Play a Little, Pay a Lot Part 1A
By Sir Cum Sizemore


copyright 2004 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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Terri O'Neill was startled out of her reverie in the psychologist's waiting room.  "Good morning, Mrs. O'Neill, I'm Doctor Wilson."  

She had come to discuss a problem with her son, Mark.  Mark was nine years old, soon to be ten.  He was a very handsome boy from all accounts.  His neighbors and his mother's friends reveled at his boyish good looks.  Average build, hazel eyes and black hair were combined to paint a handsome picture.  When he would occasionally wander out to the pool in the yard, his mother enjoyed the sight of his well proportioned muscular legs.  She only wished he'd wear shorts more often, as she, and some of the other mothers in the neighborhood, enjoyed looking at them.

"What can I do for you?" asked the young woman who had a stellar reputation for child therapy.

"I'm here about my son.  I didn't want to alarm him, so I came alone.  Only his father and I know I'm here," she nervously responded.

"Why don't you just relax a little and tell me about him."

"He's nine.  Lately, there have been reports from parents of other children which make me suspect he is having some sexual development problems."

"What sorts of things are being reported?"

"The lady across the street said her two young boys, 5 and 7, told her he and his friend took them to the woods and stripped them, paying them a quarter apiece.  They apparently played with their penises and testicles.  There was some anal exploration, but nothing apparently damaging. The mother wasn't overly concerned she just wanted me to be aware of it."

"Another parent said she found a picture of Mark hidden in her daughter's dresser.  The girl said Eddie, that's Mark's best friend, asked her if she and her friends would like to play hospital.  They could be nurses and Mark would be the patient.  Eddie apparently got to be the doctor.  Anyway, she and three of her friends decided to play and were hiding in another room as Eddie got Mark naked.  Three of them were seven years old and one, the girl who had the picture, was in their class at school.

"To make a long story short, Eddie's mother works in the afternoons sometimes and leaves him home.  He's ten and she feels he can look after himself with a neighbor standing by should he need anything.  The house being void of supervision leaves the boys a big play space.  This day it was a hospital.  

"According to the account of another little girl who was a nurse, the "doctor" played with Mark's penis and then told them to examine him.  They all pulled and squeezed his penis and testicles for quite some time.  

"Now I don't know if this story is factual, as I can't imagine Mark letting anyone see him naked.  A couple of months ago, I had to put some lotion on his genitals for poison ivy, and he was even hesitant about pulling his pants down for me.  He was especially embarrassed because I made him do it in the living room and his brother and sisters walked in and out while I put the lotion on.  So, again, with what I know about his modesty, I'm not sure if this is an accurate account or not.

"The girl who had the picture told her mother and me they then decided he needed to be restrained for treatment.  So they tied his wrists to the headboard bed posts and each ankle was tied to the foot board bed posts.  The girls then were told to yank on his penis.  The youngest was told to feel is scrotum and when she found the 'growths' inside to squeeze them hard so they wouldn't grow.  The girl relating this story said Mark screamed in pain and begged to take the ropes off.  But, the 'doctor' said, 'No pain, no gain'. Apparently, Marcie, the girl in their class, asked if she could do it, too.  Eddie told her to go ahead as much as she wanted.

"Then Eddie said, he was going to need some X-rays so he produced a Polaroid camera.  The girls took several pictures of him frontally.  He was unable to cover himself up.  They kept him erect for the whole process, as if he could go flaccid under the circumstances, I guess.

"Now, again, I can't imagine Mark being naked in front of Eddie, much less younger girls and a female classmate, but she swore the story was true.  And the picture of my nude son lying on the bed kind of cinched it.  It definitely added undeniable credibility to the little girl's story.

"After they restrained the patient, Marcie decided they should have visiting hours, and all the kids in the neighborhood, who wanted to should come by and visit with him while he was 'sick'.  So she sent the younger girls out to round up any other child who wanted to play with Mark's body.  They were allowed to ask if they wanted to 'see Mark naked and touch his thing'.  As the story goes they charged an admission fee of a quarter for a 15 minute visit and fifty cents for a 30 minute hands-on visit.  The children who paid the quarter could shout prompts to the children who were hands-on.  According to Marcie, they were shouting 'pull it hard', 'squeeze his balls', and 'shove this in his ass'.  All of which was apparently followed.  Those who paid fifty cents could photograph him in any position for an extra dime.  I suppose that's where the picture came from."

The psychologist interrupted, "Did you confront him with this story?  I think your questioning the factuality of the story is probably a denial reaction.  If there are pictures and young girls can describe graphically what they did and his reaction to it, then the story probably holds a considerable amount of truth."

"No, I was a bit ashamed and afraid he'd go off the deep end.  I decided to come to you and get your suggestion.  His father was furious about the story.  I had to say it didn't sound like something our overly modest child would do.  I convinced his Dad to wait until I talked to you.  He wanted to take his pants down and wear him out with a belt."

In an effort to reassure the distraught mother, Melanie Wilson replied, "Mrs. O'Neill, this isn't a time to despair. We can work with his problems after we understand them a little better.  It might be just some normal sex play most kids engage in."  

"There's more.  Apparently, when he and Eddie had a sleep over at Eddie's house, Mark was seen running around the neighborhood completely naked under street lights.  He stood 'spread eagle' displaying his penis and testicles to cars that passed. One of those passersby was a neighbor from half way down the block. When she told me, she said it looked like Mark, but she couldn't be absolutely sure.  She said, 'I wasn't looking at his face'." Both chuckled.  "Now, I'm thinking, if there are three reports like this, he must be doing at least some of it."

"Does he have any siblings?"

"Yes, he has an eight year old younger brother, Phillip, a five year old sister Susie, and a twin sister, Leslie.".

"Do they ever relate stories to you about these things?"

"No.  Maybe they're afraid to tell me."

"Possibly.  But, I would assume had they visited the 'hospital' you would have known quickly.  Children can't keep a secret very well.  I'm sure some of their friends were 'visitors' that day, if it happened.  My skepticism is, they would have heard it from their friends, even if they didn't go, and it would be very likely at least one of them would have shared the information with you, even if it was just intended to get him in trouble."

"Oh, they might not.  He can be very physical with them. He's quite bossy with his brother and sisters.  That's why I think they'd keep it to themselves for fear of his retribution."

"Mrs. O'Neill, I have to agree we probably have a problem here.  But, again, it's something we can work with.   I think though, before I can give you any advice, I need to talk with Mark. Would we be able to do that? I can fit him in on Friday at two.  Is that good for you?"

"We'll be here."

"Oh, and Mrs. O'Neill, I would like his father to come with you too."

"We'll all be here."

The psychologist nodded as Mrs. O'Neill left her office.


The Visit - Parent Session

Mrs. O'Neill shared her visit and the conversation with Jerry O'Neill, Mark's father.  Jerry was a very successful businessman with a healthy income.  He was respected in the community and this latest wrinkle had him concerned.  First, he was concerned his son was developing into a "pervert". And secondly, he was concerned how a story such as this could affect his career.  At any rate, he wanted to do what ever he could to fix it.

Mark was told he needed to visit the doctor.  No one told him why or what kind of doctor he would be seeing, but his parents often had him to the dentist and family physician. He supposed this lady doctor was some other kind of doctor. It never dawned on him just what a "psychologist" did, but it did bother him that he might have to be naked for her and that he'd be getting a shot. And as tough as taking his clothes off is at the doctor's, it beats getting a shot any day.

