has stayed with me has spent some naked time, so I’d say it’s quite likely that you will. You know why, don’t you?”

“Boys shouldn’t be modest,” Adam replied slowly.

“Very good. You can relive those times with Ricky, or as best we can without him. And one other thing. I have permission to spank you and most boys do not leave after their first weekend without at least one spanking.”

Now Adam’s face fell and he looked like tears might start.

“Don’t worry about that. Now, time to get your other clothes on and return the ones you’re wearing to me.” Adam undressed slowly again, not for fear of being nude but because he was focused on the threat of spankings. As he went home he knew he would have to behave at the doctor’s but what would warrant a spanking? Would he get spanked just because the doctor felt he should be? Would it be bare bottom? He did not have fond memories of those childhood spankings!

Friday night he’d learn.

Dr. Morgan and Andrew were introduced in a story series in another website. The author can provide the link for those interested in reading it.





Dr. Morgan 2

Adam’s First Weekend at the Doctor’s


Mr. and Mrs. Preston delivered Adam to the doctor’s home around four o’clock Friday afternoon. As most people were, they were impressed with the elegant look of the house. “Surprisingly remote,” Mr. Preston commented as they pulled into the driveway. Dr. Morgan greeted them warmly.

“Let me show Adam to his room then we can talk for a few minutes if you wish,” Dr. Morgan said. The Prestons said they would wait. He showed them into his den, then led Adam upstairs. The bedroom was quite inviting, with a comfortable-looking double bed. “Put your things away. I’ll call you when your parents leave. While you’re waiting you can put on your weekend outfit.” On the bed Dr. Morgan had laid out clothes similar to what he provided at his office. Adam felt a bit of a thrill at the Spiderman briefs. It was weird, yet good, too.

With the Prestons Dr. Morgan reiterated his procedure for the weekend and reaffirmed his permission to spank Adam. “I will need to spank him at some point. Regardless of his behavior, that is very important.” They nodded their permission. They trusted Dr. Morgan’s judgement, especially as it did seem to be helping already.

“Thank you for help, Doctor,” Mrs. Prescott said as they took their leave.

“A pleasure, especially when I know it’s doing some good.” The parents left. Now Dr. Morgan and his young patient were alone until Sunday evening. “Come down, please,” he called up to Adam. Adam was feeling a bit embarrassed by his outfit despite having worn it in the office for the past few weeks. He came down slowly. “Come in here, son,” Dr. Morgan said, leading the boy into the den. “Please, sit down.” Both sat.

The first question from Dr. Morgan was a bit of a shock for the boy. “Did you and Ricky ever play together naked?”

“Um. . . Why?”

“Because I want to know about the things you did together, what things make for your best memories. I hope I can help you to relive how you felt, even though you’re alone here.”

“Well, yes, sir, we did sometimes.”

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

There was the expected hesitation. “We, um. . . When we were really little sometimes we’d stay at each other’s house if our parents went away. So, we’d take baths together. Our moms would wash us and help us into pajamas after the baths. When we got to be five or six they let us bathe by ourselves and wash ourselves. We usually washed each other. It was fun.”

“Good. You liked that.”

“Well. . . yeah. . . I mean, we were friends so it just seemed normal. Then sometimes when we were alone we’d get undressed and play. Our usual stuff, just with no clothes on.”

“And you liked that?”

“It felt great!” Adam replied quite enthusiastically. Then he realized what he’d admitted.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, son,” the doctor told him. No, probably it wasn’t, Adam thought after a moment’s consideration.

“Would you like to play naked like that here?”

“Well. . . I. . .”

“Remember, boys should not be modest, especially little boys and you’re a little boy this weekend, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” said slowly. Oddly, he felt himself getting hard at both the idea of being naked and of being a little boy. The shorts he had on made any erection obvious. Dr. Morgan took note of the reaction.

