Dr. Morgan 7, 8 & 9

By brhmsj

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Dr. Morgan 7

An Uncomfortable Weekend


At their Tuesday meeting Dr. Morgan announced to Adam that he would spending the weekend at the doctor’s house.

“But, I. . .” Adam and Craig had talked about getting together again.

Sternly Dr. Morgan replied “but nothing, son. You know this is an important part of what we’re doing here. Unless your parents tell me otherwise, any other weekend plans are on hold. Is that understood?”

The initial response was a pouty face with no comment.

“I can spank you right now,” Dr. Morgan reminded Adam. The boy was naked already so no preliminaries would be necessary.

“Yes, sir, I’ll go to your house.” He wasn’t happy about it but knew he had to accept his fate.

“Are there things you want to talk about?” Adam had been hinting that he’d spent time with Craig but only vaguely. Dr. Morgan easily interpreted what was and was not said. He gave Adam time to decide.

“What if I made a new best friend? Is that unfair to Ricky?”

“No, not at all. You can have more than one best friend. Adam, there is something you’ve never told me in all this time. Do you and Ricky email or have other contact?”

Adam sighed. “We did, at first. A lot. Then things changed, I guess. We both had stuff we were doing, then he started making friends at his new place. So we just kinda drifted.”

“How did that make you feel?”

Adam’s eyes teared up a bit. “It hurt. A lot. I know he still likes me but it’s not the same. Nothing’s the same.”

“Does he know how much you miss him?”

“I guess so. I mean, we both said that we missed each other, a lot of times. Then it just. . . I don’t know. . .”

Dr. Morgan gave Adam a moment but the boy did not want to continue. “Are you making new friends?” he asked after a moment’s silence.

“I dunno. This guy Craig seems ok.”

“That’s good, then, isn’t it?”

“I guess.” Adam turned his attention back to the toy car he’d been holding.

Before the session ended Dr. Morgan did touch on the spankings Adam had received at home. Adam still was resentful but claimed to accept the situation. Dr. Morgan did not entirely believe that.

“You’ll get your maintenance when you’re with me, you know that.”

“Yes, sir,” said meekly.

Adam didn’t see much of Craig the rest of that week but it seemed fine with both boys. Friday afternoon Mrs. Preston delivered her son to Dr. Morgan. After greeting them, the doctor told Adam “upstairs with you while I visit with your mother.” Adam obeyed.

As he expected, play clothes were waiting for him on the bed. This was an instance of a memory truly being painful. He’d have to endure whatever mom said when she saw him in these clothes. He undressed and moved to the play clothes. What caught his eye was another pair of little boy underpants, these covered with Spider Man. Nothing he could do. He dressed and waited for the call.

“Adam, come down and say goodbye to your mother.”

“Coming.” He came downstairs, trying hard to hide his embarrassment.

“I see you’re all set for the weekend,” his mother said as she hugged him. That was a relief! He was afraid she’d make some specific comment about the clothes. He didn’t know that Dr. Morgan had explained how he used different types of clothing to help a boy reconnect with a certain part of his life. She expected it.

“Now, I have some things to do before dinner. You go downstairs and do whatever you want. Take a book. Undress when you get downstairs.”

“Yes, sir.” Adam didn’t think he wanted to play with toys so went upstairs to get a book he’d brought. Downstairs he undressed, neatly put the clothes aside, and settled on the couch to read. His penis took advantage of its freedom and quickly was hard. It felt good. Idly Adam began stroking. As result, when he did have to give his masturbation his full attention he had unintentionally given himself his longest session. When he reached orgasm it felt incredible. As he shot he let out a long groan. As he settled down he felt nervous that maybe the doctor had heard him.

Dr. Morgan heard enough to know what had happened. He approved but would say nothing unless Adam brought it up.

When Adam took a break from his book he was a bit surprised when he saw what time it was. Getting close to six. Usually Dr. Morgan called him to help with dinner and setting the table. He could hear the doctor moving around upstairs but there was no summons. Well, he figured he just should wait.

Right at six Dr. Morgan came to the top of the stairs and said “Adam, time for dinner.” Adam stood up, then froze in place. Dr. Morgan had not said to get dressed. Was this another test? Again, a painful memory of his previous visit. Thinking it over, Adam decided that if being nude was the wrong choice the punishment likely wouldn’t be as hard as the punishment for being dressed without permission. Inexplicable logic but he went with it.

A naked boy entered the dining room where Dr. Morgan was waiting for him. The doctor’s face gave away nothing regarding Adam’s state of undress. He must have made the right choice. Dinner proceeded as usual. Adam helped with the cleanup and they went to the den. Nothing was said about Adam retrieving the clothes downstairs or going to the guestroom to put on a robe or the hated Dr. Dentons.

Both were intent on their reading so not much was said before bedtime. The few comments from the doctor made it clear that, for tonight at least, Adam was eight years old. He did his best to fall in with that, not that there was much call for it, one way or another.

At nine-thirty Dr. Morgan announced “time for little boys to get to bed. Up you go.”

There was a brief pouty face but Adam said “yes, sir” and made his way upstairs. He was quite aware that no pajamas of any kind were there for him. Well, he liked sleeping naked so that was fine. He didn’t dawdle but for some reason did take longer than usual in the bathroom. When he emerged Dr. Morgan was sitting on the bed, waiting for him.

“All set, my boy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now, over you go.” Dr. Morgan indicated his lap. Silently Adam did as told. He had no idea what this was about. He was sure his “maintenance” would be later in the weekend. Once in place he received a short, soft, hand spanking. It felt good! That was weird. When Dr. Morgan let him stand there was a pleasant sting in his bottom. Dr. Morgan pulled back the sheets, Adam got into bed, and the doctor tucked him in.

“We’re off to a good start, son. See you in the morning.” Dr. Morgan turned out the lights and left the room.

Adam may have been in bed but for the moment did not feel the least bit tired. His first thoughts were to what had just happened. Spanked and put to bed, a phrase he’d heard but he never knew of anyone who ever got that. Or gave it, he supposed. Gradually a thought came to him that perhaps spankings were not because someone was mean but because they cared enough to give him that discipline, structure, and guidance. That needed more thought. How, if at all, would he discuss it with Dr. Morgan? Or maybe with Craig? Did Dr. Morgan spank Craig? So far that was not a topic of discussion between the boys.

Now that Craig was on his mind, Adam reviewed the few times the boys had spent together. He definitely felt comfortable with Craig and Craig seemed comfortable with him. They had been naked together because they wanted to be, not like with Ricky when being naked was natural because they’d been naked together for baths as long as they could remember. It hadn’t taken long for them to decide to be naked together, either. Adam never imagined that would happen with anyone.

Added to all that, he realized he was feeling drawn to Craig in a way he’d not experienced, even with Ricky. Adam was. . . well, he’s cute, Adam finally admitted to himself. He wasn’t ready to admit that he liked Craig’s erection, too. Where would this friendship go? Would it be a real friendship, for that matter? What did Craig really think of him?

He was fretting but he knew he was. Just things to consider. He drifted off to sleep, unaware of anything until he felt air on his naked body.

