Allergy

Allergy
by Horizon

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Allergy

Timmy Marks stepped out of the cool air conditioned Buick his mom drove and headed for the front door of the Medical Arts building.

"Go on up to the doctor's office and check in with Tracy while I try to find a place to park the car, Timmy", said Mrs. Marks.

"Yes mom", said the subdued 10 year old as he swung the sedan's door closed he walked with the weight of one facing his last mile. Parking lots are always overcrowded at the doctor's office, he thought with the simple logic of a youngster, why don't they just build bigger parking lots to begin with? Normally an observation like that would amuse him but, today he concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other and trying not to let the corners of his mouth turn down as he thought about what he was about to endure.

Timmy made his way up to Dr. Fuller's suite and, pausing just a moment to steel himself, opened the outer door and approached Tracy the internship-serving receptionist/girl Friday of the office.

"Well, hello Timmy", she said brightly while sliding open the glass window to greet him. "How nice of you to be a few minutes early."

Timmy looked up over the counter; a little short for his age, he resisted the temptation to stand on tip toe. Tracy contemplated Timmy with a bemused expression. She saw a handsome young boy, slim enough that his hip bones were prominent yet with just enough baby fat left to round out the seat area of his Dockers. His brown hair parted on one side and was combed over so that a shock of it hung down to just above his right eye brow. His light toned skin was clear and unblemished save for three tiny "beauty spots" in a cluster high on the cheekbone below the left eye that only served to emphasize his beautiful skin tone. Hazel eyes set wide apart above pronounced cheek bones were balanced to either side of a straight nose bridge that ended in just the right turn upwards. Smooth lips surrounded a full complement of nicely shaped straight teeth that sat above a smooth chin to complete the picture. "Dang" she thought, why don't any of the guys in my Medical Assistant program at

the junior college look like that, as she imagined Timmy a good ten years older.

Timmy looked into the deep ice blue eyes of the 18 year old Tracy and almost forgot how miserably pre occupied he was with his office visit. If he was less worried he would have enjoyed looking into the eyes of the five foot five strawberry blond who's pretty round face was ringed by shoulder length hair arranged in loose curls. Presently, he noticed Tracy was sitting behind the counter twirling her right index finger in a curl conveniently located above her right ear and looking directly into his eyes awaiting an answer.

"Ummm...hello Tracy, Mom said to come up while she parks the car and to go ahead and start without her.", said Timmy.

"Awww... your mom is so good about being on time and making sure she doesn't hold us up.", said Tracy, indicating a seat in the busy waiting area. . "Have seat and I'll call you when we have a room open for you. Make sure you are on your best behavior otherwise I'll have to tell Nurse Debbie and we don't want that, do we?"

"No Miss Tracy," said Timmy in his best well-behaving voice, ignoring the chill that ran up his spine.

Timmy didn't have to wait long before Tracy leaned over in his direction and said "OK Timmy, we have room one available for you. Go on in and I'll see you later."

As Timmy heard the words he flinched, not visibly he hoped. As he rose to walk past the desk he wondered if Tracy had chosen that phrase with a double meaning in mind. Timmy entered room one, first on the right, and sat on a stool. As he settled onto the stool, having achieved a milestone of some sort, he pursed his lips and exhaled slowly almost as if deflating. It helped to relive the tension. He raised his glance towards the ceiling and pondered, just how had he arrived at this juncture in his life:

One week earlier.

"Timothy James Marks!" said an exasperated Barbara Marks, his mom. If you don't stop dawdling we will never get there.

"Good".

"Don't get smart with me young man. You have fought me over this all week and I have given you about all the rope I care to by now, don't make it bad for yourself. You have been sneezing and wheezing for months. Your eyes are so red you could stop traffic with them; you can't do your school work properly and if I give you allergy medicine it makes you so drowsy you are liable to fall asleep in the middle of breakfast and drown in your bowl of Cheerios and the non drowsy formulas give you stomach cramps. So, thanks to my old classmate and buddy (make that pub crawler and divorced singles support group buddy) Debbie Blake who is a nurse at the best allergist's office in town, we are going to get you properly tested for allergies and then we will be able to treat you successfully. Not to mention, thanks to my connection with Debbie, we are getting a great discount on the fees. I appreciate that so, I want you to be on time polite and obedient, in short, a model patient." Barbara

had managed the family finances well and through thrift and strong budgetary discipline had been able to meet the family's needs even after Timmy's father (that bastard) had divorced her when Timmy was two and left for parts unknown. Bargains were accessed when available.

"Maaa...ah." Timmy began whining, I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want a shot. They're gonna try and give me a shot I just know it." Timmy had an irrational fear of shots. Barbara always tried reasoning with him first but it usually required "corporal' reasoning and sometimes holding Timmy still so he wouldn't be injured.