“Well, enough of that,” the doctor said. No need to push Adam into anything. It was enough that he’d made the boy dress like a first grader. Enough for now, that is. “Let me show you the house.” It was a surprisingly big house for a single person. Dr. Morgan took Adam from basement to attic. Part of the basement was a playroom. Adam was impressed with everything. Besides the playroom he particularly liked the library, too, and the attic looked like it might be a good hideaway. He wondered if he’d be allowed to hide there if he needed to. They ended up in the guestroom where Adam would be staying.

“Did you take a look at the bathroom?” Adam had not. “Let me show you.” They went in. “As you see, you have your own Jacuzzi.” With wide eyes Adam viewed the bathroom. He’d never seen anything like it. “There’s one thing we haven’t seen yet.” They went back to the main floor and Dr. Morgan led the way to the back of the house, through a back door and onto a patio with a lovely expanse of lawn with plants and flowers around the edges.

“Wow!” said Adam. Dr. Morgan was pleased that he liked it. The weather promised to be warm all weekend and the doctor intended for Adam to spend time out back here, getting dirty like a little boy.

“You can go back to your room and relax until dinner.” Adam had brought books so there was no problem with occupying himself. Taking time to consider all he’d seen so far would take up his time, too. Meanwhile Dr. Morgan was thinking about Adam and his friend Ricky. Could he find another boy who could recreate that for Adam? Should he? Or should he try to find Ricky? That could be a tricky thing. He’d think about things over the weekend as he observed Adam’s behavior and just let things take their own course.

Shortly after six Dr. Morgan called up the stairs “wash up and get ready for dinner! Put on long pants. They are in the bottom drawer.” Adam did a quick washup then looked in the bottom drawer of the dresser. Sure enough, there was a pair of long pants, and some other things, in the drawer. He didn’t pay attention to the other garments. He’d come to wish that he had. The pants were nothing special but sent the message that shorts were not appropriate at the dinner table. Properly dressed, Adam went downstairs to find Dr. Morgan.

“You look very handsome,” Dr. Morgan told the boy. Adam was pleased with the compliment though he tried hard not to show it. Adam assisted the doctor in setting the table and bringing out the food. The dinner was simple and delicious. Afterwards Adam was set to doing the cleanup. The doctor did not oversee the project but did check it afterwards. “Good job, young man,” he said. This time Adam could not hide his pleasure at being praised. “Let’s go downstairs,” Dr. Morgan said when everything was done.

Downstairs they went directly to the playroom. Adam took the time to look over things more closely than he had before. Dr. Morgan observed his reactions. There were toys, games, books for all ages, much like the doctor’s office. Adam was drawn to some things that went with a slightly older age group than he and Dr. Morgan had been discussing. The doctor took note of this and thought that perhaps the boy’s strong childhood memories extended beyond the times with Ricky. Perhaps there was no specific time bringing back more vivid memories than others. This could be interesting as it was somewhat unusual. Still, Dr. Morgan knew that the times with Ricky were very significant.

After giving Adam some time to look over things Dr. Morgan said “now, son, it’s time to get undressed.” This was an important moment, the boy being tested.

“But. . .” Adam started to say.

“None of that! What have I told you, young man?”

“That, um, that boys. . . boys shouldn’t be modest, sir.”

“Very good, that’s right. So what does that mean for now?”

“That I. . .” he seemed to tear up a bit. “I have to be. . . to be naked.”

“That’s correct, son.” The repeated instruction to undress was unsaid but hung in the air. Slowly Adam removed his clothes. The look from Dr. Morgan told him to fold things neatly. He placed them on a table. “Very good, son.” Adam wasn’t sure he liked being called “son” by a man not his father. “That’s not so bad, is it?”

“Um, no, sir, I guess not.”

Dr. Morgan smiled. “You guess not?”

“Um, no, sir, it’s not so bad.” Both knew that he didn’t mean it. Dr. Morgan let it slide for now.

“Sit there on the couch and we can talk.” Adam did. He couldn’t tell what was both the most comfortable and the least embarrassing position in his nakedness. It seemed no matter what position he tried, he was on display, particularly his genitals. As intended.

