Manhandled Chapter 1
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2008 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 1

Nine year old Timothy Russell was sitting quietly in the pediatrician's waiting room. He was aware that the visit was spurred by his mother's recent visit to the school. His teacher and the guidance counselor were concerned over his apparent lack of ability to pay attention in class, his work production has slowed to little to none, he had a problem keeping his mouth shut and often would wander around the room when he was supposed to be sitting. Those problems were aggravated by the principal's concern over his increased aggression and bouts with disrespect and defiance with adult interactions. The verdict? Take him to the doctor to see if there is something that can be done. "We suspect he's ADHD".

Mrs. Russell sat next to her son, running her fingers though his blond hair. His sky blue eyes were in the enjoyment of having his head rubbed. Marjorie was just thankful to have been blessed by such a handsome boy. Flashes of friends and even strangers comments about his athletic build and well appointed facial features made her gloat. "Timothy Russell" the reverie of the waiting room was broken as the nurse announced his name. Grabbing his arm, Marjorie Russell, compelled her hesitant son to rise and accompany her to the inner sanctum of small treatment rooms. As most boys his age imagine, Timothy held an inner concern there might be a shot involved and injections were not among his favorite things. "Hello, Mrs. Russell, Timothy will be seeing Andrea Carlson, the nurse practitioner today." She placed Timmy on the scale outside the treatment room area and slid the weights along the rails until the arm balanced at 72 pounds, then she raised the measurement arm and pushed Timmy's chin up so his eyes were lined up almost perfectly perpendicular to the wall. "Well now you've grown some since your last visit, Timmy. Looks like four feet and eight inches." The nurse noted the results in his file and ushered he and his mother toward the treatment rooms. "Mrs. Russell, if you'd have Timmy strip completely, Nurse Carlson will join you shortly." Marjorie nodded her understanding. The nurse quietly closed the door and Timmy could hear her slide his chart in the slot on the outside of the door.

"Well, Honey, you need to get undressed. Just hand me your clothes as you take them off and I'll fold them for you." Tim hoisted himself hesitantly to sit on the examination table and began removing his shoes and socks.

As he handed his mother his left shoe he asked. "Mom, why can't I see Dr. Fredericks instead of Nurse Carlson?" It was clearly evident the idea that a female would be mauling his exposed body was discomforting.

"Well, Timmy, I think who we see is best determined by the folks here at the office. Apparently, Nurse Carlson is the one who sees little boys with problems like yours."

"What problems? I just hate school. You think a nurse can make me like it? What are they going to give me some kind of 'fall in love with school' medicine?"

"Timmy you change that attitude or I'll wear you out right here. Would you like that?"

Pouting the boy lowered his head and slid back off the examination table undid his belt and slid his jeans down and kicked them off. Picking them up, he handed them to his mother. As she folded he raised his t-shirt up and over his head. After handing it to his mother he hoisted himself back onto the table. The coolness of the office was apparent as a slight chill was detected.

"You need to take off your underpants too, Timmy."

The almost ten year old got a surprised look on his face. "But..."

"No buts young man. You heard the nurse. She said completely undressed."

Mrs. Russell was contending with an arousing burst of voyeurism knowing she was going to make her overly modest young son expose his penis and testicles to a woman he'd never seen. She was only reminded of the fights she'd had to make him leave the bathroom door unlocked so she could keep an eye on his genital development. She loved to walk in on him while he bathed or toileted while acting as though her visits were just disinterested intrusions to pick up his dirty clothes and put them in the hamper or retrieve something from the medicine cabinet. Now, completely empowered by the setting and situation, she was going to expose him to a complete stranger and a female stranger at that. Shocked back to the immediacy of the situation, she reiterated, "Timmy, GET YOUR UNDERPANTS OFF, NOW!"

The increase in volume and the angry look in her eye told him that arguing about compliance was no longer an option. He slid back off the table with tears welling in his eyes, turned his back to his mother and slid the briefs to the floor. Without turning he stooped to pick them up as his mother eyed his tight little bottom. The thrill of the situation put a lump in her throat as she looked at the tan lines which stopped halfway up the boy's thigh and didn't begin again until the lower waist. Her thoughts jumped to the whiteness of his flesh surrounding those two well shaped globes. "We're going to have to buy you some Speedos next summer."

"What are those?" the boy responded as he reached back to hand his mother the briefs.

"Turn around and look at me when I'm talking to you, Timmy."

Slowly, but compliantly he did as he was told cupping his erect penis and tight ball sack with his right hand as he did so. Mrs. Russell reached over and slapped his arm. "I'm your mother. Move those hands and stand up like a gentleman. You really don't have a whole lot of respect for adults do you?"

His hands liberated his rather long and hard erection. The embarrassment of the situation was only his. It was apparent by his mother's gaze she was more than pleased to be witnessing a rare glimpse at her well endowed son's stiffened phallus. The thought of sharing such a beautiful boy piece with a stranger gave her already aroused sexual emotions a boost. Those feelings were amplified by the boy's obvious embarrassment. Not wanting to comment about his aroused state she continued, "Speedos my dear son are very small swimming suits. Kind of like your briefs, but only briefer. They are worn by boys all over the world in swimming competitions, but they also provide much more exposure to the sun for little boys to get sexier tans."

