Daniel and Dr. Morgan 1 and 2

By brhmsj

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Copyright 2025 by brhmsj, all rights reserved

[7,491 words]

Daniel and Dr. Morgan

Another age regression case for Dr. Morgan. This time he tries a new approach which in a way is experimental. However, the results are satisfying to all involved.


Perhaps the most unusual case for Dr. Morgan was a fifteen-year-old boy named Daniel, known by all as Danny. From all outward appearances he was typical of his age. He did well in school, was not without friends. Yet at home his parents noted behaviors, which Danny thought he kept hidden, that seemed to them almost infantile, like the boy wanted to be around six years old. Or younger. This concerned them. They had heard of Dr. Morgan and consulted him.

Danny’s parents did not feel that the situation was desperate, and their initial visits with Dr. Morgan were to ascertain whether or not they should be concerned.

“Danny seems well adjusted at school,” Danny’s father, Charles Montague, told the doctor after they’d chatted for a while. “He has some guys he hangs out with. I’d say no problems there.”

“What have you seen or heard that concerns you?” Dr. Morgan asked.

“It’s little things but they seem to add up,” Sharon Montague, Danny’s mother offered. “He has kept his toy cars, airplanes, trains that he played with until he was around eight. Like any kid that age, he had friends who liked the same things but we know they’re not doing that now.”

“Is he playing with them or just keeping them?”

“It’s hard to say,” she replied. “Sometimes when I pass his bedroom door it sounds like he’s playing with them, making car or airplane noises.”

“A couple of times when he’s left a room to use the toilet he’s said ‘I have to tinkie.’ That’s what he said when he was four.”

“Interesting,” Dr. Morgan said. After a moment he asked “is there anything more?”

“It’s hard to say, just a vague feeling of something, I guess,” Sharon said.

“I understand,” Dr. Morgan replied. He did understand. “Would Danny be willing to meet with me?”

“We’ll do our best to convince him that he should meet with you,” Charles said after exchanging a look with his wife.

“I can’t make any decisions until I’ve had some sessions with him. Minimally two.” The parents agreed and appointments were made.

The following week Danny’s parents took him to Dr. Morgan’s office after school. His parents knew he was quite unhappy about this but the little boy in him had worked to their advantage as he obeyed and accepted his fate, as it were. Charles and Sharon made the introduction. “We’ll go home, honey. It’s not a long walk for you. We’ll see you later.” With that, they left.

Danny took a seat. There was silence as man and boy assessed each other. Dr. Morgan thought that the term “comely lad” quite fit Danny. For Danny, Dr. Morgan did not appear to be intimidating. If anything, he looked quite friendly.

“So, Danny, tell me a bit about yourself and I’ll tell you about myself,” Dr. Morgan said after a minute or two.

“I dunno, I’m just a kid in high school. I have some friends, classes are ok.” He wasn’t sure what else to say.

“That doesn’t tell me great deal but it’s a start,” Dr. Morgan said with a smile. The doctor was expert at drawing out teens. He steered the conversation through favorite and least favorite classes, general information about friends, if there were any after-school activities that Danny enjoyed.

“I did some after-school stuff but everything I tried was kinda boring.”

“Did you have any issues with the other kids in any of these activities?”

“No, I just wanted to do other things.” He had given Dr. Morgan an ideal opening. The doctor asked about any hobbies. “Not a lot but I do like to collect some things.”

“Do tell.”

“Oh just model cars and things like that.” He didn’t let on what sort of model cars he meant. Dr. Morgan learned some more rather general things then the time was up.

“Would you be willing to meet again next week at this time, Danny?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Good. I’ll see you then.” They shook hands and Danny left.

The next week Danny arrived on his own. He’d been home after school before coming here. He must have taken the time to change clothes as he was not wearing the “uniform” that almost all boys his age wore. He couldn’t know that he was giving the doctor another opening to explore.

“What’s your t-shirt?” Dr. Morgan asked when they were settled.

“Oh it’s Indiana Jones. I think he’s cool.” Dr. Morgan hadn’t needed to ask as the shirt spoke for itself but he wanted to hear it from Danny.

“You like to wear shirts like that?”

“Yeah! I always have.” Danny quickly warmed to his subject. “I’ve always had cool shirts like this. Of course when I was little it was stuff like Spider Man, the Avengers. The Black Panther is cool.”

“That’s great. Do you still have some of those shirts?”

“All of them!” Danny stopped. This was his secret world and he was close to revealing things he wanted kept to himself.

“It must be nice to have things to remind you of those days.”

