Dr. Morgan 3 & 4

By brhmsj

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Copyright 2023 by brhmsj, all rights reserved

Dr. Morgan 3



Feeling a bit groggy from the nap Adam made his way downstairs. Had had no idea where Dr. Morgan might be. He wandered toward the door to the back yard. Dr. Morgan was seated at a table on the patio. He was reading a journal, making notations as he read. “Ah, Adam,” he said when Adam opened the door. “Have a good nap?”

“I think so.” Dr. Morgan smiled at him. Adam sat in one of the chairs, still waking up.

“I know what you need,” said the doctor. “It’s a warm day and I know boys like to run about in a water sprinkler. That will wake you up!” The eight-year-old Adam did like the idea. The fourteen-year-old wasn’t quite so sure. That older Adam expected it would mean he’d be naked again. Reminding himself that “boys shouldn’t be modest” didn’t help. He watched as Dr. Morgan walked over to the spigot and turned on the water. As the sprinkler got going it did look inviting.

“Let’s get you out of that,” Dr. Morgan said when returned to the patio. Adam stood and let Dr. Morgan undo the Dr. Dentons and help him step out of the suit. He felt less embarrassed about his nudity than he had previously but still was a bit self-conscious. “You look fine,” Dr. Morgan said, quite aware of Adam’s discomfort. “Go play.” Adam took a deep breath to help relieve his inhibitions and ran out to the sprinkler. It felt good! Not too cold. Soon he was running back and forth through the water. At one point he got hard as teen boys naturally do. He looked over at Dr. Morgan who seemed unaware of what was happening. He wondered if maybe he should masturbate, as the doctor had encouraged him to do so during this stay. However, doing it in front of the doctor would be too embarrassing.

On the patio Dr. Morgan had been watching the boy. He was quite aware of the erection. He would say nothing but rather let Adam decide for himself what to do about it. Anything he chose was fine. It would be good for him to relieve himself in the water, standing up, and Dr. Morgan was curious as to the boy’s technique. Given his reluctance to take care of those needs, the doctor doubted that Adam was all that skilled. Likely worked quickly and with minimal satisfaction. This could be addressed when appropriate.

When Adam was quite well soaked Dr. Morgan turned off the sprinkler then rolled a soccer ball towards the boy. “Kinda hard to kick it around barefoot,” Adam called but nonetheless started playing around with the ball. He knew his stuff. He’d never mention any interest in soccer. His erection had gone down but Dr. Morgan enjoyed watching him flop around as he played with the ball.

After about twenty minutes of play Adam ran up to the patio with the ball. He was a bit out of breath and sweaty. “I need the sprinkler again!” he said. He now was quite unaware of, or at least unconcerned about, his nudity.

“No, son, you need a good shower,” the doctor said with a smile. “You’re a dirty boy.”

“I guess so,” Adam said, a bit disappointed that his fun with the sprinkler needed to end.

“Up you go,” Dr. Morgan said, giving Adam a quick swat to his bottom. It was playful and Adam responded with a playful “ow!”

“Get cleaned up. I’ll put clothes out for you then we can see about dinner.” Adam gave no thought as to what those clothes might be, he just scampered upstairs. Once he was under the shower he was glad that he was showering rather than playing in the sprinkler again. When he was done it felt good to be so clean. He left his hair wet again. He had noticed that Dr. Morgan liked that look.

When he emerged from the bathroom the clothes were laid out on the bed. He wasn’t all that happy about what he saw. The clothes looked like what he’d wear to church. A crisp shirt, slacks rather than jeans. What didn’t fit the look was the spiderman underpants. He smiled at the sight of them, though. Something childish and fun. Dark socks with shoes were next to the bed. What was surprising was how well everything fit. How did the doctor know?

“Now isn’t this a handsome youngster!” the doctor said when Adam came downstairs, a sheepish look on his face.

“Thanks, I guess. . .”

“But you do look handsome in nice clothes. Dinner is in the oven. Let’s set the table in the dining room, then we can sit in the den until the food is ready.” Adam wasn’t excited about the idea of sitting around waiting for dinner. He’d rather go to his room and read or go downstairs. Getting the table ready for two was short work, then Dr. Morgan ushered Adam into the den. Dr. Morgan picked up a journal he’d been reading, Adam took a magazine from the coffee table.

Dr. Morgan was waiting to see if Adam would offer any comments about his experience so far this weekend. He was about to speak when Adam quietly asked “is it important for boys to be naked all the time?”

The doctor gave him a reassuring smile. “Not all the time, of course. We could hardly have that! What is important is that boys know that there is no reason to be modest. Your parents can require you to be naked at home, for instance. Other family members will see you naked and, depending on what your parents decide, any guests that come to the house. Some families have the rule that all boys be naked all the time, seen by both family and visitors. It varies.” Adam sat quietly, giving it all some thought.

“In some other circumstances, such as here, adults other than your parents can enforce a no clothes rule. You will be spending more time naked as you continue your visits here.” Adam looked surprised. It hadn’t occurred to him that visiting here would be an ongoing thing. “There may be other families that require boys to be naked when they visit. I might have some guests while you’re naked here, or I might even have some other boys here who would have to be naked, either in obedience to me or to their parents. Is there anything else?”

“No. . . I guess not. . .” A few more minutes passed in silence, then the timer went off, announcing that dinner was about ready.

“Dinner soon. Come help me.” They went into the kitchen to do the last things for dinner, food was taken to the dining room and soon they were settled, enjoying the meal.