The interview technique that Dr. Morgan was using was one that he found quite effective. In his skillful way he would steer the conversation to certain topics and watch for what caused the boy to become erect, fully or partially, or not at all. He learned a lot this way. Discussing masturbation always made for an erection, which was good, but other topics yielded varying responses. Dr. Morgan wanted to delve further into Adam’s friendship with Ricky, and before bedtime to learn about the boy’s masturbation habits. That was always useful information. His history of spankings would be discussed, too.

Dr. Morgan was quite skilled at getting a boy to reveal a great deal without realizing just how open he was being. Adam proved to be no exception. For Adam life really had gone down after Ricky moved away, Adam unable to develop new satisfying friendships. This had left him lacking in confidence. The onset of puberty created confusion at his body’s changes. He was neither early nor late in reaching puberty but he was feeling inadequate compared to the other boys. The result was the bad behavior which so worried his parents.

Combined with this was a reluctance to masturbate. At Adam’s age this usually was at least a twice-a-day event but Adam often went three or four days between sessions. “I don’t know if I produce too much or too little, or even what I’m supposed to produce at all,” he admitted after some time. Dr. Morgan had made him comfortable enough to tell him about this. This information contradicted what his mother had said. Interesting.

“While you’re here you are to masturbate at bedtime and first thing in the morning. You are hard when you wake up?”

With a red face, Adam said “yes.”

“Very good. That’s how it should be. Tonight I will give you a collection dish so you can expel into it and I’ll see how much you produce. I’m sure it will be exactly what is expected from a boy your age.” Adam blushed more deeply, nodding agreement.

“Now, tell me about what interests you here.”

“May I get up?”

“Of course.” Adam moved around the room, still hard at first. Dr. Morgan saw nothing for the boy to embarrassed about in that regard. He was just right for his age. At the bookcase Adam looked at a title and said “I remember reading this a couple of years ago.” His concentration on the books was returning his penis to his usual soft size. At the games he picked up one and said “Ricky and I played this a lot. We were both pretty good at it.” He was smiling when he said that.

“What else did you and Ricky do?”

“He had some cool cars.”

“Like those?” Dr. Morgan pointed to some toys.

“Yeah, sorta.” Adam showed great interest in the ones the doctor had indicated.

“Do you want to play with them for a while?”

“Well, I. . .” This was becoming embarrassing. Yes, he did have a strong urge to relive those times with Ricky but he was too old for that now. He picked up one. A warm memory came back. Dr. Morgan could see the boy’s pleasure.

“You’re free to play with any of these things while you’re here. Nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about.”

“Maybe later.” Adam put down the car.

Dr. Morgan checked his watch. “Time for little boys to get to bed, son, anyhow. Go up to your room. Make sure you brush your teeth. I’ll be up in a moment and get your PJs for you.” Adam had packed his own pajamas and felt no need for others but also felt compelled to obey. Lately he’d been waking up many days with his pajama bottoms on the floor next to the bed. He wasn’t aware that he was taking them off. It did feel good not wearing them, though. Fortunate Mom had made no comment, if she’d even noticed. She had, of course.

Adam did brush his teeth and took care of other needs. He also took some time to explore the bathroom a bit more. He’d never seen anything like it. When he emerged Dr. Morgan was waiting for him. A pair of red Dr. Dentons was waiting on the bed. Adam’s face dropped.

“Did your Mom have these for you when you were little?” the doctor asked.

“No, sir, just regular pajamas. I packed mine.”

“You’ll wear these when you’re here, son,” Dr. Morgan said firmly. Adam already was naked so only had to climb into the Dr. Dentons. He was aware of the flap over his bottom. His immediate reaction was that he hoped it didn’t mean he’d get spanked. Odd. Dr. Morgan said nothing.

