Joey 2: Joey Visits the Clinic
(nc, otk, femdom, fg/b, Ff/mb, fg/mb, gg/mb)
by Nialos Leaning

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copyright 1998 by Nialos Leaning, all rights reserved.
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It depicts preteen
and young teen boys being repeatedly spanked, humiliated and
otherwise punished by their mothers and sisters.  
                                                       
THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT DEPICTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY
BY AND BETWEEN MINORS, MOSTLY FORCED AND NON-CONSENSUAL ON
THE BOY'S PART.  
                                                       
The story takes place in female dominated environments,
where boys are subject to additional indignities and
embarrassments.                                  
                                                       
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"This story is pure fantasy, written for the enjoyment of
adults.  Behavior depicted in this story may in real life be
illegal or considered by society to be abusive, harmful,
unacceptable or undesirable.  The author neither advocates,
condones nor personally engages in any such behavior."

"This story, as is all fiction, is fantasy and not reality.
The author does recognize the difference between the two.
Please do understand that some of us, including the author,
enjoy such fantasy material."

"Compliments and constructive criticism are always welcome."
 
* * *

Joey Visits the Clinic
by Nialos Leaning


Author's Preface:

"Joey learns the Hard Way," the predecessor to this story,
was not intended as anything but a one time, stand alone
effort.  I had no plans to make it a series, or to write a
sequel.  Fans of that story had other ideas, however.  I've
received more requests for additional Joey stories than all
my other stories combined.  So, not so reluctantly bowing to
fan demand, the saga of Joey continues.

As was "Joey Learns the Hard Way," this story is first and
foremost a spanking story.  Spanking is the punishment of
choice.  Anything else the boys are subjected to is either
an additional punishment ancillary to their spankings or is
a result of being in a female dominated environment.  Some
of these additional punishments and humiliations create a
nasty predicament for the boys. Refusal or inability to do
as ordered results in another spanking.  But doing as
ordered will also inevitably lead to a spanking.  

From time to time, I've been told that my stories depict a
child's worse nightmare.  In the neighborhood I grew up in,
the protracted and repeated spankings and long periods of
forced nudity that are common to my stories certainly were
among the worse nightmares imaginable to us preteen kids.

However, among the boys an even worse nightmare was that of
the Bogeyman.  The Bogeyman who snatched boys who after dark
wandered more than a block or so from home.  The Bogeyman,
who, if you were lucky, merely sent you home naked after
stripping and spanking you.  The Bogeyman, who, if you
weren't so lucky, after stripping and spanking you, not only
sent you home naked but also as less than all boy.  I
explore this latter fear in this story.

The opinions and attitudes expressed by Joseph Patrick
Donohue are strictly his and not those of the author.
Despite springing from the author's imagination, all of the
author's characters have minds and personalities of their
own.  They're all much too smart to adopt the author's.

TaraKLamp is a registered trademark of the manufacturer,
TaraMedic Corporation Sdn Bhd, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.  All
TaraKLamps used in this story were obtained legally by
licensed medical professions from authorized distributors.  

This story is pure fiction, absolute fantasy straight from
the almost always strange and convoluted imagination of the
author.

Nialos Leaning
Somewhere in Cyberspace
April, 1998

* * *

Joseph Patrick Donohue, age 11, was very unhappy this Friday
afternoon. He was crying as he made his way to his room to
undress.  Ever since his punishment at the Coughlin's a week
ago, he, a superior male, had been treated by the inferior
females of the house as their lesser, completely subject to
their control.

His bedroom and bathroom were completely open to the view of
all, the doors and hallway walls having been removed.  As a
sign of respect to his mother, sisters and any visiting
females, he had to be naked whenever at home.  Only the
impolite terms for his private parts and what they did could
be used.  Any female could at any time order him to jerk
off.  To refuse would be disrespect.  He had to let his two
sisters play with his dick and balls whenever they wanted,
refusing was disrespect.  Whether he or his sisters did the
masturbating, having one of his dry cums without permission
was disrespect.  Not being able to have one when so ordered
was also disrespect.