“Your food is very good,” Adam said at one point.

“Will that make you come back?” Dr. Morgan asked with a smile.

“Um, yeah, I guess.”

“We need to work on more decisive answers, son. Either you know or you don’t.”

“Yes, sir.” The subject was dropped.

After dessert Adam helped put things away. When everything was tidy Dr. Morgan said “you can go downstairs now and play naked.” Adam looked surprised. “Yes, son, that’s what you will do until bedtime. Now get going!” A quick swat to Adam’s bottom and the boy was on his way downstairs. He got undressed rather quickly, he seemed eager to be out of clothes again. Or he was accepting that he had no choice. Whichever, he definitely was eager to get out of this particular outfit. He folded everything neatly. Now naked he looked about, deciding what to do with his time.

He found a car, the same model as one he and Ricky played with. It gave him a warm feeling to see it. He took it and sat on the floor but he wasn’t playing. He idly was pushing it back and forth, his thoughts on the things that Dr. Morgan had said about boys and modesty. Would his parents be wanting him naked at home? Mom hadn’t seen him naked since he was ten, or even younger. He would prefer to keep it that way! He’d been exposed to Dad for one of his rare spankings and that was humiliating. What about his cousins? Would they see him nude? There were two girls, both younger than he was, and their brother, Eddie, who was a couple of years older than Adam. He always seemed to be a man of the world to Adam. What would Eddie think of naked Adam? Or would Eddie have to be naked, too? What would Eddie say to that?

Would there really be other naked boys here? Who? There were some guys at school he’d like to know better but they all had their friends and Adam didn’t know how to approach them. The frustration of this was part of his bad attitude. It might be fun to be naked with some of them, maybe that would be a way to get to know them. Do other families have the “boys should not be modest” rule? With some amusement he imagined a few of his classmates naked fulltime at home.

In the den Dr. Morgan was thinking about Adam’s visit so far. The boy’s behavior had been about what he expected though in some aspects Adam was progressing a bit quicker than he expected, compared to other boys. But it was only the beginning. By Tuesday or Wednesday at home some of the bad behavior would return. From his past experience he saw this as inevitable. Just part of the process. When the Prestons brought Adam next weekend he’d have a talk with them about spanking. It was important for them to know why and when to spank, how to give the spanking, what type of spanking, and the goal of the spanking. A lot for adults who were inexperienced to learn.

He had told them about “boys should not be modest” and after some thinking the Prestons were willing to be open to considering it. Dr. Morgan directed them to a couple of websites with information. One had a confidential email system that connected parents. Names were not revealed unless mutual permission was given. It turned out that there were families in town who went by the philosophy, though no indication of who they were. The Prestons put off sharing identities but learned a lot in their online chats. They decided that the next step would be to reveal themselves selectively, but to whom and when needed some thought first. There was time for this.

Back to Adam. The thought of certain classmates, and some other guys at school, being here naked with him had him hard again. He’d never associated naked boys with erections but here it was. Yet another thing to contribute to adolescent confusion. Instinctively his hand left the car and surrounded his erection. He slowly worked himself, his focus not yet fully on his masturbation. As the sensations began to take over he remembered he’d seen some towels down here. He knew that this was a sign of permission to shoot down here. As he had that morning, he let himself go with it, adjusting himself so that he’d shoot on his torso, not the floor. When the orgasm arrived he let out an involuntary shout which was heard upstairs. Dr. Morgan was pleased to hear it. He’d give Adam time to recover, then it would be time to put a little boy to bed.

About twenty minutes later Dr. Morgan descended. Adam was on the floor, leaning against the couch. He held the car, idly spinning its wheels, still lost in thought. By the looks of things he had put the soiled towel in the bathroom.

“Time for little boys to be in bed,” Dr. Morgan said.

“I guess so.” Adam put the toy away. Dr. Morgan gathered up the clothes as Adam started upstairs. As they reached the second flight Adam asked “do I have to wear those pajamas?”

“That’s a silly question. You know that’s what little boys wear.” Adam sighed. “When you’re a big boy you can wear something else.”

“Yes, sir,” Adam said, his resignation clear. He didn’t take long to get ready for bed. He was tucked in again. This was perhaps the best part of the weekend so far. He’d always loved being tucked in at night and now he was living it again. Even after having had a nap he fell asleep surprisingly quickly.

In the morning he was hard again but this time he felt good about it. He pulled off the pajamas and started stroking. Today he tried to be more conscious of what he was doing but his inexperience made him short fused. It felt good, though. That done he got into the shower to clean off the mess and get ready for the day. Dr. Morgan heard the shower running and was waiting in the bedroom for Adam.

“Oh!” Adam said when he came out of the bathroom, surprised to see Dr. Morgan sitting on the bed.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” the doctor said in a friendly voice.

“It’s ok. I’m ah. . . I’m glad to see you.” That felt like a difficult admission.

“And I’m glad to see you. Coffee is on and when you come down we’ll figure out breakfast. You’ll be glad to know that there are no yucky eggs today.” They both smiled at that. From what Adam could see, his breakfast outfit was either the Dr. Dentons or naked, so he put the pajamas back on as Dr. Morgan watched. Again something which felt both weird and comfortable at the same time. They went down to the kitchen together.

“Your parents will be here at five o’clock,” Dr. Morgan told him as they ate. “That will give you just enough time for a nap. And there won’t be any argument about that, will there?” Adam nodded his acquiescence. “It’s good to send a boy home well rested. And well spanked.” The latter said with a smile, though Adam didn’t think it was anything to smile about.