His Dr. Dentons on, Adam waited while Dr. Morgan turned down the sheets for him. “In you go!” the doctor said, smiling. Adam got in. Dr. Morgan pulled up the covers. It felt good to have someone doing that for him again. “I’ll leave this,” Dr. Morgan said, placing a petri dish on the side table. “Use it tonight or tomorrow. Here’s a towel, too.” Adam blushed again. He never talked about masturbation with anyone, even other boys his age. Dr. Morgan said good night, turned out the light as he left, and shut the door. He had left the bedside light on. There were a couple of books on the side table. Adam didn’t find any of them appealing. He turned out the light and laid back, going over in his mind all that had happened since he arrived at this house. He wasn’t going to admit that he liked it. As he fell asleep his plan was to be rebellious in the morning.

In the morning, however, Adam’s morning wood was urgently demanding his attention. He used the toilet, shed his Dr. Dentons, got back onto the bed and began stroking. Despite last night’s plan to be rebellious he did make sure to fill the petri dish. Was that a good load, he wondered. Then it struck him that he’d not had any hesitation or concern about masturbating. Most days he ignored his morning erections. Or tried to. Things were changing, whether he knew it or not.

Masturbation done, Adam lay back in bed. He wasn’t sure what he was expected to do at this point. The smell of coffee roused him. Should he put on the Dr. Dentons? Get dressed? Stay naked and “not modest?” His debate was ended by a gentle tap on the door. “Yes?” he called out.

The door opened and Dr. Morgan looked in. “Good morning! Did you sleep well? Ready for some breakfast?”

Adam felt hesitant. Seeing the doctor was making being here feel weird again. “Ah, yeah, I slept well.” He was glad he’d pulled up the sheet after he’d finished.

“Glad to hear it.” Dr. Morgan had taken in the Dr. Dentons on the floor and the dish full of semen. He picked it up. “This is just what a boy your age should be producing,” he said, giving Adam an approving look. Adam did feel good about that. “You won’t need to give me proof the next time but be sure to relieve yourself again today. Breakfast is almost ready,” he added as he picked up the pajamas. “Put this on and come down to eat.”

“Yes, sir.” With that the doctor left Adam to himself. Adam took a quick shower, pulled on the pajamas and went downstairs looking boyish in the pajamas and with his hair still wet from the shower.

“How’s my little boy?” Dr. Morgan asked when Adam appeared in the kitchen. He hadn’t expected to start the day right off as a little boy but if he was wearing these childish pajamas then he guessed he already was in the role.

“Fine, I guess.”

“You guess?” replied the doctor with a smile. “You look good to me. Now, help me set the table.”

As they went about getting things ready for breakfast Adam suddenly had a strong memory of an overnight at Ricky’s. Ricky’s parents had been annoyed at the boys for staying up and talking until late. Probably no later than eleven, but that was late for boys that age. He remembered wondering if they’d get spanked, the memory causing him to blush slightly. Both sets of parents believed in spankings when necessary and both boys had been spanked by the other’s parents. It all seemed normal to them at the time. Dr. Morgan noticed.

Quietly the doctor asked “where are you in your mind?” Now Adam blushed more deeply.

“I. . . uh. . .”

“Take your time. With your friend Ricky?”

“Um. . . yes. I, ah, one time, well lots of times we did sleepovers. At his house we’d help like this at breakfast time.”

This was good. They must have been eight or nine. The doctor could focus on this age. “Was there one time that was special that you remember now?” Another blush.

“Yeah. We were noisy after bedtime. We went kinda late, I guess. His parents were annoyed with us.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing. I mean, they scolded us but that. . .”

A pause and the doctor asked “but. . .?”

“They didn’t spank us!” Adam blurted out. He turned his head away, feeling more shame than embarrassment.

“Do you think you should have been spanked?”

“No but sometimes his parents spanked me and my parents spanked him. Not very often.”

“Did you get spanked often by your own parents? Did Ricky?”

“No, only if we’d been really bad.”

“How old were you when this happened?”