The boy's face reddened even further at hearing his mother use the word "sexy" when talking about him. Not completely satisfied she had sufficiently ensured her son would keep the erection until the nurse came in she continued.

"Timmy you have good sized peepee. When you were little I used to change your diaper and I used to like to rub the lotions and powders on it to make it get hard. Daddy and I used to strip you naked and let you run around in public places like the beach, parks and motel pools so we could show off that penis. Honey, you don't have to be ashamed to let people see that. Really son, your legs are wonderful as well those little calf muscles are shapely and tanned and those thighs rise to a beautifully shaped backside. What are you so concerned about. Listen, there aren't many nine year old, or I'll bet twelve year old boys whose penises are as long as yours. So show it off. Be proud of it. Look at it. It must be five inches long. Be proud. You have nothing to hide."

The boy glanced down at the hard projection with the cleanly exposed bluish pink glans.

"Now, hop back up on the table and quit the nonsense. Your body is beautiful."

Following his mother's instruction the boy once again hoisted himself onto the table. His legs dangled over the side as he drew his knees together trapping his erection between his thighs. In an attempt to redirect the discussion and his mother's eyes, he began, "Am..."

He was interrupted by his mother, "Spread those legs apart. I said you should be proud of that penis of yours. Get them wide apart young man. Let's let Nurse Carlson know what healthy modesty looks like in little boys."

Slowly, the boys spread his knees. Marjorie cupping both knees spread them further. "Now, what were you going to say?"

Then reaching over she gently jiggled his testicles within the scrotum. "Nice and tight little sack. Did you ever notice the wrinkles? Or the seam that runs down the middle?"

"Moooommmm, please leave me alone."

"I will examine any part of you I decide needs looking at young man. If you ever tell me to leave you alone again, I'll spank you until your bottom throbs. You just get that smart attitude of yours adjusted right now. I mean it. I have had enough". The reaching over she grabbed his erect penis and said, "I will touch anything I want to, I'm your mother." She punctuated the statement with a sharp tug on his penis causing him to offer a little grunt. Marjorie was delighted Timmy's hard on was raging. She wanted him to have it sticking out when the nurse entered.

"Am I going to get a shot?"

"I don't know. I don't think so. You might have to take medicine for this, but it will be pills."

"I don't want to take those pills. Two of the boys in my class are taking them and they aren't any fun to be with anymore. They are like zombies. Please, Mom, don't make me take those."

As they talked Marjorie could see that her son's penis was returning to a naturally flaccid state. Secretly, she was disappointed that he wouldn't be greeting the nurse with a stiff five incher rather than the flaccid four inches. Oh well, it still was a handsome specimen and she was sure it'd unfold to its fully stiff glory as he was examined. As Timmy was about to speak, the sound of the folder being slid out of the holder on the door could be heard. The knob twisted and the door opened. A young lady in a white coat with a stethoscope hanging around her neck entered. Timmy's knees began a rapid coming together which was met by a look from his mother. He hesitated and then spread them open again.

"You must be Timmy," the nurse's glances quickly surveyed the boy's genitals. "I'm Nurse Carlson". She held her hand out to Timmy first who gently shook it. Then she addressed his mother, "And what can we do for you today?"

Timmy sat on the table as his mother explained the problems at school. The nurse retrieved two forms from the file. "I see the teachers really think he has some problems. Usually, they want the boys medicated. We're not quite as quick to do that as we once were. The side effects from these drugs can be devastating. I'll tell you what, let's have a quick look at him and maybe we can find an alternative."

She turned toward Timmy and scooped his legs up placing them on the lower end of the table. Taking the back of his head she pressed the other hand on his chest as she lowered his torso to the table as well. He was naturally cupping his boy parts partly to shield them from view as the nurse gently took his hand and moved it to his side. "Now, now, those parts are very important to this examination. Let's just let them be. I've seen and touched many little boys' penises and testicles, Timmy. Yours aren't any different than most," then lowering her voice to a mumble and looking toward Mrs. Russell, "except maybe in the length department." She finished her statement with a wink to the proud mother. "Tell you what, let's start with your penis and testicles. That way you will get the worst out of the way first, whatta' 'ya say, Tim?"

"Okay"

Before he could get the permissive statement out the woman was pinching, kneading, and stroking his hardened penis. She pinched the glans to inspect the opening to the urethra. Then gently she massaged his scrotum as she felt his testes. You know Mrs. Russell, we have made some startling discoveries about ADHD. One just was announced in November of last year. Apparently the National Institute of Mental Health announced a significant study which concluded it wasn't a 'chemical imbalance at all. It really appears to be a developmental issue that is resolved normally as the boys grow."

"Oh, then, why the medication?"

"That study has many of us re-evaluating the medicine thing." She continued as she palpated the boy's abdomen. She then took the stethoscope and listened to his breathing and heart beat as she continued. "Actually there have been a lot of skeptics about the causes and cures all along. One of the most promising alternatives is using normal environmental stimuli rather than artificial stimulants to control many of the symptoms." She continued by looking in the boy's eyes, ears, nose and mouth. "We have found just changing the dress code, for many, has helped straighten things out. Boys' skin appears to be the primary intervention system. Timmy roll over on your tummy for a minute." She began feeling the Timmy's calf muscles then she worked his buttocks spreading them to examine the anus. She continued as she retrieved a tube of lubricant from the cabinet drawer. "Usually, we don't concern ourselves with rectal examination for normal physicals, but in ADHD boys we like to examine the prostate to see if stimulating it helps calm them a little. There is a tie in some studies to testosterone and its influence on many of the symptoms of the disorder. This is one of the reasons we see juvenile erections as a positive influence on his behavior."