Again the assumption of future visits. For now Adam thought this weekend was plenty.

After breakfast and cleanup Dr. Morgan helped Adam out of the pajamas in the kitchen. This time he was greeted by the boy’s full erection. Dr. Morgan made no comment. “Out in the yard with you. I’ve put out some things to play with.” Another quick swat to the bottom and Adam was off. A variety of toys waited for him. Just checking them out kept him busy and time went by quickly.

At twelve-thirty Morgan called “let’s get you cleaned up!” He turned on the sprinkler. Adam used it to wash off what dirt was on him. This was fun! That done, a towel and his Dr. Dentons were waiting for him on the patio. As he toweled himself dry Dr. Morgan said, “time for a spanking and lunch.” Adam’s face dropped. Why a spanking when he was having so much fun and being a good boy?

“Now, now, you knew you’d get a spanking this weekend. This is that spanking. Your spanking yesterday was for bad behavior. No matter how many other spankings you might get, you get this one regardless.” Adam stomped his foot in annoyance but said nothing. Dr. Morgan smiled and said “apparently you want a longer spanking.” With that, he guided Adam over his lap.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Adam gasped with shock at the pain he felt right away. He wasn’t used to being spanked. The next volley had him yelling, just like yesterday. A few more and he started to fight it, trying to squirm his way off the lap. Dr. Morgan stopped. “You stay still, boy, or it will only get worse.”

“Yes, sir,” in a satisfyingly (for the doctor) repentant voice.

The spanking continued. Dr. Morgan did not intend to break the boy or to set off tears. That was for another time. However he did want Adam to go home with a memorable sting in his bottom. That could ensure a few days of good behavior around his parents. Or it could cause resentment. Dr. Morgan knew the various effects such a spanking had on young teens. When Adam had some good kicking going, the spanking stopped. He let Adam lie there for a few minutes. The boy was grateful not to have to stand and face his spanker right away.

Nothing was said when Adam did stand. He was handed his Dr. Dentons which he slowly put on. No other little boy clothes today, which was fine with Adam. As soon as lunch was done Adam was told to go upstairs, take his nap, and when he woke up to get his things together, get dressed, and be ready for his parents’ arrival.

At five o’clock Adam was dressed and waiting in the den with his bags. Right on time the doorbell rang. Dr. Morgan brought the Prestons into the den. Adam stood to greet his parents, gave his mother a hug. “Let me chat with your parents for a few minutes,” Dr. Morgan said. “You can wait downstairs.”

“Yes, sir.” His parents were pleased at that response.

When Dr. Morgan knew that Adam was downstairs he talked with the Prestons for a while, telling them about the weekend. He didn’t go into full details. Aspects of this were just between him and Adam. He did discuss the spankings and why they’d been given. The Prestons had known that Adam would be spanked at least once, as part of the program of therapy.

“I expect you’ll see some better behavior for the next few days. Don’t be surprised, though, if he reverts later in the week. That’s normal, even if frustrating.” He gave the parents a reassuring smile. “Do your best to be firm with him.”

“And if he fights us?” Mrs. Preston asked.

“As I say, try to be firm. It may not work, or seem not to, but he will be coming back here on Friday so you do have the assurance that I’ll be addressing his issues.” The Prestons nodded their understanding. “Next week I will discuss spankings with you.” As usually happened, the Prestons looked uncomfortable at the mention of spankings. “Boys need spankings, especially when their behavior needs modification, like Adam does. Odd as it seems, some boys really do want to be spanked and take comfort in it, a sense of security. I’m still learning Adam’s needs.”

“Should we spank him this week?”

“No, but if you feel it necessary, remind him that he’ll be spanked here and that there will be additional spankings if he earns them.” The Prestons nodded.

“What about his being naked at home?” Mr. Preston asked. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about that. His wife was a bit more open to it.

“No, no, not right away. You may not need to institute it at all, though using it is always for the best, regardless. However, you do need to emphasize that he is not to be modest. That means not covering himself after showering, for instance. Boys his age often experiment with sleeping naked, many decide they prefer it. If he does begin to sleep naked, encourage him to continue that and for him to eat breakfast naked with you. Or make it a rule. That can be a good way to go. I know this is a lot to think about.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Adam’s father said. With that Dr. Morgan called Adam back upstairs.

“See you next week,” the doctor said as the family was leaving.

“I guess,” Adam replied quietly.

“What did I say about decisive answers?” the doctor replied.

“Um, yes, see you next week.” Dr. Morgan smiled. This would need work but it was work worth doing. He shut the door and went about his business. He’d see Adam for his weekly session and they’d discuss the weekend, and some of what the future would be for the boy’s therapy. He’d assure the boy that more spankings were in his future, spankings that were much needed.

Tuesday Dr. Morgan decided he would focus on Adam’s concerns about his physical development. That would include getting the boy to give him some frank information about masturbation. He hoped that Adam had been doing it more often now that he’d been given the encouragement.

Tuesday Adam arrived seeming to be a bit uncomfortable about things. The first thing for the doctor to do was to find out if this was about today’s appointment, things at school, both, or something else. It was a combination of the first two.

“What happened at school?” Dr. Morgan asked once he had a sense of the source of the problem. “Things in class? Problems with other kids?”

Adam was hesitant at first. Dr. Morgan gave him time. “Well, it’s just. . . I tried to remember what you said about me, that I’m normal for how I look. . . y’know. . . down there.”