Dr. Morgan had pulled back the sheets. This could become a pleasant morning routine, Adam thought. He automatically rolled over, forgetting that he was hard until he presented his erection to the doctor’s view. For the doctor it was what it was. Adam blushed slightly. Being naked and hard in front of adults was still requiring some adjustment.

“Good morning, young man,” the doctor said. “I thought you’d sleep all morning!”

“I guess I might have,” Adam replied with a smile. His initial embarrassment past, he was enjoying being naked and hard. Even being seen that way. A new sensation.

“Get washed up. Breakfast is ready.”

“OK.” Dr. Morgan went downstairs. Adam got up and took care of things in the bathroom. Should he start the day with an orgasm? It would feel good. He tried something new. Standing over the toilet he brought himself to climax, back to being a quick job. The new position felt good, though. He’d do it this away again.

Back in the bedroom he cast his eyes about for clothing of some kind. Nothing. Was this to be a naked weekend? If so, what was that about? Should he even ask? Nothing resolved he went downstairs, glad that he would be soft for a while after masturbating. He couldn’t think why going downstairs hard would have been a problem, but it did seem that it would be embarrassing.

There was no reaction or comment about Adam’s naked condition. Apparently this was how it would be, at least for a while.

After breakfast they went downstairs to have some time like the Tuesday appointments. As they chatted Adam lost any concern that he was naked. It felt good to talk, though he was having trouble finding a way to approach the topic of Craig. Dr. Morgan was not going to prompt. Both boys would have to address this as worked best for them.

After a bit Adam said slowly “I. . . ah, I got together with that guy Craig a couple of times.”

“How was it?”

“OK, I guess.” Dr. Morgan gave him a look. Adam had given another indecisive answer. “No, I mean it this time. I really can’t tell.”

Dr. Morgan smiled. “That’s OK. Sometimes these things can take a while, if they do develop.” He very much wanted to know if the boys had been naked together but, again, was not going to press the issue. After about an hour the doctor said that he had some things to do. “You can stay down here. Play or read. There are some books and magazines here that may interest you.” With that Dr. Morgan went upstairs.

Perhaps he should explore the bookshelves, Adam thought. An interesting collection of books. Some on the physical and emotional development of boys, which was no surprise. A few of them had illustrations of physical changes from toddler up to adult. A new perspective on it.

One shelf had a collection of photography books, all of male nudes of various types. Adam still was curious about a boy’s developments. He’d return to the photo collections later.

He was quite engrossed in the book when he heard the doorbell ring. Guests? That hadn’t happened before. He heard Dr. Morgan going to the door, opening it, and greeting someone. It was a male voice which responded. It sounded like they knew each other well.

Was he going to be called upstairs to meet this visitor? Yes, the dreaded call came. “Adam, I’d like you to meet our guest.” “Our guest?” he thought. Then the realization flooded over him. This was a Naked at Home weekend, only at Dr. Morgan’s, not his own home. Was this to prepare him for the same at home?

Slowly Adam made his way upstairs, hoping his penis would behave. “Adam, this is my friend Dr. Emerson,” Dr. Morgan said. Dr. Emerson appeared to be middle-aged. Adam sensed immediately that this was a man who naturally was warm and friendly. He also was perhaps the handsomest adult Adam ever had met. The feared twitch started in his penis as they shook hands but there was no further reaction.

“Pleased to meet you, Adam,” Dr. Emerson said. “Dr. Morgan told me that he had a special guest this weekend. I hope I’m not intruding but there are some things I’ve been wanting to chat about with my friend and colleague here. Today was the best day.”

“It’s fine. I, uh, I’m sure you both, um, both know best.” Adam wasn’t sure how to respond. It certainly was odd that he’d be given an apology. It was Dr. Morgan’s house. He could do as he pleased.

“However, I hope you and I can chat a bit before I have to leave,” Dr. Emerson continued.

“Um, yeah, sure.” Dr. Emerson smiled at Adam’s response.

“You can go back downstairs, Adam,” Dr. Morgan said. “I’ll call you when lunch is ready. It will be a bit later than usual. Dr. Emerson has consented to join us.”

“Oh! Yeah, that’s. . . yeah, that’s good.” Having been freed, Adam scampered downstairs. He couldn’t tell but it sounded like the men were chuckling as they went to Dr. Morgan’s study.

This visit must have been planned for when Adam would be here and naked. He was being tested all weekend, he supposed. It was out of his hands.

It was back to the books, this time some of the photo collections. The range of pictures was quite wide. Some quite innocent of men naked in nature or at home. Some of men with impressive erections. There were showing sex acts though one book certainly was quite erotic. Adam was hard and it felt good. He even was imagining himself in some of the situations pictured. A pleasant fantasy.

Finally conscious of his erection, Adam went into the bathroom to repeat his routine of the morning. He even managed to stretch it out a bit. He decided that he definitely could get to like this. Should he tell Dr. Morgan? They did still discuss such things.

No sooner had Adam returned to the photo books but Dr. Morgan called that it was time for lunch. Adam had heard some moving around upstairs but gave it no thought. When he got upstairs he discovered that today’s lunch had been brought in, which was a bit of a surprise. A bigger surprise was a naked man handling the catering! He was a twenty-something as best Adam could tell. A perfect body, in Adam’s opinion. Impressive genitals between his legs. Adam felt he was chubbing and hoped they would be seated before he got fully hard.

He lost that fight, becoming fully erect as he waited for the signal to sit. He blushed deeply but also noticed that both the caterer and Dr. Emerson were casting approving looks. He still was embarrassed but a bit of pride broke through, too.

The caterer did not serve but rather brought dishes to the table and let the three of them serve themselves. It was delicious! Over lunch Dr. Emerson got to know Adam better, asking the usual questions. Adam wondered just what type of doctor this man was. A psychiatrist like Dr. Morgan? That would explain them wanting to meet and discuss things.

During a lull in the conversation Adam found himself reflecting that in a very short time he’d had erections seen by Dr. Morgan (of course), Craig (who he barely knew but at least was hard, too), and two strangers. He suspected this would be a topic of conversation with the doctor at some point. Should he talk about it with Craig? He figured Craig might feel the same in this situation.

He was abruptly brought back to the conversation by Dr. Emerson’s question to Dr. Morgan. “What about spankings for this one?” He glanced at Adam as he asked but there was no doubt as to who he meant.

Dr. Morgan smiled. “Maintenance, of course. Otherwise as necessary. Adam generally is a good little boy.” Did this mean he was the eight-year-old Adam now? Was this another test?

“Well, we know that a firm hand is important,” Dr. Emerson replied. “What about that one?” Dr. Emerson gestured toward the caterer. Dr. Morgan laughed.

“Oh he’s felt the wooden spoon in the kitchen a few times. He provokes it. He craves it.” Now both men were chuckling. The caterer was totally unfazed by this. Adam wished he could find time to be alone with the young man and ask some questions.

The caterer certainly knew his business. At just the right moment he cleared the table, replacing the main course with desserts and coffee. It was getting late for a nap. Nonetheless, Adam refused coffee in case he would be put to bed. Would Dr. Emerson be involved in that? This was a day like no other.