"Look, what's the big deal, Timmy. You're suffering so miserably now and if the doctor says one little shot, just a tiny stick, over in a second, will make you feel well isn't that worth it?" said Barbara as she led him by the hand towards the door. Barbara knew full well what was involved in allergy testing; Debbie had explained it to her but, she chose to play dumb. If Timothy knew how allergy testing was conducted she could never get him there unless she killed him first and dragged the corpse in. The test for the most common 60 allergies required the patient's skin to be divided into a grid and one needle stick applied one allergen in each quadrant. That meant 60 individual needle sticks. By mapping out the allergen location, allergic reactions when noted could be attributed to a specific allergen. Simple... for anyone but my son thought Barbara. Debbie said they normally test 100 allergens at a time. In consideration for Timmy's problem they could cut it down to 60 but, to

do fewer would mean more visits and would be cost and time prohibitive.

Timmy made it as far as the threshold of the open front door when his resolve failed "No mom, no...there's gonna be a shot, I know it" he said, the fear getting a grip on him.

"Timmy, come on...NOW, Timmy" encouraged/warned Barbara as she tried to lead him forward with a firm group on his wrist. But Timmy leaned his weight back on his heals and resisted, "No mom, no. We can wait a week; if I am not better then we can go see Dr. Fuller" he tried bargaining.

"All right Timmy, times up!" the annoyance was obvious in Barbara's voice. "Don't...move...an...inch...!" Timmy was rooted to the spot, knowing he had crossed the line. Barbara reached into a straw like woven tote bag. It was the kind many women carry. It was 18 inches across and opened like a bellows and it was capable of carrying enormous amounts of cargo. Mothers were always producing needed things at just the right moment from bags like this: a bottle, napkins, hats, sun block, etc. Unfortunately for Timothy, what was needed right now was a 15 inch ruler of solid hardwood, made as a decorative item it was fully a quarter inch thick and, that is what Barbara produced from her bag.

"No mom. No. Please not the ruler". Barbara still gripping the boys wrist leaned behind him and with a flick of her wrist sent the ruler to impact Timmy's left buttock vertically. SLAP.

"Unh", Timmy grunted and reflexively sent his free right hand back to shield his bum.

"Move the hand Timmy." "No mommy. No more smacking. Please..." "PUT that hand out in front of you palm up young man,"

said Barbara, annunciating each syllable with pointed clarity as she did whenever she wanted the boy to know that the die was cast and that yes indeed he would be punished and nothing in the universe could forestall it.

"No mommy, please not the hand" sobbed Timmy. His mind was working trying to judge just how much trouble he was in. As he slowly brought the hand out in front of him palm up. (SLAP). "Yow...ow...ow"

"Don't put a hand back there again. Mommy needs plenty of room to do her job right, doesn't she? (Rhetorical question) Nothing makes mommy's boy behave better than a red bottom and mommy wants to make sure she delivers this lesson exactly on target to teach this little boy a good lesson, doesn't she Timmy? (Not rhetorical this time)

"Yes mommy," an obedient Timmy forced him self to say, knowing no other answer was acceptable.

"Now, clasp your hands politely in front of you while I finish using the ruler on your little bum." (He did so while gritting his teeth). Barbara had deliberately begun speaking to him as a younger child; she found this helped to control him and eliminate defiance. She stepped behind him. "Ahh, this is better. Now I can get a good full swing with my ruler on this naughty little bummy, can't I Timothy?

"Yes mommy", he sniffed with dreaded anticipation.

Barbara paused just a moment to heighten the experience and then, SLAP, she launched a- not very hard for her- strike horizontally across both boy cheeks. Timmy breathed in sharply. Pause. SLAP. "Ooh" Pause, a little longer to keep the boy guessing then, SLAP. "ooch." Barbara waited behind the boy letting the tension build. She suppressed a smile thinking she would love to pull down Timmy's pants and see if the four strokes had made and "E". Timmy was wondering why his mom's spanks didn't seem as hard as usual and why he wasn't over her lap with his pants and underpants tangled around his ankles receiving a good long lesson from his mommy. Barbara leaned forward to speak into Timmy's ear and whispered which really got his attention "Now Timothy that was just a little appetizer." Gesturing towards the open front door with the ruler extended she said, "What we are going to do now is go out the door and walk nice as can be to the car and go to the doctor's office. Any trouble

from you and I will take down your pants and underpants right there on the porch or at any point along the way and give you a real long lesson that will be heard all over the neighborhood. Understand?'

"Yes, mommy," said Timmy who was very happy to have gotten off so easy.

