I approached the door of the therapist's office, unsure precisely what I would find.
I had no choice, I was seventeen and a couple of run-ins with the law had resulted in my parents speaking with a neighbour, who was a cop, and he recommended I undergo "therapy".
I wasn't offered any choice. It was this or next time I got into trouble I was going to left in jail ....my parents were insistent that they wouldn't bail me out.
My appointment card said 5.30pm, which it was just as I opened the door. It had Dr. "James Harrison - Therapist" stencilled in black lettering on the frosted glass.
I entered and I found myself in a waiting room with a table with a bell on it and a few old magazines and a closed door opposite where I had come in.
I rang the bell.
I heard muffled voices and then the door opened.
Out came our neighbour, the cop smiling "Good to see you are punctual sometimes David.
Doctor, this is David Graham.... I think he will benefit from you therapy..." he said with a smirk.
The Doctor looked immaculate in Doctor's whites. He said nothing but eyed me up and down.
"Thank you John" he said to the cop who shook his hand and left.
"David come in here please." The Doctor said in a manner more of an order than a request.
The room was like a typical doctor's examination room.
There were a desk and an examination table and charts on the wall ...all the things that a normal doctor's surgery would have.
"Now David before we begin I would like to examine you.
I didn't really understand what sort of therapist was this anyway I didn't have any choice...
"OK! up on the table ...take of your jacket and roll up your sleeve." He said as he began to take my blood pressure.
He peered down my throat, and into my ears and eyes.
OK now drop your trousers .... and your shorts ..."
I got the usual cough and look left routine. His hands were icy cold as was the room.
"Mmm, ok David, it seems you are ok to partake of your therapy. " He said as I began to pull my shorts up ...
"Oh! don't bother with that ... in fact I want you naked now boy...."
"But Doctor ....." I started to say "it is cold ......"
"Nonsense boy, in fact you will be warm enough soon, now I want you naked ...DO IT!"
I started to shiver but I stripped. I stood with my hands cupped over my shrinking genitals
"Take your hands away son ...I want to see you properly." He said ...but I mustn't have moved fast enough because he grabbed my hands and pushed them behind me.
"If you can't follow simple instructions is it any wonder you are here .." He said angrily while slipping on a rubber glove.
He moved behind me ..."Bend over ...." I guessed what was coming as I felt a finger enter my virgin hole.
"Nice and tight....good I like them to be tight ..." He said with a grin.
"Now boy let me explain my therapy....
We are going through that door..." he said pointing to a door opposite where we entered .." In there are the tools that I use to help boys like you grow up and become responsible adults. Unfortunately for you the road can be painful, very painful ....that is why I need to check you out before we begin."
He pushed my naked body through the door.
The room was brilliantly lit, starkly white, with a simple frame like device in the centre.
I was startled by the light but then I saw a table against the wall.....it was covered in belts and canes and straps ....I started to turn but the Doctor grabbed me.
He manhandled me over to the fame. I was bent over and strapped in before I even react.
I was strapped over a bar that was padded and a kidney strap was locked in place to protect me, but my rear was wide open to the coming assault and I could do nothing about it
"I like to begin my sessions with a little warmup ...." He said as he selected a paddle from the table.
"A few touches of this and you won't feel so cold." He said slapping his palm gently with the paddle.
He moved behind me and I tensed.
He came up close and whispered ...."David, I am doing this for your own good. Remember every stroke is going to help you become an adult, a responsible adult.
Remember why you are here, what you did to end up in my punishment therapy...why when you leave here today your rear is going to be bright red and very, very sore."
He said it so quietly it chilled me to the bone.
"Now lets us begin..."
I heard the swish and then a fire spread across my buttocks
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK ...
I screamed in pain.
"That's right scream like a baby David, your'e not a man you're a boy. By the end of your sessions with me boy you will be begging for much more than this .... this is only a light paddling..."
I felt the slap of the paddle eight more times before he stopped.
I felt the cold hands caressing my bottom. "Nice and warm now are we?" He laughed.
I couldn't reply through the tears that were streaming down my face.
"David, as I said that was only the beginning but before we continue I want you to contemplate why you are here ....so I am going to leave you for a little while to think about it and to think about what is to come."
As he said this he picked up a cane, a long thin cane which he placed carefully on the floor directly in my line of sight.
He left the room and I stared at the vicious cane on the floor. I dreaded what was going to happen next.
.......
I heard the door open, I had lost track of time ...was it five minutes of an hour ... I couldn't work it out. My rear was still throbbing and I began to sweat at the thought of what was to come.
I heard the squeak of his shoes on the shiny wooden floor.
"Still here I see David." he joked.
"Your bottom is coming along nicely... nice and red but it is only early ...."
He came around me and picked up the cane.
"Please don't hurt me ....please ...." I cried....
He looked at me with steely eyes.
"I am sorry David but this is for your own good."
He began to flex the cane and gave a couple of test swishes.
The noise of was scary.
I knew I would be in pain again at any moment.
I hear him move behind me.
"Now boy I am going to give you six stripes on each buttock. You may scream as much as you want but boys, cry men do not."
With that I heard him flex the can again and then the sound of the cane slicing the air.
The pain was unbelievable.
I screamed as each stroke came down on my tortured left buttock.
"Nice and warm now I think ..." He said coldly.
THWACK, THWACK THWACK ...
My body shivered and ached in pain.
Six strokes rained down on my left side and then it stopped, but I knew what was coming... and I heard him move his stance....then THWACK as the fire leapt to my right buttock.
Six horrible stokes came down on my right side as I screamed and cried for mercy.
Then it was over.
I could only imagine what my rear looked like. I felt a cold shiver all over and I was perspiring heavily.
He came around the front and looked me in the eye.
"Now David, you did very well. But we are a long way from the end of our sessions together." He said as he released my hands.
I tried to stand but I began to collapse. The Doctor held me.
"Your rear is very red and sore as I promised and I always keep my promises. Next time it will be even redder. You are booked in for next week and you will be here!"
I knew I would be .....and I knew I would feel that cane again
As I walked home through the cold night air, my bottom was throbbing but I had a strange feeling of warmth all over.
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