Marjorie loved what she was hearing, "What you're saying is if he's erect it calms his hyperactive behavior?"

"To some degree. We can't have our little boys erect all the time, but occasionally it seems to help calm them down. We do know that stroking their skin, you know like massage, does definitely reduce aggressive responses, increases attention and focus, and helps with eating and sleeping irregularities. When we ask a parent to do the massage we instruct them not to ignore the penis, scrotum and prostate. "

"Should we be massaging Timmy?"

"It wouldn't hurt."

"Huh." Marjorie again noticed an increased heart rate and breathing. Here was a medical specialist telling her to massage her naked son everywhere.

"If you and your husband, a sibling, sitter or whomever would strip him naked and massage him all over, you'd be surprised how quickly he'd turn around. Of course the attention should be on body parts below the waist. There are large concentrations of receptors in his legs especially behind the knee. His penis especially at the glans is very sensitive. If you aren't shy, shoving a finger in is anus and toying with his prostate is also very stimulating for boys."

Marjorie wanted to respond but she was so flustered by the emotion of hearing this she choked out, "Wouldn't that be considered abuse?"

"Oh no. He's your son. Besides what I'm telling you is medically supported".

The excitement of the nurse preparing to shove her finger into Timmy's lower bowel brought Marjorie to her feet. She couldn't resist as close a view as possible. Her whole being was excited over watching her son's first experience at such humiliation. Secretly she wished she could do the honors. After the pervious instruction she was sure her turn would come that very afternoon. Timmy raised his head and looked back to see what the cold gel was and what the nurse would do with it. "Timmy you might want to just put your head down. You don't need to," the boy felt a thrust of the nurse's finger as it pushed up and into his rectum and let out a grunt with a touch of fear attached, "watch this." He lay quietly as the nurse wiggled her digit inside of him. Then she pushed something that made his boyhood jump beneath his body. It felt strange as she pushed on it again and began what felt like as stroking movement inside of him. He heard a "pop" as she slide the finger out of there. Then she took tissue and cleaned the opening around his hole. With a love tap slap she instructed him to roll over. Slowly he did so. When he had positioned himself back on the table she ordered him to spread his legs. Again, he did and was again sporting a rock hard erection. The nurse grabbed the penis and began slowly stroking and rubbing occasionally twirling his glans between her thumb and forefinger as she continued the conversation with his mother. "Mrs. Russell, here are our choices. We can do nothing and the school will be on your case, and his." She continued massaging his penis and scrotum as she talked, "Or, we can give him medication which has a high risk of causing other problems with him." Marjorie watched in amusement as the nurse looked to almost unconsciously continue to fondle the boy, "Or you and your husband can work on an alternate stimulation model as he normally grows out of the problem. But, I warn you that the latter is not an option for the overly modest."

"Well, what would the last one entail?"

"To begin with it would require lots of skin exposure and a whole lot of complete nudity on his part. In addition, you and your husband would have to ensure he was stimulated through massage and in particular his penis was often stimulated during the day. When he's aroused the testosterone is really pumping and that's something we want to encourage."

Timmy who had succumbed to the pleasure being administered to his hardened penis wanted to object but the pleasure being generated made him decide against it momentarily. He was afraid if he spoke the nurses attention would be drawn to what he had assumed was her unconscious fingering of his boyhood and she'd stop. However the thought his mother would buy into exposing him caused him to take pause.

"Mom, I'll take the pills. I don't want to be naked in front of people."

Mrs. Russell responded, "No, this is a decision I'll make with your father. If the pills may harm you further, I'm against it, and I know Daddy will be too." The nurse was completely unaware of the thankfulness the young mother had for giving her an out for alternative interventions.

"Please Mom, if I get worse from the pills we can stop. Let's do the pills."

Marjorie wouldn't confess to her son, but she loved the last option. Making him walk around with that penis of his bouncing side to side and the thought of exposing him in front of her bridge group, his friends, and his sister's friends was just too exciting. Not to mention being given permission to rub her son's beautiful genitals and finger his rectal region. She hadn't experience that since he was three and now, well, now just before puberty she'd have unbridled access to his most private parts.

"Now, if it was my child, which he isn't, I'd choose the tactile stimulation before anything else." The nurse continued. "You may have some hesitation about the fondling part, but we can work you into that slowly. It would require adjusting his attire as well, particularly when it comes to school. I'll tell you what here's the handout I give parents who are considering the stimulation program. Take it home, go over it with Mr. Russell, try some of the ideas out and then we can decide. How about we set up another appointment for next Wednesday?"

Still rotating the boy's glans back and forth she waited for the mother's response.

"I think that's a good idea. Let me discuss it with George and we'll make a decision."

The nurse released her hold on his tip and went to a cupboard above the sink. She retrieved a copy of a brochure with a naked boy on the front and handed it to the mother. "Timmy you can get dressed for now." He didn't need to hear that twice as he slid off the table and immediate grabbed his briefs. "It was nice to meet you and I'll look forward to talking with you next Wednesday. It might be good if you bring Mr. Russell as well."