The penalty for disrespect was a very hard spanking and
being made to have an erection for four hours.  During the
four hours, losing the erection or any other disrespect,
meant more spanking.

He, a boss of the universe by virtue of being male, was
being bossed about by lowly females who had no right to do
so, they weren't his fellow males.  They weren't treating
him as the man he was, they weren't even treating him as a
boy, they were treating him as nothing more than a toy!  It
wasn't right, it wasn't fair.  It was supposed to be the
other way around, the men ordering the just barely human
females about.

All this was contributing to his sobbing.  But the main
cause was his mom's announcement when he came home from
school that he and the Coughlin boys would while staying
naked be visiting a special clinic tomorrow.  A clinic run
by a lady doctor who knew how to treat boys just like them.  

If only Joey had known what "treatment" at the clinic really
meant, his crying would had been much more vociferous.
                                                 
* * *

"I'll sure miss this," said twelve-year-old Mary as her
stroking fingers brushed against the tip of Joey's dick.

"Yeah, me too," chimed in ten-year-old Sally.

"What do you mean?" a terrified Joey asked his sisters.

"Never you mind, you'll find out when you see the doctor,"
replied Mary.

Joey cried.  All morning his sisters had been dropping
hints.  Hints about his dick, as in missing.  At least they
hadn't said anything about his balls.  Yet.

"Please, mom," the sobbing Joey begged as his mom walked in
the room, "don't let them cut my dick off."

Joey's mom squeezed his balls, hard.  Joey screamed.
"That's for begging," said his mother.

"I'm sorry," Joey managed to croak in response.  He knew the
rule.  Beg, question, argue, protest or refuse, and his
balls would  swiftly feel excruciating pain.  Maybe that was
why no one had said anything about the doctor doing anything
to his balls.

"Glad to hear it," responded Mrs. Donohue.  "Besides, it's
too soon for you to worry.  You won't know what Dr. Mathison
will be doing until we get to the clinic."  To his mother's
amusement, this statement only increased Joey's anxiety and
crying.

During all this, Mary had continued to masturbate her
brother.  Despite his discomfort, he was suddenly gasping
and shuddering with one of his dry cums.  Embarrassing as it
was, he still fervently hoped it wouldn't be his last, that
there would be more after today.

"You didn't have permission," shouted Mary as she slapped
her brother's behind.

"Yeah," added Sally, "and he didn't say he was cumming."

"Double spanking," announced his mother.  "First from Sally,
than Mary.  Thirty each with the brush.  You can also give
thirty hand smacks, it you want."

Joey walked over to Sally without protest.  He didn't want
another painful reminder in the balls.  He immediately
positioned himself over her lap.  Just as immediately,
almost magically it seemed to Joey, Sally had a hairbrush in
her hand.  It was beyond him how the dreaded wood backed
hairbrushes always seemed to be in the same room as him.
Perhaps they cloned themselves?

Joey shouted out in pain as the first stroke of the brush
struck his behind.  Sally couldn't hit as hard as Mary or
his mom, but she still could make that brush sting and burn.
Sally commenced a steady attack upon her brother's helpless
rear end.  Joey knew not to even think about using his hands
to protect his bottom.  Such a sign of disrespect would
bring terrible retribution and repeated spankings all
weekend.  Sally soon had Joey's behind glowing a healthy
pink.  Joey in turn was kicking his legs about, continuously
crying, and letting out a bellow of pain with each blow.

After thirty painful smacks, Sally stopped.  As he was
supposed to, he immediately got off her lap.  Sally handed
her sobbing brother the brush.  He carried it, and himself,
over to Mary.  Taking the brush, she laid it aside.  Unlike
her weaker younger sister, she intended to give Joey a full
dose of her hand before using the hairbrush.

All too soon for Joey, Mary's hand was busy at work
punishing his already sore behind.  Time after time, her
hand inflicted suffering upon her brother's bottom.  Joey's
rear took on a reddish hue.  His crying was louder, his
kicking more furious, his shouts more of a shrieking than
with Sally's spanking.  Mary's hand spanks hurt more than
Sally's hairbrush ones.  Finally, mercifully, Mary's hand
descended for the thirtieth time.  Her hardest slap yet,
eliciting a particularly sorrowful howl from Joey.