Dr. Morgan smiled reassuringly and said “your genitals and your physical development. You are quite fine.”

“I guess but I looked at some of the other boys and some, well, y’know, some are bigger, some have more hair. . .” He trailed off. Dr. Morgan waited. “And, well, I think some noticed I was looking.” Adam blushed at that admission.

“Did anyone say anything?”

“No, but a couple of guys gave me funny looks. And a couple of the guys who are bigger seemed to be showing off, too. They kinda sneered at anyone smaller.”

“Was anyone checking out you?”

“I don’t know. . . I mean, some guys looked but it seems guys look at all the others.”

“Dr. Morgan smiled again. “That is definitely true. It’s very normal for men to compare themselves, which means they have to look. What it doesn’t mean, though, is that they are gay.” Adam blushed a bit again at hearing that. His interest in girls or boys had not been discussed so far. Dr. Morgan usually let that take its own course.

“Was this yesterday or today, or both days?” Dr. Morgan continued.

“Both and it seemed more guys looked at me today.”

“Did you like that?”

A pause. “I still feel like I’m too small and too far behind most guys.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, though I understand how you feel.”

“Well, I. . . I don’t know. I don’t know if they think I’m still a little kid or if they like what they see, or. . . I don’t know. . .”

“That’s fine. Do you like the idea of other guys seeing you naked?”

Now a deeper blush from the boy. “No!” he blurted out, then seemed to wish he hadn’t. “I tried to remember that you said boys shouldn’t be modest. I guess that’s really true in a locker room.” Dr. Morgan nodded “yes.” Adam continued. “Like I said, some guys seem to show off. Some guys do all they can to keep a towel around them.”

“What do you do?”

“I guess just try to keep my head down, not draw attention.”

“That’s quite common for boys your age. Even common for adult men. Modesty really is silly. We’re all the same, there’s nothing to hide.” Adam was quiet, obviously pondering this. He wondered if that meant he’d see the doctor naked sometime. He didn’t feel ready for that, or if he’d ever be. What he didn’t know is that the doctor never appeared naked in front of his clients. They discussed this a bit more. The doctor wrapped it up by saying “you can tell me how the rest of the week goes when I see you on Friday at my house.”

“Um. . . yes, sir.”

Dr. Morgan allowed a moment or two of silence, then asked “have you masturbated every day as I told you you should?”

Another blush. “Yes. . .” said slowly.

“And. . .?”

“I don’t know.” Clearly this was the boy’s theme for the day. “I don’t know if I do it right, and I still don’t think I produce enough.”

“First of all, there is no ‘right’ way of doing it. What feels good and is satisfying is what is right. What you produce is irrelevant, again if it feels good, it’s right. It’s that simple.” He smiled at the boy.

“I. . . I guess. . .”

“We can discuss this more over the weekend, too.” Adam shifted uncomfortably at the idea but said nothing. “Now, time for your clothes to come off.” Adam had been expecting this and stripped more willingly than he had previously but still showed some reluctance. Dr. Morgan gave him some toy cars and encouraged him to get down on the floor with them. Their conversation continued, now on other topics of importance to the boy.

When the hour was up Adam showed reluctance to get dressed. A good sign.

“I’ll see you Friday,” Dr. Morgan said when Adam was ready to leave. “I think we can do some good things when you visit.”

“Yes, sir,” Adam said and took his leave.

Whether Adam would think Dr. Morgan had “good things” for him when the weekend arrived was another matter. This visit the doctor certainly would put the boy through his paces, as it were. There was work to be done.



Dr. Morgan 4

The Next Weekend at Dr. Morgan’s House


Again, on Friday at about four o’clock the Prestons, with Adam, arrived at Dr. Morgan’s. As in the previous week, Dr. Morgan sent Adam directly to the guestroom to await his call. The play clothes were waiting for him but Adam did not put them on. He knew he’d be called down to say goodbye to his parents and didn’t want them to see him dressed that way. His first mistake of the weekend.

In the den Dr. Morgan began his discussion about spanking with the Prestons. Spanking had not been a regular part of their discipline of the boy but Dr. Morgan knew from Adam that he had been spanked until he was about eleven. He also knew that Adam’s parents and Ricky’s parents had spanked both boys on occasion.

“It may seem odd,” he told the Prestons, “but in a way teenage boys can need spankings more than pre-adolescents.” Their reactions were the usual – signs of not clearly understanding. He went on to explain the reasons. “It’s not just for being naughty as it was for a little boy. It reinforces authority and the proper power dynamic in the home. Yes, a boy is getting more mature and independent but he can’t be allowed to think he can do as he pleases.” The parents nodded. “I’ll see how he behaves this weekend. To be honest, from what I see he does need some spankings to help set boundaries but that is not unusual and it’s not child abuse. We will discuss this on Sunday and I’ll give you some suggestions as you might proceed with him.

“Now, how was his behavior this week?”

The Prestons looked a bit uncomfortable. Adam had been rebellious later in the week. He was nervous about the return visit to Dr. Morgan.

“He started being a bit belligerent after his appointment with you on Tuesday,” Mrs. Preston said. “Then he did put up a bit of a fight about coming here today.”

“Not surprising,” said Dr. Morgan. “And how did you handle it?”

“I got my paddle and asked if he’d like a good dose of it. I think he was surprised that I’d go that far. As you can see, we’re here.”

“Good. I’ll deal with that behavior this weekend. In future, though, it will be better if you take care of it.”

“Thank you” was all the parents could say, this all being so new to them.