Barbara led her now obedient charge to the car. Her bluff worked. Although she felt he deserved it and as a rule thought it a better lesson to administer punishment at the point and time of infraction regardless of any audience she did not have the time before the appointment. She had spent considerable time cleaning and shining both of them like new pennies for the appointment and she wasn't about to undo all that good work and have both of them looking disheveled after a good aerobic work out on Timmy's behind. Besides, she thought, he's going to need plenty of corporal reasoning to get through this procedure, no need to wear out his butt early.

Timmy and Barbara arrived on time at the allergist's office despite having to spend 20 minutes finding a parking spot. Once there, Barbara met Tracy the receptionist and filled out very many forms. They were ushered into one of the treatment rooms. They waited a considerable time as all patients do.

Finally, Debbie came in. "Barbara! How great to see you again. And this must be little Timothy." That set Timmy's teeth on edge but he forced a smile as his mother introduced him to Debbie. "What a little angel."

"Hmmph Looks can be very deceiving, Debbie. Although, I find that if he understands his pants and underwear will come down and he will get a good bare bottom spanking right on the spot of the misbehavior, he does behave much better...uh...for a while, usually. Anyway, I can't thank you enough for squeezing us in and arranging the fees."

"No problem. I know raising kids alone can be tough in more ways than one Well Timothy what we are going to do today is give you a skin test for allergies so, I need you to take off your shirt and sit right down in this chair." Debbie indicated an arm chair made of hard synthetic material with two adjustable arm rests of the kind one uses to have blood drawn at the lab; it was built for utility not comfort.

Timothy looked first to his mom then to Debbie then backed to his mom and realized he was supposed to take off his shirt right there, no dressing room, no paper gown, just get it done. Timmy didn't like being even partially undressed amongst others and for some reason it bothered him more if the setting was such that others were fully dressed. So he took his shirt off gave a little shiver as he felt the air circulate around his bare torso. Since he was not in a cubicle he had no place to hang it so he gave it to his mom who stashed it out of sight.

"Well, all right then my handsome young man why don't you make yourself comfortable in the chair," Debbie said, "I can see you must be quite the lady killer" flashing a wink at Barbara as she guided him to the chair with one hand on his shoulder. Timmy noticed she seemed to be letting her palm glide over the smooth skin in a polishing motion; it was odd but, he didn't mind as it felt quite friendly, even if it might be a little too familiar for a patient relationship. "Now, we'll just get Tracy in here...," said Debbie as she used the interoffice phone to summon the young medical assistant

"Why does that girl have to be in here," asked Timmy? He was feeling a little outnumbered among the women and he was very aware of his state of dress.

"Tracy needs to chart where the reactions occur to each allergen so we know which things produce a reaction," said Debbie. "We are testing for 60 allergens today and if we didn't keep close watch...

"What's an allergen?"

"Oh, an allergen is something that will cause you body to produce an allergic reaction. Like pollen or grass maybe."

"Well how are we gonna get grass in here," said Timmy naively.

"Well," said Debbie, "drug companies make special solutions with very tiny amounts of allergens in them so we can test you and risk only a very tiny reaction in your body. That's so it will be safe. Then I take an allergen test solution and draw it up into a syringe..." At that moment, Debbie held aloft a Tuberculin syringe as a visual aide to her explanation.

"Yaaahhhhh......," yelled Timmy reflexively as his eyes opened wide and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Simultaneously he jackknifed his torso forward and planted his feet on the floor and for added speed used his arms to propel himself out of the arm chair. He came out of the chair like a shot. So quickly in fact, that Barbara's attempt to sweep him up in her arms resulted in her grabbing air. Timmy was headed straight for the door although the direction was unintentional. He was just traveling instinctively in the opposite direction from that needle. Simultaneously, the lovely Tracy with charts in the crook of her right arm had just opened the examination room door and stepped briskly inside. The collision was classic.

Timmy, with arms stretched forward in flight, Tracy smiling, unsuspecting. Timmy's chin impacted just above her solar plexus and his nose landed squarely between the firm 34C's under her prim uniform. There was a sound like two pillows being slapped together (although it sounded much louder to Timmy). Timmy's arms which had been outstretched in flight, naturally found their way around Tracy's torso as instinctively he clung to her to keep from falling which pressed his face ever more firmly in between Tracy's breasts. Tracy's natural reaction had been to raise her arms above Timmy to prevent further injury to the child, as anyone might do, while struggling to maintain her balance and possession of the chart in the crook of her right arm.