“Um, yeah, it’s cool, I guess.” Dr. Morgan let Danny pull himself together. The real probing
would begin now. Dr. Morgan was expert at talking around things, getting closer to the real issues at hand. As Danny talked he gave away indirectly that whatever he was doing with his souvenirs of his childhood, none of his friends were sharing in it. That fit what Danny’s parents told him. By the end of the hour Dr. Morgan felt that he was getting somewhere but today’s session had to end. That was fine as it meant he didn’t have to push the boy too hard.

“Next week again?”

“If you want.”

“I do.”

“OK, cool.” With that, Danny took his leave. Dr. Morgan was pleased at how quickly he was getting important information out of the boy. It usually took quite a few more sessions.

Danny was a bit guarded at the beginning of the next session. This wasn’t unusual as many boys could sense the potential to move into uncomfortable territory. Dr. Morgan knew how to play on enthusiasms and soon had Danny comfortable and chatty again.

“What are you wearing this week?” Dr. Morgan asked even though he could see that Buzz Lightyear was on the shirt.

“Oh this is Buzz. I think he’s funny and I like to wear Buzz stuff sometime.”

“Do you have other Buzz things?”

“You mean like. . .?”

“Other clothes, maybe. Some guys like action figures.” At the mention of action figures Danny reacted. This was good. Dr. Morgan was striking a nerve. Now he had to get the boy talking about his toys. “Nothing wrong with action figures. Look at that shelf,” he said as he pointed to one, “I have a few of my own.” He didn’t explain why he had them.

“Oh!” Danny was genuinely surprised. “I hadn’t looked there.”

“Go ahead and look.”

Danny walked to the shelf and surveyed the toys there. He knew about a lot of them and started talking about the various things. At one point he picked up a model car and said “this is one of my favorites.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth he had a look of embarrassment.

Dr. Morgan did not allude to Danny’s embarrassment. “I think that model is pretty cool, myself.” Then, very gently, “tell me, do you have one of your own.” Danny looked at the floor. “It’s just between us, so don’t be embarrassed. Having cool stuff is good.” Danny came back to where he had been seated.

“I do,” he began slowly. “I have, well, I have everything, I guess, from when I was a little boy. It just, I dunno, it just feels good to have it around.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” Dr. Morgan elicited some more information but Danny didn’t reveal if he played with his toys. As the hour was ending Dr. Morgan said “may I ask you a silly question?”

“Um. . . I guess so. . .” Danny felt there was something going on.

“What kind of underpants are you wearing today?” Danny blushed bright red.

“You won’t tell?” he barely whispered.

“You know I won’t. It’s up to you but you’re safe with me. You’ve got those cool shirts so I thought maybe you had some other cool things to wear. It just lets me know some more good stuff about you.”

“OK but you can’t tell my parents!” Dr. Morgan reiterated his promise. In a whisper Danny said “it’s Spider Man.”

“That’s great! Thanks for sharing,” Dr. Morgan said with a bit smile. “Now, time is up. I’ll see you next week.”

When Danny returned the next week his outfit was more of a little boy look but still subtle. He was wearing shorts which were quite short and were similar to the shorts worn by boys in a British boys school. Danny had nice legs, Dr. Morgan noted, and the shorts showed them to good effect.

This week Danny opened up about his toys though still didn’t admit that he played with them the way he did when he was pre-school. He said enough, though, that it was clear to the doctor. “Superman undies today,” he said at one point, without being prompted. Dr. Morgan gave his approval.

When the session was over Dr. Morgan was certain that this was a teen who was resisting abandoning his boyhood. This was not uncommon but as Danny’s parents had guessed, in this case it was quite strong. Dr. Morgan mulled over things. He could send Danny to the Puericil School but somehow that didn’t feel quite right in this circumstance. Dr. Morgan wasn’t sure if any sort of Puericil regimen really was what the boy needed. Plus he was interested enough in the case that he wanted to keep Danny near him. The next day he called the boy’s parents.

“I must say, Danny is quite an interesting case, from my point of view. Let me make it very clear that there is no need to fear anything regarding his behavior or development as a teen. I don’t think I’ve seen a boy, or girl for that matter, who is so well integrated socially in any sort of public setting but, apparently, so thoroughly regresses in private. There is nothing wrong with this as it hurts no one and does nothing to slow down his emotional growth. If he were bringing it into other parts of his life I might be concerned.”

The Montagues made no effort to hide their relief.