“Now, time for goodbye.” He called up the stairs, “Adam, come say goodbye to your parents!” Adam, still in the clothes he arrived in, came downstairs. He said goodbye, gave his mother a hug, and his parents were out the door.

As soon as they were alone Dr. Morgan said to the boy “I laid out your clothes for you yet you’re still in these.” His voice was stern. Adam looked guilty.

“I. . . I didn’t think they should see me. . .”

“Or you didn’t want them to see you?” A humble nod of “yes.” “That is not for you decide, son. March yourself upstairs and wait for me in your room.” Adam slowly went upstairs. He was quite sure he knew what would happen in the bedroom when Dr. Morgan arrived. He was right.

In a few minutes Dr. Morgan arrived, a paddle in his hand. Adam gulped at seeing it. Dr. Morgan gestured with it towards the boy. “Out of those clothes. Now!” Adam began undressing. Dr. Morgan put the paddle on the bureau. “I’m not going to use the paddle this time but it will stay there as a reminder. Maybe not this weekend but sooner or later you will feel it on your bottom.” Adam started to tear up slightly. “None of that!” Dr. Morgan said sternly.

Now naked, Adam was taken by the wrist by Dr. Morgan over to the spanking chair. The boy, in his nervousness, was quite hard. Dr. Morgan guided him over the lap, expertly placed the boy’s erection between his legs. Adam in place, the spanking began, swift and hard.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK “Ow! Ow! Ow!” SMACK SMACK SMACK “Owwwww! Please!” SMACK SMACK SMACK Adam’s legs were kicking. He flailed a bit.

“Stay still, son, or it will only get worse.”

Near sobbing, Adam said “yes, sir.” SMACK SMACK SMACK The breakthrough that Dr. Morgan always hoped for with boys, especially when using regression, arrived. “Daddy! Please! Ow! Ow!” Most boys didn’t realize they had called the doctor “daddy.” Adam was no exception in that regard. The spanking stopped. Dr. Morgan rested his hand on the boy’s very red and quite sore bottom. Adam was slightly sobbing but not crying. Dr. Morgan gave him time to recover.

When Adam’s breathing sounded normal Dr. Morgan said “you know why you were spanked, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” with a sniffle.

“And that is because.”

“I should have put on the clothes you had for me.”

“That’s right, son. It was not your decision to make, yet you did what you wanted.”

“But I didn’t want Mom and Dad to see me in those clothes!” Said with a hint of rebellion.

A quick swat landed. “Owwww!”

“What you wanted was not the issue here. The clothes were there for you and I expected you to change into them immediately. Your parents will have to adjust to seeing you that way sometimes until you’re ready to act like a fourteen-year-old.”

A sob. “Yes. . . yes, sir.”

Dr. Morgan let Adam stand. “You will stand in that corner until I call you,” he told the boy, indicating the room’s far corner. “Hands by your side, no touching your bottom. I don’t want to hear a peep out of you until I call you.”

“Yes, sir.” Now Adam was close to tears. He’d never been sent to the corner. This truly was humiliating. He obeyed. Dr. Morgan waited a minute or two to make sure Adam was obeying, then went downstairs. Adam had no idea how long he stood in the corner but it was only about forty-five minutes until he smelled dinner cooking. When Dr. Morgan released him he was surprised to see that it was not six o’clock yet. It felt like he’d been in the corner for hours.

“Put on your clothes and come downstairs. The next time you’re disobedient this way you will stay naked until bedtime. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir.” Adam was quite meek now. The taming had begun. As Dr. Morgan knew would be the case, the tight underpants and shorts hurt a still-aching bottom. Adam found it difficult to sit still through dinner.

After dinner Dr. Morgan led Adam into the den. Again he was reminded of his punishment. “Tell me again why you were spanked.”

“Because I didn’t put on the clothes.” Adam took a breath and said “but you didn’t say I was supposed to put them on right away!”

There was a long pause, very uncomfortable for the boy. “You are correct, I did not. However, by now you know that when those clothes are ready for you, you are to wear them.”

“Yes. . . sir. . .” Adam did know that but naturally he was horrified at how his parents would react when they saw him in the clothes. The message was getting through that that did not matter. He knew the behavior expected and that he should follow it. Adam looked ashamed, as he should.

“Your parents tell me that you were being rebellious before they brought you here.”

“I didn’t want to come and get spanked again!” Adam said. He meant it.

“You knew you had to come here and that you’d be spanked. Yet you acted up, earning yourself more spankings.” He paused, allowing Adam to speak.

“Yes. . . sir.”

“For now it’s time for you to get upstairs. Bad boys get early bedtimes. Get up there, get undressed, use the bathroom and wait for me.” Silently Adam went upstairs. Despite his best efforts, his eyes were drawn to the paddle as he entered the room. He felt his eyes tear up slightly. He undressed, putting the clothes neatly aside. He took a bit longer in the bathroom than usual, his bottom still stinging. When he returned to his room he was still alone. Should he find the Dr. Dentons and get them out? He was bent over the bureau’s bottom drawer retrieving the pajamas when the doctor came in. He was treated to a view of a well spanked, still red bottom. The color was fading, though.

“Good boy,” Dr. Morgan said when Adam stood up, pajamas in hand. “Let me help you with those.” Treating Adam like a very small boy, Dr. Morgan helped him into the pajamas. That done, he gave Adam a hug, which the boy needed. Adam held on tightly. Hug done, Dr. Morgan pulled back the sheets, Adam got into the bed and was tucked in.