Barbara with right arm outstretched, was quick to pursue Timmy as she closed the distance between her and the now Siamesed Tracy and Timmy. Timmy, seeing his mom out of the corner of his eye, approaching from the right automatically circled to the left while still grasping Tracy so that as a pair Tracy and Timmy were circling away from Barbara with delaying the inevitable by keeping Tracy as a protective barrier between his mom and himself. Barbara recognizing the game of `keep away' stopped and quickly reversed direction, circling to the right while reaching out to grab Timmy. Timmy, still attached up close and personal to Tracy, stopped and circled to the right, maintaining his zone of safety. Tracy's face was bright red as she looked down to see the young boy with his faced pressed tightly to her breasts. A casual observer might have found this Keystone Cops routine amusing. Barbara on the other hand was not the least amused. She was focused on catching and disciplining

Timmy.

This comic display might have continued for some time had not nurse Debbie decided to play a part. Timmy was crouched down, clinging to Tracy; his face in a soft but firm place, successfully eluding his mom. This necessitated that he be slightly bent over from the waist which projected his butt outwards. As Timmy/Tracy circled around, nurse Debbie had already quite enough of these shenanigans and reached out a strong right hand to grasp Timmy's belt at the small of his back effectively stopping him. Barbara seized Timmy's wrists and yanked them apart freeing Tracy. Debbie yanked backwards on Timmy's belt and with one hand pulled him back to the center of the room away from Tracy and now within reach of his mom.

Barbara again captured Timmy's wrists while Debbie had him anchored by his trouser belt. Timmy knew his goose was soon to be cooked.

"No maaa.........no shots.....you didn't say shots..." said the panicky boy.

"They're not real shots...just little pin pricks......and I SAID I expected a model patient", said Barbara. "What did I warn you about misbehaving?" By now Barbara had closed the distance and captured both of Timmy's wrists. She yanked hard and extended Timmy's arms over his head.

"Debbie, undo his belt buckle and bring his pants right down."

"No-o-o-o-o mommy....no...NO, there are girls in here".

"This is the doctor's office, Timmy. Debbie and Tracy see naked little boys all the time and you don't have anything that they don't have. Besides, mommy's little boy gets his pants taken down when he is naughty and gets a good spanking right on the spot, doesn't he?" This was true; Barbara was a firm believer in discipline at the site and time of the infraction and actually preferred that the spanking be as embarrassing as possible because, that made the lesson so much more memorable. Receiving punishment in front of witnesses increased Timothy's embarrassment factor by several orders of magnitude Barbara had found.

Meanwhile, Tracy could feel her face burning red to the roots of her hair. She had just had a young boy get more familiar with her boobs than her boyfriend was. Her clothes felt uncomfortable, all twisted around in the way that they do when one has had their clothing just slightly misaligned. Tracy was observing the situation and trying to readjust her uniform when she realized that cute little Timmy was probably going to get a spanking and, a bare fanny one at that. Tracy was just studying to be a medical assistant and didn't have any younger brothers. When she babysat it was usually for girls and she wasn't all that familiar with male anatomy outside of a textbook. The situation began to interest her and she felt an unfamiliar inner stirring. As she thought about it, she also felt Timmy deserved physical correction for the liberties he had taken with her. Somehow, deep within her in a way she did not even understand and had never experienced before, she found Timmy's

impending punishment and humiliation exciting.

Barbara's words echoed in Debbie's mind, ("Debbie, undo his belt buckle and bring his pants right down.") she hesitated a moment pondering the wisdom of her involvement then became aware of the rare opportunity to "pants" a young male. She experienced a rush of emotion and an involuntary inhale that awakened her senses. She suppressed the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth and felt the sensation of power rising within her. Here were women in control. Here was one (albeit young) male that was going to be put in his place by three women.

Debbie's mind warmed to the task. Timmy stood toe to toe with his mother with his arms stretched out well above his head. As she knelt to one side of Timothy she said, "Barbara, turn him this way so I can reach." She had positioned herself so that as Timothy was turned he presented a full frontal shot to Tracy who was standing there with her gaze riveted at Timmy's groin and hoping she wouldn't be asked to leave before the main event. Debbie made sure to position herself so as not to obstruct Tracy's view. She correctly sensed the boy's embarrassment and was intent on enhancing it as much as possible.

Timmy's eyes shifted back and forth among his captors. His cheeks already beginning to color in shame that was soon to be worse he knew. "No mommy, no"

Then Timmy felt Debbie's cool fingers inside his waistband. His stomach was doing flip flops and his sphincter was in spasm. "No mommy, don't let her..." he raised his voice and his feet began running in place.

"Quiet or I'll take you out into the waiting room after Debbie pulls down your pants and spank you in front of everyone for a whole hour!"