"Thank you. I really appreciate the options. I'm not sure I want him taking pills. What do we tell them about his defiance and disrespect?"

"Did they lose their belts?" the nurse asked quizzically.

"What?" Marjorie asked as if she wasn't sure she'd heard right.

"Tell them to take his pants down and whip the fire out of his bare backside when he's acting like that. Really, what Timmy's looking for is someone to indicate physically whose in-charge. You know he needs the pecking order firmly established. A good belting every now and then works wonders for little boys. Huh Timmy?"

The boy gulped and nodded in affirmation, but hesitantly.

"Timmy I've just told your mother that anyone in-charge who is shown disrespect or whose commands you won't follow should whip your bare bottom with a belt. Do you understand what that all means?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good, then it's settled. He doesn't need any more talk. He needs action. So, Mrs. Russell you need to empower the teachers and principal. Be sure you and your husband double up on punishments at home. If he gets one at school or by a sitter you should follow up with another as soon as possible."

"You know, I've told them to spank him for his misbehavior. They won't. I think they're afraid of lawsuits."

"Here's a prescription from me and here is a release form drawn up by our attorney. Basically what it does in assures the school they will not be held liable for whipping him in accordance with prescribed instructions. You and George sign it in the presence of a notary and deliver it with this prescription to the school. If they still won't, contact me. It does irritate me a bit, that they don't want to whip the boys but they don't hesitate to suspend them so they miss instruction or send them here for harmful drugging, all for their convenience."

With that the nurse handed Marjorie the prescription for spanking and the legal form and went out the door with the chart. Timmy completed dressing. As his mother opened the booklet with the naked boy prominently displayed on the front he noticed the title—"Undressing Him for Success".

When they got home, Marjorie instructed her son to go up to his room and undress. Her heart rate noticeably elevated as she instructed him to return to the kitchen within five minutes completely nude. She cherished the idea that he would be displayed to her friends and neighbors. Even more so she was anxious to see his sister's playmates as they were told they could examine his boy parts if they liked.

Timmy argued with his mother. "You said you and Daddy were going to talk it over. You haven't talked to him yet. Can't we wait until he gets home?"

"Timmy I said go and get naked and get down to the kitchen in five minutes, or do I need to get the belt out?"

Slowly the boys climbed the stairs and headed toward his room. Marjorie went to the kitchen and opened the brochure. It summarized the research. The centerfold was of a completely naked boy about Timmy's age sporting an erection as he waited for someone to massage the front of his body. Again, emotion choked her up as she noticed the overlying transparent lines indicating the pattern to be followed in the process. She couldn't help but notice a circle around the boy's penis and testicles with a bubble that instructed the parent not to be shy about spending a few minutes working the genital area. As she read further, the brochure included instructions for prostate stimulation. She gulped as she continued. In the next few paragraphs it explained the more naked time a boy was afforded the more calming influence she would notice. Finally, the book suggested, when nudity was problematic, boys should only wear shorts hemmed well above the knee. Underwear was optional, but not recommended. As she read this she was determined to humiliate her son and make sure his penis was on display as much as possible. As she flipped the final page of the brochure her naked son strode into the kitchen clutching his genitals and keeping his eyes cast downward.

"Timmy!" she shouted.

"What?" came the reserved reply.

"Move those hands. You know better than that."

"Mom this is embarrassing. I mean what if Tiffany comes home?"

"She's your sister! She can see you in all your glory. Quit being so secretive."

"Mooooommmm. She's going to laugh."

"Probably, but that's only because she isn't used to seeing you naked. Why, I don't believe she's seen that penis of yours in years. Has she?"

"No."

"Well I guess it's her lucky day."

"What if Kristin is with her?"

"Then it's their lucky days." Marjorie continued, "Look at it this way, Kristin is going to see it and probably play with it soon. So, I'd think it would be easier for her to see it now and get the pain over with, don't you?"

"Noooo. I don't want anyone to see me this way."

"Well, Daddy and I will decide that. I think its cute watching that peepee bounce around as you walk. And those tight little butt cheeks are so cute." She reached around and pinched his left globe. "Oh, Timmy, don't be so shy. You look very handsome. To tell you the truth I love it. I'm so proud to be showing you off."

"Come on, Mom, you might be proud, but I want to hide. I'm embarrassed."

"Oh, I think your father is home. I wonder where you sister is?"

Momentarily the back storm door rattled a bit and the knob twisted and in walked Timmy's father. Seeing his son standing there in the all together he did a retake. "Whoa, aren't you cold?" He kissed his wife and took off his coat and hat. "What's with Tim? Is he becoming a nudist?"

"Well, Dear, yes I think in a way he is."

Timmy added, "Nnnnnooooo! Mom's making me be naked. She won't let me put any clothes on".

"What?" George Russell said with wide eyes.

"George, we can talk about it after dinner. We'll let Timmy go up and get a bath, have Tiffany clean up the kitchen and you and I can go up to our room to discuss this matter. So for the time being, Timmy will be naked."

"Whatever," George waved it off as he went to the hall closet to hang up his coat.

Twelve year old Tiffany arrived short after George. Luckily she didn't have her friend Kristin in tow. She usually did but the lateness of the hour probably compelled Kristin to go home for dinner. As she entered the kitchen she looked over her brother taking an extra glance at the prominent boner, "Well, now aren't we cute?" She began chuckling. "Finally, I get to see what my brother has going for him. Are you going to come to dinner like that?"