“You go right to sleep,” the doctor said. He shut out all the lights and closed the door behind him. For the first time in many years Adam cried a bit into his pillow. It was light, not real tears, but enough to add to the day’s humiliation. Eventually he’d have a good cry into his pillow. Something all boys need.

In the morning Adam awoke with a morning erection straining against his childish pajamas. Before he did anything there was a tap on the door and Dr. Morgan came in. “Good morning, son.”

“Ah, yeah, good morning.” Adam was still waking up. Dr. Morgan pulled back the covers and undid the front of Adam’s Dr. Dentons. Adam shivered slightly when the doctor’s hand neared his erection but Dr. Morgan stopped at the boy’s navel. “Take a quick shower to wake up and breakfast will be ready.” With that, the doctor left.

Adam pulled off the pajamas and did get into the shower. Last weekend and now this his morning wood had more urgency to it than it did at home. Or rather here he allowed it to. He did something he had rarely done which was to soap up his hand and cock and use the soap for lube. His orgasm was quick and intense, perhaps more intense than he’d experienced before. He had to admit to himself that it felt good.

When he was done in the bathroom and back in the bedroom he saw no clothes or pajamas waiting for him on the bed. He gulped. Dr. Morgan must want him to come down for breakfast naked! He stood frozen to the spot for a moment. He was wise enough now to know that he had no choice. After last night he wasn’t going to fuss. At least not right now. Then he remembered the promise of another punishment spanking. He took a deep breath, reminding himself that “boys should not be modest,” and made his way downstairs.

When Adam went into the kitchen Dr. Morgan gave him a look of approval but said nothing. In a way Adam’s greatest fear had been that there might be a comment from the doctor. Dr. Morgan was treating Adam’s nakedness as nothing unusual and Adam did his best to do the same.

Nonetheless, Adam would be embarrassed soon. When they were settled at the table Dr. Morgan asked “did you masturbate in the shower?” Adam blushed deeply. Adjusting to such open discussion of this topic was very difficult for him, given his uncertainties about the whole process.

“Um. . . yes, sir, I did.”

“Good boy. I’m sure you enjoyed it.”

An answer appeared to be expected. “Yes, sir. It was. . . it was good.”

“Very good. That’s how it should be.” With that the conversation moved to general topics. As they were cleaning up the kitchen Dr. Morgan said “I have some things I want to do this morning. You go downstairs and play. Remember that you’re eight years old, in second grade. Feel free to go with however that makes you feel.”

Adam went downstairs wondering how he’d follow those instructions. There had been some times with Dr. Morgan where he did feel he was reliving what it was like in second grade. But so far he’d not given himself over completely to it. It felt like a test, too.

He sat in a chair for few minutes, deciding what he was going to do. Without his realizing it he was instinctively toying with his genitals. Even after his explosion in the shower, this felt good. He settled on cars.

There were some cars on a shelf and Dr. Morgan had shown him a box with some more. As Adam pulled out some of the cars he smiled in remembrance of one particularly enjoyable day with Ricky and what their invented drama around the cars was. Soon he was doing the setup, then redoing their adventure. It felt different to be by himself but he was enjoying it. He was making car noises and even some dialogue. The morning flew by. He’d forgotten how much time he and Ricky spent with these games.

Around twelve thirty Dr. Morgan came down. He was pleased to see Adam looking so happy. It took a moment for Adam to realize that the doctor had joined him.

“Oh, hi!” Adam said, his friendliest greeting in the time he’d known the doctor.

“Hello my boy. Having fun?”

“Yeah, it’s great.” Then Adam realized just what was going on. He’d been playing like a little boy and a grownup had seen it. He put down the car he was holding and turned away from the doctor.

After a moment Dr. Morgan asked “what’s the matter, son?” Adam said nothing but his shoulders shook slightly as if he were crying. Dr. Morgan went to him and wrapped him in a hug from behind. Adam first tried to shrug it off, then relaxed. Unexpected to both of them, he turned around and grabbed Dr. Morgan in a hug. And did start crying. Dr. Morgan let him.

When Adam began to calm down a bit, Dr. Morgan picked him up. He took Adam over to couch and sat down, the boy in his lap. Adam still had his arms around the doctor’s neck.

“Would you like to talk about it?” Dr. Morgan asked softly.

“I. . . I don’t know. . .” Dr. Morgan accepted that. There was plenty of time to get the boy to open up. Dr. Morgan gently rubbed Adam’s back, helping him relax. Naturally it brought on an erection. Adam seemed unaware of it. That was fine, it was good it was happening.

After a few minutes Dr. Morgan said “would you like some lunch?”

“Yes, please.”

“Then up you go!” Dr. Morgan said as he helped Adam off his lap. He gave the boy’s cute bottom a pat and sent him up the stairs, following right behind. This was a changed Adam, a pleasure to watch when he was now so relaxed. Having him naked only made it better. Likely there still was work to do on his modesty but things were headed in the right direction. Dr. Morgan almost felt a bit of regret that he’d be spanking the boy again later today and again before he went home. However, it had to be done. Someday Adam would thank him for it.

This week Adam made no fuss about naptime. In fact, he was looking forward to it. He felt tired after the morning. He took himself upstairs. No pajamas were waiting for him so he got into bed naked. The sheets felt good! He snuggled in and quickly fell asleep.

What woke him up was a new sensation. He was aware of the air on his naked body. Dr. Morgan had pulled back the sheets. Adam was on full display, including the erection that went with waking up. It took him a moment to realize what was happening. His first reaction was to reach for the covers to pull them back over him but changed his mind before his hands reached the sheets. Even so, he blushed that Dr. Morgan was seeing him naked and hard.

