Author's Note: This is one of my ideas.
Background: This is based on the TV show, Dougie Houser, M. D., which ran on ABC in the US during the early nineties. It was about a child prodigy, Douglas "Dougie" Houser, who had graduated from medical school at age 16. Despite this, he still managed to have friends his own age, especially a boy named Vinnie Delpino who was his best friend. Dougie was played by Neil Patrick Harris and Vinnie by Max Casella. This story takes place in the early part of the series before Dougie moved out of his parents' home. Both boys were 17 at that time.
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Dougie Houser was leaning back in his chair staring at his computer screen when he heard a noise outside his window. Turning to look, he saw Vinnie climbing in.
"Doog man! What's going on?" he asked in his nasal voice with its slight Italian accent.
"Vinnie, don't you ever use the door?" Dougie asked.
"Not when I know you're up here," Vinnie said. "So what are you up to?"
"I was sitting here looking at my computer and feeling bored."
"Well, hey, I'm bored too. How's about we find something to do?"
"What did you have in mind, Vinnie?" Dougie asked.
"Me? Your the one with the super IQ, can't you think of something?"
"Vinnie, if I could have thought of something, don't you think I would be doing it instead of sitting here talking to you?"
"Hey! No reason to get testy, Doog man. Never fear, Vinnie is here! I'll think up something."
Dougie just looked at Vinnie and raised his eyebrows expectantly and waited. Finally the other boy broke the silence.
"Well, how about we take a ride down to the beach?"
"Vinnie, in case you don't remember, my car is in the shop. Why do you think I'm not out in it?"
"Yea, but your mom left you her car, didn't she? I see it in the driveway just waiting to be taken out."
"Mom left me that so I could get to the hospital, Vinnie, not to joyride in."
"How will she know where you took it? She won't be home until next week. And besides, if you carry your beeper you might get a call to come to the hospital anyway."
"Vinnie, that makes very little sense."
"Who cares? Look, are you going to mope around here all day, or do you want to have some fun?"
Dougie paused while he considered. He did want to get out of the house. What could it hurt, anyway?
"All right, Vinnie, but I'm driving. Don't even think of asking."
"No problem, Dougie. I'll let you chauffeur me all you like."
Both boys got up and went down to the kitchen. Retrieving his mother's car keys, Dougie led the way outside and they got into the car. Soon they were on the way down to the beach and Dougie felt better than he had all day. Vinnie kept up his chatter the whole time, but he just tuned him out and enjoyed the drive.
Reaching the beach, they parked the car and got out. As they walked along the strip, Dougie had to admire Vinnie's self-confidence. Even though neither of them had ever been laid, Vinnie acted as if every pretty girl might very well want to sleep with them. Still, Dougie wasn't looking; he had his relationship with Wanda and that was fine for him right now.
"Hey Dougie, you wanna let's get a beer each?" Vinnie said as they came to a beach bar.
"Vinnie, in case you hadn't noticed, we're underage."
"That's no problem. See that man behind the bar? He's a friend of my Dad's. He'll serve us a beer if I ask for one."
"But I'm driving, Vinnie. I'm not going to drink and drive."
"I'm only talking about one, Dougie. I'm not planing to get wasted or anything."
Dougie considered. It was hot and a beer would taste good. Besides, Vinnie was right; one beer wouldn't cause him any problems. But if his friend tried to get him to drink another, he would say no.
"All right, Vinnie, but if he cards me, I'll going to kick your butt."
But they didn't get carded. The man smiled and Vinnie and handed them a beer each with a smile. Dougie paid (he knew there was a catch) and they left. No sooner had they downed them than Dougie's beeper went off.
"Oh, _d_a_m_n_ it all!" he said
"What's up with that, Doog?" Vinnie asked.
"It means that they need me at the hospital. Come on, we've got to get back to the car."
They took off running down the sand and soon were back at the car. They got in and Dougie pulled away from the curb and headed off towards the hospital. Traffic was thick and he started to get frustrated. He began overtaking slower cars, weaving in and out of the traffic. But still, he wasn't getting anywhere. Then everything slowed to a crawl as they approached a major junction. He was feeling very anxious. They wouldn't have beeped him if there wasn't an emergency; he had to get to the hospital! He turned into the breakdown lane and carefully accelerated past the crawling cars. Vinnie made no comment; he just sat there and enjoyed watching his friend act a little daring for once.