The wait was quite short.  Melanie Wilson appeared at her inner office door and greeted the O'Neills.  After the introductions she said, "Mark, I need for you to wait out here while I talk with your parents, okay?"  

Who was he to object?  He just nodded and went over to the magazine rack and picked up a Ranger Rick magazine to peruse and kill the time.  As he paged through the magazine, Mark couldn't help but rehash his opinions in his head the two things that could happen naked and a shot.  He decided being asked to strip was less painless than a shot for a man doctor, but certainly not a woman.

In the office, Dr. Wilson began, "I understand your concern about the reported events, but before we can address them, I have to gets some more information, from you and from Mark. Mr. O'Neill, why don't you talk about how this concerns you and what your reaction is to it."

"Well, Doctor, it's tough on me to think my son is heading toward homosexuality or exhibitionism.  I don't know what to make of all of this.  Frankly, I took my belt off and was going to have a round on his bare bottom the night I heard it.  I felt a sound spanking would redirect his attention. Then my wife calmed me down and suggested this route.  I'm still not sure a sound whipping at the end of my belt wouldn't fix the problem quickly and easily."

"I know how frustrated you might be.  But professionally, I don't think beating him will fix the problem.  Don't get me wrong, I'm a firm believer that a sound spanking plays a role in the parental toolbox, especially for parents of boys, but only for what I call power play behaviors, disrespect and defiance especially."

"I've never heard a person in your profession support spanking.  It's kind of refreshing to feel you don't limit your clients."

"Well the latest research tells us moderate use won't bruise the psyche.  Over use may cause a problem.  Most of my cohorts don't agree with my acceptance of it.  But let's face it, over eight five percent of us were spanked as kids, so if there was a problem with it there would be a whole lot more screwed up individuals running around.  In fact, lately most of the screwed up kids I see are that way because Mom and Dad don't spank them enough.  Truth be told. they don't do anything.  Let's get back to you.

"If I continue with this case, both of you will have to agree to do exactly what I tell you.  There can be no alteration or additions to the treatment plan without my consent.  Do we have an understanding?"

"If we knew how to fix it we wouldn't be here in the first place.  And, with what I'm paying you, you definitely will be in the driver's seat," Jerry said with a chuckle.

"What are your goals for Mark?"

"We want those behaviors I described to stop, if they are happening," Jerry offered.

Then Terri outlined her goals. "I want him to be less modest about his body.  You know, I want him in short pants.  I want him to chill about being naked at home or at places where I think he should be naked. He should not be concerned about being touched by his mother, father or other adults when it's necessary."

"What places other than the home do you feel he should be naked?"

"We went to the beach a month ago.  When it was time to leave, I asked the children to strip and rinse off at the shower on the platform by the parking lot.  I just wanted the sand off and then I would give them some underpants to put on after I dried them off.  Mark as usual refused to strip.  I offered to hold a towel up so no one would see him, but he still refused.  He said, 'You would be able to see me.  And what if the towel drops?'  

"He's nine years old and I told him everyone has seen naked nine year old boys at sometime or another.  His response was, 'Not this one'.  I didn't want to take a belt to him at the beach.  It would have humiliated him.  I did make him vacuum the car when we got home though."

"There's an instance where using a belt on him might have been okay," opined the therapist. "He was openly defiant and you really negotiated too much.  If you wanted his suit off, you should have stood your ground and used the belt on him. Humiliation is okay, it adds strength to the punishment.  On top of that, he picked the arena, you didn't"

Jerry interjected, "I think I'm going to like this lady. You told her almost verbatim what I did when she told me the story." Mr. O'Neill continued, "It's confusing.  If he would strip naked for the neighborhood kids or run around naked at night, why wouldn't he strip naked for his mother at the beach?  If he was an exhibitionist, one would think he would welcome the opportunity."

"It's premature for me to answer that.  There are a few possibilities in my head, but until I work with him, I won't know.  Doing so might have lost the thrill because it was condoned by the authority figure.  Or perhaps, there were too many possible observers who knew him.  Hopefully, I'll have some initial plans in an hour or so, after I talk with Mark."

At that the somewhat relieved parents rose and exited the inner office to allow the psychologist to have time with their troubled son.  Mark was ushered into the waiting therapist's office by his father.


The Visit - It's Mark's Turn
"Hi, Mark, why don't you have a seat on that loveseat over there and I'll just sit here." After seating himself where he was directed, the attractive therapist continued.  "Do you know why you're here?"

"No." was the somewhat timid reply.

"Well, your Mom and Dad are very concerned about some of your behavior.  I'm going to try to help them with correcting what they don't like and help you with things you might find uncomfortable or confusing.  But first, we have to talk so I can get to know you better."  Melanie Wilson continued, "So you're nine and you have two sisters and a younger brother.  I imagine they can get under your skin at times, can't they?"

"Yes, especially Leslie.  She's my twin sister and she tries to be bossy and gets in my stuff, and she's a big tattle tale."

"What do you do when Leslie gets in your stuff or is bossy?"

"I yell at her and sometimes I tell Mom."

"What does Mom do?"

"She tells her to leave me alone.  But sometimes she tells me to stop complaining and lets her do what she wants.  I hate girls.  They are always making me mad."

"Do you ever hit her or your other sister?"

"Sometimes, but Susie is only five and she hugs me all the time.  I don't usually hit Susie."

"What happens then?"

"Mom or Dad takes me to their room, pulls my pants down and whips me."

"How often do you get spanked?"

"Not too much, maybe once a week."  

"How are your grades?"

"Not good.  I get C's and B's but sometimes I get D's."

"What happens when you get bad grades?"

"If I get an F on a test or a note that I'm not turning in my homework, Dad whips me.  If I get a bad report card, he whips me and I usually get grounded.  It's not too bad though, because they always forget or decide to let me off grounding early."

"How's your behavior at school?"

"Pretty good.  I usually get in trouble for daydreaming or not doing my homework.  Sometimes I get in fights with other kids."

"What happens when you get in trouble at school?"

"Mrs. Vincent, she's my teacher, gives me detention or takes me to the office and paddles me.  Then she calls home and tells my Mom and Dad.  Then when I come home they make me take my pants down and use the belt on me. Dad always is saying, 'If you get a spanking at school, you'll get another one when you get home.' And, he or my mom always gives me one when I get home."

"Guess you don't like that."

"Well, duh! Would you?"  This response signaled the therapist the child was becoming much more comfortable with her, she was delighted. She could now get to the more sensitive topics with him.

"Mom says you don't like to wear short pants.  Why is that?"

"Cause none of the men I know wear them except on weekends. And I'm pretty grown up, I'm not a kid.  Shorts are for little boys."

"Don't other boys in your class wear them to school and around the neighborhood?"

"Yes, but they don't have the ladies saying, 'What beautiful legs you have, young man'.   Some of them even ask if they can rub them for me.  It's embarrassing!"

Melanie smiled on the verge of chuckling at Mark's impersonation of the women's voices.  "What ladies say that?"

"A lot of them.  Mrs. Vincent, she's my teacher, said it one day when Mom made me wear them to school.  Mrs. Calhoun across the street says it.  Even Mom says it."

"How are you and Dad?  You know, how do you think he feels about you?"

"I think he thinks I'm a dork."  

"Why do you say that?"

"I don't like playing baseball or basketball.  I don't really like any sports too much.  I think he likes Phillip better because he likes to play those things.  You know, he's into that.  He plays sports at the YMCA."

"Do you do anything at the Y?"

"No."

"You don't go there to swim?"

"No.  They make the boys swim naked and I just can't do that."