“If it is amenable to you I would like to try a therapy that I’ve never done before. In the past I’ve had teens stay with me for weekends so that I could work with them in a non-clinical setting. This has been very successful in the past. What I am suggesting is that Danny stay with me for a week. At the end of that we can determine if more time is needed. Is that something you feel comfortable with?”

The upshot was that they trusted the doctor. They said nothing to Danny, leaving it to Dr. Morgan to explain it at his next meeting with the boy. “I’d like to propose something to you so that we can spend some more time together. Would that interest you?”

“I guess so. . .” Danny said slowly. He had no idea where this might go.

“I’ve talked to your parents and they have given me permission to ask you if you’d like to stay at my house for a week.”

“What would I do?”

“That’s a good question. It would give us more time to talk, of course. We both are happy with the way our talks have been going.” Danny nodded. He had come to enjoy them. “You could bring you model cars and other special stuff and explain it to me. If you want.” Danny looked stunned. No one had shown him any interest it that.

“And you won’t tell?”

“I’ve told you before, of course I won’t tell.”

“Can I think about it and let you know?”

“I think that’s the best way to do it.” When the hour was up Danny seemed more chipper than he had been in the past after these session. A good sign.

What Dr. Morgan had not done so far was use the gently forced nudity which was so effective for boys with regression issues. He couldn’t say exactly what it was that made that a useful method but he always was pleased with the results. Danny’s naked time would come when he was at Dr. Morgan’s. The doctor hoped it would be effective with Danny. Sometimes just the shock of having to be naked uncorked a lot of things.

Danny’s parents arranged with the school for him to have a week’s special leave. When Dr. Morgan finished with his clients on Friday he drove to Danny’s house where the boy and his parents were waiting for him. While Danny’s outfit was essentially the same as it had been at his appointment, somehow he seemed even more boyish. Dr. Morgan liked that.

“Everything he needs is in his bag,” Sharon told Dr. Morgan.

“That’s fine. My house is well equipped so I’m sure he will need for nothing.” With that Danny said good bye and they were off. For most of the ride they chatted about things in general. As they were nearing the house Dr. Morgan said “we’re almost at my house. There are some rules you will need to follow while you are staying with me. You know already that you will not be allowed to phone your parents.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You will hand over your phone when we’re getting you settled.” Danny shifted uncomfortably in the seat. “Most important is that you will do whatever I tell you to do. No arguing, no bargaining. I am in charge and you obey. It is important that little boys do as they’re told.”

Mixed emotions filled Danny at hearing the words “little boys.” He felt some embarrassment, had a feeling that he should not be called that, mixed with a desire to be called exactly that. And to behave accordingly. He did his best to submerge that feeling.

In a couple of minutes they were pulling into the driveway. “Wow!” Danny said. “This looks like a great house! You really live here alone?”

Dr. Morgan smiled. “I think it’s pretty great and I do live here alone. But one thing about having a house this size is that I can have guests such as you.”

“It looks like there aren’t any neighbors.”

“They’re just far enough away that we can’t see each other’s houses. It means I have a nice secluded back yard. It’s a great place for little boys to play.” Danny was still absorbed with admiring the house so “little boys” had less impact this time.

When the car was parked Dr. Morgan said “get your bag and come with me.” He led the boy into the house through the front door. Danny was impressed again. Dr. Morgan gave him a quick tour of the main floor – living room, tv room, dining room, ample kitchen, a mud room leading to the door to the back yard. “Now, I’ll show your bedroom.” He led the boy upstairs to a surprisingly large room with a double bed. Danny’s eyes popped.

“I just have a little twin. This is cool.”

“I’m glad you like it. You have a full bath here,” as he indicated a door. Danny was amazed again. “Now, let’s get you settled. All you need from your bag is your toiletries and put them in the bathroom. If there is something you forgot, everything you need is already in there.” Danny pulled his toiletry bag out of the overnight bag and took it into the bathroom. It was easy to set up things as he wanted.

When he returned Dr. Morgan was holding his overnight bag. Danny instinctively reached for the overnight bag but Dr. Morgan stopped him. “I have all the clothes you need here already. While you are here you will wear the clothes I give you, dressing as I tell you to.”

Danny gulped, then quietly said “yes, sir.” Dr. Morgan was being very authoritative.

“Take off all your clothes and hand them to me, except for your sneakers.” Danny showed signs of protesting but remembered the rule. Slowly he undressed. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been naked in front of an adult other than his medical doctor. As he removed his shirt the memory of running around naked when he was four or five overcame him. He had no trouble removing the rest of his clothes.