Timmy wasn't about to test that threat. He stood still before the three women with his eyes closed and shivered as the icy fingers brushed against his stomach. The room felt suddenly colder. He knew so well the unique sensations that followed: The two fingers inserted into the waistband that momentarily tightened the waist, the tugging of those fingers forward that made his belt feel as though it were pushing him forward at the small of his back causing his pelvis to rock forward in reaction that made him feel as though he were offering his privates to his punisher. The fumbling of fingers at his buckle and the two, always two, faint ringing noises, barely audible, that sounded as the belt tongue was released from the pawl and the buckle was flipped back. The faint whisking noise as the tongue of the belt was pulled out to gain access. Then a tightening at the waist once again as the cool fingers manipulated the button at the top of his fly followed by the loosening that told

him it had been undone and that there was now plenty of room for the fingers to do their work of exposing him. Then the slight tug up of the zipper talon as it was unlocked followed by the unique noise of its descent and the loose feel of his garments. Then the sensation of the trouser flaps as Debbie with thumb and forefinger pulled first the left side down and left at 45 degrees followed by the opposite action on the right. He knew that there was now no mechanical barrier to the loss of his clothing and that his exposure was imminent. He felt the gooseflesh rise on his arms.

Debbie paused. Casting a quick mischievous glance to make sure that Tracy had an unobstructed view of the boy's shame, she then looked to Barbara, and prolonging the deliciousness of the moment said, "Shall I take this naughty boy's pants right down now, Barbara?"

"Yes Debbie, it's time for this boy to learn a good lesson on his naked bottom." said Barbara, deliberately building the anticipation. "I'm sorry you have to witness this boy's shame, Tracy. I hope it's not too inconvenient for you". Timothy, look at Tracy and apologize to her for running into her like a little ruffian."

Timothy forced his eyes open and located Tracy. "S-s-s-sorry, Tracy, for running into you" he managed to squeak out through a throat that was constricted.

"And to Debbie for running away..."

The captive Timothy turned his head to look at Debbie. "S-s-s-sorry, Debbie for running away."

Debbie was looking intently at Timothy, still prolonging the moment of his great shame. Apologizing to the women had forced him to open his eyes, and acknowledge their presence while denying him that little bit of privacy his closed eyelids had afforded him. She relished her moment of control and she wanted to remember every nuance of his expression as she stripped him. Barbara knew precisely what Debbie was up to and was only too happy to play along. She had always felt that Timothy learned more from his embarrassment than from the actual spankings. Debbie waited patiently holding onto the flaps of timothy's trousers and just has she sensed the anticipation had peaked and she saw his gaze shift to Tracy, she hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of his Jockeys and capturing both his pants and undies yanked them both down swiftly and firmly to his ankles forcing them as tightly as they could go to the tops of his shoes. Debbie watched with fascination and hidden glee as the

lads face turned first pale white and then his cheeks began to fill with flush.

Timothy jerked as if electrically shocked as both his garments were drawn away in a fraction of a second. He felt as if his whole stomach had fallen away, like in the fast elevator at the bank. He felt cool air surrounding every part of his body and the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up. He shivered involuntarily at the thought that he was showing everything to the three women.

Tracy made no pretext of disinterest and was now thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. She admired the nearly naked boy. He looked so smooth and clean, stretched out on display without even body hair to hide his beauty. Naked Timothy reminded her of beautifully naked boys in alabaster, carved by long dead masters.

Barbara's eyes searched the room for a suitable perch from which to discipline Timothy. "Now where can I sit and but this boy over my lap to spank his bare bottom?" she wondered aloud.

"Try this chair", said Debbie indicating the dreaded needle chair, "The arms swing out of the way and you'll have plenty of room to tan that bare fanny." Debbie suited her actions to her words and soon had the arms out of Barbara's way. Timothy wished Debbie were less helpful.

"Thank you Debbie. Help me get this bare bottomed boy over my lap so I can give him a really good spanking." Said Barbara, taking every opportunity to remind Timmy he was bared in front of two women he had never seen before. "Help me get him into position, Deb." And, with that Barbara sat on the chair and with Debbie's help positioned him across her lap. They made quite a big deal out of adjusting his position back and forth, placing his bum to exactly where Barbara could administer the most effective smacks while Barbara kept up a running commentary about what was soon to occur. "This way...a little more this way...back a little...there. Timothy, mommy likes to get your bare bottom just in the right place so that mommy can do a really good job of making those little cheeks red...doesn't she? (No answer) Doesn't she Timothy?" she repeated a little more pointedly.

"Yes mommy." Squeaked Timothy who knew he was obliged to answer.

"Tracey, his pants are all tangled around his ankles. Would you please help by removing his shoes, socks and pants? I think Timothy should get this spanking naked. Mommy is going to demonstrate just what happens to naughty boys in her house." Timmy hadn't thought his humiliation could be worse, but it could.