"Well, they don't let girls swim, when the boys are swimming.  It's just other boys."

"Yeah, well they let everyone's Mom who wants to come watch us.  They can bring other kids' sisters in too.  When Phillip goes, my sisters get to go to.  They get to see all the boys naked. Susie doesn't make a big deal out of it. She gets bored.  But Leslie begs to go and I know why."

"Do they have a girls' day?"

"Yeah, but they get to wear bathing suits.  It just isn't fair."

"Okay so you don't like sports, you don't like to swim. What do you like?"

"I like to swim, just not naked where people can see me. But I also like building stuff, like forts and hideouts in trees.  I like the woods because they're quiet and there's animals and stuff like that.  I really like animals.  I like to make soapbox derby cars with Eddie.  I really like to ride my bike, too."

"Who's Eddie?"

"He's my best friend.  We do lots of stuff together."  

"Does your Dad like any of these things?"

"I don't think so.  He says 'the closest I want to be to camping is a Holiday Inn'." Again, the young therapist got a kick out of this kid's voice change as he related the remark.  "He isn't into hiking. He says it's like walking around with no place to go.  He does let me use his tools, but gets mad when I forget and leave them outside overnight. Sometimes he spanks me for doing that but he usually just yells at me."

"And when he likes what your brother is doing, but doesn't like to do the things you're interested in, it makes you feel left out?"

"Yep."  Mark felt like this lady really understood, she just might be okay.  "It's like I'm not a boy to him.  He spends time going to my brother's soccer matches, but never goes hiking with me."  

It was time to get to some of the problems, "You know, I've heard some stories about you. I think we have to talk about them.  You're probably going to be embarrassed, but don't be.  I'm here to help you, and if you ask me to keep something between us, I will.  If I think Mom and Dad need to know something you tell me, I'll ask your permission before sharing it with them.  Okay, Mark?"

"Okay."

"You know Billy and Timmy Thomas?"

At the mention of their names Mark's face turned pale.  It was as if he was wondering what she knew. "Yeah, they live across the street from us." Then reaching for an explanation he asked, "Do you talk to them too?"

"No, I don't, but if I did I couldn't tell you anyway.  See how private this is?  What I have heard though is you and your friend, Eddie, isn't it, take them to the woods and strip them and play games with their penises and bottoms."

"We never do that!"

"Why would Billy and Timmy make that up?  Why would they each have quarters they said you gave them to pay them for doing it?  Remember, I'm not allowed to talk to anyone about what you tell me, so let's just talk about this.  Do you like looking at little boys' penises and bottoms or are you just curious?"

"They take their clothes off in front of us.  We don't make them."

"Okay, Mark, I'll let you have that.  So when they are naked, do you pull on their penises?"

"Maybe we did it once or twice, but it was Eddie's idea."

"What else do you do?"

"Eddie makes them go to the highway naked and dance in front of the cars.  Eddie put sticks and his fingers up their butts."

"What did you do?"

"I just watch."

"How old is Timmy?"

"He's five."  

"Didn't you try to put something in his penis?"

"Eddie made them put each others penises in their mouths. He let Timmy bite Billy's."

"No, Mark.  What did YOU do to them?"

"I made Billy run though sticker bushes while he was naked and Eddie used a switch to hit his bottom the whole time."

"Didn't that hurt him?"

"I'm not sure, he didn't cry.  He just kept telling Eddie to quit it."

"Aren't their penises the same as yours?"

"I guess so, just a little smaller."

Just as Mark was dealing with the embarrassing reality that his mother knew of the exploits with the boys from across the street, the therapist landed another bomb on him.

"Another story I heard was you allowed Eddie and some little girls to tie you to a bed while you were naked.  Then they called the neighborhood kids in to play with your penis. What's the story behind that?"

Again he flushed, his face definitely had the look of "God, where'd she find all this stuff out?"  One couldn't help but feel he sure hoped his Mom and Dad didn't know this.  His eye movements indicated his mind was working quickly but carefully.  He couldn't believe his parents knew this stuff and didn't tell him, spank him or in some way let him know.

"Eddie and I played this strip game with cards.  We cut the cards.  The low card has to give the high card a piece of his clothing.  If someone gets naked, the next cut is for the naked boy to do whatever the other one wants for three hours.  When that happens the other boy can put all of his clothes back on, but the loser has to stay naked for the whole three hours.  Eddie won the game the day before, but because his mother was coming home he made me pay up the next day."

Melanie chuckled to herself realizing this sounds like a normal developmental game.  Boys his age tended to concentrate more on boys. Soon he'd awaken to girls.  She snapped back into focus as Mark continued, "When I got undressed, Eddie got my clothes and put them some place and said he was going to play doctor.  He said he would need some nurses and because I lost I would have to be naked in front of some girls.  The girls were all in the next bedroom hiding.  After I was naked he went and got them. I couldn't hide anywhere and Marcie said if I didn't do what they wanted she'd tell my Mom what we were doing.  She made me put my hands behind my head so she and the other girls could feel my penis and balls.  They pulled on it and squeezed it. One of them squeezed my balls and they all laughed when I fell down in pain.  I wanted to get dressed after that and Eddie said, 'No way, you have to do this for three hours'."

"So why didn't you just get dressed and leave?"

"I already told you, Eddie hid my clothes and said I couldn't have them back until I played for three hours, and if I did leave Marcie was going to tell on me.  Guess she did anyway."

"Then what happened?"

"They took me to a bedroom and tied me to a bed.  Marcie and Eddie told them to go get the neighborhood kids and bring them to see me.  I tried to say no and get up, but I couldn't get the ropes loose.  They charged them money to see me and to touch me.  Some of them got to take pictures of me, too. I was real mad at Eddie for doing that."

"What about the time you were running around the neighborhood naked at night?"

"How'd you know about all this stuff?" He was remotely holding on to the hope his parents weren't the source.  If they knew all of this he'd never be able to look them in the eye.  The recurring problem with this thinking is that the adults he knew kind of stuck together in these things.  If one knew, they'd tell the other.

"Let's just say I know."

"I was spending the night at Eddie's house and we were camping in his yard.   We played the card game and I lost. During the three hours he pulled my penis and poked my butt with his finger.  He put it all the way in there, too.  I didn't think you could do that."  The therapist smiled at the boy's spurt of amazement about that bit of enlightenment.  Mark continued, "Anyway, he made me go under the street light and any time a car came by I had to wiggle my hips so my penis flopped around."  Dr. Wilson was impressed with his use of the grown up words for his body parts.  Actually though, the boy knew if his parents heard he was using slang words for them they'd make him suck on a bar of soap.

"Weren't you afraid you'd get caught?"

"At first I did, but then it became exciting.  I felt really good.  I mean my body did.  I had a hard-on and it felt good.  I liked it when the kids played with my di penis, too. I didn't think I would but I did.  I didn't like it when they squeezed my ba testicles though.  That hurt."  

She smiled when he made the mid-stream corrections for his body part names.  It was a plus that Mom and Dad were teaching their kids proper terminology.  It usually demystifies those parts when parents do.  But, somewhere, there was have a problem with this nine year old.

"Didn't Eddie ever lose?"

"Yeah, sometimes.  I'd make him run around naked, too.  One time, I made him run up to a house while he was naked and ring the doorbell. You should have seen him run.  I thought about making him stand there and show his hard-on to the person who opened the door.  But everyone knows us in the neighborhood and they would squeal on us."

"Well, Honey, you were caught in all of those situations. You just didn't know it.  These are the things your Mom and Dad were concerned about."