The men stood, Adam joining them. His erection had gone down, fortunately. “I’ll finish up with this young man in the kitchen,” Dr. Morgan said as the caterer went in that direction. “Would you like to put my little boy down for his nap?” he asked Dr. Emerson

“A pleasure.” He put a friendly arm around Adam’s shoulder. “You can show me where your room is.” As they headed to the stairs Adam heard what certainly sounded like that wooden spoon hitting the caterer’s bottom, followed by yelps at each strike. Adam reflected that what little he’d seen of it, it was a most spankable bottom. He’d never thought that way about anyone!

In the bedroom Dr. Emerson looked it over, not letting on that he’d slept in this room a few times. “A nice room for a growing boy,” he said. “Run and use the bathroom and we’ll get you into bed.” Adam only needed to pee and was back quickly. Dr. Emerson already had pulled back the sheets. As Adam was getting into the bed he received a quick swat to his bottom. Nothing was said about it.

“I’ll be gone when you wake up. It’s been a pleasure meeting you,” this doctor said.

“The same,” Adam said. He had enjoyed meeting the man.

When alone in the room Adam did not fall asleep. He was wide awake when Dr. Morgan came to wake him up a couple of hours later. Adam had spent the time reflecting on how this visit had gone so far. It seemed he was on display this weekend. He definitely was under a Naked at Home regime for the time being. Again he wondered if this was the prepare him for the same at home. Would his parents let him negotiate it, if they did put it into practice? Who might see him?

While there had been talk of spanking, so far no mention of when he’d get his maintenance. So far he’d avoided any other spankings other than last night’s bedtime spanking. Would he get a wakeup spanking tomorrow?

“Awake already?” Dr. Morgan asked when he came in a couple of hours later. These nap times usually were about two hours, including this one even though it had started later than usual.

“Yes. I don’t think I ever fell asleep but it’s ok.”

“Of course it is,” Dr. Morgan said kindly. “Do you need the bathroom?” Adam did. Dr. Morgan pulled back the sheets to let him out. Not having been asleep, Adam wasn’t hard, just a bit larger than his basic size.

When Adam returned Dr. Morgan now was in the chair. Adam’s face fell. “Yes, my boy, time for your maintenance.” Dr. Morgan patted his lap. As Adam went over he noticed a wooden kitchen spoon by the chair. The one used on the caterer, now for his bottom?

This was the maintenance he expected. Firm, even hurting a bit, but not a punishment by any means. When Adam was starting to kick there was a pause as Dr. Morgan picked up the spoon. Five brisk swats brought the spanking to an end. Adam let out yells with those.

“Now you know what the caterer got,” Dr. Morgan said when he was done and gently rubbing Adam’s bottom. There was no indication that Adam should get up. The gentle rubbing continued, slowly inducing an erection which pressed against the doctor’s thigh. Adam liked the feeling.

After a few minutes Dr. Morgan let Adam stand. The combination of the sting in his bottom and his firm erection was exhilarating.

“I’ll call you when it’s time to get dinner organized,” Dr. Morgan said, then left the room. Adam knew his erection would only go down if he masturbated. For the third time that day he stood over a toilet and relieved himself. He noticed he shot quite a bit given that this was his third of the day.

When he did join Dr. Morgan in the kitchen the doctor said “feeling better?” Adam knew what he meant.

“Yes, sir.” He wanted to ask if he’d be naked again tomorrow but did not. That might earn him a spanking on top of the maintenance he’d just received. Better to just see how things went. It was a good feeling being nude for this long. Maybe Naked at Home wouldn’t be quite so bad. Then again, maybe it would. He made a decision, though. He’d be naked as much as possible at home, regardless of what rules his parents implemented.

Dr. Morgan could tell that Adam had made some sort of decision or realization. Again, he did not pry. Adam would tell him when he was ready. If at all. That was fine.

“May I go downstairs?” Adam asked when dinner and cleanup were done. He wanted to look some more at the books.

“Of course. I’ll call you when it’s bedtime. You’ve been a good little boy today, Adam.” Adam blushed at the compliment. It did feel good, even if it included “little boy.” Downstairs he looked at one of the more graphic books. Then he noticed one with the intriguing title Dad Spanks. He took it off the shelf. It was full of stories of all sorts of adult men, not just dads and uncles, spanking younger men and teens. Along with some pictures that he found rather exciting. He'd just put it back when Dr. Morgan called out “it’s time for good little boys to go to bed.”

A glance at the clock told Adam that tonight it was ten o’clock, not nine-thirty. The visit from Dr. Emerson had thrown off the schedule. Dr. Morgan showed no sign of concern about that.

As Dr. Morgan tucked in the boy he said “since you didn’t nap I expect you’ll sleep longer in the morning, which is fine. Little boys need their sleep.” He kept calling Adam a little boy but so far had not done any of the usual things such as encouraging him to play with toys. Feeling a bit like the eight-year-old Adam he hoped maybe there would be time for the sprinkler tomorrow.

Alone in the room Adam reflected on the day. Quite a lot had gone on! He doubted tomorrow would be quite so eventful.





Dr. Morgan 8

The Weekend Ends and Naked at Home Begins


Sunday morning Adam woke up on his own. His morning wood wanted his attention, which he quite happily gave it. His attitude towards masturbation had changed for the better. That done, he headed to the shower. When he was drying off he could smell coffee.

Back in the bedroom again no clothes were waiting for him. By now he expected this but had hoped he might have the option. He’d now been naked non-stop for over twenty-four hours. It felt a bit liberating. Under the right conditions he could get used to this, he thought.

“Good morning, young man,” Dr. Morgan said when Adam appeared in the kitchen. It sounded like he was back to being fourteen-year-old Adam, which suited him just fine.

“Good morning. Breakfast smells good.” They settled in, enjoying the food with the usual sort of breakfast chat. When the doorbell rang at eleven o’clock Adam realized it was later than he thought. Knowing someone might be coming in had him nervous, even after yesterday’s unexpected guest.

The nervousness was not alleviated by Dr. Morgan saying “answer the door, please, Adam.”

“Me?’

“Yes, you. You do know how to answer the door, don’t you?” Dr. Morgan gave him a smile as he said that but there was no doubt that he was serious. Reluctantly Adam obeyed. He wanted to go slowly but knew that would be rude. He opened the door, staying behind it to cover his nudity. A middle-aged man smiled at him.

“You must be Adam,” the man said. Adam nodded nervously. “My name is Schmidt. Dr. Morgan and I are old friends. May I come in?”

“Ah, yes, please do.” Mr. Schmidt came in. Adam now had to reveal himself as he shut the door. The man gave Adam an approving look.

Dr. Morgan came out of the kitchen. “Schmidt, good to see you!” The men shook hands. “Adam, Schmidt here has his own method of turning teens into adult men. Quite successful, too. Now, be a good kid and clean up the kitchen.” Adam nodded and went into the kitchen. Dr. Morgan escorted his guest to the study.