George hearing this just said, "Knock it off, Tiffany. He's embarrassed enough without you making it worse."

"Geezzz, Dad. The kid's almost ten and he's walking around nude. What do you want me to say?"

"He isn't nude because he wants to be. He's nude because your mother told him he has to be. I have no idea why, but if Mom says he's to be naked, then he's to be naked."

"Where is Mom?" Tiffany asked as she nonchalantly glanced again at her little brother's erect penis. "Hey, Timmy, can't you make that thing soft? I mean walking around with a boner isn't the most modest thing."

"Tiffany, I said, knock it off. He's having a perfectly normal reaction to the situation."

Tiffany grabbed a carrot off the relish dish and munched as she shrugged and said, "I guess we girls wouldn't know. But you know, we do appreciate looking at a handsome boy's dickie". She took the liberty to reach down and jiggle her brother's erection with her left hand as she finished the carrot.

"Hey, leave it alone. Don't touch me." Timmy complained.

"Timmy, let your sister have her fun. She'll be massaging you before long". Marjorie corrected as she reentered the family gathering. Walking over to her husband she handed him the brochure, "Here, we got this from the doctor's office today. Read while Tiffany and I get the table ready."

"Hey what about Tim?" Tiffany objected.

"Do you want a naked boy handling your dishes and eating utensils?" Marjorie jested.

"No, I guess not. Can we keep him like that?"

"I don't know, Daddy and I will talk about it after dinner. You'll be cleaning up and Timmy will be taking his bath. By the way, before he gets out of the tub, I want you to spread his cheeks and make sure his little hole doesn't have any remnants of you know. We don't need skid marks on the furniture. So you'll need to call her when you think you're done, Timmy."

"That reminds me of a joke". Tiffany retorted. "How's the Starship Enterprise like a piece of toilet paper?"

George was first to shrug and say, "I don't know."

"They both travel around Uranus wiping out Klingons." Tiffany answered as both parents chuckled. Timmy didn't get it.

"Anyway, Tiffany, after we talk, I'll teach you how to clean his hole so we don't have problems." Marjorie reiterated.

"You talk like this is going to be a regular thing". George was somewhat perplexed.

"It may be. I'll explain it all to you after you read the brochure and we get a chance to discuss the matter."

As Marjorie stated pulling plates off the shelf, Tiffany went to the silverware drawer and began counting pieces. Timmy sat down with his legs spread and his chin planted in the two fists he had formed. George took the brochure and retreated to the living room with a martini in the other hand. Dinner was rather quiet. The silence was broken by Tiffany.

"This is weird."

"What's weird?" Marjorie asked.

"Looking across the dinner table at my brother's bare chest. I mean you and Daddy used to insist that he put a shirt on to eat at the table. Now he's sitting there naked all the way. I'll bet he was playing with his wiener and he didn't wash his hands."

Timmy glared at his sister and shouted, "STOP, Tiffany. Leave me alone."

George nodded his agreement as he popped his daughter on the shoulder, "Leave your brother alone."

"I..."

"Just leave him alone. Understand?" George reiterated.

"Yes, Sir."

Dinner was quiet. When it ended Tiffany cleared the table and Timmy was sent to draw his bath. The parents went to their bedroom where most family business was negotiated in private. "What's with this naked stuff anyway?"

"Did you read the brochure?"

"Yeah, but I don't understand what's going on with our boy?"

"Well, you remember the school wanted him to be medicated? Well the doctor's office doesn't like medicating kids and this is an alternative they recommend for little boys with Timmy's kind of problem. They want us to keep him naked or as close to naked as possible for a few weeks, massage him like in the book, bathe him every now and then and let other kids play with his, well his penis and testicles. It's supposed to stimulate his testosterone secretion and have a calming effect. Personally, I love to see him naked. He's truly a gifted little boy where it counts and I love to show it off."

"Yeah, well did you see how embarrassed he was? Are we going to knock him off the deep end if we do this program?"

"The nurse said he'd adjust to the nudity, but it would take a little while."

"And, doing this is going to????"

"It will help make him less aggressive, it will calm him down and should help him focus in school and improve his school work. It will give him all the benefits of stimulant medication without the possibility of side effects."

"And, you think this is a good idea? I mean I kind of get a kick out of his humility too. And, yeah, I love to show off the kid's middle leg too. I mean it makes folks wonder if it was inherited." George chuckled as his wife threw her hairbrush at him. "But do we have to let folks paw at him?"

"They said the more often he has an erection be better the results."

"Well, if you're convinced about this I guess we need to try it."

"You know you're going to have to help with the bathing and massaging too. It isn't all my job". Marjorie warned.

"You mean I will have to rub his penis and stuff?"

"Yes, you will and so will Tiffany."

"I don't know if I can do that. He might even feel more comfortable with a man touching it than he would with a female doing it. I'm not sure it's in a man's nature to be touching little boys' penises."

"No the doctor says, both parents and sibling if desired should be included".

"How long do we have to keep him like this?" George asked.

"Well, the nurse seems to think it'll be until he reaches puberty. Give it three or four years."

"Three or four years," George began laughing. "He'll be devastated if he knows that."