His face reddened and he unconsciously whispered to himself, "Holy shit.  They know.  I'm never going to be able to look at them again.  Man Dad is going to tear me up."

Unaware the beautiful lady doctor heard what he said he was startled to hear, "No they won't tear you up for that. They've known this for some time.  They just want to know how to help you get your act together.  Now I'm going to talk to your mother and father again.  I'm not going to tell them anything you told me.  I am going to recommend a plan for helping both them and you.  You probably aren't going to like my suggestions, but you are going to have to do them. I'll call you back in after I talk to Mom and Dad, okay?"

"Okay," he responded half hoping it wouldn't involve a whipping.  But it would mean he could get by without looking at them or talking about it for at least a few more minutes.


A Plan Is Offered

"Mr. and Mrs. O'Neill I think we can begin to get down to business, now.  You want to come back in?"

"Well what'd you find out?" Terri asked pensively.

"First let me say, when I talk with Mark, he owns the discussion.  In other words, I won't breech his confidence by telling you what he says.  If I feel you have to know, I'll ask his permission to discuss it with you.  I have to keep it this way for him to open up to me."

"Even though we are paying you, you won't tell?" retorted Jerry.

"That's right. And if this policy is going to be a problem, I'll have to invite you to shop around." Melanie responded back in a businesslike manner.

Realizing she didn't pick up on the joking nature of his remark he responded, "No, it's no problem.  I was just teasing about it."

"Okay.  My preliminary diagnosis is that Mark is having gender identity problems.  He is also having problems with attachment, particularly to you Mr. O'Neill.  His behavior is screaming out, 'Look, I'm a boy, too'.  He has confusion about nudity.  In other words, he gets an overly modest instruction from you and yet he feels aroused by being naked in defiance of that modesty.  Let's say part of the excitement also includes the possibility of being caught."

"So what are you recommending?"

"We are going to begin with a jolt and move to refining the intervention plan as we go.  Too start with, I want you to get rid of all of his pants and replace them with short gym shorts in the fall for him to wear to school.  You know the kind with the elastic waist band and baggy legs?"  Both parents shook their heads.  "Make sure they are the shortest you can find.  They should be hemmed to just below the crotch so his legs are fully exposed.  He won't have any long pants ever until he reaches puberty. So you can pack them away as hand me downs for his little brother or discard them completely.  He's to wear these shorts summer, spring, winter, and fall when he has to be dressed."  

"Won't he get cold in the winter?"

"No, Mrs. O'Neill, his legs might get cold, but he won't get sick, if that's what you're asking. Remember years ago little girls wore dresses and skirts with bare legs in the winter and they survived, didn't they?  He can wear heavy winter coats, but I want his legs exposed all the time.  The latest research suggests temperature extremes are actually healthy for him.  But what I want, is for him to build body acceptance and his legs are an issue."

"What about when he has to dress up for Church and such?"  

"Buy a pair or two in conservative colors, put a long sleeve dress shirt and tie on him and he's ready to go.  I'm sure you can think through these eventualities; just remember he should never wear long pants again. Are you both on board?"

Both parents just nodded affirmatively.

"Next I'm going write a nudity permit for you.  This will protect you from social services and law enforcement while he's is under my care.  What the permit does is gives you permission to make him go anywhere you wish while he's completely naked.  You can take him to the store naked, you can take him to your other son's soccer games naked anywhere you want.  The only exception is restaurants.  The health department requires he be clothed.  The schools don't allow nudity usually so he will have to wear shorts and t-shirts. When he's in his shorts, especially when he's going to school, no underwear is to be worn.  I want his penis and testicles semi-exposed in those environments.  No underwear means he will be giving occasional flashes of his boy parts to his peers, during the day.  They'll laugh and tease at first, but then they'll settle into acceptance and so will he."

"Why are we going to need to do that?"  asked Jerry O'Neill with a look of concern about this plan.

"Because beginning today he's going to spend a lot of time nude.  If he's exposed we do a few things.  First, we take away the thrill of nude play.  It'll become run of the mill and he will not find it so exciting anymore.  Secondly, while nude he has to allow anyone who wishes to play with his genitals any time they desire.  The extent of what the player can do is pretty much up to you. But you must at the very least allow fondling, pulling, squeezing of his testicles and finger penetration of his anus.  It'll help him with self acceptance.  If others think his body is cute or fun, he will begin to realize he's okay."

"Who gets those privileges?" the still skeptical father asked.

"Anyone who wants them, you must make him comply with anyone's request to touch.  What we hope to achieve here is open expression of his maleness, body awareness and acceptance."

"When should he be made to be nude?" Terri O'Neill asked showing more acceptance than her husband.  She wanted to be able to see and touch the boy's skin and boy parts, it was a very attractive plan to her.  He was her eldest, he was beautiful, and she couldn't wait to show him off, all of him.

"Well certainly anytime he's home, at friends' and relatives' homes or playing in the neighborhood. I would suggest you take him to the beach nude often.  I'd make him go nude in the woods when he wants to go.  Require him to swim at the Y with his brother.  Probably be good to send him nude to Eddie's house, and for that matter to play nude outside with other kids."

"We weren't going to let him play with Eddie anymore," Terri added.

"Why is that?"

"Well had it not been for Eddie, he wouldn't be here."

"Yes, I'm afraid he would.  These were Mark's decisions too. Had it not been Eddie, it would have been someone else.  It also kind of disarms Eddie's excitement for playing with him.  Mark will be readily available and that will eventually make it a whole lot less arousing for both of them.  What used to be play has a good chance to turn to annoyance instead."  Then as an aside Melanie mentioned, "Eddie might benefit from a similar program and this way you can begin the dialog with his mother.  Just call her and say Mark is in a therapy program and when he comes to their home from now on he is expected to remain completely nude, all the while he's there.  You can tell her, she and anyone she wishes can play with any part of his body they wish and he must obey her when she asks him to do something.  And she should be allowed to take a belt to his bare bottom, whenever she feels it's needed."

"Marsha already knows she can do that if she needs to.  We always empower the parents of our children's friends and make it clear we expect them to spank them if they need to." Terri related with a great deal of self-righteous pride. "That brings up another question, tough.  What do we do when he disobeys or argues about being naked?"

"You forcibly strip him and take a strap and wear him out with it.  Now, he should be spanked by whomever he defies. If for example you have a babysitter, he or she will be permitted to spank for disrespect or disobedience.  His young siblings and the neighborhood kids can spank while you supervise, if Mark refuses to do as he's told or if he refuses to allow touching.  He should be spanked any time he covers his penis or testicles with his hands.  He should have to be fully exposed at all times.  He should be made to sit with is legs spread whenever he sits.  Before you leave today, I'll also teach him some standard positions you or anyone else might use to examine or spank him."

She continued, "Now each night he needs to be massaged by you or a designee.  His genital area should receive the loin's share of the attention during those times.  Pulling, rubbing, and kneading his penis and testicles or whatever you feel would help make him reach orgasm."

"Oh, what a mess that'll be," offered a concerned mother.

"No, Mark is too young to make a mess.  He will dry cum.  In other words, he'll orgasm but nothing will come out.  But by making him reach orgasm we will instill how good those parts are and that they are capable of making him feel good.  It gives him the green light for his best natural stress relief. I would encourage you to allow him to masturbate, but you can set some rules.  Like never when you are alone, announce the orgasm loudly before it happens, you know things like that."

"How are we going to get him into this naked stuff without a fight?" Terri O'Neill asked with definite interest in the plan which excited her.