Just as Dougie made it to the turn, he looked behind him and saw flashing lights. Groaning, he pulled over as the police car came up
"Just let me do the talking here, Vinnie," Dougie said.
The cop came out and sauntered over to the car.
"You in a hurry there, boys?" he asked.
"Actually, yes, officer," Dougie said. "I'm a doctor and the hospital has buzzed me with an emergency. Is there any chance you could give me an escort?"
The cop just looked at him.
"Have you been drinking, son?" he asked.
"What! No, well, yes, but just one beer. I'm not drunk, I really am a doctor."
"Well, you don't look old enough to be a doctor to me. You also don't look old enough to drink, but I could be wrong on both counts, so why don't you show me some ID?"
Dougie reached into his pocket, but only found his money. He had left his wallet at home. But all was not lost.
"Vinnie, reach into the glove compartment. I keep my spare paperwork in there."
Vinnie looked, but found nothing of use. Dougie slapped his head in frustration.
"Of course, I'm in my mom's car. I left my stuff in my car." Turning to the cop he said, "Look if you call the hospital, they'll tell you that I'm telling you the truth."
"I think I'm going to take you two down to the station," the cop said. "I smell beer and I want you to take a breathalyzer test. You must have had more than one beer to think that you could pull off a story like that."
Dougie seethed with frustration. He could see that this man was not going to listen to him. Further protests would only make things worse. The cop called a tow truck and he and Vinnie got in the back of the police car. Soon they were at the police station being asked a bunch of pointless questions while paperwork was filled out. The cop left them alone in a room for a few moments.
"Hey, Doog, are you all right?" Vinnie asked.
"Vinnie, I'm very pissed off right now, but mostly at myself and not at you so keep quiet so I won't get that way."
A few minutes later the cop came back.
"Well, Dr. Houser," he said sarcastically, it seems you were telling the truth. But I was right, both you boys are underage. Even though you weren't legally drunk, you still broke the law. Now I'm going to let you off with a warning, but I spoke to your father, Doctor, and he's on his way over to pick you two up. You two just wait here, and I'll send him in when he gets here." Having said that, he left again.
"Oh, Christ!" Dougie said as he closed his eyes, "My Dad is going to be so pissed!"
"Don't worry, Dougie," Vinnie cut in, "I'll tell him it was my fault. That way he can't blame you too much."
"Thanks, Vinnie, but I doubt if that will help."
Time passed and then the door opened and a very angry looking Dr. Houser, Sr. walked in.
"All right, you two," he said curtly, "Let's get out of here."
They followed him out and into his car. They both got in the back and a frosty silence descended as he drove them towards home.
"What about Mom's car?" Dougie asked, "Are we going to pick it up?"
"No, Douglas. You won't be driving your Mother's car again," Dr. Houser said bluntly.
Dougie fell silent. This didn't look good. As they got nearer to home, Vinnie decided he'd better speak up.
"Um, Dr. H., this is mostly my fault. I was the one that got the beer. I don't want you to blame Dougie for something that I talked him into."
"I'll keep your part of this fiasco in mind, Vincent," he answered, "But Dougie is responsible for his own actions."
Vinnie didn't have anything to say to that, so he shut up too. They got home and the two boys got slowly out of the car.
"Go into the living room and wait for me," Dr. Houser instructed. Dougie and Vinnie went in and sat on the couch nervously. After a few minutes the man came in and sat down opposite them.
"Do you two have any idea of what you did?" he asked. Sensing that he did not want a reply, they remained silent.
"First of all, you committed a crime by buying alcohol which you know very well is illegal. Then you got behind the wheel of a car. And not even your own car, it was your mother's! I don't care if it was only one beer; you can never tell how it will effect you. All the warnings about drinking and driving and you chose to ignore them. And you Douglas, were going to go treat patients at the hospital. Don't you know that if anything had gone wrong, the hospital could have been sued for millions of dollars?"
"I'm sorry Dad, it won't happen again," Dougie said quietly.