“Superman, I see,” Dr. Morgan said with a smile when Danny revealed his briefs. Danny blushed adorably as he took them down. “You like him, I guess.”

“I do,” Danny replied as he handed over his last item of clothing. Dr. Morgan put everything into the overnight bag which he set aside.

“I’ll be keeping that until you leave.” He walked over to the bureau and opened a drawer. “This is what you are wearing today.” He pulled out what was revealed to be red Dr. Denton’s, complete with feet and back flap. Danny blushed again as it was handed to him. “It should fit.” Danny had never worn one so it initially it was a bit awkward but he got it on and it fit perfectly.

“I couldn’t find a super hero one but this will do. Just how little boys should look.” Danny was liking that phrase now. “Let’s chat in the living room, then you can help me prepare dinner.”

Most of the conversation involved Dr. Morgan learning what Danny liked to wear at home, what sort of pajamas he’d had as a little boy, what he wore to bed now. There were no surprises and, as he expected, Danny tended to wear clothes that made him look younger. He suspected that Danny had outfits for when he was alone in his room and no one saw him. That was for a later conversation.

“Good. Let’s go to the kitchen.” Dr. Morgan had prepped food before he left for work so there wasn’t much to do. It was an eat-in kitchen which was perfect for two. Danny set the table while Dr. Morgan made a salad. Things were put in the oven to warm up. They sat for their salads while food heated up. After salads Danny cleared the table and Dr. Morgan brought on the main course.

When they were done Dr. Morgan said “we can have dessert in a little while. In the meantime I’m sure you’d like to see the back yard.”

“Yes, please.” Danny was most impressed when he stepped through the door. The lawn was quite large, bigger than he would have guessed, bordered by flowers. There was a picnic table. Dr. Morgan showed him the two sheds, one had garden tools, the other was full of toys.

“Just the sorts of things that little boys like,” Dr. Morgan said, quite matter-of-factly. “When it gets hot I can set up the sprinkler.” He had pointed to it over in a corner. “Any little boy who has visited has loved it.” He could see that Danny had happy memories of romping in sprinklers in the summer heat. Shed closed, Dr. Morgan gave Danny a pat on the butt and said “in we go for dessert.” They went inside.

“I know little boys like ice cream. What’s your favorite flavor?”

“Oh, chocolate!”

“Chocolate it is.” Danny sat down and soon had a bowl of chocolate ice cream in front of him. He tried not to eat greedily.

“Wow, this is really good.”

“Yes. Only the best here.” As Dr. Morgan hoped, Danny showed signs of being tired. When the boy had finished his dessert Dr. Morgan said “it’s after nine o’clock. After your bedtime! Up you go!” Danny was stunned but obeyed. His progress up the stairs was slow, however. A couple of swats to his bottom had him moving faster.

“Get your teeth brushed and make sure you tinkle,” Dr. Morgan said when they reached the bedroom. He could see a reaction from the boy when he used the word “tinkle.” It might be quick work getting this boy the regression he needs, the doctor thought. While Danny was in the bathroom, Dr. Morgan pulled back the sheets.

When Danny returned Dr. Morgan said “in you go.” Danny climbed into the bed and the doctor tucked him in. “You’ve stayed up too late for a bedtime story. Maybe tomorrow.” Initially the idea of a bedtime story seemed weird but then the welcome familiar feeling of his childhood crept over him. Dr. Morgan turned out the light and shut the door.

It took Danny a few minutes to fall asleep. He was having trouble adjusting to wearing the Dr. Dentons in bed. For the last year or so he slept wearing just a pair of his father’s old boxers. “One way of recycling,” his mother had said with a laugh when Danny requested some. He liked the feel of the sheets on his bare skin when he was wearing only boxers. Between the Dr. Dentons and mention of having a set bedtime once again there came the memories of being a little boy. He fell asleep feeling happy and safe.




Daniel and Dr. Morgan, Chapter 2


When Danny woke up he had that momentary sensation of wondering where he was. Realizing that he was in Dr. Dentons was all he needed to remember that he was at Dr. Morgan’s house. He’d slept well in this very comfortable bed. Then he was quite aware that he had to pee. He jumped up and went into the bathroom.

Hearing the toilet flush let Dr. Morgan know that his guest was awake. He had been organizing breakfast. If Danny hadn’t woken up on his own, the doctor was going to rouse him. He went upstairs, gently knocked on the door, and waited for Danny’s response.

Surprised that anyone would do that Danny took a moment to answer. “Uh, come in.”

“How’s my little boy this morning?” Dr. Morgan asked as he entered. Danny was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Great! I love this bed!”

