Joey 5

By Red Rover

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Joey Goes to Camp, Chapter 4.

Setting: Glenview Heights, a middle class housing development outside a small Midwestern city. Time – late 1960’s.

Characters: The Worden Family - Mother Agatha age 41 (divorced), Children: Mary (14), Joey, (13) and Cathy (12)

A week after Joey’s humiliating day at school, he was sent off to his pediatrician’s office for the camp physical. His mother directed that Mary and Cathy accompany him to provide supervision. Joey, of course, resented being treated as a small child, but knew that any back-talk would just result in another spanking, so he accepted his fate. It was a warm day, so his mother dressed him in shorts with a thin T-shirt and no underwear.

When he objected, his mother said firmly, “You’re going to have to take everything off for your physical anyway, so this will save time.” She also handed Mary a sealed note to give to the office staff.

The pediatrician’s office was fairly crowded that afternoon with about a dozen children and five mothers seated in the waiting room. Mary handed the note to the girl at the desk – a young woman maybe 19 or 20 years old. The girl read the note, giggled and smiled at Joey. “The nurse will be with you shortly, Joey, you and your sisters just have a seat over there on the couch.”

After a few minutes, the nurse whose nametag read “Diane Grant, RN” came over with a thermometer in her hand. First, we need to take your temperature, Joey,” she said. “Now just stand up and pull down your pants.”

Joey was startled and dismayed. “Why my pants?” he shrilled in panic. “Can’t you take it in my mouth?”

Diane smiled indulgently. “Dr. King prefers to use rectal thermometers for little boys. Many of them can’t sit still long enough for the temperature to register. Now take down your shorts or I’ll have your sisters do it for you.”

“But I’m not a little boy,” Joey protested. “I’m thirteen, a teenager, this isn’t fair.”

Mary smacked his bottom firmly. “You’ll do as the nurse says or you’ll get a bare-bottom spanking right here in the waiting room. Either way, your bare bottom is going to be on display, but a spanking will be MUCH more embarrassing.”

Looking around the room, Joey could see that none of the children present appeared to be over ten years old and the mothers seemed to be in their twenties. This was NOT an environment where a young teen boy wanted his bottom bared, but there appeared to be no way out without a major struggle and he was not under any illusion as to the outcome.

Reluctantly, the embarrassed young teen lowered his pants to below his knees and turned around facing his sisters so the little kids wouldn’t be looking at his boy-parts.

“Good boy,” the nurse smiled. “Now just lie down across your sisters’ laps so we can put the thermometer in. That way none of the kids will see your little willie.”

Joey practically dove over Mary’s lap, holding both hands to cover his penis and testicles until he was firmly ensconced with his body over Mary’s lap and his head in Cathy’s lap. Both girls giggled, Cathy tousled his hair and Mary patted his bare bottom gently. “Such a good little boy,” said to her red-faced older brother.

Diane pulled down Joey’s shorts to his ankles and then pulled them off entirely. “We won’t need these again until you’re ready to go home,” she stated firmly.

The she took off his shoes and socks, so Joey was bare from the waist to his toes. Joey squirmed and whimpered but he was helpless.

“I’ll put his clothes in this bag,” the nurse said. “Don’t forget to pick them up on the way out.” Both girls giggled at the thought of a half-naked Joey going home on the bus.

Then the nurse picked up the jar of lubricant and put a large dollop on her gloved finger. “This won’t hurt, but it may be a bit uncomfortable,” she said as she worked her finger into Joey’s rectum. Then she took the thermometer and inserted it into the rectum.

“OK, Mary,” she said. “Now you hold the thermometer in place for about five minutes so the temperature will register properly. Don’t let it slip out. If it starts coming out, wriggle it back in slowly, no quick motions. We don’t want to hurt the little boy.”

Joey closed his eyes in humiliation and frustration. He was sure every eye in the waiting room was focused on his bare bottom and that stupid thermometer sticking out of it. His morale was not helped any when two girls about eight or nine came over and made remarks about how cute his bottom was. Cathy shooed them away after a minute or so, but the damage was done.

Almost ten minutes passed, which seemed like hours to Joey. Finally, Diane came back and pulled out the thermometer. “Ninety-eight point eight,” she announced. “Perfectly normal.”

She used a tissue to clean off Joey’s bottom, which was another embarrassing moment. “You can get up now, Joey.”

Joey got up uncertainly and stood with his hands covering his tiny penis and testicles. At least his erection had subsided. “Can I put on my pants now?”

“No, Joey, I have to get your height and weight, follow me over to the scales.”