"First, before you leave I'm going to call him in here. I'll get him naked and tell him the new rules.  Then you'll take him out of here naked and leave him that way until you feel he needs clothing.  To some extent this will be a time for you to feel out when and where, but since he's out of school for the summer he should be naked most all the time."

Terri confirmed her excitement asking, "Would it hurt him to make him stay naked all the time?  He's a beautiful boy, if I do say so myself, and I like the idea I can show him off. On top of that he really tans well."

"No, that would be the ideal situation.  The second suggestion is when you get him home you call a meeting of your other children and tell them they can touch Mark anytime and anywhere they want.  Then at the very least I'd guide them through some genital exploration.  You might coach them about anal exploration. Then, I'd have them go and get their friends to come by and allow the same, especially Timmy and Billy across the street.  You two may have to restrain him at these initial meetings to force him to give access, but if you do have to hold him, wear out his bottom in front of the others, and I mean WEAR IT OUT. Remember, the harder the spanking initially, the less spanking you will have to do.

"You will find yourself explaining all of this to the adults in the neighborhood.  They should understand.  Be sure to tell them they're free to explore as well as take a belt to him. Most will feel fine after you announce those privileges."

Sliding her desk drawer open, Dr. Wilson pulled out a piece of flexible vinyl.  It was three inches wide, what appeared to be half inch thick, and approximately eighteen inches in length.  Six inches of one end were indented with what apparently was a handle.  Handing it to Mr. O'Neill she said.  "This is for spanking.  When I was a young girl, I was raised on a ranch and we used these to break horses.  If it stung them through their thick hide, I assure you it'll work well for us.  It should be used when he is disobedient and/or disrespectful.  It must be used every time either of those behaviors occur.  He should be given a minimum of ten hard swats and a maximum of thirty each time he violates those two rules.  He should be spanked by the person or persons, regardless of age, who he offends.  He may never be spanked for any other reason than disobedience or disrespect.  Do we have an understanding here?"

"Yes, I guess that means even kids he disobeys or is disrespectful to?" asked Terri.

"Anyone he disobeys or is disrespectful toward, kids or adults. You can decide who gets to spank, but it must happen. Also remember, he must be spanked for covering his penis or testicles at any time when he's naked.  Always remember, he must be spanked EVERY time he breaks one of the rules.  Also remember, the more severe the spanking initially the less likely you'll have to do it later."

"I encourage you to frequently make him be erect, the more the better.  If he has a hard time getting hard, you should use a wooden ruler on his outstretched penis. Is he circumcised?"

"Yes."

"Using the ruler on his glans will be exceptionally effective then. I'm not going to give you limits on penile punishment.  But I will say punishing his genitals would be most effective for younger children.  They can make their point more painfully there than they can by hitting his backside."

Jerry shook his head with an almost empathetic pained agreement.

"What about photographing him?  The man next door is a photography buff and I know he's going to want pictures."  

"Again, that's your decision, but I recommend you allow it. It kind of tells Mark, his body is attractive enough that someone wants to immortalize it.  It also makes all those loose pictures of him out in the neighborhood less of a collector's item."

"Now here are some additional considerations.  Don't allow penile penetration of his anus.  Fingers are okay, but not penises.  If he's going to be used as a sex object, I prefer it be by the girls, but little boys should also be allowed to enslave him and explore as desired with their fingers. Oral sexual contact may be made by you two, and if you wish, others, especially  family members, friends, and neighbors. In fact, Jerry, I would suggest you might have him orally stimulate you."

"Oh shit, that's where we draw the line.  That's just plain sick, lady.  We were on the same page until you said that," Jerry said in utter disgust.

"I know how it must sound to you, but this little boy doesn't know how to make you happy.  If he could do anything that brought you satisfaction and made him feel he pleased you, he would be much better off.  You must understand he isn't sure you even like him. Allowing him to excite you would tell him you have accepted him and he can do things that please you.  If you choose to allow this, make him swallow the semen when you reach orgasm.  Subliminally, he will accept that as an actual physical indication he has part of you in him. We'll revisit these issues if needed, later."

"I can't believe what you just said.  You think letting my nine year old son suck my dick will be a positive thing. You must be out of your head," he continued his verbal assault.

"Well, look where your relationship and methods have gotten him so far.  Maybe you need to understand we can't make the omelet without breaking some eggs."

Terri entered the fray, "What she just told you made sense. I know you aren't gay, I also understand the reasoning. Jerry he's our child and letting him excite you is just fine with me.  We can just keep it to ourselves. Besides, I'd like to watch him doing something that appears to pleasure you, and your erotic acceptance would be beautiful to see."

"No Terri, it's just unnatural.  And I'm not sure I want to risk making him a little cock sucker.  What if he likes it?"

The therapist backed off and let the parents hammer it out.

"I think the idea is that he will like it, if it brings you pleasure.  We can deal with other problems if they arise, here, with Dr. Wilson. You know, like it would be kind of fun for me to coach him, I want to watch him do it.  Promise you'll give it a try and allow me to watch."

"Well, it has been a long time since you did that for me, maybe HE can give YOU some pointers.  I'll try it, but I still think it borders on perverted to have a little boy suck on my dick."

"Penis, Jerry, penis.  Let's not get guttural here," Terri smiled very excitedly at her victory with the issue.  She was also excited at the prospect of arousing her own sexuality watching such an intimate sight.

"How do I approach him about doing this?  I can't just order him to suck my di penis!  Oh, this is disgusting.  I still can't talk about it," Jerry expressed his second thoughts.

Melanie reassured him, "Look if you are having trouble with it, don't do it.  You being up tight about such a thing will only make it worse. Just forget about it totally, Mr. O'Neill.  We'll get there some other way.  Maybe you can start taking him camping regularly."

"That's not going to happen." the father quickly nixed that option.

"What isn't?" inquired the therapist.

"Camping" Terri replied for her husband. "Jerry only camps at the 'Holiday Inn'.  I can't tell you how I tried to get him to go camping with Mark and his Cub Scout or Indian Guides groups.  Jerry is not a camper."

"She's exactly right."  Jerry replied.

Scared her husband would change his mind as a result of the therapist's earlier comment, Terri went back to the sales role, "Jerry, I will make him do the oral thing. You can act like the unwilling recipient.  I will tell you, in front of him, I want you to let him do it.  Then he'll think you both are doing it for me.  Sure beats camping, doesn't it? I'm going to video tape this for posterity."

"That's not an option.  We don't need a video record of such a sick thing.  I'll be put away and they'll throw away the key.  Besides, I don't want my dick publicly exposed for all to see."

"Penis, Dear, penis, not dick."  Satisfied she had him back on track, she added, "But I don't know why, it's such a cute penis."  

Jerry playfully slapped his wife on the shoulder and both smiled.

"Should any problem arise, I will stand by the therapeutic value and you won't have a problem," Melanie reassured him.

That settled at least for the moment, Melanie went on. "This fall we are going to discuss the school's role.  But, if you want to get a head start, here are some expectations. First, he may be made to strip naked at anytime any adult employed by the school demands it.  Second, when he violates the disrespect or disobedience rule he is to be discipline in the nude with a vinyl strap I will provide for them.  His spankings can happen in the office or in his classroom, it's totally up to them, but it must happen each time it's called for. You might want to discuss this with the principal and sign the necessary releases now rather than waiting.  If he needs a letter from me, I'll send it. Okay are we still on the same page?"

"Yeah, I'm kind of excited about it.  What do you think, Honey?" Terri asked her husband.

"Sounds like a plan. I still have a problem with him blowing me though."