"Yes of course Mrs. Marks." Tracey knelt at the boy's ankles and as she began her task she happened to look up and noticed that as she fumbled with the clothing she was treated to a rather unique and complete perspective of Timmy's package and even his little brown hole. When she moved his ankles apart in the course of her task Timmy's wrinkled little pink sac and his penis were in total display. Timmy felt the breeze in that usually private area and tried to draw his legs together. In response, Tracey spread the boy's ankles quite widely experiencing a bit of evil glee. His little sack hung full before her like fruit and his wiener was peaking out from behind it. Timmy knew Tracey had spread him like a wishbone but dared not fuss; he was in enough trouble.

Barbara noticed the relish with which Tracey approached her task and knew that she had found not one but two kindred spirits who believed that little boys needed discipline and that women were properly in charge of this. And, there was no greater evidence of that authority to a boy than to lose control of his clothing and to receive punishment as decreed by the women in his life.

Having set the stage so well for Timothy's punishment, Barbara knew it was time for the main event.

"Timothy, mommy told you what she expected of you in the doctor's office didn't she? And, she told you what would happen if you were naughty. Didn't she?"

"Please don't, mommy. I'll take my shots. I promise."

"Oh you certainly will, young man. And, right after I turn this bare bum bright red in front of these two nice ladies you will take the shots. And, if you don't you will find yourself right back in this position for more of the same." And with that, Barbara brought her right arm back on the horizontal, slowly, and paused briefly. In that instant there as dead silence as all three women seemed to appreciate that one last little moment of anticipation. Then, with measured velocity and accuracy that comes of repeated practice, Barbara launched her first slap on Timothy's right cheek.

SLAP. "ahh". Timmy jerked involuntarily. The report made a faint ringing echo in the confined space. Timmy's right cheek compressed under the force of the blow then recoiled as the three ladies watched a slight pink area forming on the target. Barbara liked to build slowly in situations such as these. She drew back her hand again and launched the same horizontal strike on the left cheek.

SLAP. "Akkk" Timmy let out despite his effort not to and again thrust his legs out straight in reaction to the strike. Debbie and Tracey looked on from perfect vantage points, totally absorbed in the process and were treated to the rising pink tone on Timmy's left cheek. Barbara preferred to use moderate spanks in situations like this where she was using embarrassment to assist in Timmy's lesson. Too severe a spanking would shorten the time of embarrassment and reduce the effectiveness of the lesson, she felt.

SLAP. The blow fell low on the left. SLAP. High on the left. Deliberately not alternating. SLAP. Center left again. "Oooh. Acch. "Owow". Timmy responded.

SLAP. SMACK. CLAP. Barbara gave the right cheek some attention. Tracey watched in fascination as the round white cheeks danced and jiggled under the practiced attention of Barbara. She felt a shiver of excitement climb up her spine; she had no idea why. SMACK. SLAP. After about a dozen Barbara began picking up the pace and adding the usual lecture. "SMACK...told you...SMACK...before leaving SMACK. SLAP...being a model patient...SMACK." She was spreading the impacts around now, ranging wider on the boys globes, paying some attention to the upper thighs. "SMACK. SLAP...look...you...disobedient...SLAP...spanking....SLAP... SLAP...naked...SLAP...and these people have to watch you...SLAP...misbehaving...SMACK...after I told you...SLAP and here you...SMACK...are naked in front of...SMACK...SMACK...getting what your deserve...SLAP...wasting these nice ladies time...SMACK." Timmy was crying now and thrusting his legs out straight behind him with each slap, putting on quite an interesting show for Tracey; he would be mortified

to know. Barbara was proud of the job she was doing disciplining her son. She was not spanking all that hard but, his cheeks were coloring up nicely and she knew he was feeling this spanking. Yes, he would be feeling a good burn but at the same time she knew there would be no bruising, just a bright red fanny on fire. Tracey watched the glow building on the boy's cute little butt. She was very glad her mother believed in time outs for her when she was growing up but, at the same time being an only child she felt cheated that she had not had the chance to see little brothers get this kind of treatment. Timmy's bum was really red she observed from the very top of his cheeks all the way down to his upper thighs. It must really be stinging she thought as she watched the lads legs thrust out and scissor and kick. She was getting quite a show as youngsters jewels bounced along with his backside and his little fellow shook from side to side. SMACK. SLAP. Barbara was satisfied

now with the color of Timothy's cheeks and she moved to a new phase of the operation designed to please herself and the audience. She lowered her hand below the plane of Timmy's buttocks and reaching back for good swings began to impact the boy on the under curve of his buttocks. The swings were impressive to the eye but in fact were not all that hard. The long pull back, the slight pause before swinging towards the target were dramatic but in fact, she was moderating the speed of her arm. She didn't need huge force on the well tenderized buttock to achieve her desired effect. "unh...uhhh...ahh" Timmy testified to Barbara's effectiveness. Bringing her hand up in a sweeping motion to the underside of Timmy's cute little red cheeks was getting that nice sweet area in the fold of the butt and causing his cheeks to jiggle and dance with each blow.