So, Joey reluctantly followed the young woman to the scales, which involved passing several women and girls. Denise had Joey stand on the scales and recorded his height and weight. She didn’t object when he covered his privates and Joey wished he had a third hand to cover his bare bottom. Then she guided him over to a table where she took his blood pressure and listened to his heart and lungs.

“Everything looks just fine, Joey,” she said. “Now you can go over and sit with your sisters until Dr. King is ready for you.”

Diane sent him on his way with a little spank and he made his way reluctantly past the women and girls, who looked sympathetic but said nothing.

Being able to sit down was a relief because he was able to put his hands in his lap and hide his boy parts. But his comfort did not last long. A young woman with a clipboard came into the waiting room and asked. “Joey Worden?”

Joey reluctantly raised his hand.

“Hi Joey, I’m Lisa the lab technician,” the girl said. “I need you to come to the lab with me to get some blood and urine samples.”

“OK,” Joey responded. “Can you get me my shorts, Cathy?”

Cathy snorted. “You don’t need your shorts, silly boy. We’re still in the children’s wing.”

“Fuck no,” Joey sputtered. “I’m not going out in the hallway with just this stupid T-shirt on.”

“Joey, don’t use dirty words!” Mary scolded. “And get up right now or you won’t sit down for the rest of the day.”

Joey got to his feet reluctantly. “I’m still not going out with just this T-shirt on.”

Mary shook her head in disgust. “So, you don’t want to go out into the hallway with your T-shirt on?”

“No,” Joey said stubbornly.

“Well, we can solve THAT problem easily enough,” Mary said. With that, she grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it off over his head, leaving the young teen totally naked in front of about fifteen women and children in the waiting room.

“You bitch, give me that back,” Joey shrilled in dismay.

“OK, that did it,” Mary stated ominously. She grabbed Joey, sat down on the and deftly turned him over her left knee, pinning his legs with her right leg. “get the hairbrush out of my bag, Cathy.”

Joey squealed in terror as Cathy handed the heavy wooden hairbrush to her sister. “No, nooo, please, I’ll be good,” he promised desperately.

“Too late for that, little man,” Mary growled and brought the hairbrush down in a solid SMACK in the center of his left buttock. She repeated the smack to his right buttock and tightened her grip on his legs as Joey screeched in pain. “I’m going to light a fire we can cook dinner on your chubby little bottom>’

Again, and again, the heavy wooden hairbrush descended on the sobbing boy’s unprotected bottom. Mary spanked slowly but steadily, covering every inch from the top of his buttocks to the “sit spot” where the thighs and buttocks joined. Just to make things interesting, she would occasionally deliver five of six rapid, hard spanks to the same spot with no pause in between. Every time, this produced a yowl of pain from the victim.

The women and girls in the room gathered around with growing interest as the spanking continued, smiling, giggling and making little jokes as the boy’s torment continued. The young boys in the room, on the other hand, looked apprehensive and moved off into the far corners, hoping they would not be next on the spankee list.

“Your little brother’s bottom looks like a pair of ripe tomatoes,” one of the women remarked. “It looks like you’ve done this before.”

Cathy grinned. “Yep we both spank his chubby little bottom all the time. Mary is stronger, but she says I’m getting better at it.”

Mary paused. “Now that you mention it, my arm is getting tired. Why don’t you take over, Cathy?”

Released from Mary’s lap, Joey did a frantic “spanky dance” around the room, crying, rubbing his bottom and paying no attention to his penis and balls as they flopped around. All the female observers were delighted at this display and some even took advantage of his preoccupation by smacking his already sore bottom as he passed by them.

When he had settled down a bit, Cathy took the hairbrush from her sister and changed seats with her. “Time for Round Two,” she announced. “Come here, little boy and get over my knee.”

Reluctantly, Joey dragged himself over to the chair and bent over Cathy’s right knee. Cathy was left handed, so would be approaching the seat of the problem from a different angle.

She wasted no time and began smacking the boy’s already sore bottom and thighs with a vigor. She didn’t spank as hard as Mary had, but she smacked more rapidly and Joey’s already tenderized bottom could hardly tell the difference. His wails and sobs reached a new height and he positively howled when the fearsome brush made stinging contact with the previously unspanked areas of his inner thighs.

Finally, it was over and the bawling young teen lay over Cathy’s knee, totally spent. At Cathy’s urging, the female spectators took turns checking the heat emanating from his bright red bottom, often giving a little spank or rub in the process.

When the sobbing had died down and the tears had diminished, Mary spoke again. “Well Lisa, It looks like our naughty little brother is ready to behave himself for a while. We can go do those lab tests now.”

End of Chapter 5

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