Kitchen in order, Adam went upstairs to the bedroom. He’d brought some homework in the hope that he could get a head start on it and now he had that opportunity. Around one-thirty Dr. Morgan called “Adam, come down for lunch.” He had not expected a reprieve from more time with Mr. Schmidt but was not entirely happy with being on display, as he thought of it, again.

The two men were in the kitchen, Dr. Morgan setting things on the kitchen table. “We’re being informal today,” he said. “We have some fine leftovers from yesterday which I know will suit your palate.” Adam was delighted with the leftovers. It had been a good lunch.

“Anything you serve suits my palate,” Mr. Schmidt replied with a smile. Soon food was on the table and lunch began.

After a few minutes Dr. Morgan told Adam “Mr. Schmidt also believes that boys should not be modest, though he doesn’t require them to be naked at his house.”

“Except for their spankings,” Mr. Schmidt cut in with a chuckle. Adam blushed at hearing the word but he also felt himself swelling a bit under the table.

“Though they are welcome to be naked if they wish. I have a shower in the basement which lets them clean up before they go home. Some do like to wait a while to dress. To explain what I do, I hire high school grads to help me over the summer with gardening, yard work, and other chores. Having some responsibility before going off to college tends to be very good for boys. I pay them well for their work, too, which always proves a good incentive.”

“Ah, but not the only incentive,” Dr. Morgan cut in. Both men chuckled.

“No, not at all. You see, Adam, I never want to dock a boy’s pay. I know they need the money for when they’re at school. So I have a simple system which is that if things are unsatisfactory or go wrong I give a spanking as soon as the work day is over.” Now Adam was fully hard. He hoped his face didn’t give away anything. “With most boys it takes only a few spankings to create any adjustments needed in their approach to the work.”

Adam couldn’t tell if he was supposed to respond. Apparently not as Dr. Morgan spoke up again. “However, it often proves to be the case that a boy has needs which can be addressed through spankings. You keep pretty busy some summers, my friend.”

With another chuckle Mr. Schmidt said “yes, I do, but it’s all for the good. Now, Adam, I’m told that you’ve had a few spankings here, with good results. Would you agree?”

“Ah. . . I. . . um, yes.” Adam’s mouth felt dry, making it hard to speak. Plus he really didn’t know how to respond to any of this.

“Adam has done well and I’m proud of him,” Dr. Morgan said. That felt good to Adam! The first round of food was finished but there was dessert left over, too. “Adam, would you be a good lad and clear our plates?” Both men saw the boy’s face go white. They knew why.

“Uh. . . I, uh. . . yes, sir.” Slowly Adam stood, his erection standing straight out, upright and proud. Neither man said anything. “Boys should not be modest,” he reminded himself. He did his best to feel good about what he was showing the two men. He cleared the plates then brought out the dessert. Hard all the while.

“May I go upstairs?” Adam asked when he’d finished his dessert.

“Of course. We can take care of things here.”

“Nice to have met you,” Adam told Mr. Schmidt.

“Likewise, young man,” Mr. Schmidt told him. With that Adam scurried upstairs. “He seems a fine specimen,” Schmidt said when they knew Adam was out of earshot.

“Yes, though there still is some work to be done. Now tell me about this summer’s apprentice. Somehow we never got to that.” Together the men took care of the kitchen while Mr. Schmidt told of his summer worker. It was not a new story, just a new boy, but Dr. Morgan never tired of hearing about the boys his friend hired.

A nap had not been required today. After Mr. Schmidt left Dr. Morgan went up to the guest room to check on Adam. The boy had dozed off as he was reading. Dr. Morgan smiled. Adam must like his nap times. “Adam, wake up. Your mother will be here soon.”

“Oh! Sorry! I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“That’s fine. You’re used to taking naps here.” Dr. Morgan got out Adam’s clothes for the ride home. “Get dressed.” Adam did. As soon as he was dressed the doorbell rang. He and Dr. Morgan went downstairs to greet Mrs. Preston. “OK, son, back upstairs so I can talk to your mother for a few minutes,” the doctor told Adam when greetings were done.

Dr. Morgan ushered Mrs. Preston into the living room. “Adam has done very well this weekend. He has been naked since his arrival, as I told you he would be. He wasn’t happy with it, which is to be expected, but he acquiesced and has been obedient. He required nothing more than his maintenance, I’m glad to say.” Mrs. Preston liked hearing that. “He is ready for Naked at Home and I suggest you start it tonight while this weekend is still fresh. I’m sure you’ll get resistance. There always is.”

“I am concerned about that.”

“Of course. He has been spanked at home now, so all three of you know that there is always that possibility. Most boys need an initial spanking to get the routine going and it is not unusual for there to be another one or two. One lad I worked with was spanked every day for a week before he got the message but that was a very unusual case.” Mrs. Preston nodded her understanding.

“What is important is that his naked times are at your discretion. It need not be every day. What is important is that he understand that you and his father are the ones in charge. I’ve had visitors here both days so he’s had that experience. It wouldn’t hurt for you to have someone visit this week while he’s naked. A woman, if possible. A lot of adjustment can be taken care of quickly when a boy knows he’s exposed to a woman other than his mother.”

“He’s not going to want to be exposed to me, I suspect.”

“No, he won’t, but he has to be.” Both smiled acknowledgement of that. “Now, something else very important. I’ve given him a recommended masturbation routine. I know this has been tricky for you to adjust to but regular masturbation is very important for a teen boy. He should aim for first thing in the morning. The need is often the strongest then. The next time can be after school but before dinner, then at bedtime. He can do more times if he wants but I’ve told him that too much isn’t good. You should not monitor this but in Adam’s case it’s important for you to know. He came to me with some real anxieties about masturbation, though not because of anything you or your husband said or did. We’ve dealt well with those anxieties and he’s now quite the typical teen in that regard.”

“I guess that covers things,” Mrs. Preston said after a moment’s reflection. Dr. Morgan called Adam to come down and leave. Adam seemed glad to be going home. It had been a weekend like no other in his young life.

“I’ll see you Tuesday,” Dr. Morgan said as Adam was leaving.

After a few minutes in the car Mrs. Preston said “this was a naked weekend for you.” Adam felt himself turning red.

“Um, yeah. . .”

“Dr. Morgan is pleased with how it went.”

“It was. . . ok, I guess.”

“Just OK?” she responded warmly.

“Yeah.” Adam didn’t like where this might be heading.

“Starting when we get home we’ll have Naked at Home days.”

“MOM!”

“Don’t argue, Adam! We both know that boys should not be modest. Naked at home is good for any boy your age.” Adam said nothing more but he did sulk all the way home. Mrs. Preston wisely said nothing more.

Adam’s father greeted them when they got in the house. After small talk about the weekend, Mr. Preston said “upstairs and get unpacked and undressed.” Not Dad, too!

“Daaad. . .”

“Get to it, son. After dinner we’ll discuss all of this.” Slowly Adam mounted the stairs to his room. It was true, Mom was going to see him naked for the first time in years. Who else was likely to see him naked in the future? This wasn’t fair! He unpacked. After some hesitation he removed all his clothes. He sat at the computer and sent Craig a message. Craig wrote back “glad you’re home.” “We need to talk later,” Adam answered. “Yes, we do,” Craig replied cryptically.