"Moooommmmm, Mooommmmm," Tiffany's voice traveled down the hallway to her parents ears.

Entering the bathroom Tiffany began complaining her brother wouldn't let her inspect his backside. Grabbing Timmy's arm, his mother twisted him around and slapped his bare bottom. "From now on you let your sister do what she wants. Now, Tiffany spread his cheeks." Timmy could feel his sister spread his cheeks apart. "See the brown stains? Take your finger and put some soap on it." The teen squeezed some liquid body soap on her finger. "Kind of hook the finger, loop it in the hole and then push it in and out until you're sure it's clean. Like this..." Marjorie demonstrated. "He's not going to like you doing this, but don't let that stop you." She looked back at her daughter for some sign that she understood how to do the cleaning. Tiffany responded with a nod. "Okay, go ahead stick your finger in there." Moving aside for Tiffany it was only a moment before Timmy felt the smaller digit of his sister as it slid into his rectum. "You okay, now?"

"I think so, thanks Mom."

"Oh and Timmy you're not. When your sister releases you, you need to dry off and report to the living room. Daddy's going to have to help you with the idea that when someone is in-charge of you, you will do as you're told".

"But..."

"No buts young man. Just dry off and get into the living room for a round with Daddy's belt. Oh and you're naked while you're home unless Daddy or I tell you otherwise. When you get home from school you will immediately go to your room and strip. Do you understand the new rule?"

"Can't we..."

"I asked if you understand the new rules."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Naked downstairs after Tiffany's done with you."

"Mom, can I watch?" Tiffany was hardly in control of the rush of hormones at the though.

"Sure. You need to watch in case you have to do it yourself. Besides you need to be at the rule setting session." Marjorie left the bathroom.

"Guess you're in for it now, huh?" All of a sudden Tiffany was acting like a caring sibling. The truth of the situation was she was elated. Timmy didn't respond to her remark, he just pouted as his sister assisted him out of the tub. Tiffany grabbed the towel and began blotting his genitalia. "Let's get these nice and dry and hopefully hard for the session in the living room."

"Tiffany, stop! Stop touching me there."

"I can always bring this up at the meeting tonight. I can always say I was drying your nice little package here and you were objecting and yelling at me. What do you think Mom would say? I mean you're going to get a beating for not letting me clean your ass. Think Dad will add extra swats for being uncooperative while I was drying you?"

"I can dry myself."

"Well, here," Tiffany threw the towel at her brother. "Finish drying off and then get your ass down to the living room. Remember, naked, no towels, no underwear, no nothing. See you there."

Timmy completed the job and slowly walked the hallway to the living room. He could hear his mother, father and sister talking and laughing. As he entered the doorway the discussion ceased and all eyes were on his naked presence particularly his stiff appendage pointing aimlessly at the back wall of the space. "Mom, don't you just love seeing his little peepee standing up like that?" Tiffany asked.

"It is kind of cute, I gotta admit it's cute as a button seeing that hairless hard on." Timmy couldn't believe it his father was agreeing with his sister.

"I told you. I'm going to enjoy this." His mother chimed in.

Then the paternal voice came to Timmy's attention again. "Sit down on the couch and spread those legs so we can watch that stiffie you're sporting, Tim." He walked over sat down and spread his legs. He could feel and observe three sets of eyes on his engorged penis and tight ball sack. "Tim, Mom and I have agreed to try the new program recommended at the doctor's office. She is going to tell you the rules. When she's finished, I unfortunately will have to whip your backside tonight for not obeying Tiffany. I sure hope it's the last time I have to do it too. You had better listen to the rules well, because we will ask you to repeat them to make sure you've heard them. From now on, breaking the rules will result in spankings with the belt. So listen carefully."

With that his mother began, "Timmy beginning today, you will be naked at all times when you aren't in school, unless Daddy, Tiffany or I tell you to get dressed."

"Why is Tiffany getting to be the boss?"

"Tiffany is older than you are and she has to be responsible for you when we aren't here. We just don't want you giving her trouble. I know you don't like that, but it's a fact of life for you."

Timmy glanced at his sister. She was gloating over her new found control.

"When you come home from school you have five minutes to be naked and back down in the living area or out in the yard".

"Out in the yard?"

"Oh, yes, Tim, you will be naked everywhere around the neighborhood. And you will play outside a lot like that. The doctor says the outside is more stimulating to your body than sitting inside the house. You'll be playing in the snow nude as well. If you'd like I'll let you read that booklet she gave me. It explains the whole thing very plainly."

"You can just tell me. But, if I go outside everyone will see me."

"Yes, they will. And, that brings me to the second rule. You can never cover that penis of yours. It should always be swing freely and visible to anyone and everyone. Nurse Carlson says that the longer your penis is stiff during the day the better the benefit and we both know showing it off makes it stiff. So if you feel compelled to cover up for any reason, you'll get the belt. That means even momentarily covering it with your hands. So be very careful.

"Now, about the belt . Daddy and I, Tiffany, your teacher, the principal, or for that matter any adult, or in the case of your sister, teenager in-charge, can use the belt on you when they feel you've broken the rules or are rude or disrespectful. I would prefer that for more serious offenses we leave it to Daddy. He is much stronger than we and can really make the point better. Any questions?"

"But, Tif.."