“I’m glad you do.” Dr. Morgan came over and gave the boy a hug which was happily received and returned. Interesting, Dr. Morgan thought, that he isn’t particularly fighting the intimations of regression. A need was being met.

“You’re a good boy, you didn’t wet the bed,” Dr. Morgan said. Danny blushed deeply at this comment.

“I don’t do that anymore!” Danny sounded annoyed. Dr. Morgan took this as another good sign.

“I didn’t think you did but I wanted to make sure. I always keep diapers in case a little boy visitor has any problems.”

“Well, I don’t want a diaper!” Danny sounded like a four-year-old who was successfully toilet trained. Another good sign.

“Of course you don’t!” Dr. Morgan hugged him again. “I have breakfast ready so let’s get this off you so you can wash up and get ready.” Dr. Morgan started unzipping the Dr. Dentons. Danny let him, happy to get out of the outfit which he was finding constraining. Unlike yesterday, Danny showed signs of being relieved to be naked. Dr. Morgan took time to assess the teen. He was well into puberty, as was to be expected. His genitals were average but certainly nothing to cause embarrassment. The doctor took note that morning wood had gone down. He didn’t think Danny had had enough time to masturbate so it must have settled of its own accord.

“Off you go!” Dr. Morgan said after a moment. He watched as Danny went into the bathroom. A lovely bottom, too! Dr. Morgan gathered up the Dr. Dentons and put them away in the bureau. This would be a naked breakfast for his little boy. He went back down to the kitchen, leaving Danny to discover on his own that there was no clothing waiting for him when he got out of the bathroom. This was always an important and interesting moment with a new boy, the realization that he had to be naked. Most often there was a great show of modesty and questioning why he had to be without clothes. A couple of boys had come downstairs happily naked, but they were exceptions.

In a moment there were slow steps on the stairs, followed by Danny peering around the door. He wasn’t hiding his nakedness but also wasn’t putting it on display.

“Um, my pajamas were gone. I wasn’t sure if I should. . .” He broke off and there was a momentary silence.

Dr. Morgan smiled at him. “You did the right thing, little man. I’ll get you your clothes at the proper time. Now, what do you like for breakfast? I have some cereals that I know little boys like.” Danny blushed slightly at the repeated reference to “little boy” but he was smiling, too. He was liking this, even if naked. He selected a cereal he had enjoyed before he was old enough to go to school.

“Good choice. Here’s where you sit.” It was, essentially, a high chair. Danny’s eyes widened a bit but he didn’t protest. Dr. Morgan helped him (not necessary) with a hand to his round bottom. Little did he know that that bottom would be spanked, though as it turned out, not today.

Danny ate his cereal with great delight. There was toast, too, orange juice and, of course, plenty of milk for a growing boy. Dr. Morgan ate his own breakfast.

“Wow! This was great,” Danny said enthusiastically. “I haven’t had this kind of cereal in a. . .” Suddenly he hesitated. “In a long time, I guess.” An expected response to the regression that was, essentially, forced on him.

“I’m glad. OK, now that we’re done, let’s get you upstairs and dressed for the day.” Dr. Morgan helped Danny out of the chair as if he were a four-year-old. Danny didn’t completely accept the help but also didn’t fight it. “Up you go,” Dr. Morgan said with a loving swat to the tempting bare bottom. Danny scrambled up the stairs and was sitting on the bed when Dr. Morgan arrived.

“Good boy.” Dr. Morgan said then turned to the bureau. He opened a drawer and pulled out underpants and a pair of socks. “Here’s something different I found for undies. Monsters, Inc.! I think that sounds like fun.” It definitely did, judging by the reaction. “The weather is warm so you can wear shorts today.” From another drawer he withdrew a pair of blue shorts which appeared to be quite short. Like little boy shorts, Danny thought. He felt embarrassed that he’d reacted that way, even though he said nothing. “Now, what would be a good shirt?” Dr. Morgan said as he opened another drawer. “Let’s try this.” The shirt wasn’t a super hero but rather had pictures of baseballs, basketballs, hockey pucks, and other sports things on it. Not what Danny liked but the message that he had no choice had gotten through.

Let’s get you dressed,” the doctor said. He helped Danny with everything, starting with the underpants. Danny was aware that Dr. Morgan patted his penis when the underpants were in place. It had been a long time since anyone pulled a shirt over Danny’s head for him. He liked feeling it again. Socks were last. “If we go outdoors you can put on sneakers or just take your socks off. It’s warm enough.”