Adam managed to get himself downstairs for dinner. No comments were made about his nudity, which made things a bit easier. After dinner Mom said “we can leave the dishes for now. Let’s go into the living room.”

When they were seated, Dad said “We know this is new and a bit strange for you. Besides talking to Dr. Morgan we’ve done quite a bit of research, including talking anonymously to other parents. The philosophy that boys should not be modest is much more prevalent than we imagined. From what we can tell, quite a few boys at your school have the Naked at Home Program.” In fact, the Prestons had broken the anonymity with two sets of parents in town, so they knew which boys were Naked at Home.

“You’ve had a lot of adjustments to make in the past few years,” Mom continued. “That’s why we took you to Dr. Morgan. You have to admit that you were being difficult with us.” Adam nodded. He knew she was right. “It’s been shown that Naked at Home is effective in helping teen boys get settled emotionally.” She wasn’t going to go into the importance of the power dynamic it created. Or, rather, reinforced. The parents were in charge. “So, from now on we’ll be deciding what days you’ll be Naked at Home. Is that understood, dear?”

“Yes,” Adam said very quietly.

“We’ve bought something for you which we hope won’t ever be used,” Dad said as he reached for a package. He handed it to Adam. “Go ahead and open it.” Adam felt quite sure he knew what it was. This was becoming a nightmare. He opened it and, sure enough, it was a paddle. “We didn’t feel the need to make it embarrassing by having your name on it, though we’ve been told that is a common thing to do. No need for that. We all know what it is and why you have it.”

“Yes, sir,” in almost a whisper. Then, “I. . . I, ah, I have some homework and stuff. . .”

“That’s fine, dear. That’s all we need to talk about for now.” Adam stood. Mom gave him a hug which he weakly returned. This wasn’t a hugging moment, as far as he was concerned.

Up in his room he texted Craig – Skype now! Within seconds he heard the beep of a video call. He accepted the call. Both boys were amazed to see the other at least shirtless, likely fully naked.

“Are you naked?” Craig asked.

“Yeah. You?”

“Yes.”

“What the. . .?”

“My parents said that Dr. Morgan told them that Naked at Home is a good idea. So you see. . .”

“Shit. Mine started it as soon as I got home. I spent the whole weekend with the doctor naked. Visitors came, too. I’m sure it was all a plot.”

“Whoa! You spent the weekend at Dr. Morgan’s? You didn’t tell me.”

“I’ve never been sure if I should and, well, we still don’t know each other that well, and. . .”

“No, it’s fine. It’s just I didn’t know. That’s kinda weird, isn’t it?”

“I guess. I’ll tell you about it next time we get together. For now I just wanted to tell you that I’m Naked at Home now, at my parents’ whims. Looks like the same for you.”

“Yeah. What was it like having people visit?”

“Pretty horrible. I’m afraid it’s going to happen here, too.”

“Oh, shit. I hadn’t really thought of that. It’s bad enough that my mother sees my junk.”

“That’s for sure. I’ve got stuff to do but I’ll see you tomorrow.” For Craig it was the same, so they signed off.

In the morning Dad looked in on Adam. “No clothes until you leave for school.”

“I won’t.”


A Week of Horrors

Monday after school Adam naked was in the kitchen chatting with his mother. He purposely had joined her in an attempt to face his embarrassment at being naked in front of her. He was managing to chat fairly normally but, for him at least, his nakedness was a large elephant in the room.

While they chatted the doorbell rang. Mom excused herself to answer it. Adam heard her greeting someone, a female voice responding. Mom invited her in. As the two women were headed to the den, Mrs. Preston called out “Adam, come say hello to Mrs. Loomis.”

This just kept getting worse, he thought. The Loomises were their next-door neighbors. The mothers occasionally had coffee together but otherwise the two families had little contact. Their son, Barry, was a senior in high school and, in Adam’s opinion, a bit of a jerk. He knew that others shared that opinion.

So now he had to present himself naked to another woman, their next-door neighbor. He was upset enough by this that there was no chance of an unwanted erection. Small relief. No doubt Barry would hear about this, too. Adam went to the den’s door and said “hello, how are you?”

“Very well, thank you,” Mrs. Loomis replied. She only casually glanced at Adam’s nakedness but that was more than enough in the boy’s opinion. “School going well?”

“Yes, ma’am. Mom, may I go to my room?”

“Of course, dear,” his mother said. She had accomplished her goal of having Adam appear naked before someone outside the family. In his room Adam did his best to concentrate on some homework.

In the den the conversation almost immediately turned to Adam’s naked condition. A few days ago Mrs. Loomis had mentioned to Mrs. Preston that she knew about Boys Should Not Be Modest. “Funny you should mention it,” Mrs. Preston had said. “Let’s get together some afternoon and discuss this. I’ve learned a lot about it recently.” This meeting was set so that she could show her neighbor the philosophy in action.

“Does it really affect behavior?” Mrs. Loomis asked as they got into the topic.

“Absolutely. It teaches a boy that he should not be embarrassed about his body. It helps teach him to be obedient, shows him the power dynamic. We only started Naked at Home with Adam yesterday but he has been working towards it and we have seen positive changes.”

“This is good to know. Now that Barry is a senior he thinks he should be fully independent. There are some things that need to be curbed. Tell me about Naked at Home. I haven’t heard about that.”

Mrs. Preston explained the program. She skillfully protected Adam’s and her own privacy on therapy and directly on how she came to become interested in Naked at Home.

Upstairs Adam was finding it hard to focus and, he admitted to himself, he did wonder if they were talking about him. He slipped out of his room and stopped at the top of the stairs, just out of sight. What he heard astonished and, ultimately, pleased him. The best part was that they weren’t talking about him.

He heard Mrs. Loomis saying “I’m intrigued by all of this. From what I’m hearing I’d say it’s something to institute at our house. With Barry, at least. Maybe his brother would get the message and toe the line as he got older.” Barry had a brother who was a year younger than Adam. Adam had kept his distance from him, too.

“Oh, use it with both boys. That will cut down on the likelihood of Terry trying anything as he gets older. From all I’ve read, early puberty is a good time to start.”

“Hm. Terry seems to be starting puberty. Both of those boys are so nervous about their bodies but it seems to be that way with boys in general nowadays.”

“That’s why Boys Should Not Be Modest is so important. I think you’ll be pleased.”

Secretly pleased himself, Adam quietly returned to his room. He shot off an email to Craig. “Have I got stuff to tell you!” A few minutes later an email came back. “Can’t wait. Let’s walk home from school together tomorrow.”

The next day after school the two met at their usual place. They had a lot to discuss about their new lives at home. As they walked Adam told about Mrs. Loomis’s visit and his humiliation at having to expose himself to her.

“Shit!” said Craig. “I bet they’ll do that to me, too.”

“Be prepared!” Then Adam told Craig what he’d heard while eavesdropping.

“No way! Barry Loomis!” Craig didn’t know Barry well but shared Adam’s opinion of him.