“Have a nice nap?” Dr. Morgan asked.

“Yes. I didn’t know I was so tired.”

Dr. Morgan smiled. “That’s why little boys need naps.” Adam was not to be allowed to be fourteen yet. Adam bristled slightly at being called a little boy but said nothing. “I’ll give you some time to wake up, then come downstairs and we can talk.” Dr. Morgan gave Adam’s hair a quick stroke and was out of the room.

The first order of business was that Adam needed to pee. It was feeling good to be naked in his room, walking around with an erection. This was new. What did Dr. Morgan mean by giving him some time to wake up? When he came back to the room he saw a towel on the bureau, right next to the paddle. Was this telling him he should masturbate again? Well, his hardon wasn’t going down. He got back on the bed and started stroking. Still a quick job due to his inexperience but he enjoyed the orgasm and making a big mess all over his stomach. A quick cleanup and he went downstairs. Dr. Morgan was in the den, sitting on the couch. He indicated that Adam should join him.

“Tell me about this morning,” Dr. Morgan said when Adam was settled. “Did you have a good time? Did you think about things you did with Ricky?”

“Um, yeah, I mean. . . I did have a good time. I mean, it was different. Except for a couple of times with Ricky I’ve never played naked.”

“Did you like playing naked?”

“Yeah, I think I did.”

Dr. Morgan smiled. “Either you did or you didn’t,” he said gently. Adam got the message and returned the smile. “We’re going to work on getting decisive answers from you. Some spankings can help in that regard.” Now Adam’s face fell. He knew that Dr. Morgan was right, though.

“Yes, I did. We were really little kids, so I don’t remember a lot about it except it felt good.”

“That’s good. Did you ever play naked when you were older? Just for fun?” The doctor asked it with a smile.

Adam blushed slightly but did admit that they had spent a whole afternoon playing naked when they were home alone.

“Tell me about what you remembered with Ricky.”

“Just playing with the cars and making up stories and stuff.” There was a pause. “I still miss him,” Adam said slowly.

“I know you do. One thing we’re working on is helping you be more confident in finding new friends. Ricky was very special but there are other special friends in the world, even if you don’t think so now.”

“I gue. . . Well, there must be.” They both smiled at Adam’s interrupted comment.

“Now, there is something else we need to discuss. Did you masturbate this week?”

This made Adam blush, as Dr. Morgan expected. “Yes, I did,” came out, somewhat embarrassed.

“Every day?”

“In the morning, yeah. It was just. . . it was. . . well, I needed to, it seemed.”

“That’s good, son! You do need to, especially in the morning. And you did it this morning here?”

“Yes, sir. And after my nap, too.”

A broad smile of approval. “Excellent. How many days did you do it twice.”

“Maybe three.”

“It should be every day but you’re still learning. I encourage you to keep at it. Right at bedtime is a good time. Helps you sleep.” Adam hadn’t thought of that. Dr. Morgan was delighted to see that the talk of masturbation had made Adam hard. Even better, the boy seemed unaware of it, so was unembarrassed.

“We do have one thing to take care of before dinner, don’t we?” Dr. Morgan said. Adam knew what it was. His face fell. “Let’s go upstairs.” He let Adam lead the way, the boy moving slowly. In the bedroom, Dr. Morgan sat in the chair. “Hand me the paddle, son.” Hearing that made Adam feel like crying. He obeyed. Dr. Morgan set the paddle on the floor then guided the boy over his lap. “You need a reminder of how to behave toward your parents.”

“Please, sir. . .”

Both knew that pleading was useless. The swats came down hard and fast. In a short time Adam was kicking and trying to escape the blows. “Stay still!” Dr. Morgan ordered. The spanking hurt too much for Adam to control his squirming.

“Daddy! Please! I’ll be good!” Adam managed to get out between gasps. The boy was being brought to a tearful ending to the spanking. When Dr. Morgan knew Adam was close he picked up the paddle. He took only a few swats with the paddle for Adam to start wailing, then sobbing. Dr. Morgan stopped. The sobbing became true crying. He let Adam lie over his lap, crying, feeling the pain in his bottom.

After a few minutes Dr. Morgan let the boy stand. “Lie down on the bed. You can think about why you needed that spanking until I call you to get dressed and come downstairs for dinner.” Adam obeyed. Alone, he did cry into the pillow. The spanking had made him the eight-year-old boy again. He didn’t care.

When called he dressed slowly. Dinner and the evening were quiet, both of them reading, Adam sitting gently on a sore bottom. Adam thought this evening should have a nice homey feeling but the sore bottom made him feel otherwise.. At nine-thirty Dr. Morgan announced “time for little boys to go to bed. Naughty boys should go to bed earlier.” Adam now knew better than to protest, plus he was eager to get out of his so-called dinner clothes. He also was aware that he’d been given a reprieve from the earlier bedtime. “I’ll be up in a few minutes,” the doctor said as Adam was leaving the room.

In the bedroom Adam was quick to shed the clothes and restore them to the dresser. Naked he went into the bathroom for the nighttime ritual. When he got done he was surprised that Dr. Morgan wasn’t there yet. Also surprised not to see the hated pajamas waiting for him on the bed. Did Dr. Morgan want him to sleep nude all night? Well, he’d been waking up partially nude at home sometimes. It felt good. He’d already napped nude today which he realized he had liked. He also noticed a towel on the bedside table, which made him recall the doctor’s comment about bedtime masturbation. Even with the sting in his bottom he felt a slight stiffening in his cock.