"Tiffany will be allowed to use the belt on you whenever she feels you deserve it." With that Tiffany's eyes glistened and seemed to speak the secret desire for the first offense she could punish. This made the ordeal even more upsetting to the nine year old. "Any other questions?"

"They're going to spank me at school?"

"Yes, I called the Mr. Bronson and he said though they didn't spank very often and when they did it was never on the bare backside, if the doctor wrote the order then the school has to comply. I assured him that we, your Dad and I, would bring the necessary paperwork to school tomorrow morning and that you would immediately come under the new plan. He will make your strip naked and will not use a paddle on you, he's to use a belt, and he or the offended adult will do so every time your behavior warrants it."

Timmy swallowed hard at the thought. His face had reddened as he considered the impending embarrassment.

"Now, before we get off the topic of school. I am going to stay up tonight and get as many of your shorts and pants shortened. From now on, when you do wear clothes, you will have short, short pants to wear. You will refrain from wear underpants as well."

"But, Moooommmmm..."

"Don't go there Timmy. The new plan says humiliation is a most powerful stimulant for hormone secretion and that's what's important."

"But, the kids will see my, my, you know. If my shorts are short and no underpants, everyone will see me."

"That's the point, Buddy," his Dad chimed in. "You are growing to be a man, but you aren't there yet. Little boys shouldn't be so modest".

"Now let's get back on track here," Marjorie tried to refocus the conversation, "While you're naked there will be times when people want to feel your, well, your penis and testicles. Some will grab and some will ask. No matter, anyone who wants to feel or play with your boy parts is welcomed to do so. You are not to pull away or resist them. Understand?"

"What if it's a little kid?" Tiffany wanted clarification. It was obvious, she had plans.

"Doesn't matter, little kid, girl, boy, man, woman, if they want to examine him, they are welcomed to do so. People will want to take pictures of him and he will allow that as well. If he breaks the rule he will be whipped right where it happens, in front of all who care to watch."

Timmy began to tear up, and he gurgled, "Why? How come I have to do this?"

Marjorie moved over to the couch and draped one arm over her weeping son's shoulder as she gently rubbed his penis and scrotum with the other hand. As she did so the tears trickled down the boy's cheeks. "Timmy, we want the best for you and what we were doing wasn't working. We have to try this and see if you are going to change."

George replied to his son's remark, "We've heard that for the past two years. You always promise. It's apparent, Tim, that you can't do this yourself. If a little nudity and some embarrassment will fix this problem, I'm going to have to say, I'm for it. Besides, you have a handsome body and nudity suits it well."

"Who's Gary?" Tiffany asked.

"He's a boy in my class. He wasn't paying attention. They said he caught something like AH..A"

"ADHD?" Tiffany offered.

"Yeah, that's it. He caught that."

"Honey, you don't catch that. What we found out at the doctor's office is that the latest research says that sensory stimulation, some no nonsense discipline, and a generous helping of affection are the best cures. You heard Nurse Carlson. She said those pills were dangerous. They have some pretty severe side effects. Daddy and I discussed that option and we both feel we don't want you taking those. Besides, Daddy's right, your little pecker sticking out like that all the time is kind of cute. It makes me proud to show off your body."

"It makes yoooouuuuuu proud, but it makes me embarrassed."

"You'll get over it. I'll bring Kristin over tomorrow to play with your little thing and before you know it you'll just accept being naked as a way of life." Tiffany had to rub it in.

"Yeah, well, why don't you go naked, Tiffany. I mean, if it's so neat and all, why are you allowed to wear clothes?"

George again responded calmly, "Your sister isn't having problems. You are. Timmy this is a done deal. You aren't going to talk your way out of it."

"How long do I have to stay like this?"

"The booklet says little boys need to follow the plan until puberty", Marjorie answered.

"When is that?" Timmy was going from pouting to anger.

"For you, probably four or five years," George replied.

"Four or five years. You mean I have to be naked for four or five years?" His voice was raised.

"That's what we're saying. If we see improvement you'll be on the program until then," George was emphatic.

"It'll work. I like looking at him naked. And, I like showing him to others naked. So, it's going to work. I'm sure of it." Marjorie released part of her secret desire to see and touch her young son's boyhood.

"Me too!" Tiffany chimed in.

"Okay, Timmy, we—Dad, Tiffany and I—are going to be massaging you every day. We'll be taking turns. I think you'll like the feeling of the massages. It'll feel awkward at first, but you'll get used to it. The hardest part of the massage, as far as you're concerned, will be the amount of attention we have to give to your penis and testicles. I'm sure you'll settle in, in a week or two." With that Marjorie once again began stroking the nine year old package spread out beside her. As she did so, Timmy momentarily closed his eyes and thrust his head backward in an obvious show of pleasure. "See, you already like it."

"NO I don't!"

"Timmy, yes, you do," Tiffany observed as she mimicked her brother's response to the maternal stimulation. "Ohhhh, ohhh..."

"Tiffany, that's enough," George stopped her.

"Now, Tim, every day your bottom will be inspected by your sister for cleanliness. Every time you have a bowel movement you will immediately have her clean you. You wipe as best you can and Tiffany will insert her finger with soap and water and clean so we don't have poop stains on our furniture. If you forget, you'll get a whipping and you'll have to lick the stains off wherever you've deposited them. So, be careful."

"Oh yuck, a shit eating brother," Tiffany chided.