"Okay, lets get him in here so we can strip him to begin the therapy. I have another family scheduled and they are probably out there waiting."

They went to the door, but Mark was still alone in the waiting room.  Dr. Wilson was relieved the other patients weren't there quite yet.  This session was in overtime.


The Visit -  Mark's Em-bare-assed
"Mark you can come in now." Dr. Wilson beckoned.

Mark entered the room.  His Dad was looking a little somber, but smiled at him and gave a reassuring wink.  His mother was smiling.  He wasn't sure what to expect.

Running late, Dr. Wilson jumped right to the point, "Mark, we are going to start working on your behavior, but first I need for you to get yourself undressed.  Then I'm going to show your parents some things about your body and we'll go on from there."

"I don't want to take off my clothes."  He pouted.

"She didn't ask you, son.  She told you to take off your clothes.  Now get to it!" Jerry said with sternness it would be foolish to ignore.

"But I ." he didn't get a chance to finish before his father interrupted.

"I'm not telling you again," Jerry slapped the desktop with the vinyl strap to loudly punctuate the seriousness of his threat. "If I have to undress you, I'm going to finish up with a very painful spanking.  Now, you can do it and keep your bottom cool, or I can do it and your bottom will be warmed.  You decide."

Mark slowly began taking off his shoes and socks all the while looking with a mixture of fright and embarrassment toward his father.  After his shoes and socks his mother said, "Now, let me have those pants".  Fumbling to undo his belt, the pants button and zipper, he complied with due slowness.  His mother felt exposing his penis early would relieve some of his apprehension so next she told him to remove his underpants.

"Do I have to be naked?"  He asked hoping to reverse the request.

"You didn't seem to mind being naked on at least two occasions I'm aware of, why is it a problem now?  Let me have those underpants now," Terri jumped to her sternest voice.

Looking at the three adults watching him he said, "I don't want to."

Mrs. O'Neill reached over to her husbands lap and grabbed the vinyl strap.  She then pulled Mark over to her, yanked his underpants off, placed him over her lap and began slapping Mark's bottom with the strap.  She connected firmly and solidly leaving white welts, which quickly faded to red. WHAP, WHAP, WHAP she kept going with rapid fire.  

Remembering the plan she continued, WHAP, WHAP, WHAP.  The strap is more effective than the belt she was used to. WHAP. WHAP.  Each swat left a white impression which quickly turned to dark pink.  The boy was definitely in agony.  His pleas and promises to obey were ignored.  His legs were kicking as he tried to win his release.  Jerry reached over and held him still while she continued. WHAP. WHAP.  Having completed the prescribed minimum dose, she rested. His crying was punctuated by an explanation, "I uupp...did...upp...didn't...upp...upp...want to...uppp...upp...be...upp...na...upppp...naked...upppp...M. ..uppp...Mom."

"That's too bad.  You were told to do it.  You need to listen and I think this will help you remember.  Now get the shirt off."

Hiding his genitals from the gazing eyes of his psychologist, he turned to face the wall and removed his shirt.

"You can turn around, NOW!" his father ordered.

Preferring to give a backside shot rather than a frontal view to the prying eyes of the three adults, especially Dr. Wilson, "Please...evhaaaa...Mom...evhaaaa...pleeeeease don't...evhaaa...make me,"  The boy's sobs still punctuating his words.

She grabbed the boy and applied nine more thrashes to his already red bottom.  Following the spanking she asked, "Didn't you learn to obey the first time?" Turning to the therapist, she said "Boy, this strap is great.  Mind if I use it on my other ones, too?"  It was a rhetorical remark and didn't receive an answer.

His hands were covering his boy parts.  He was embarrassed to be completely naked in the company of a woman he only met today.  I mean it was bad enough in front of his parents, but much worst with a stranger.

"Mark put your hands down to your sides," his father directed. Not wanting to push for nine from him, Mark put his hands to his sides exposing an extremely hard erection. Dr. Wilson couldn't help but note his penis was about average size for a boy his age.  His testicles didn't appear to have been descending to signal puberty yet.  He had a neat little glans which stood out from the shaft quite prominently.  Other than some loose skin bands behind the cleft, whoever had done his circumcision didn't leave remnants of a foreskin.

"Okay, Mark," Melanie took the lead, "here are some changes we have decided upon. You need to pay close atninetion so you don't get spanked.  First, you will be spending a lot of time naked in front of your family, friends and strangers. When you are, you may never cover your penis for any reason. It must be on display whenever you are naked.  You understand?"  

"Evhaaaa...Yes," replied the much tamer, still sobbing boy.

"If you cover it, you'll be spanked." Melanie continued, "You must allow anyone who wishes to touch your penis and testicles to do so as much as they want.  That includes other older and younger kids, adults, anyone.  Got it?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" His father shouted.

"Yes, Doctor."

"If you don't, whomever you deny will spank you with the strap.  It could be a brother or sister, teacher, parent, neighbor or stranger.  Next, you must do whatever someone asks you to do with your body.  If they say we want you to make your penis hard, you must stroke your penis until it's hard.  If someone else is instructed to make you hard you will allow them to do it.  Any questions so far?"

"How long do I have to do this?" asked the now humiliated boy.

"For at least four more years".  She continued, "You will be naked in public, a lot.  Remember, never cover your penis. When you're not naked you will be wearing short pants.  Your mother and father have been instructed to get rid of all of your long pants and they are to not allowed to buy you long pants again until you're thirteen years old."  

"Four years?  I won't do any of that other stuff again, I promise. Please don't make me be naked for four years."

"Unfortunately, Mark your behavior has shown some much deeper problems than merely showing your penis to others. Consider this therapy, a way to fix the problem, not punishment."  Dr. Wilson counseled. "Now, I'm going to teach you and your parents the three positions you must assume when told to do so.  Come over here." The boy approached the new woman in his life with a little apprehension.  His hands naturally went to cover his parts as he approached.  She reached out and slapped the glans of his circumcised three and a half inch erection.  His penis bounced at the strike and the head did throb from the slap. "Don't cover up.  Next time I'll use that strap on your penis and testicles, keep your hands away."

"Now stand up straight, put your hands behind your head. Spread your legs apart further, further, some more."  His scrotum was extended by the warmth of the office and was dangling as freely as an immature sack could dangle between his fully extended legs.  "Okay, this is the standing position. When someone says get into the standing position, this is what you need to be doing.  What did I call this?"

Still sniffing he repeated, "the standing position".

"Now, I need for you to get down on your back." The boy quickly responded which made it much easier. "Put your hands behind your head.  Good, now bring your feet up toward your bottom until the soles of both feet are fully touching each other."  He found this position to be particularly drafty to his private parts. "This is called the lying position." Turning to the watching parents she explained, "While he at the beach he should spend a lot of time in this position. It makes application of sun screen easier, but it also gives maximum exposure of his genitals to passersby.  And we do want people to notice his beautiful little boy parts," rubbing his penis and testicles with her hand she concluded, "don't we? When he's in this position it is good to place a pillow under his backside so his penis and testicles are more prominently displayed. It's also a great position to allow other people to fondle him unobstructed.  Mark, what's this position called?"

"The lying position."

"Great, Mark, see this isn't so tough. One more and you can go home."  She then said, "Now, pull your knees up toward your shoulders.  Be sure to spread your knees as far apart as you can.  Use your arms to hold your legs in position. Good.  This is the inspection position.  Mrs. O'Neill please come over here."  The highly focused mother left her chair and stood next to her son.  "I want you to take the glans of his penis and pinch it tightly between your thumb and index finger and stretch the whole penis straight up."  She complied eagerly.