Not sure if he should get into bed or wait, Adam decided to wait, sitting on the side of the bed. Right after he sat down Dr. Morgan came in, all smiles, with “all ready for bed, son?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, let’s get you in.” Adam jumped off the bed to let Dr. Morgan pull back the sheets. He climbed into bed and very much enjoyed the sensation of the covers being pulled up over his naked body. This alone could make him sleep well, even without another orgasm. “I’ll see you in the morning,” Dr. Morgan said. “This has been a good day, even if you may not think so at the moment. You’ve made some good progress and I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, sir.” In a moment Adam was alone in the dark. As soon as the covers had come up he was hard again. He pushed the covers back and took himself in hand. Again it was fairly quick work, but it did feel good. Using the towel for cleanup was comfortable, too. He dropped the towel on the floor and fell asleep.

The pleasant feeling of the air on his body woke Adam. Dr. Morgan had pulled back the sheets and was standing over the bed. Adam had been sleeping on his back so his morning wood was fully in evidence. “Good morning, son. Run and take of things and come back to bed. You can shower in a little while.” Adam interpreted this as meaning he should only pee, which he did. As with all teens, his morning erection receded only enough to let him pee. When he returned to the bedroom he was fully hard again.

“Back into bed,” Dr. Morgan said. Adam felt confused by this instruction but obeyed. However, he wasn’t going to be spanked, it seemed. Dr. Morgan sat down next to him. Saying nothing, he put a hand on Adam’s thigh. The boy gasped slightly at the intimacy but it did feel good. The two looked at each other. Adam gave a sharp intake of breath when he guessed what was about to happen. At least, he thought he had guessed correctly. He had. Dr. Morgan took that reaction as assent and gently put his hand around Adam’s now very hard erection.

After stroking gently for a moment Dr. Morgan said “relax and try to remember what I do.” He didn’t edge the boy but took his time. Adam never had taken so long to reach orgasm. He was close to shaking when the release finally hit. He was so wrapped up in the moment that he gave no thought to the loud groan, the shout of “ow!” when the ejaculation happened. Nothing was said. Dr. Morgan put his hand back on Adam’s thigh and gave him a moment to settle.

When all was calm again, Dr. Morgan said “now be a good boy and take a shower, then come down for breakfast.”

“Yes, sir.” Adam jumped out of bed, not caring that his torso was covered in semen. The shower would wash it off. On returning he saw that again there was no clothing waiting for him. He was having trouble sorting out Dr. Morgan’s unspoken messages this weekend. Oh well, he was enjoying the nudity now. At least he was enjoying it in the safety of this house.

Dr. Morgan enjoyed it whenever Adam appeared after a shower with his hair still wet. He was more appealing when he was naked, too. At breakfast Dr. Morgan handed Adam a book. It was on teen boys and sexuality. “Read the whole thing but do take some time on the masturbation chapter. It has some information which will be helpful in finding ways to lengthen your pleasure. And it is pleasure, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“Thank you, sir.” Adam had no idea what else to say.

As they were cleaning up, Dr. Morgan said “it’s a nice day and you haven’t been outside at all, so out you go. There are some things to play with. If it gets too hot I’ll turn on the sprinkler.” This sounded like fun and when the cleanup was done Adam happily went out back. The memory of running through the sprinkler was an enticement. The sun felt good on his naked body. Another new sensation.

The toys that were around the patio did not interest Adam today. He had the book Dr. Morgan had given him, took a chair out into the yard, and sat down to read. The book was packed with information. He’d need to read it in stages over the week. He wondered if Dr. Morgan would give him a “quiz.” That thought made him laugh out loud. Dr. Morgan heard it but didn’t ask.

It seemed minutes before lunchtime arrived. Adam helped with the before and after as he’d been doing during both visits. For Adam, though, lunch ended on a downer. Before they cleared the table Dr. Morgan said “you’ll get a spanking before your nap.” Adam caught himself before he asked why.

No time was wasted getting upstairs or getting Adam over the doctor’s lap. “This is what is often called a maintenance spanking. It is not for any specific behavior but rather a reminder of what happens to boys who are naughty and misbehave. You’re not used to getting spanked so this may seem like a hard spanking but trust me, it is not.” With that the spanking began. This could hardly be called an assault on Adam’s bottom but it did sting. Especially after yesterday’s spanking. Dr. Morgan was pleased with the color when he was done.

Spanking over, Adam was tucked into bed. The spanking had made him feel tired. What he noticed was something odd. This time the sting felt comforting. “Someone cares about me,” Adam thought as he drifted to sleep. Yes, someone cared about him enough to spank him.

Two hours later Dr. Morgan woke him. “Your parents will be here soon, so get dressed and come downstairs.”

Dr. Morgan and the Prestons set up an appointment for the coming week in the doctor’s office to have a more lengthy discussion about spanking. So there was no further discussion other than to reassure the parents that their son had been a good boy. Adam squirmed a little at being called “a good boy” in front of his parents. Also he didn’t think “good boys” were spanked as often as he had been these three days. His bottom still stung a bit during the ride home. He did his best not to fidget and draw attention to his condition.

At home that week his parents did see a difference. Life was calmer. For Adam, he was relieving his morning wood every day and making sure to have a session at bedtime. One afternoon he added a third after school. He liked it.

The week would bring a surprise that Adam never could have thought of.