Before Joey had recovered from Mary's last hand spank, the
first stroke of the hairbrush landed upon his ravished
bottom.  In very short order, Joey's crying and shrieking
gave way to a steady ear splitting howling.  His legs were
violently scissoring at a frenzied pace, as if they were
trying to run away.  Mary's finishing stroke struck a very
crimson, very hot, very sore bottom.

As soon as he was off his sister's lap, Joey set about doing
an energetic banshee dance.  Tears streamed down his face.
His sobbing could be heard throughout the house.  Somehow,
he managed to avoid the disrespect of rubbing his burning
behind.

"Joey," reminded his mother, "you have three minutes to get
a boner."

Without stopping his dance, Joey grabbed his dick and began
rubbing.  He was hard in under a minute.  

A few minutes later, the somewhat calmed Joey realized that
the four hours he would have to keep his hard on wouldn't be
over until after they returned from the clinic.  If he still
had a dick when they returned.  "Please, mom," he asked at
the risk of his balls, "can I wear some clothes to the
clinic?"

To his surprise, his mother's hand didn't descend to his
balls.  Probably because he asked a real question instead of
questioning an order.  To his further surprise, she said,
"yes, if that's what you want."

"Yes, please," answered Joey.

"Sally," said her mother, "please go to my room and bring
down Joey's clothes that are on the chair."

Sally returned carrying a tee shirt, a size too small pair
of Joey's underpants, socks and shoes.  As if he was a
little baby, Joey's mom put the shirt on him.  To Joey's
dismay, it was so short it didn't even cover up his belly
button.  Next she put on the underpants, hooking the
waistband under his privates.

"Please, mom," pleaded Joey, "do I have to wear them like
this?"

Immediately his balls suffered the consequence of his
protest.  He doubled over in agony.  Fortunately, his hard
on didn't wilt.  

"Yes you do," answered his mother.  "How are you going to
show us, and the people at the clinic, respect if your boner
is all covered up?"

"Well, than, can I go naked, like you said yesterday?" asked
Joey.

"No you can't. You asked for clothes, you'll wear these
clothes, just as I've put them on you."

"Yes, mom," replied the dejected Joey.

* * *

Joseph Patrick Donohue felt so silly this Saturday morning,
dressed as he was.  In his underwear, with his balls and
hard dick hanging out for all to see.  As embarrassing as
going to the clinic naked would be, this was much worse.

His crying, which had subsided since his spanking, picked up
again.  His worries about the clinic and the future of his
privates returned.  Ridiculous as he looked right now, that
was still better than if he had to return home without some,
or all, of his boy parts.

For a week now, his universe had been in a shambles.  The
insignificant females had gained absolute authority over him
and his body.  Over him, a male of the species who should by
rights be their master.

If only Joey knew what his immediate future held, his worry
and foreboding would had been magnified many, many fold.

* * *

"Sally," ordered her mother, "grab hold of Joey's dick."  

"Yeah," a giggling Sally gleefully replied.

"And Joey, like last week, you just better cum while we're
outside, before we reach the Coughlin's."

Joey was as horrified at this command as he had been last
week.  What if the neighbors saw him in his silly get up,
boner showing?  Worse,  what if they saw him cum?  With
Sally roughly pulling on his dick, the Donohue's made their
way through the back yard to the Coughlin's house next door.

Just before reaching the Coughlin's back door, Joey shook
with another dry cum.  Shameful as cumming in public was,
Joey was grateful to have avoided another spanking.

Eleven-year-old Kelly answered the door.  "Come in," she
invited.  "Everyone's in the living room, the boys are being
spanked."

Following the hurrying Kelly, the Donohue's soon saw for
themselves that the Coughlin boys were indeed being spanked.
Joey's friend, the naked ten-year-old Eddie, was draped over
his older sister's lap.  Fourteen-year-old Betty was showing
no mercy to her brother's already crimson bottom.  Eddie
howled and wailed like a crazed madman as stroke after
stroke of the hairbrush further tortured his sore behind.
Over on his mother's lap, Danny, thirteen and also naked,
wasn't faring any better.