Tracey couldn't help but grin as the hand did its work. Barbara's hand would come on an upward trajectory and catch the boy on the under curve of each cheek in alteration. Using a brushing motion similar to dusting off one's clothes, each blow would lift and separate the cheek causing it to rise and follow the hands impact up before reaching its limit and bouncing down followed by a smaller bounce up again before settling into resting position. And as the each cheek rose on impact, Timmy punctuated its action with a yelp and thrust of his legs exposing Mr. Wiggles who was hiding behind Timmy's little pink sack. Tracey noticed herself squeezing her thighs together under her uniform.

Barbara continued Timmy's lesson. CLAP....CLAP...SLAP...hoped you learned your lesson...CLAP...SLAP. Barbara was proud of herself seeing how Tracey and Debbie were enjoying her virtuoso performance. SLAP...SLAP. She knew she had delivered a good spanking and shown her friends how beautiful her boy was but, despite his beauty he certainly wasn't going to grow up spoiled. SLAP. She finished with one last stinger that struck center underside of both cheeks. "Unnh-oww."

Timmy continued to cry and kick his legs as the burn continued for a few moments he didn't even realize that the spanking was over. Tracey and Debbie observed a beautiful naked little boy with a glowing butt that was well warmed but not brutalized. Finally, Barbara told Timmy to get up, the spanking was over. Timothy got up and, now being able to reach his butt, put his hands back there and tried to rub out the sting, catch his breath and stop crying while hopping up and down and from foot to foot. Tracey watched as Timmy wiggled and wailed seemingly unaware that he was dancing naked in front of three women, two of whom he hardly knew. She observed he had other things on his mind-his "behind" actually- than worrying about bouncing his genitals in front of Tracey and Debbie as he was.

Barbara let the spanking dance go on for a while as Timmy slowly became aware of his situation. He was naked surrounded by females jumping up and down with his hands on his burning butt. He began to move his hands to shield his wiener and turned away from Tracey only to realize he now displayed his front to Debbie and his red tush to Tracey. There followed an amusing few moments as he turned from one to the other and shifted his hands front to back only to realize that what he gained by hiding from one lady was offset by what he was showing to the other.

Observing that he had recovered his sense of shame Barbara made him put his hands behind his head which he did with great difficulty and only under threat of renewed punishment. Timmy tried bending his knees inward to hide himself but Barbara told him to stand up straight. He then had to turn to face Tracey showing the young girl his complete nakedness with a few remaining sobs and great difficulty and say, "I am sorry for bumping into to you Tracey and for making such a fuss. Thank you for witnessing my spanking I hope you thought my mom spanked me hard enough." Barbara made sure he got the words exactly as required. Then he had to turn to face Debbie showing his red fanny to Tracey and his everything to Debbie and say exactly as Barbara ordered, "Debbie, I am sorry I ran away from the needle. Thank you for witnessing my spanking; I hope you thought my mom spanked me hard enough. (And then) If I misbehave again, please pull down my pants and give me a good spanking just

like my mom did now."

With that, Barbara rose from the chair while Debbie reset the arms. Timothy was put naked on the chair. He winced as his sore butt contacted the surface. Tracey leaned over the naked little boy and wiped his face with a tissue. Timothy very obediently put both of his arms on the armrests while Debbie used Velcro straps to restrain his arms for his own protection. This of course prevented him from putting them in his lap and so he remained on display for the appreciative ladies. Timothy was a very good boy and took the rest of his shots without resisting.

When a lifetime had passed for poor naked Timmy, all the needle sticks had been given and charted and all his allergens were known. Debbie said Dr. Fuller would order desensitizing allergy shots for Timmy and had determined that he would need to receive them weekly for 13 weeks. Timmy was quite upset with the thought of more shots and was making a little scene. Barbara, was not in the mood for any nonsense and told Debbie and Tracey, "Timmy will do this each and every week. While I am parking the car, take him in to the examination room and strip him naked. That way he will know if he pulls this nonsense again he is in for an immediate spanking..."

Back to the present.

Just then Tracey popped in. "Timmy, you're

still dressed. What are you dreaming about?" Tracey stepped close and began undoing his shirt.

"I can do it myself, Tracey" said Timmy, holding his hands over the buttons.