“Can we go in the back yard?” Danny asked.

“Of course we will. It’s a good place to play. Maybe if you behave I’ll turn on the sprinkler so you can play in it.”

“Oh yay!” Danny said, very much in little boy mode.

“But now I want to go to the playroom in the basement and chat. You do know that your time here is like the office visits except that we have all week and don’t need to cram things into short sessions.”

“Do we have a week’s worth of stuff?”

“You’d be surprised. Maybe the last day or two can be just playtime.” Danny liked that idea. “I’m sure you’ll like some of the things in the playroom.” Dr. Morgan took his hand and led him down the two flights of stairs.

“Wow!” Danny said when he saw the room. Shelves with books for kids, all sorts of toys, even puzzles and games. He felt slightly overwhelmed by it all and the emotions he was feeling.

“You like it?”

“Oh yes!”

“Good. We can play with some things in a little while. I have some Matchbox cars which I think you’ll like.”

“Cool! That’s what I have.”

“Sit right there,” he indicated a comfortable chair, “and tell me about them.”

Some of Danny’s story was familiar to Dr. Morgan in terms of the behavior he described. Some other things were a bit different. Danny always had a good group of friends and continued to have good group. From what his parents had said, these all were good kids, smart and interested in more than just hanging around a mall. As Danny talked it was clear that he was very fond of some, mostly boys, and seemed to be close to a couple, though he didn’t seem aware of just how close. That was interesting. Two or three he’d played with as long as he could remember.

This all was good. There didn’t seem to be any traumas in his background. A pretty normal kid, from all appearances.

Yet, he also wanted to stay four or five years old and do things he did at that age. Dr. Morgan had treated other boys with such issues but sooner or later a fairly specific reason was revealed. So far what Danny had said wasn’t providing clues to be followed up on. Dr. Morgan’s assessment was that he’d have to dig deep which was why he wanted the boy for a week.

The morning went quickly. Dr. Morgan had learned about Danny’s immediate and extended family. Things his family did, such as vacations. Nothing unusual there. He had begun talking about friends. All these memories seemed happy.

“Would you like some lunch? I have some good sandwiches upstairs.”

“Sounds good,” Danny said. Dr. Morgan noticed him giving a long look at the Matchbook cars. Perhaps they would open a door. Upstairs Danny seemed a bit pensive.

“Thinking about those Matchbook cars?” Dr. Morgan asked him.

“Yeah, just remembering things.”

Dr. Morgan didn’t want to use lunch as part of a therapy session. However once his food was in front of him Danny started chattering away about Matchbook cars. He had a wealth of knowledge. Rather remarkable, really.

While Danny talked Dr. Morgan thought about what else he wanted to do with the boy today. His usual routine with a boy staying for at least two nights was to spank him on the first full day. He very much wanted to spank Danny but the boy, so far, had done nothing remotely to deserve such discipline. Sometimes it was important to spank just to reinforce authority and let the boy know that he could be spanked at any time.

How much more casual therapy should go on? They had a full week together. Naked playtime was needed, too, of course. It will be interesting to see how he opens up when naked given that he’d been fairly forthcoming so far. Still, there always were secrets that needed revealing.

“Would you like to play outside this afternoon?”

“Sure, I guess. I saw that you had some great trucks and things out there.”

“Yes. I’m sure you’d like to see them. It won’t be hot enough today for the sprinkler but definitely later in the week. Did you ever run naked through a sprinkler?”

The doctor saw that Danny was blushing slightly. It seems he’d hit a nerve. He decided that after lunch they’d go to sit in the back yard. He’d see if he could get Danny to tell about running naked through a sprinkler. Maybe a good time to get him out of his clothes, too.

When they finished their sandwiches, Dr. Morgan gave Danny a smile and said “do you think you deserve a little dessert?”

“Uh, I guess so. I haven’t been a bad boy today.” He looked at the doctor for affirmation. Dr. Morgan was pleased that Danny had called himself a boy.

“That you have. The real dessert will be tonight but you can have one of my favorite oatmeal cookies.” The cookie was of a good size. Danny made short work of it. “Let’s get the kitchen cleaned up.” He directed Danny on what he wanted done. The boy followed directions well. Did he show signs of wanting to play “grown up”?

“Good work, little guy. Let’s go outside.” At the door he said “better take off your socks.” Danny seemed glad to do so. Dr. Morgan had cushioned lawn chairs on the patio section just out the door. “Sit down.” Danny did. “Let me tell you about the garden here.” He was pleased that Danny showed genuine interest. Most boys did not.