“Terry, too, it seems.” This was a lot to take in. They walked in silence for a few minutes.

“I’ve been trying to find out more about all of this,” Craig said, finally breaking the silence. “I think there’s a lot more of it going around than we know.” He mentioned a couple of upper classmen who, in the past, had been pretty rowdy. Not really trouble makers but not always under control, either. “They seem different this year. I wonder. . .”

More silence as they reflected on that. “Can you come over?” Craig asked, again being the one to break the silence. “My folks are out until five.”

“Yeah, it’s cool if I don’t go right home, but should be back by five-thirty.” No one was home at his house either but he gave his mother a quick text to say where he’d be. At her end she was happy to see more indication that a friendship might be developing. Adam hadn’t said much about Craig to his parents. As they walked to Craig’s house Adam was wondering again if this was a friendship developing. They had a couple of things in common – Dr. Morgan and now Naked at Home. But was that a real bond?

When they got in the house Craig laughed and said “we know the rules.”

“Yup!” said Adam. He didn’t want to undress too quickly and give away his desire to be naked again with Craig. He didn’t know that Craig felt exactly the same. “We don’t really need to, I guess, but let’s take our clothes upstairs anyhow. But I need something to drink first.” Clothes were dumped at the bottom of the stairs and the boys went into the kitchen. Craig found some crackers and poured them each some seltzer.

“OK, tell me about staying at Dr. Morgan’s,” Craig said when they were settled. Adam did his best to explain, without giving away too much personal information. “It’s an extension of my therapy, really,” he said as he finished up. “And, apparently this weekend was softening me up for Naked at Home.” Adam had told Craig about the two visitors.

“That sounds kinda cool in a way, getting to stay at his house. Makes you special.”

“I guess.”

When they got to Craig’s room they sat at the computer but neither one of them could think of what would be fun to see. Craig idly surfed. Adam sensed that Craig had something on his mind.

“Um, Adam. . .” Craig started uncertainly. “Are we. . . like, I mean. . . are we friends now?” Why did that feel so hard to say, he thought. Adam was staring at the floor.

After what seemed to both boys to be hours, but actually only was seconds, Adam quietly said “I guess so.” He didn’t know what to say. It had been so long since he felt he had a friend. There was more quiet then, without having said a thing, the boys were hugging, even as they were sitting. It was a bit awkward but felt good.

Hug done, Adam felt more confident. “Heck, we’ve been naked together, even hard! We must be friends.”

Craig let out a sigh of relief. “Good!”

Mention of being hard made them hard. Instead of embarrassment it caused laughter. Automatically they moved to the bed, lying down side by side. “Show me some techniques,” Adam said. Not today but soon he’d tell Craig that he knew very little about masturbation. Craig seemed so much more assured about it.

“Watch me,” Craig said. He used one of his favorites. “Now you,” he said after he’d shot. Adam was impressed by his new friend’s orgasm. His didn’t take as long but it was good.

“That was hot!” Craig said. “I’ve never watched a guy shoot.”

“Me neither, and yours was hot, too.” There were two boys blushing as they cleaned up. There also now was no question that they had taken a new turn in their developing friendship.

Adam managed to leave before Craig’s mother got home. He knew that eventually she’d see him naked but he didn’t feel ready for that today. What was important was that after this visit he felt very satisfied about life. So did Craig.

However, Adam’s horrible week was not over. Craig’s would have its moments, too.






Dr. Morgan 9


Naked at Home Brings On More Humiliations

Through Thursday Adam’s week held no surprises. It was not the same for Craig, a story he’d tell Adam over the weekend.

At Adam’s his parents were treating his nakedness as quite normal, no different from when he was clothed. Once Adam was settled with the regimen he would not have to be naked every day but initially his parents wanted ten or so consecutive days. This would help him not only get used to being naked at home, but accepting of this being his parents’ decision, not his.

Friday morning the Naked at Home horror was announced. From Adam’s viewpoint it was a horror.

“Aunt Jenny is coming today for the weekend,” Mom said over breakfast.

“Aunt Jenny! MOM!” Jenny was Mom’s sister and had always been a favorite person for Adam but even so he didn’t want more people, even family, seeing him naked.

“Now, now. You always enjoy when she visits.”

“I know but that was before I. . . y’know. . .”

“Had to be Naked at Home. Yes, I know, dear. I’m sure Jenny will be pleased at how you’ve developed.”

That sounded horrible. He’d be on exhibit again. Then another thought hit him. “Susie, too?” Susie was his cousin, a couple of years younger and already showing signs of maturity and confidence which, in Adam’s eyes, was only making her annoying. She’d be laughing at him, he was sure.

“No, not this time but I’m sure she’s eager to see you again.” Adam said nothing.

School that day was the worst. It was a struggle to even appear to be paying attention in class. If any teachers noticed they said nothing. He’d told Craig about his aunt’s upcoming visit. Craig, having had his own first indignity earlier in the week was fully sympathetic. “Come over tomorrow when you can,” he told Adam as they trudged home. There would be a lot to talk about.

Aunt Jenny had arrived and was waiting for him. She pulled him into her usual embrace. When greeting family she hadn’t seen for a while she always said “let me get a look at you.” Today, for Adam, that phrase was loaded. She did look him over and it was unmistakable that she was assessing his package. She was impressed. This before his clothes were off.

“Put your things away and we can visit for a while,” Jenny said. Adam knew this meant he had to get undressed, not that he expected otherwise. In a few minutes Adam was naked, with Aunt Jenny and Mom in the den. Now there was quite a bit of walking on eggshells. Jenny didn’t want to embarrass Adam but she could not hide her admiration for his nakedness and development. What had shown in his pants proved better than she expected. Neither Mom nor Adam felt sure of just how much discussion there should be about Adam’s sessions with Dr. Morgan and the quite obvious results of it, that being a naked teen boy. There was some awkward talk about school, what Jenny’s family was doing, and what might be the weekend agenda.

“Um, Craig invited me to his house,” Adam said at one point.

Jenny perked up at what sounded like a friendship developing. She knew of Adam’s struggles. “Don’t skip that on our account,” she said graciously. Mom concurred. So, things weren’t quite so bad. Finally Adam asked if he could go to his room, permission was granted, and he was off.

Now alone, Mom could tell her sister more about what was going on. Jenny was impressed. “Can it be used on husbands?” she asked with a laugh.

“Haha. I don’t know. I could ask Dr. Morgan.” Mom meant it, and she would. Jenny knew that Adam was having the therapy but nothing beyond that. She wasn’t going to pry.

“Seriously, though,” Jenny responded, “this does sound like an interesting approach to dealing with teen boys. Fortunately girls don’t need it.” Mom smiled. She knew that Susie was a sensible girl. “However, Jack’s nephew could use some taming. The boy isn’t out of control but I know that Jack’s sister would appreciate some better behavior around the house. I’ll pass this along to her.”

“Sounds like a good idea.” Mom did know that family. No doubt the boy would benefit from something that cured his modesty, however. The results with Adam were clear.

Upstairs Adam messaged Craig and said he’d be over tomorrow. “Come in the morning,” Craig replied. “They’re leaving around ten.”

