A few days before my scheduled doctor's appointment, I received instructions about my physical exam. I was nervous just reading them. This was the first time that I had had a complete physical. I was 17 years old, and Dad had insisted that I get a full examination before I left home for college.
As I read the instructions, I could feel myself already beginning to get an erection. The instructions said "you will be asked to undress completely and lie on the exam table.''
The last time I had to strip totally for an exam was as a child at the pediatrician's office. I still remember how embarrassed I got when the nurse would undress me and then leave me sitting on the exam table completely naked. I dreaded it even more now.
Finally, the day of my appointment arrived. I did everything the instructions said to do before the exam. The morning of the doctor's visit, I took a shower and thoroughly cleaned my scrotum, as the instructions had specified. Then, Dad drove me to the clinic.
As we sat in the waiting room, I felt my penis becoming hard inside my bluejeans. I hoped that Dad would stay out in the waiting room and not go with me to the exam room.
At last, they called my name. I started toward the nurse, and Dad got up to follow me. The male nurse led us down the hallway to the exam room.
My heart was pounding. The nurse pointed us to Exam Room #3. I went in the room first, then Dad followed and finally the nurse came in and closed the door behind him.
"I'm going to need you to remove everything,'' the nurse said.
I just stood there. I was looking around the room for a curtain to step behind while I undressed.
Dad was getting impatient. "You heard the nurse," he said. "Strip.''
There wasn't a curtain, just a little bench in the corner. I walked over to it and sat down. Slowly, I took off my shoes and socks, then started to unbutton my shirt. I removed my shirt and hung it on the hook next to the bench. I did the same with my under-shirt.
Dad and the nurse stood watching me. I stood up and pulled down my pants. I stepped out of my jeans and placed them on the rack with my shirt. Now clad in only my cotton briefs, I stood motionless with my back to Dad and the male nurse. I was fully erected.
"Your underpants too, please," the nurse said. I didn't move.
I could tell Dad was annoyed. "What is the matter with you?'' he said angrily. He then walked over, grabbed the waistband of my underwear and thrust them down to my ankles.
My underpants fell to the floor, and I stepped out of them. That's when Dad and the nurse both noticed that I had a hard on. The nurse grinned slyly. Dad just looked angry.
I thought the nurse at least would give me a gown to put on, but he didn't. I think he was enjoying seeing me naked. He motioned for me to get on the scales.
I stepped up on the scale, and the nurse took my height and weight. All the while, he kept looking down at my erection and shaking his head. Then, when I stepped off the scale, he gave me a little slap on my bare bottom.
"I'll be back in a minute," the nurse said.
As soon as the nurse was out of the room, Dad grabbed me by the arm and started pulling me closer to him. He was furious.
"I can't believe you're acting this way," he said. "How could you embarrass me like this?''
Dad began to unbuckle his belt. "I'm going to spank your little bottom right here and now."
Dad removed the belt from his trousers and walked over to one of the chairs next to the wall. He sat down and motioned for me to bend over his lap.
"Please, Dad, not here," I begged him. "What if someone walks in?"
"Then, they'll see you getting exactly what you deserve - a good, hard spanking. Now, BEND OVER!"
I lay across his lap, and Dad brought his belt down squarely against my bare buttocks.
"One," he said aloud. He drew the belt back, then brought it down again. Harder this time.
"Two . . . three . . . four . . ." I lay there, my legs floundering in the air.
"Five . . . six . . . seven . . . eight . . ." My bottom was stinging, and Dad was only getting started. Dad always gave me at least a dozen swats and sometimes as many as 20 or 30.
"Nine . . . ten . . .'' Tears were filling my eyes now, and I couldn't keep them from falling.
Suddenly, the door opened, and in walked the male nurse. Dad never lost a beat. The nurse just stood in the doorway watching as Dad kept on laying the stripes across my buttocks.
"Eleven . . . twelve . . . thirteen . . . fourteen . . ."
Several other nurses, upon hearing the swats, had stopped in the doorway to watch.
"Fifteen . . . Sixteen . . .'' Dad brought the belt back once more and let it fall across my striped backside. "Seventeen!"
Finally, it was over. With red bottom and red face, I started to raise up when the nurse stopped me.
"While you have him in that position, hold him there while I take his temperature," the nurse said to Dad.
I winced at the thought of a rectal thermometer being inserted up my ass. Dad pushed me back down as the nurse went to get the thermometer.
"This is how we take little children's temperature," the nurse said as he inserted the thermometer.
"He's certainly been acting like a child today," my dad replied.
Dad held me with his hand pressed against the small of my back to keep from moving. After what seemed like an eternity, the nurse removed the thermometer.
Only then was I allowed to raise up from the spanking position. The nurse motioned me to the exam table. He told me to lie on my back on the table while he took the rest of my vital signs. I still had my erection as the nurse took my blood pressure and pulse.
"The doctor will be in shortly," the nurse said. He handed me a cup. "I suggest you take care of that before he comes in."
At first, I thought he meant he needed a urine sample.
"I'll see that he does," Dad said as the nurse was leaving.
I stood there with the cup in my hand. That's when it hit me. He wanted me to masturbate.
"Well, get moving," Dad said. "I won't have you embarrass me in front of the doctor, too."
"Dad, I CAN'T!'' I said, horrified at the thought of doing it in front of my father.
Dad picked up his belt again. "Maybe this will help you," he said.
"OK, I'll do it, but at least go outside while I do,'' I said.
He wouldn't budge. He just stood there and watched as I masturbated.
By the time the doctor came in to finish the exam, my penis was back down to normal size. Only when he turned me over on my stomach and saw the belt marks across my buttocks did the doctor comment at all about anything unusual.
Dad dismissed the marks saying, "just disciplining the boy a little.''
"I understand completely," the doctor replied. "I spanked my son last night. More boys need that kind of discipline.''
I got another dose of discipline as soon as Dad got me home.