Wiggling his penis back and forth she said, "You know it's been months since I've seen and years since I've touched this 'little guy'. It's going to be fun to get reacquainted".

The adults smiled and Dr. Wilson continued.  Twist his penis right and left and examine the cleanliness."  Rhe smiling mother did as directed.  "Now, take the bottom of his scrotum and stretch it out, don't be gentle, really pull it down.  She did and Mark's two little testicles showed up like grapes.  Using your other hand, take a testicle between your thumb and index finger.  Okay, squeeze it, again don't be gentle."  The pain was quick and searing.  Mark's hands reached up to protect the little jewels, but were quickly slapped away by the therapist's hand.  "Don't cover.  Now, the other one, roll it around momentarily and then squeeze." The mother did as she was told.  The pain repeated this time on the other side.  The boy's hand began to move toward the testicle, but he stopped half way, thinking better of it.

"Now, with a naked boy running around we want to make sure we protect against 'skid marks' on the furniture and carpeting.  Take the middle finger of your left hand and gently encircle his anus.  That's it.  Now, gently apply pressure to the center of the pucker and continue to add more and more pressure until he's let you in."  Having followed the directions Terri's finger slid deep into her son's bowel.  The instruction continued,  "Feel around in there for awhile.  Do you feel a little lobe?" She affirmed she did.  "That's his prostate.  It's still small because of his age, but even still playing with that little button will make his penis jump around amusingly."  

Terri did so and watched her son's penis bob around.  "Hey, this is entertaining."

"If you do that and play with his penis and testicles, you can easily bring him to orgasm. But you can do that at home, I'm kinda pressed for time."

"This is an ideal alternate position for strapping him.  If you connect a few of the swats with his little anus it'll send a sharp pain though his body and get your message across more effectively."

"Geez, I should have talked with her nine years ago," his father broke his silence.  "I like it, if it'll work better. The belt hasn't done much good, we'll have to use this position from now on with all four of them."

"Mr. O'Neill if you secure his arms to his knees, he can't get his arms in the way either."  

"Now, it would be good to instruct all of your other children and any adults who will care for him how to do the inspection, including the anal penetration.  Looking at Terri she said, "You , Mr. O'Neill or his sister Leslie should examine him this way every morning and as needed or desired. It will serve to help him get used to the humiliation of his nudity."

"I'm sorry, but I'm running behind, and I'll have to answer any questions next visit. Let's set an appointment for next Thursday at 2, so I can check on his adjustment to his new way of life.  You can dress him in the attire I've outlined, if you go out for dinner or to church otherwise make him stay nude so the other kids can work out that penis of his. Mark, come over here."

Coyly, he approached the psychologist.  After looking him up and down, she couldn't help but notice two particular things.  His penis length, which would tip the ruler at the top 20 percent of nine year olds, and his muscular and shapely legs.  She reached out and cradled his testicles and rubbed the tip of the circumcised penis, toying with his urethra opening with her fingernail.  His half erection was soon standing right straight and hard.  Giving him a hug, she said, "Frankly, I don't know why you are embarrassed; your penis is a nice one.  Many nine year olds aren't quite as gifted with length.  Oh, and, by the way, your legs are very perfect.  The ladies aren't wrong.  I'm anxious to see how tan they are on the next visit." She punctuated her words with a firm but loving swat to his bottom.  He flinched on the contact. Maybe it would have been considered more loving by him twenty swats back.

"Here's that prescription I told you I'd write.  Keep it with you when you take him places in case you're challenged. See you next week. And I think it goes unsaid he's to be completely nude whenever you bring him to the office from now on. Oh, don't forget his clothes."

"Oh, Doctor, just throw them away, he isn't going to need them.  He's going to be completely nude wherever we go from now on." Jerry replied.


Homecoming at the O'Neill's House

On the way out the door, Mark was shocked to see a young girl and her mother waiting for the Doctor.  In that moment it was apparent it was Michelle Michaels, a girl in his class at school last year.  He retreated behind his father's legs to avoid being seen. How could he possibly get by her?

Mr. O'Neill grabbed him by the arm and placed him squarely in view of the gawking little girl.  Mark instinctively reached down to cover his genitals.  At that his father grabbed him and sat down in an open chair. "You don't cover up" was his only retort.  Using the vinyl strap he applied ten very aggressive swats to his already deep pink bottom, as the little girl and her mother watched with a combination of shock and awe.  

Mark was in agony.  His bottom was hurting more than any other occasion in his short life. And now, he wasn't just naked in front of a female classmate, but he was humiliated and crying too. After Mark regained his ability to stand still, Mr. O'Neill asked the girl's mother if her daughter could touch him.  Perplexed at what she had just witnessed she was hesitant. I mean a nude boy in public, spanked soundly in front of them, and now wanting her daughter to have some fun with his genitalia.  Who are these people?  No wonder they're here, in the psychologist's office.

A quiet and collected voice came from the inner office door. "Mrs. Michaels, it would do the boy a world of good to be fondled by Michelle.  It probably would give Michelle some needed anatomy knowledge, too."

With the therapist's prodding, the mother nodded her agreement.

"Get over there in front of the little girl now, Mark.  Get into the standing position."  He complied like a soldier given a command to come to attention.  "Now tell Michelle she can touch you wherever and however she wants."

"But..."

"Next spanking is going to be in the inspection position, do you think that would help?"

"Michelle... evhaaaa... you can... evhaaaa... you can... evhaaaaa...touch me...evhaaa...wherever... evhaaa... wherever you want."

"Can I pull it?"

"Tell her whatever she wants," ordered his father.

"You can do anything you want," Mark repeated between sobs.  

She reached over to the boy's erect penis, grabbed it and yanked firmly.   Mark grimaced.

Mr. O'Neill prompted her, "Feel his little bag here.  It's called his scrotum.  Put your fingers on it.  You feel those things in there?  Pinch one of them.  Go ahead you can pinch hard."  When she followed the man's direction, Mark felt a pain so sharp and so painful it rendered him helpless as he rolled around on the waiting room floor.

After Mark regained his composure as much as he could.  Mr. O'Neill told him to stand up.  

"Do you want to do some more things to him?" asked the amused father.

Then the smiling girl asked if she could hold the vinyl strap.  Mr.O'Neill handed it to her.  In a flash she began slapping the strap against Mark's now erect penis.  Each time it connected it made an audible sound resulting in Mark's inclination to grab his stinging member.  Mrs. O'Neill piped in, "Go ahead, Honey, you can hit it all you want. Hit it harder. It got him into this and it needs to be punished".  After a dozen more slaps the swollen glans showed redness mostly as a result of the beating she gave it.

Finally, Dr. Wilson called Michelle to her office and the phallic pain began to wind down.  As he turned to leave Michelle's mother turned to Mrs. O'Neill asking, "May I?"

"Why certainly, he's all yours. Mark, standing position," was the quick reply.

Michelle's mother grabbed the swollen member rubbing back and forth with her right hand while playing with his balls and scrotum with her left.  He couldn't believe this was happening and his mother and father were just looking on. They were encouraging it!  As the lady rubbed Mark began to close his eyes.  His penis began to throb, it felt as every muscle in his body tensed, he thrust his hips forward, raised to his tip-toes, and shook.  "Did you like that, son?" asked the lady with the masterful touch.  "I wish I could do that to you six or seven times a day.  I have two daughters, but if I had a boy, I'd do it to him.  I sure do like little boys' penises and balls.  I don't believe there's anything cuter. Do you?"