There was no doubt that Aunt Jenny meant well with the new situation but she wasn’t sure how to navigate. She went from acting as if Adam’s nudity wasn’t obvious to quite unsure as to what to say. A comment at dinner about Adam becoming a man caused the boy acute embarrassment. In turn, she was embarrassed because of his reaction. Adam trusted her and if he had any resentment at the situation it was towards his parents. Along with Dr. Morgan.

In the morning he waited to leave so that he’d arrive at Craig’s around ten-thirty, hoping this gave the parents time to leave. A car was missing from the driveway, so he knew Craig was alone. It was a naked Craig who answered the door. “I’m glad to see you,” he said. “C’mon in and get your clothes off.” Adam needed neither invitation. He was inside and naked in a flash.

“Want any coffee or anything?” Craig asked as Adam undressed.

“Coffee would be good.” Adam didn’t really want any, he’d had plenty at home, but it felt to him that conversation would be easier in the kitchen over coffee. Craig got two cups ready, along with some scones that his mother had made.

“Who first?” Craig asked when they were settled with their food and drink. Adam shifted a bit in his seat, unsure if he wanted to start. “Me, I guess,” Craig said, hoping to put his new friend at ease.

“Just like you, I had to be naked on Sunday, though I started after lunch. I let them know I didn’t like the idea, and. . .” he hesitated. What he was about to reveal was difficult. Adam said nothing but based on his own experience he was sure what Craig was talking about. “They said there would be no discussion and. . .” another pause. “And I could strip or I could get a spanking and then strip. Either way I’d strip.” Craig let out a great sigh when he finished with this revelation.

“Did they spank you?” Adam asked quietly.

“Not this time.” As soon as he said it Craig blushed deeply at the revelation he had not intended.

“Don’t worry, man, I’ve been there, too.”

“They spank you?”

“Yeah, they have.” This hung in the air, neither boy sure what to say. Adam took a sip of his coffee and in almost a whisper asked “has Dr. Morgan spanked you?” Now both boys were blushing.

“Looks like he’s spanked both of us,” was Craig’s reply. Fortunately this set off laughter, again because it seemed so strange. Another bit of bonding for them. “It was really weird being naked around my mother. She didn’t say anything but I could see that she was checking me out. Not in a bad way, just admiring, I guess. When I was alone with Dad he said ‘I’m proud of you, son, you’re becoming a man.’ That was horrible and good at the same time.”

“I’m getting used to Mom seeing me, but even so. . .” Adam said.

“Well, I’m glad that Mrs. Loomis doesn’t know Mom very well but Mom made sure people saw me naked. Your day was Monday, mine was Tuesday. First Mom’s dry cleaning was delivered. She made me answer the door. The delivery man just let himself in. There was nothing I could do, there I was with nothing on. Mom joined us and did all the ‘you know my son’ crap. I think she made a point of keeping him talking. At least he was good looking.” Nervous laughter from both boys after that remark.

Craig continued. “I’d gotten home right after school, so it wasn’t late yet. Sometimes she has neighbors in for coffee or tea around four. Sure enough, two of her friends let themselves in through the kitchen door just after four. She had maneuvered things so that I was with her when they did. I must have been redder than a beet. One of them said ‘good to see you, Craig.’ I wanted to die! She has a son my age and I know she was comparing me to him.”

“Do you think she’s seen him naked?”

“I don’t know. From her look I’d say she was thinking about Naked at Home at her house. The other one just said hello. Mom let me go and I got out of there fast!”

“That sucks, man.” Adam fully understood.

“Then the next night after dinner a couple of Dad’s friends came by. I couldn’t see that they had any real reason to stop in, especially as Dad made sure that they talked to me for a while. It was like he was showing off his naked son.”

“I hear ya. Between Dr. Morgan and my parents, I’ve felt like I’m on display sometimes.”

“With good reason!”

Craig knew that Adam’s aunt was visiting but hadn’t heard details yet. “You must be glad to get away,” he said when Adam had told his story.

“Yeah. She’s cool and all but it’s just. . . I dunno. I’m afraid my cousin will see me sometime. She’ll cop an attitude if she does.”

“At least my cousins are boys. I wonder if Mom and Dad. . .” he didn’t need to finish the sentence. As he considered that possibility it struck him that he had one older cousin he wouldn’t mind seeing naked. “You done with your coffee?” Craig asked after a few more minutes. Adam was. “Let’s go upstairs.” Both got up from the seats and embraced in a hug of solidarity. Both of them needed it. Adam felt Craig’s cock growing slightly as they hugged. His own did the same. Now semi-hard, they went upstairs to Craig’s room.

Adam sat on the bed, Craig in his desk chair. Adam saw that Craig had something on his mind, even after all the morning’s revelations. It seemed best to give him time.

Finally Craig spoke, though with hesitation. “Um, we ah, you, I mean we, mentioned spanking.”

“Did Dr. Morgan recommend what he calls maintenance?” Adam wanted to help Craig with this, though he was equally uncomfortable about it, but it had to be discussed.

“Uh, yeah. . . he, uh, he said that it was a good idea.” Craig was having trouble with this admission but there was no going back. “He gave me. . . he gave me a couple at the office. Has he done that to you?”

“Yeah, he has. He told my parents it’s a good idea, too.”

Yeah, he told mine. I think I may get one this weekend.”

Having Aunt Jenny visit had put the thought of maintenance spankings out of Adam’s head but hearing Craig say that made him gulp. “Shit, I might, too.”

There was a silence during which both became aware that the talk of spanking had made them fully hard. Getting so much out in the air, Craig was feeling he could be more direct. Even so, he surprised himself when he asked “do you think this talk of spanking made us get hard?”

“I dunno,” Adam said slowly, looking down at his very hard cock. Something was exciting him. Craig, too.

For Craig things now were moving fast. He reached over and lightly touched Adam’s hardon. “Has anyone ever. . .”

“No!” Adam replied, initially shocked at the question. Craig pulled his hand back. The tension was thick. Adam didn’t want Craig to get all apologetic again, so quickly added “I don’t know anyone who would.” Both calmed down. After a pause he added “my friend Ricky and I sometimes played with each other but we were little. We didn’t know what we were doing.” Calmer now, Adam remembered that Dr. Morgan had masturbated him and that he liked it. He wasn’t ready to tell Craig that, however.

“Do you think. . .?” All of this had made Adam eager to cum. Now he was excited by the idea of Craig stroking him. Slowly he lay back.

“Go ahead, if you want,” Adam said quietly when he was comfortably lying on the bed. Craig moved onto the bed. He was tentative about taking Adam in hand, then tentative about how to proceed. Adam made some noises of pleasure which gave Craig the encouragement he needed. Craig had no idea how he should do this. He did his best to do to Adam what he enjoyed doing to himself. Adam’s violent and noisy eruption made him feel that he was successful.

After he stopped gasping Adam said “that was awesome!” Craig handed him a towel. “Want me to do that to you?” he asked as he wiped off the mess on his abdomen.