"Tiffany, if you can't stop teasing him, you'll have to leave," George was getting firmer.

"There is a bright spot, Tim," Marjorie piped in as she wiggled his shaft back and forth by shaking his pinched frenulum. "I talked to Aunt Sylvia and she's going to make Phillip and Paul stay naked while they're here too."

"Yeah well, they're littler than me," Timmy reasoned.

"Okay, okay Phillip is six months younger than you are and granted Paul is only seven, but misery loves company. I've changed both of those boys' diapers and neither is as well endowed as you are. Of course, there aren't many boys as gifted in that department as you are," at this point she was pinching the glans and wiggling his still very erect penis. "Well now look at the time. It's time for you, young man to be going to bed."

"Uhhh," Tiffany interrupted.

"Oh, yes, first you need to be whipped for your problem with following Tiffany's direction," George said as he stood and removed his thing leather belt. "Go to the end of the couch and bend over the arm."

"Please Daddy, I'll do what she wants. Please I was just not used to this..."

Releasing his penis, his mother followed up with, "Tim, it's gonna happen. Do what Daddy told you."

Grabbing his son's arm he led him to the arm of the couch and bent him over it. Using his feet he spread the boy's legs until the bottom of his scrotum was visible between his legs. "Tiffany, here. Take the belt and whip him for disobeying you."

"You mean I get to..."

"Yes, he offended you. So you do the honors." He handed his ecstatic daughter the implement. "Just put some stripes on his butt there."

"How many?"

"As many as you think he needs," George replied.

Suddenly the discussion had ended and there was a whoosh followed by a sharp snap as the belt contacted the boy's backside. On contact Timmy lunged forward. Then another whoosh and snap and again his body thrust forward. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly.

"All this time, you thought I was the only one who could give a decent whipping and his sister has been able to do it..."

A smile broke on Tiffany's face as she added another stripe.

"all along." George completed his statement.

Another whoosh was followed by a snap. With that Timmy screamed and cringed in pain. Again, the whistle of the belt though the air was ended with a snap and another stripe.

"How many are you going to give him?" Marjorie asked. Frankly she was hoping to watch this all night but realistically she knew it had to end.

"I thought..." wooshhh, snapp, "I thought I'd give him ten." Woooshhh, snap.

"I'll be good, please, Tiffany I'll do whatev..." wooossssh, snap, his tearful plea was interrupted by another stroke.

"Lord, she really is good at this. Where'd you learn to whip little boys so well?" Marjorie asked.

Wooossssh, snappp, "It's all in the wrist, Mom. I guess jump rope?" Woooossssh, snapp.

"Oooooowwweeeee, oooowwwweee, please no more, please." The boy begged.

Tiffany stopped momentarily, "How many was that? I lost count with all the questions."

"Just give him another one and we'll call it even," George recommended.

"Can I hit his little bag?"

"You can if you think you're that good," Marjorie permitted.

"Spread your legs more, Timmy," Tiffany ordered.

"No, please no!"

"Timothy John, you're getting this for disobeying her in the first place. Are we going to have to be doing this all night?"

"Well, I guess I'll get his little ball sack next time," Tiffany expressed her disappointment.

"Timmy time for bed," the boy was still sobbing and bent over the couch.

He stood up and yelled, "I hate you! I hate you!" as he quickly retreated toward his room.

"Guess no hugs and kisses tonight," George observe lightly.

"Oh shoot, I meant to video Tiffany's first spanking episode. Oh, man, how could I have forgotten?" Marjorie lamented.

"Just tape the next one, Mom. I'm sure I'm going to get to do it again. I loved hurting that little brat."

"Tiffany! That's enough. He's your brother and he's not a brat. We love him."

"Yeah, well he gets to me sometimes. Tonight he found out that has to stop."

George interjected, "Tiffany, you must be fair with him. You aren't to go looking for reasons to punish him or we'll take the privilege away. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, but..."

"No buts. Either you will make fair and mature decisions or you won't be allowed to do this. If I find out you're abusing the privilege I'll take a belt to you. I mean it."

"Yes, sir. I promise." Then having to find a way out from the corrective posture of her father she excused herself, "I have some homework to do, so I'm going to my room."

As she mounted the stairs of the split level to go to her bedroom, the muffled sounds of her brother's sobbing gave her a feeling of satisfaction. She snapped her fingers and whispered a "Yesssss".

In the living room George kissed his wife and said, "Let's go to our room. It's my turn to get some of what you were giving Timmy a little while ago. I mean you can massage mine any time you want, too."

The two turned out the lights in the living room. As they climbed the stairs Marjorie summarized her feelings.

"You know, it might be wrong, but doing this to Tim makes me horny as hell. I mean I love seeing him embarrassed and sporting that little woody in front of strangers. If you could have seen him when Nurse Carlson played with his little boy toy, I mean. God, I was ready to masturbate. Do you think his circumcision needs some cleaning up?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, you know that little turtle neck bunched up behind his glans. Is that normal?"

"I guess so. It'll probably straighten itself out during his adolescent growth spurt. It goes away when he's hard, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess it does." Marjorie had a pensive look on her face. "Besides, it just gives me a little more skin to pinch when I want to shake him around a little bit."

"There you go. He's okay," George wrote off her concern as they closed the bedroom door behind them.