"No I'm inclined to agree with you.  Listen, we have a standing appointment with Dr. Wilson every week at this time.  Mark has to be nude when he's here as part of his therapy.  Perhaps we'll see you again."

"Michelle is here every week in this time slot, too.  I look forward to next week more than you can imagine. Do you think we can play with him next week?"

"Sure, maybe we can arrange with Dr. Wilson to use your time with him as part of his therapy time. We'll see you next week."

When the family reached the door to the parking lot, it dawned on Mark he would be nude in public in a matter of seconds.  Everyone who wanted to could see his penis.  Worse yet, anyone who wanted to could play with it, torture it, or assault his bottom.  He hesitated about going out but his father gave him a firm push out the door.  In a way, it was good to take his chances rather than spend more time with that woman and Michelle.  

He knew next school year what the story would be.  I mean "Bigmouth" Michelle would share her knowledge of his body with all of the other kids.  It's bad enough she got to SEE his penis, but wait until she tells them she got to spank it right in front of her mother and his parents and nobody cared.  Whoa, would that cause some problems for Mark.

Cars passed on the busy street fronting the office.  Nobody stopped though.  One car with some little kids in it was stopped for the light on the corner occupied by the office. When the little boy and his sister saw him they excitedly reported to the woman driving what they had seen.  Other than that, the walk to the car was uneventful.  

All the way home, Mark wondered who would be out playing. Then there was a break in the revelry as his mother began:

"You know, Honey, we only want what's best for you.  If this will help you with your problem then we are going to have to follow the plan to the law.  I'm sure after awhile you will just adjust and your little penis won't get the same workout in a year or so.  Before we get home lets go over the rules again so you don't end up getting spanked like you did in Dr. Wilson's office.  Remember never to cover your penis or testicles.  You have to let anyone do what they want to your boy parts.  Your bottom and anus, what you call your butt hole, are free game too. Do we understand?

"Yes, Mom, but I don't know why I have to do this.  It's embarrassing.  It can't be a good way to fix things.  Please don't make me be naked."

"Doesn't matter what you think, young man.  We've made the decision and you will do it." Mr. O'Neill added.

Terri tried to console her son, "Mark just think about how good it will feel to have the other kids rubbing your penis. It has to feel good to you.  You will feel cool and free all summer and that's a plus.  You're just a little boy, so you shouldn't worry about being exposed."

As the car turned on to Emory Street and headed toward home two blocks away, Mark began to look over the dash to assess what damage was about to occur as he tried to get secretly into the house.  "Oh shit," he whispered under his breath. Timmy and Billy were playing in their front yard and that put them smack dab across from the O'Neill's driveway.

As the car pulled into the driveway, stopped and the engine shut down, Mr. O'Neill instructed his highly exposed nine year old son to "Get out! I'm hungry and we'll have to call out for a couple of pizzas."

Mark hurriedly left the car in an attempt to get into the house without detection by his young neighbors.

As he got out of the car, his mother, I'm sure on purpose, yelled, "Hi, boys!"

It wasn't any time at all before he heard Billy's voice shouting, "Look, Mark's naked." This was followed by both little boys scurrying across the street for a closer look.

"Mark, standing position", was Mr. O'Neill's reminder. Mark's now erect penis was pointing straight ahead and parallel to the pavement as he froze in position with his hands behind his head and legs spread wide apart.

"Wow, does he have to stay like that?" asked the more junior Timmy.

Mrs. O'Neill was quick to respond, "Yes, for a long time. And you can touch him anywhere anytime you want.  If he ever tells you 'No' you come and tell me and I'll let you spank him. How's that?"  

"Can we touch him now?"

"Sure. Do anything you want," permitted Mr. O'Neill.  At that, the five year old reached out and put a death grip on Mark's penis.

With the shaft firmly in his grasp he looked toward Mr. O'Neill and asked, "I can even play with this?"

"Any time you want," the watching father replied.

"Can I make him run through stickers like he did to me?" asked Billy, the elder boy.

"Sure can.  In fact, if you want to cut a sticker branch off, you can spank him with it while he runs through them," his mother added with a sense of justice.

"Well, we have to take Mark in now," she added momentarily.

"Wait, I didn't get to pull on it."

"Okay go ahead, Billy, pull on it.  Better yet let's turn him around here."  Mr. O'Neill bent his son over and spread his cheeks.  "Go ahead shove your finger in his butt hole."

Mark could feel the little seven year old's digit pressing against the opening.

"Go ahead, Billy.  Shove it in there.  It's okay if you hurt him.  Go for it."  

Momentarily the little boy's finger was inside Mark's most private orifice.  

"See if you can get two fingers in there at the same time Billy," Jerry coached.

The kid was giggling and thoroughly enjoying this.  The intrusion of two fingers sent a shot of pain through the no longer virgin Mark.

"Okay, we have to go in now.  Mark will be naked all summer so you can do this whenever you want.  If he ever has clothes on somewhere, like when you're coming home from school or something, and you want to do these things, just tell him to strip. If he doesn't come and tell us and you can spank his bare bottom after I do.  Deal?"

"I can't wait to tell Mom about this.  It's gonna be fun!"

As they approached the house Mark couldn't help but notice his three siblings, and, unfortunately, Jenny the babysitter, standing at the living room picture window. Obviously, they had just witnessed the visit from Billy and Timmy and saw the boys pawing Mark's erect penis.  He also was aware that as he walked toward the house, that same member wiggled back and forth horizontally and the movement amused those gathered at the window.  Jenny was obviously glued to looking at his boyhood the whole walk up to the door.

Upon entering Susie, his five year old sister, ran to the door and asked, "Mommy, why is Mark naked?"

"Daddy and I will talk to you children in a few minutes and we'll tell you about it."

"Hi, Jenny, any problems?" Terri asked the thirteen year old sitter.

"Nothin' that can match his problem."

"Oh, let me tell you about this since you babysit so often. Mark will be naked anytime you come.  Actually, he'll remain naked even when you aren't here.  The rules are he must keep his penis in clear view at all times.  He must never cover up with anything.  He is to perform any act requested by anyone, no matter what their age.  He also must allow anyone, no matter what age, to play with his genitals and his anus as much as they want.  If either of these rules are violated he is to be severely spanked with a vinyl strap that I'll leave with you.  He should get the strap for any disrespect or disobedience also.  Seeing as you are only thirteen, I want you to give him at least twenty swats with it whenever you determine he needs it.  If while we're gone another child complains about him not doing as told, covering up, or refusing to allow them to play with his penis or anus, they will get the privilege of spanking him while you hold him.  Should that happen don't count any strokes that don't leave an impression.  If it's a little guy let them use the strap on his penis and testicles, it'll leave a more lasting impression."

"Wait a minute, you mean I can play with his thingy as much as I want to?" asked the still immature teen.

"All day long if you want to and you can invite friends to do the same.  In short, his body is community property now."

"Can I play with it now?"   "Sure, you want to stay for dinner?" after her affirmative response, Terri further directed, "Go grab him by the balls and have fun.  While you're at it, let the little one's watch.  Spend some time showing them what they can do. You know, like let them stick their finger up his ass and stuff like that.  Here's the strap if you need it."

"Testicles, Terri.  Grab him by the testicles.  Turn around is fair play," Jerry corrected his wife with a grin.

"I'm excited. You know he's the cutest nine year old, I've ever seen. And now he's even cuter. I tried last year to get him to let me bathe him but he wouldn't cooperate."

Continued in part 1B...