"Aw mom, do I have to go today?" thirteen-year-old Brad complained, not wanting to spend his first summer morning in some doctor's office.
"Yes you are going, and I do not want to hear another word about it Bradley!" his mother firmly replied.
They had just moved to Georgia, and Brad needed to have an updated physical examination for school in the fall. His mom always thought it was best not to put these things off to the last minute, but Brad always hated going to the doctor's. It was embarrassing, and they always stuck him with painful needles whenever he went.
Dr. Clausen was the most well-known pediatrician in the area. During the drive to his office Brad sank back in the seat and sulked. He was angry that his mother had scheduled a doctor's appointment during his first day of freedom. He just wanted it over and done with.
"You had best change your attitude young man or you will find yourself in your room for the rest of the day. Do you understand me?" his mother warned when they pulled up in front of Dr. Clausen's office.
"Yes," Brad angrily replied with a look of resent.
The two of them went inside. There was nobody there except for a receptionist. "I'll let Dr. Clausen know you're here," she told them.
Dr. Clausen saw all the patients himself. He had no nurses or other staff, with the exception of his receptionist. It was just him, and him alone.
The door opened and Dr. Clausen appeared. He was a middle aged man and was rather big. He looked the opposite of what a pediatrician would normally look like. "Come on back Bradley," he said with a smile. Brad's mom said she was going out to do some shopping and would return within an hour.
Dr. Clausen walked Brad back to an examining room where he closed a thick, heavy door behind them. "Why don't we begin by having you strip down to your underpants," he told the boy.
Brad always hated this part, being a bit shy about his body. He removed his tee-shirt, and then his socks, shoes, and finally his jeans. He stood there in his underwear feeling a little awkward. The doctor took him over to a scale where he weighed and measured him.
"Five-three, ninety-two pounds," the doctor said while writing on a clipboard. He then had Brad sit on the examining table while he checked his ears, eyes, throat, nose, breathing sounds, and so on.
Brad always hated the feel of the cold stethescope against his body. Dr. Clausen asked him to stand. "Turn and bend over the table, legs spread apart," he told Brad as he put a latex glove on his right hand. He hesitantly did as he was told, and then became very tense as the doctor tugged his briefs down below his knees.
"Just relax," Dr. Clausen told him.
The doctor parted Brad's buttocks. "Looks like you could have done a better job cleaning yourself," he said as he introduced a lubricated finger deep up his rectum. It was very uncomfortable, having the doctor's finger probe deep inside him, rapidly sliding his finger around. To add to his embarrassment Brad could feel himself getting an erection. He did his best not to, but couldn't help it. After awhile the finger was removed. Brad saw the brown, discolored, gloved finger before the glove was removed and discarded.
Dr. Clausen stood directly behind Brad as he continued to bend over. The doctor put his hand up between Brad's legs from behind and firmly grabbed his smooth scrotum. Brad jumped a little as the doctor gave each of his testicles a heathy squeeze.
"Stand up and turn around," Dr. Clausen told him.
Brad stood up and slowly turned around, giving the doctor a view of his front and half-erect penis. His penis was beginning to develop nicely, but he had only recently begun to grow pubic hair, so only a few were present above the base of his penis. Dr. Clausen began to examine it with his cold fingers that gave the boy goosebumps. He was examining it thoroughly, and Brad couldn't control himself from getting an erection.
"I see you're enjoying this," Dr. Clausen said, rubbing Brad's _c_o_c_k_ between his fingers.
"I'm sorry, I can't help it sir," Brad replied, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment.
"Do you know what happens to young boys who have dirty thoughts?" the doctor asked. Brad shook his head no. "Well, you are going to find out."
Dr. Clausen pulled up a chair and then guided Brad across his lap with the boy's bottom upraised. "Have you gotten a good spanking recently?" he asked.
"No sir," Brad nervously replied as the doctor began rubbing his bare buttocks.
Dr. Clausen began to spank Brad on his bare buttocks with his open hand. He swat the boy's bottom hard again and again.
"Aaaahhhh! Please stop!" Brad immediately cried, taken completely by surprise at what the doctor was doing.
"You have to learn self-control young man!" Dr. Clausen said as he continued to slap Brad's buttocks.
Brad was soon sobbing loudly, feet flailing as the doctor's hand fell upon his little butt again and again. While he squirmed over the doctor's lap, his _c_o_c_k_ rubbed firmly against the doctor's thigh, only causing him to get harder. He suddenly felt the arm tighten around his back and a hand reached underneath and tightly gripped his penis, stroking it as the other hand spanked the boy. Brad was crying as hard as he could and suddenly lost all control. Right in the doctor's fondling hand he shot a large load of his creamy boy-cum right in the doctor's hand. A couple of fierce spanks were delivered on his bottom and he screamed in ecstacy and pain. His bottom was so red and sore from the severe spanking he'd been given, and it would be awhile before he could comfortably sit. It was obviously a trip to the doctor's he would never forget.