“Would you like to run around the yard for a bit?” Danny said that he’d like to explore. “Go ahead but don’t get your clothes dirty!” Dirty clothes would justify a spanking but he felt fairly sure that Danny would not be rolling around on the grass today.

Danny inspected some of the plants. “May I look in the toy shed?” he asked after a while. Dr. Morgan said “of course.” The shed proved not to be as interesting as the playroom, at least from Danny’s point of view. A couple of soccer balls that could be kicked around caught his eye. As he was leaving he noticed a paddle hanging on the back of the door. What was that about?

When he returned to Dr. Morgan the doctor said “nap time for the little boy. Let’s get your feet washed before you go inside.” Dr. Morgan could tell that Danny very much wanted to protest having a nap but he controlled himself. Would he slip at some point?

There was a hose which Dr. Morgan used for the feet washing. The water was cold which made Danny squeal. Adding some tickling of his feet made for a lot of fun. “In you go!” An affectionate swat to his butt sent Danny into the house. “Go right up!”

When they got to the bedroom Dr. Morgan said “let’s get you out of these clothes.” Danny let him undress him completely. When the boy was naked Dr. Morgan turned down the sheets. “Have a nice nap. I’ll wake you up in a couple of hours.” Danny didn’t want to get into bed at all but did. He didn’t think he’d fall asleep but it seemed only minutes before Dr. Morgan returned.

While Danny was sleeping Dr. Morgan went to his office to make notes on how things were going so far. In some ways faster than he expected but he didn’t feel he was getting near the root of things. He knew that some boys simply didn’t want to grow up. Some even chose to go on Puericil but he still didn’t want to go that direction with Danny. It didn’t feel right. Maybe there wasn’t really a “problem” here and the boy should be left alone to do what he wanted in the privacy of his room. He didn’t seem unhappy but parental concern should be honored.

Keeping the boy naked until bedtime could make for some interesting observations as to how the boy reacted to the lengthy enforced nudity. He hadn’t seemed particularly uncomfortable at breakfast, once he accepted that he was not allowed clothes. Playing naked downstairs would wait for tomorrow. Danny’s naked time would be spent in the den where he could read or look at comic books, of which there was a good supply. Boys of all ages liked comics.

Around four o’clock Dr. Morgan let himself into Danny’s room. Danny had kicked the covers off in his sleep, leaving his bottom on display. It certainly was a nice sight! Dr. Morgan had put Danny’s clothes away when he undressed him, ensuring that there was nothing for Danny to wear.

Dr. Morgan gently shook Danny who woke up fairly quickly. He rolled over, presenting an erection. Not bad, the doctor thought. He’d need to investigate Danny’s masturbation habits but that could wait for a while.

“Nice nap?”

“I guess so. I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep.”

“Go wash your face and come down. You can sit in the den until dinner. I think you’ll find things there that you’ll enjoy.” With the doctor left.

There were no clothes to be seen. Now Danny did wonder a bit what the lack of clothes was about. As he washed he did have some memories of romping about naked as a little boy, sometimes with neighbor kids, including one who still was a friend. His erection faded quickly, much to his relief. It was a bit embarrassing to have Dr. Morgan see him hard.

When he came downstairs he saw no sign of the doctor. Danny went to the empty den and looked about. Some books that might be interesting. A couple of piles of comics. Now those looked like fun!

About an hour passed before Dr. Morgan looked in on Danny. The boy was lying face-down on the floor reading a comic book, surrounded by others. Seeing his lovely bottom reinforced Dr. Morgan’s desire to spank it.

“Having fun?” Dr. Morgan asked.

“These are great!”

Dr. Morgan sat in the middle of the couch. “Please switch from lying on the floor to lying over my lap,” the doctor said as he patted a thigh.

“Are you going to. . .?

“Not today,” the doctor replied enigmatically. Danny had a nervous look but did drape himself over the lap. He was quite aware that this was a classic spanking position but there also was a
feeling of security, even of being loved. Dr. Morgan gently rubbed the lovely bottom.

“I know you understand that what we’re doing this week is like one long office visit.”

“Yes, sir.”

“This way we can talk uninterrupted. I hope you can feel as you do at home and do the things you would do there.”

“You mean like my. . .”

“Your cars and other toys? Yes. You’ve seen that I have plenty of those things. You are free to play with them. Will you mind if I watch sometimes?”

“Um, I don’t know.”