Soon, the spankings ended.  Ignoring her shrieking, prancing
boys, Judy Coughlin greeted her guests.  "Katie, girls,
welcome."

"Quite an impressive show, Judy, " said Mrs. Donohue.  "What
did they do?'

"Yeah," echoed Sally, "what did they do?"

"Well," came the reply, "Danny tried using his hands to
cover up when Mrs. Covington dropped in.  That's playing
with himself without permission."

"Doesn't that mean," asked Mary, "that he has to beat off
for the next four hours?"

"Sure does," answered Kelly.

"And," added Betty, "mom said the six cum and once-an-hour
rules don't apply."

Joey felt sorry for the older boy.  The Coughlin family rule
was that between them the females could make or order Danny
to cum six times in a day, but not more than once an hour.
For Eddie, who like Joey was hairless and unable to yet
squirt, it was twelve times.  Any cumming the boys did on
their own during a four hour boner or jerking penalty didn't
count.  Danny was going to get plenty of spankings.  Each
time he came without permission in the next four hours.
Each time he lost his erection, except for five minutes
after cumming.  Each time he couldn't cum when ordered.
With the six time and once an hour rules out the door, his
sisters were sure to order him to cum many, many times.
Especially at the clinic.

By now, both Danny and Eddie had produced boners.  In
keeping with his punishment, Danny continued masturbating
himself.

"Yeah," Sally asked, "what did Eddie do?"

"He had the nerve, the tenacity," said his mother, "to ask
to wear clothes to the clinic."

"Joey did the same thing," said Katie Donohue.  "You can see
his penalty."

"I like it," replied Judy Coughlin.  "I bet you wish you
were naked right now, don't you?"

Joey didn't reply.  Immediately, his mom's hand was doing
its agonizing torture act on his balls.  Joey screamed.
"Answer Mrs. Coughlin," his angry mother ordered.

"Yes, ma'am, I do," Joey managed to answer in a much higher
pitched voice than normal.

Unfortunately, this last assault on his balls caused Joey to
soften somewhat.  Not wishing to endure a spanking for
disrespect, he vigorously began imitating the masturbating
Danny.

Suddenly, Danny was spurting onto the wooden floor.  "I'm
cumming," he shouted out.

Almost at the same moment, Joey had an unwanted by him dry
cum.  He remembered this time to make his own "I'm cumming"
announcement.

"Danny, that was without permission," said his mother.
"Back to Mary for another spanking."

"And you, young man," proclaimed Joey's mother, "are to get
out of those underpants and go to Kelly for your spanking."
The boys, knowing better than to protest, went over to their
designated spankers.  Kelly was delighted to have a new
bottom to spank.  Joey was mortified with embarrassment. Bad
as it was that his own sisters spanked him, now a neighbor
girl his own age was also about give him a spanking.

Which promptly began.  Once more Joey was amazed at the
magical powers of the hairbrush to be where he was.  Once
more Joey was shouting and wiggling as the brush did its
duty upon his behind.  Once more, as the pain intensified,
he was howling and kicking in utter distress.  Once more,
when the spanking ended, he was dancing a not-so-merry jig,
tears streaming down his face.

Danny's spanking was every bit as devastating as Joey's, an
almost exact duplicate.  Danny shouted, Danny wiggled, Danny
howled, Danny kicked, Danny danced.

"Three minutes are almost up," said Mrs. Donohue as she
brought Joey's underpants over.  Joey immediately started a
furious wanking, not wanting any more spankings this
morning.  Somehow, as his mom held them open for him, he
managed to step into the legs of his underpants without
missing a beat on his dick.  To his immense relief, by the
time she had once more hooked the waistband under his
privates, he had a boner.  On the other side of the room,
Danny had resumed jerking off.

"Okay, everyone," said Mrs. Coughlin, "time to go to the
clinic."

