It had been four years since Timmy's father had died. He was now twelve and lived with his mother who had to work two jobs just to able to support the two of them. She didn't have much time for Timmy, and this allowed the boy to take advantage of the situation. It wasn't that Timmy was a bad kid. He just did anything he could for attention, which he wasn't getting at home. Mrs. Stevens had done everything she could to discipline her son, but he had become too much for him to handle on her own.
One day Mrs. Stevens heard about someone who helped discipline kids when the parents were unable to do it. Many of the kids in the area referred to him as the "Spanking Doctor", but to the parents he was simply a blessing. His name was Dr. John Renwald, and he had just moved to the area after obtaining his PhD in Psychology. He was one of those who believed that kids today could use a little old-fashioned discipline, and he had opened his own office where he could do just that. Parents would bring their children to Dr. Renwald, and he would administer the effective discipline needed.
Timmy's mother called Dr. Renwald and told him of the problems she was facing with her son. He agreed that the boy needed discipline, and offered his services to her. She was of course hesitant at letting a stranger discipline her child, but she had heard such good things about him, and she was desperate. She set up an appointment for the same afternoon.
She didn't tell Timmy where they were going, and he had no idea where they were off to until they were inside the small office building. On a thick wooden door read the name plate 'Dr. John Renwald, Child Psychologist'. Timmy had heard of him, and of course he wanted nothing to do with it.
"I ain't going in there!" Timmy angrily told his mother.
"Oh yes you are young man! Maybe this will teach you to start minding me."
The thick wooden door suddenly opened before Timmy could run out the front door they had just come in. A tall, thick man appeared. "You must be Mrs. Stevens. I am Dr. Renwald," he said, holding out his hand. She took hold of it and shook it. "And I guess this must be Timmy?" he said, looking at the boy who was now slumped in a chair with an angry look on his face.
"Yes," Mrs. Stevens replied. "As you can see, this is the same attitude I get at home from him."
"Well, I think we can do something about it," the doctor answered.
"I am going to go out shopping. About how long will you need?" she asked him.
"I'd say about an hour and a half. That's how long most first sessions run," he replied.
"Okay. I'll be back then," she said.
"Great. And don't worry about him. He will be just fine," he told her.
Dr. Renwald turned to Timmy after his mother had left. "Come inside with me."
Timmy didn't move. He felt angry, but he was also nervous, wondering what this strange doctor was planning on doing with him.
Dr. Renwald grabbed the boy by the arm and pulled him up from the chair. "You listen to me when I tell you do something! Now come with me."
Timmy reluctantly walked inside the large office space. It looked similar to a living room in a family's home. Timmy immediately noticed Dr. Renwald's picture gallery. On each of the four walls were many pictures of different sizes. "Go right ahead and look around," the doctor told him with a smile.
Timmy began to look at the pictures. The first one he saw showed a boy of nine or ten. The boy's pants and underwear were down at his knees, and his entire buttocks was a very dark shade of red. The next picture showed a boy his age, also with his pants and underwear down, and his bottom was a dark shade of purple with red and blue welts. He continued to look at the pictures. All of them showed partially stripped or naked boys showing the various effects of their bottoms after being spanked.
Dr. Renwald walked over to Timmy. "Pretty soon I will have to make room for your picture to go up there," he said. Timmy then froze as he felt the doctor's hand on his buttocks. "Come over to the couch with me. I'm going to begin by inspecting your fanny."
Very nervously Timmy followed Dr. Renwald over to a couch. He was there all alone with this guy whom he considered a psychopath, and he knew there was nothing he could do but obey him. The doctor sat on the couch and had Timmy face him. The boy felt the man's fingers unbuttoning his pants and lowering the zipper. His pants were then pulled open and then slowly pulled down below his knees. He then felt Dr. Renwald's fingers sliding in the waistband of his underpants and sliding them down. Timmy stood there exposed before the doctor.
Dr. Renwald noticed Timmy's smooth body. He was totally hairless, but it wouldn't last too long since the doctor could see that his penis had already begun to develop. Timmy suddenly felt Dr. Renwald's hand firmly inspecting his penis and testicles. The boy stood there in fear. Moments later, he was pulled completely over the doctor's knees.
to be continued...