That made Craig laugh. “You really have to ask?” Adam joined him in the laughter. They switched so that Craig was prone, Adam next to him on the bed. Craig’s cock felt quite different from his own was Adam’s first thought. It felt good. He still was developing his skill on himself which meant that he quickly brought Craig to orgasm. Craig’s response to it was one of excitement. Adam figured he must have done it right.

“You’re good, man,” Craig said when he had recovered. Without cleaning up, Craig pulled Adam into another hug. Neither boy cared that they now both were a mess. It felt good. For the moment the week’s embarrassments were forgotten.

The embrace lasted for a while. Eventually Craig said “we’re a mess. We’d better shower.”

“Can we both fit?” Adam blurted out. There was another awkward silence. Neither expected such a question.

It took a while but Craig finally said “it’s plenty big.” With that they went to the bathroom, almost running. Craig got the water temperature just right and soon the boys were happily washing each other.

A powerful memory of baths with Ricky came over Adam. Suddenly the regression with Dr. Morgan was making sense. Craig could tell something was happening with Adam. “You ok?” he asked.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s just. . .” he left it at that and Craig didn’t push. The fun returned and they spent more time than needed in the shower. When they did get out they took turns toweling off each other, then back to Craig’s room. They lay down on the bed together.

The moment in the shower had Adam confident that he could open up to Craig. As they held each other Adam told Craig about Ricky and all they did together. “I’ve never had a friend like him,” he said at one point. Then he told about his regression therapy and the sudden realization today that it had been good for him.

Encouraged by Adam’s openness, Craig told about his work with Dr. Morgan. Neither was surprised that they had worked on some similar issues.

When Craig was done Adam pulled him close and said “now I do have a friend like Ricky.”

“Good because I really like you.”

Intimacies done, the boys went back to being teen boys. A lot of time was spent on the computer but there was chatter of all kinds. They had fun making lunch together. Before Adam left later in the afternoon there were two more masturbation sessions. Adam knew he’d learned a lot about technique today.

Reluctantly Adam put on his clothes. Craig stayed naked, of course. At the door they agreed to chat the next day. By that day’s end, both would have new developments.

At both houses during dinner the fathers announced that his son would receive a maintenance spanking Sunday afternoon.

“I hope this not a regular thing,” had been Craig’s father’s ending comment.

Adam’s dad had a different closing remark. “We’ll do this as often as is necessary.” Both boys had said “yes, sir” when their fathers were done. Both went to sleep wondering just how things would go the next day.

After lunch Mr. Preston said to Adam “go up to your room and wait for me.” Adam was naked already so it was only a matter of waiting. This was his first maintenance from Dad so he had no idea what to expect. He didn’t know that Dad had had some long discussion with Dr. Morgan about how best to proceed.

The wait wasn’t long. Dad came in, sat in the chair, and said simply “you know what to do, son.” Adam placed himself over his father’s lap. A different spanker meant a different kind of spanking. This was not as hard as the few punishment spankings Dad had given him but it was a firmer maintenance than he’d ever received from Dr. Morgan. Was this Dad’s inexperience or did he intend to give memorable maintenance. Adam hated that word. No time to think about that now, however. His bottom was moving from sting toward burn. A few more swats and he was yelling and kicking.

“Stay still, son,” Dad said, his first comment so far. Adam did his best but he still yelled and squirmed a bit. The spanking did not continue for long. Without pause Dad got Adam to his feet. Adam was turned toward his father, Dad holding him by the lower arms.

“You will remember this, won’t you?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“Likely this is not your last maintenance spanking but it is my hope that you won’t need many more.”

“Yes, Sir.” The use of “sir” was a good sign, one that Dr. Morgan had said to be on the lookout for.

Now Dad gave Adam a hug. “We’re done.” Hug over, Dad left Adam to himself. Adam lay face down on his bed for a while. He never expected Dad would spank him like this, even after the few punishment spankings he’d received. The message was painfully clear, as it were.

Later than afternoon he heard his Skype beeping. It was Craig looking to cam. He did not look happy when he appeared on Adam’s screen.

“I just got a maintenance spanking,” he said, blushing slightly. “I hated it.”

“I got one earlier and it hurt!” Adam told him.

“Dr. Morgan’s doing?”

“I’m sure. There’s been a lot of talk about it.” They didn’t talk long but made plans to meet after school.

Both still felt stings all day Monday, reminders as intended. They trudged slowly to Craig’s house. Once there it was right up to Craig’s room, clothes coming off quickly. Automatically they hugged. “I’m sorry we have to put up with this,” Craig said as he held Adam. What “this” was needed no explanation.

“That’s life for us, I guess.” They broke apart and sat on the bed. There was a long talk, spankings the main topic but they also talked about school, kids there that they knew. Most importantly they talked about friendships and what they meant.

“We are friends now, aren’t we?” Adam asked when the talk was winding down. He was feeling a lot better about himself, thanks to Dr. Morgan, but needed reassurance from Craig.

“You have to ask?” Craig replied. That was all that was needed to bring on another long hug.

“I’d better get home,” Adam said after a glance at the clock. Both boys felt good about things as Adam made his departure.

At his weekly appointments with each boy Dr. Morgan saw a change, a change for the better, in each of them. He found it interesting that each of them was quite open about the spankings but were reluctant to delve into their new friendship. What little they did say told him a lot. Dr. Morgan was satisfied that bringing them together had proved to be a key part of their therapy.

A week later he heard from Mrs. Preston. She happily reported that Adam was a changed boy, respectful, obedient. By all signs even more attentive to his schoolwork, which never had been an issue, however.

She was most happy to report that Adam had a friend. “I understand he his one of your clients, too. However this came about, I think it’s been the best part of the therapy.”

“One of life’s serendipities,” Dr. Morgan told her.

As Adam and Craig became closer they told each other a lot about their therapies with Dr. Morgan. Craig was astonished by the idea of regression. “Did you like it? Didn’t you feel silly?” he asked.

“It was very weird at first but I sorta settled into it. I know now that I needed it, weird as that may seem.”

“Did he make you shave your pubes to be a little boy?”

Adam laughed. “No, not that. I think I would have really hated that.” Craig had an odd look on his face. “What are you thinking?” Adam asked warily.

“Just wondering how you’d look as a little boy.”

“Fat chance!”

The boys settled into their new lives as well-behaved boys and, more so, as friends. All thanks to Dr. Morgan. When summer came and there was no risk of being seen in the showers after gym, Craig did remove Adam’s pubic hair. It took a spanking to make Adam agree to it. Yet, he knew this was all in fun. In a way he liked getting spanked by his friend and there was something exciting about being shaved. When the adults commented he just said that he was trying something. By the time school started his bush was restored.

As for Dr. Morgan, cases needing regression were unusual. So far his success rate had been one hundred percent. Some teenage boys just needed to go back to being little boys in order to face growing up. No one ever was hurt by it. The boys did visit Dr. Morgan occasionally just to talk about how their lives were going.


This particular series ends here. I’ve received some nice comments about it, which I appreciate. Adam and Craig can move on to other adventures – there is much that Naked at Home could cause for them. There may be more clients for Dr. Morgan to help. I’m glad to get ideas on what could come next for all three.