* * *

Joseph Patrick Donohue was miserable riding in the Coughlin
van this late Saturday morning. So far, the van ride had
been horrible.  Both he and Eddie had managed to have two
dry cums each.  Danny had shot once without permission.
This meant Mrs Coughlin stopped the van a total of three
times, for five spankings to be administered to already red
and sore bottoms.  Danny's sisters ordered him to cum two
additional times, which somehow, he was able to do.

The Coughlin girls, whom he was sitting between, were given
permission to play with his dick.  His sisters had
permission to do likewise with the Coughlin boys.  This is
what had caused all the cums that had gotten the three boys
spanked.  Like his sisters earlier, Betty and Kelly were
constantly hinting at missing a part of him.  His sisters
were doing the same thing to Eddie.  For some reason, no one
said anything about missing any of Danny.

Both preteens were crying the entire trip.  Joey, being a
novice to Eddie's three years of female subjugation, was
near hysteria.  Somehow, beyond all comprehension and logic,
the despicable females of his immediate world had all but
crumbled his male dominated universe, the universe as God
and man had meant it to be.

His fear kept growing worse as they approached the clinic.
As the van entered the tree lined driveway of the estate
like setting, Joey was absolutely petrified.  It was
embarrassing and humiliating to have females see and touch
his privates, but that was still better than not having a
dick, and maybe not any balls, for them to see and touch.
And his mom still wouldn't tell him what the doctor was
going to do.

If only Joey had known exactly what was about to happen to
him in the clinic, he would had known that his anxiety was
more than justified.

* * *      

"Ok, everyone out," said Judy Coughlin as she parked the
van.

With each step toward the entrance, Joey and Eddie grew ever
more anxious.  They were shaking in fear as they stood by
the door.  The first line of a bronze plaque announced,
"Josephine Mathison, M.D."  Beneath that, in smaller print
was inscribed, "practice limited to boys ages 8 to 14."

"Go right on in," ordered Joey's mom, slapping his
underpants clad behind.  Joeys privates, boner and all, were
still hooked over the waistband, on display for all.

Seven boys, accompanied by assorted mothers and sisters,
were already in the room.  All the boys were naked.  Two of
the boys, one about eight, one around eleven, were wearing
funny looking plastic devices on the end of their dicks.
Except for the two with the devices, all the boys had
erections.

"Can I help you?" inquired the receptionist.  A name tag
identified her as Nancy Robbins.  

"Yes, please," replied Eddie's mother.  "I'm Judy Coughlin
and this is Katie Donohue.  Our sons have appointments."

"Let's see," said Nancy.  "Here we are, Eddie and Joey, is
that right?"

"Yes it is," answered Judy.

"Well then, we'll need these papers completed for our
records.   The doctor will be ready for them in about ten
minutes,  she's doing all her surgery before any other
appointments."
 
"Great," said Katie, "no waiting."

"Yeah, no waiting to miss this!" exclaimed Sally as she
grabbed the end of Joey's dick.

"Not here!" hissed the embarrassed and crying Joey.

"Yes, here," retorted his mother as she once more squeezed
his balls, hard.  "You've just earned yourself a spanking
from Sally."

The doubled up Joey was in too much discomfort to make a
reply.  Adding to his embarrassment, he was now the center
of attention.

"March," ordered Joey's mom, pointing toward the waiting
area.  The totally humbled Joey did exactly that, as if a
soldier on parade.

When they reached some empty chairs, Joey noticed that the
eight-year-old was no longer in the waiting area.  Neither
was the other boy with the funny thing on his dick. Joey
wondered if the doctor was cutting their pricks off right
now.  He was convinced that at least part of his private
parts were going to indeed be missing when he left the
clinic.

Joey's mom whisked his underpants down and off.  His shirt
likewise came off.  "You won't be needing these things
anymore today," she told him.  "Now get over your sister's
lap."

As Joey approached his sister, a red faced Danny shouted
out, "I'm cumming!"

"Without permission," said Betty.  "That's another
spanking."