“Understood.” Dr. Morgan had steadily been caressing Danny’s bottom. Inevitably the boy began to get hard, his erection pressing into Dr. Morgan’s thigh. He shifted a bit on the lap. Dr. Morgan was very aware of the boy’s embarrassment.

“Um, I’m. . .” Danny said in a plaintive voice.

“I know. Boys your age get hard all the time, sometimes when they don’t want to.” Danny gave a nervous laugh. “It is nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ve seen plenty of boys your age with erections. I’m sure when you were a little boy you’d get hard sometimes when your mother gave you a bath.”

“Yeah, I guess I did.”

“It felt good, didn’t it?” Danny confirmed that it had. “Well, then, you have the same freedom to get hard and enjoy it here. We’re exploring together those times that you miss. You need to feel free to do whatever you need to do to recreate whatever it was that you miss.”

For the first time since they’d been meeting Danny asked “is there something wrong with me for feeling that way?”

“Not at all, my boy. Part of my practice is working with teen boys who, for whatever reason, don’t want to leave those comfortable little boy days behind. Most boys continue with certain kinds of childish behavior that they don’t or can’t hide. Do you know why you keep it all to yourself?”

“No. It’s like I have two lives, I guess. I like being my age but sometimes I want to be five again.”

“I’m going to do two things with you tomorrow. First, I will shave off all your body hair.” He felt Danny stiffen in reaction. The standard reaction. “You were smooth when you were five and this will help you recreate the feeling. After you’ve been shaved I will give you what we call a maintenance spanking.”

“Wha. . .?”

“I’ll explain before I spank you. For now, when was your last spanking? Don’t be shy. Many boys get spanked up until they graduate high school.” Danny was quiet. A couple of his friends had confided that they still were spanked occasionally. Always naked, too. Danny remembered getting hard when he was told.

This was an embarrassing topic, as it would be for any teen boy. “I was. . . Do I have to tell?”

“Yes, son. It is important, it helps me understand your life. Had you done something that deserved a spanking?”

“Um, yes. . . I. . . It was this last summer. I stayed out late with my friend Howie from next door. Dad is strict about what time I have to be home at night. So is Howie’s dad. He told me to go right to bed but that I’d get a spanking the next day. I knew he meant it.”

“Curfews are important, son.”

“I know but we lost track of time. It happens!” Dr. Morgan said nothing. “Do I have to tell you more?” Danny asked after a pause.

“Yes, you do.”

“Well, at breakfast, with my mother right there, he said that he’d spank me when he got home from work and if I kept him waiting it would be worse. I always get spanked in my room. I take off my clothes then, when I’m in my briefs, he lectures me and makes me confess again why I’m getting spanked. Then he takes my briefs down and off and pulls me over his lap. This was just a hand spanking, but his spankings always hurt.”

“Does he make you cry when he spanks you?”

“Sometimes if he thinks I deserve it but not this time.”

“Do you know if Howie got spanked?”

“Oh yes. He gets spanked more than I do.”

“So, you do know that teens get spanked. No one likes to admit that, I know. Do you know about maintenance spankings?”

“No, sir. I mean, I’ve heard the term but no one has ever told me about it. If anyone I know gets them I don’t know about it.” Dr. Morgan carefully explained the philosophy of maintenance spankings, what kind of schedule a father might devise, how serious they might be.

“A regular maintenance spanking does not preclude a spanking for specific infractions.” Danny nodded.

“Have you known Howie for a long time?”

“Yeah, they’ve always lived next door. He has an older brother who already is in college. Our families did a lot of stuff together so Howie just has always been there.”

“What sort of things did you do with him?”

“Our Matchbook cars and other models a lot of the time. Sometimes we’d go exploring in the woods. We even tried taking our clothes off a couple of times but there were too many bugs.” They both chuckled. “I guess we were naked together a lot, especially for baths. Both of our moms would say things like ‘You’re filthy! I can’t let you go home like that.’” Danny laughed at the memory. “It was fun.”

“Did you both get hard sometimes?”

“Sure. When we were alone sometimes we’d compare our sizes.”

“Does Howie still have his toys that you both played with?”

“I think so, but I think they’re packed up. He has other stuff in his room now.”

“But you have kept your cars and toys.”

“Yes, I. . .” He wasn’t sure what to say.

“That’s fine, don’t worry about it. We can discuss this further. I’m sure you’re hungry because I am!” Dr. Morgan had a robe for Danny to wear until bedtime.

Bedtime was nine o’clock again. This night Danny was given no nightwear. He couldn’t remember ever sleeping fully nude. When he woke up in the morning it struck him that he had quite enjoyed it.