"But you haven't; so I am going to. Remember what your mom said. Or are you trying to waste time?" She said with her voice picking up a slight edge. "Or do you want me to tell nurse Debbie that you are misbehaving?"

"No Tracey" was his quick response.

Tracey undid the buttons on Timmy's Henley shirt, whipped it off over his head and hung it on a convenient hook. Then she knelt before the boy and removed his shoes and socks.

"Can't I keep my pants on, Tracey? I am only getting a shot in my arm." Timmy did not like being undressed by Tracey. It was embarrassing enough when his mom undressed him and she wasn't even in the room.

"I think you know the answer to that question already, Timmy. Your mom left strict instructions that you were to be stripped naked as soon as we got you into an examination room and to start without her if she was busy parking the car. And, if you put up any fuss at all, she told nurse Debbie to immediately spank that little naked fanny until it was red as can be. That's why you have to be naked; so nurse Debbie can put you over her knee right away if she needs to. Now, stop arguing and stop stalling. I am going to take off all your clothes." Tracey smiled to herself as relished the temporary power she had over the cute boy. "And then we will have you all nice and naked for your allergy visit. Stand up." She rubbed it in. Slowly Timmy stood with his hands at his side, resisting the impulse to wrestle with Tracey for control of his pants. He tried staring at the ceiling and ignoring his loss of dignity but Tracey would have none of it. "Arms up, out of the way," She said,

bringing his attention back to the situation at hand. "Let me get these pants unbuttoned so I can pull them down." In this way Timmy had to be actively involved in his own embarrassment. "Psyche" Thought Tracey.

Deftly Tracey undid the belt, snap and zipper.

She hesitated imperceptibly to appreciate the moment and then as she knelt directly in front of the boy she worked his Dockers down to his ankles. "Step out." She commanded as she gathered the trousers, folded them and hung them away. Finally, ignoring the tingles that were running through her she knelt again in front of the boy. "Just these left now, Timmy. Keep those arms up out of my way." Timmy's immediate compliance caused a stirring within her. Keeping alert for any sign of resistance she grabbed the waistband and began to work his boxers down slowly. Timmy's groin was just about at Tracey's eye level as the unveiling proceeded. Timmy tried to think about anything else but could not and was very aware of the friction of his boxers sliding down in front of the young girl and the cool room air sweeping across his genitals while the heat rose in his face. "There" said Tracey, taking in the sight of his hairless

unblemished naked body. "That's better, now you're completely naked and ready for your visit." Timmy wondered how it could be "better."

Tracey preceded with the exam preliminaries.

"Step on the scale...arms at your sides. Stand up nice and straight." Tracey stood to his side with unobstructed view of his front side and slid the weights back and forth, making quite a production out of it. "umm hmm." She said as she noted the weight in his chart. "Now let's see how big you've grown since your last visit." And with that Timmy had to turn around. He felt the coolness of the metal plate under his bare feet as he turned and the cool office air circulating around his bare flesh. A shiver ran up his spine but it had nothing to do with the room temperature. Timmy felt like a captive with his hands by his sides, weight distributed equally and standing completely straight and restrained by the metal arm of the scale's built in measuring tool that rested on his head. He felt completely under her control. He knew that she had been given the authority to have him do practically anything, assume any position,

perform any action no matter how embarrassing. Any objection or hesitation on his part would lead to a trip over nurse Debbie's lap and he had a feeling that Debbie and Tracey would be only too anxious to apply the necessary correction. Tracey left her real life doll standing in place while she went about recording and noting his height. She didn't hurry. She enjoyed watching the naked boy and having the power to put him through the routine.

After what seemed like an entire school year to Timmy the exam room door directly opposite the scale opened and in walked nurse Debbie. Debbie smiled brightly when she saw him displayed as if on a pedestal. Timmy noticed that she hadn't bothered to shut the door. "Well, it's good to see you again Timmy". (Not funny thought Timmy as his cheeks burned just a little brighter.) "Let's get you situated now," said Debbie, as she guided him over towards the dreaded chair with her left hand on his upper arm and her right palm cupping his left butt cheek to steer him. "Don't forget my naked little boy, any shenanigans and I will take you right over my knee. Then we will find out if I can spank as good as your mom and, if I can't I'll practice until I can."

Timmy had no doubt that nurse Debbie would compensate for her inexperience with enthusiasm. Any deficiencies would be addressed by his mom who, having finally parked the Buick, entered the room and also did not shut the door. He knew the commotion of a spanking would probably draw an audience and that his mom thought that just made the lesson more effective. He knew he would not be able to control himself when he saw the needle and the consequences that would bring. He knew he had 12 more weeks to go...