"Yes it is," said Danny's mother.  "By Kelly, this time.
Over her lap, now!"

Soon, the two boys were in position for their latest
spankings.  Again, almost magically, hairbrushes appeared in
the girls' hands.  Not so magically, the brushes began doing
their own magic upon the boys' bare bottoms.  Stroke after
stroke after stroke.  Repeating their earlier performances,
both boys quickly went from tears and shouts to crying to
unabashed howling.  They again gave their legs a vigorous,
but ultimately futile, workout.  Their behinds again went
from the residual pink of the earlier spankings to red to
crimson.  When the girls finally ceased heating up their
brothers, a fire almost hot enough to cook on was emanating
from both boys' behinds.

Joey was still prancing around, about to restart his
erection, when a nurse walked up.  "Mrs. Coughlin, Mrs.
Donohue, hello," she said.  "I'm Joan Reiteg.  If you and
the boys will follow me, the doctor is ready."

"Saved by the bell," said Joey's mom.  "You can stop
rubbing.  The doctor needs you soft for this.  In fact, you
won't be making any more boners today.  Or tomorrow, or the
next day, or the day after for that matter."

Joey's crying intensified as he followed Mrs. Reiteg into a
treatment room.  He was again trembling.  The moment of
truth had arrived.

"Up you go," said the nurse, helping Joey onto a table.
Another nurse was helping Eddie onto an adjacent table.  The
nurse took hold of Joey's penis, washing his privates, upper
thighs and pubic area with a antiseptic laden cloth.  Eddie
was being similarly prepared by the other nurse.

Walking into the room, the doctor introduced herself.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Mathison," she greeted her two patients and
their mothers.

"Glad to meet you, Doctor," said Judy Coughlin.

"Me, too," said Katie Donohue.

"Boys," prompted Eddie's mom.

"Hello, doctor," responded Eddie.

"Hello, doctor," echoed the crying Joey.

"Now, now," asked Dr. Mathison, "why all the crying?  I
haven't even started yet."

"I don't want my dick cut off!" blurted out Joey.

"What ever gave you that idea?  I'm only going to circumcise
you."

"Circumcise?" questioned Joey.

"You know," said Eddie, "Like Danny."

"Is he the one playing with himself," asked the doctor.

"Yes, that's my brother Danny," answered Eddie.

"A circumcision isn't anything to worry about," said Dr.
Mathison.  "All I'm going to do is cut off this bit of skin
covering the head of your penis," she continued as she
started to gently tug Joey's foreskin.

"Will you be putting me to sleep," asked the hopeful Joey.

"No I won't.  But like a dentist, I'll be giving you a shot.
Only difference, it'll be down there, not in your mouth.
You won't feel a thing, I promise."

"Thank you," said the relieved Joey.  As much relieved at
not losing his dick as at not feeling the pain of the
operation.

"I must warn you, there will be some pain for a few days.
I'll give your mom some pills for that."

"Okay," said Joey.  "What's that funny thing the other boys
were wearing?"

"That's one of these, called a TaraKLamp," answered the
doctor, holding up the device for Joey to see. "It works
like this..."

* * *

Joseph Patrick Donohue was resting restlessly on his bed.
His dick, TaraKLamp attached, was starting to hurt.  Dr.
Mathison said it and some dead skin under the ring part
would fall off in five to seven days.  Meantime, he could do
almost anything he usually did.  One of the things he
couldn't do was play with his dick.  Thankfully, that meant
neither could his sisters.

Moments ago, when his mom had given him his pain pill, she
had told him he could still expect spankings for disrespect.
And if he earned them, more ball squeezings.  He would get
no special treatment, other than no boners.  This last
statement had Joey's spirits soaring.  He, Joey the man, had
prevailed against terrible trials and tribulations to beat
his sisters.  They couldn't touch his dick.  A victory was
his!    

If only Joey knew what his mother had planned for him in the
coming months, his spirits would have been completely
deflated.  He would had known that this was only a temporary
ending of his never ending story.

* * *

Information about the TaraKlamp device can be found at the
manufacturer's web site http://www.taraklamp.com.my/