“Eight, I think.”

“Would you like to be eight today?” Adam looked at Dr. Morgan with a look blending bewilderment at such an idea yet also curiosity, slight excitement, and a bit of relief. This could let him be less inhibited but would he do it? “Well, no need to rush things. Let’s eat.”

Without being aware that he did it, Adam did go back to the eight-year-old. The eggs that Dr. Morgan had prepared were not his favorite way and he became pouty about it.

“A problem?” the doctor asked.

“These eggs are yucky,” Adam replied.

“Oh? And what would you prefer?”

“Mom always makes mine over easy.” Adam’s voice was petulant.

“You didn’t tell me what you liked.”

“You should know!” Adam shot back. Then an uncomfortable silence.

“This attitude won’t get you the eggs you want but could get you a spanking.” Dr. Morgan let that hang in the air. Adam knew he was pushing things. The threat of a spanking was reassuring, though, the curb on his behavior felt good. Good to give the man the authority that rightfully was his. Breakfast finished quietly. “Help me clean up,” Dr. Morgan said when they were done eating. Adam did but his attitude showed that this was under duress.

The kitchen now in order, Dr. Morgan said “go downstairs and find something to do for a while. I’ll be along later.” Still silent, Adam went downstairs. When Dr. Morgan came down, over an hour later, Adam was lying on the floor on his stomach reading a mystery aimed at second and third grade readers. He’d been delighted to find it as it had been a favorite for a while when he was that age and which he read a number of times.

“Find something you like?” Dr. Morgan asked.

“Yeah! I always thought this one was cool.” He showed Dr. Morgan the book. This opened the door for more delving into Adam’s past. Did Adam and Ricky read the same books? Over the next hour they covered a lot of ground.

Dr. Morgan wrapped up the conversation by saying “you’re eight years old today, all day. OK?”

Adam wasn’t at all sure that it was OK but something made him want to comply. Dr. Morgan gave him a moment to think it over. “OK,” he finally said, though with a slight hesitation.

“Good. Find things to do here, remember how it was with your friend. I have some other things to do and will call you for lunch.” With that the doctor went back upstairs. Adam thought about it for a while, unsure what he was expected to do. Then he investigated things again. After some more thought he decided to build with Legos. Playing with toy cars felt too babyish even though he really wanted to. He and Ricky often had the most fun creating adventures with their toy cars.

Before Adam knew it Dr. Morgan was calling down “wash your hands and face for lunch!” Adam, now eager, scampered upstairs, used the bathroom there, and went to the kitchen. “Have fun this morning?”

“Yes, sir! I built with Legos.”

“That’s always good.” Conversation went other directions. Again Adam was made to help after the meal was done. Then a bombshell. At least it was to him. “You need a nap after lunch, so up you go.”

“What?” the boy almost shouted.

“A nap. I was quite clear in what I said.”

“But I hate naps,” Adam said, sounding very much like a little boy. The regression was working.

“Hate it or not, you’re taking a nap!” Dr. Morgan grabbed Adam by the wrist and led him upstairs. Adam was surprised by how strong the doctor was. He tried resisting but couldn’t. Or couldn’t let himself fully resist. Once in the bedroom things happened fast. Before Adam knew what was happening he found himself over the doctor’s lap. The back flap of his Dr. Dentons was undone and a quick series of stinging swats landed on his now-bare bottom.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!” Adam cried out with each swat. He was so startled that it was some time before he started trying to resist. Dr. Morgan held him tighter and continued the spanking.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! I’ll be good! Please!” Dr. Morgan knew he’d gotten through to the boy. No need for tears. He stopped spanking and redid the back flap. He helped Adam to his feet.

“Now, are you going to be a good boy and take your nap?”

“Yes, sir.” Adam’s repentance was clear. Dr. Morgan pulled back the sheets. Adam climbed in. A couple of hours later he woke up, surprised that in fact he had napped. His bottom still stung. All of this really was happening.

The day wasn’t over.