"No, I'm sure it won't. I'm going to see to that!"
"What does that mean?" Dougie asked as he raised his eyes and looked at his angry father.
"It means, Douglas, that you two have acted like irresponsible little boys and so I'm going to treat you as such. I'm going to give you both a severe spanking."
Dougie just stared. He didn't believe what he just heard. He was a doctor, for Pete's sake! But Vinnie was more worried. Several times when they were young boys, Dr. Houser had spanked him along with Dougie when they had gotten into trouble together and he had that same look on his face now. But they were seventeen now, not eleven!
"You're kidding, right Dr. H?" he asked doubtfully.
"I am most certainly not kidding, Vincent. You two are about to discover just how serious I am. And you are going to have the honor of going first since it was your idea."
"Dad, um, you can injure someone by spanking them," Dougie said desperately.
"Douglas, don't be a smart ass. You think I've forgotten how to spank you two? Now Vinnie get up and move to the edge of the couch."
In a daze, Vinnie up and moved to the end. Even at this age, it didn't occur to him not to obey Dr. Houser. He spent so much time at Dougie's house, the man was more like his Dad than his real father. With his hands beginning to shake, he bent over the back of the couch.
"Don't pretend that you don't remember that you have to take your pants down, Vincent," Dr. Houser said as he took off his belt.
Vinnie had remembered, but he had hoped that he would be spared this final indignity. He unsnapped his jeans and slowly lowered them to his ankles. Turning to look at Dr. H, he realized that there would be no mercy. Regretfully, he pulled his briefs down too and stepped out of them so he was naked from the waist down.
Dougie had gotten up and was watching the whole procedure nervously from where he stood. Like Vinnie, he had been hoping that their age would have earned them the privilege of keeping their pants on, but this was clearly not the case. As Vinnie took his underpants down, Dougie couldn't help looking at his friend's uncircumcised _c_o_c_k_. It had been a couple of years since Dougie had gotten a good look at it, and Vinnie had matured in that time. There was a dense patch of pubic hair and for a short fellow, Vinnie was quite well hung. But then Vinnie bent over the back of the couch and it was hidden from view. With sweat breaking out on his body, Dougie watched his Dad double his belt over and swing it forward, CRACK!
Dougie saw Vinnie gasp and squeeze his eyes together as the belt wrapped around his naked ass. And Dr. Houser wasted no time between blows, CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Red stripes were beginning to appear on Vinnie's ass and it was clear to Dougie that the other boy was fighting to keep from crying out in pain, CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Dr. Houser was always silent when he spanked them, and this time was no different. Dougie watched his face as he continued to spank Vinnie. There was an angry frown and a look of intense concentration as he aimed for the bright red buttocks, CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!!
At last Vinnie gave in and started crying out. The belt was turning his olive colored skin an angry red from his upper thighs to his lower back. His whole body was twitching and jerking with every new blow, but this brought him no respite. At last Dr. Houser was done with him and ordered him to stand up. Silent tears were flowing down his face, and his breath came in sallow hitches as he rubbed his burning bottom.
"Douglas, get over here," Dr. Houser said.
With a gulp, Dougie moved over. He knew better than to stall, so he stripped his pants right off. But even knowing he had to, he couldn't bring himself to pull his underpants down until his father snapped at him to do so. Lowering his briefs, he kicked them off his feet so his circumcised _d_i_c_k_ was hanging free and the cool air of the living room was breezing against his exposed butt. His _c_o_c_k_ was not quite a long as Vinnie's in its limp state, but it was considerably thicker and hung proudly out from the thatch of midnight black pubic hair, unconcerned with what awaited his bare bottom. But his balls were drawn up tightly hoping for protection in his wrinkled scrotum.
Dougie bent over the padded furniture, shivering as he realized just how vulnerable his upturned bottom was. It had been years since Dad had spanked him, but he remembered quite well how much it hurt. But even that didn't prepare him as he felt the belt wrap around his white bottom and dig into the exposed cheeks, CRACK!
He sucked in his breath but already the next blow landed, CRACK!
In an attempt to divert his mind, Dougie tried thinking of this in medical terms, but his father's belt aborted that strategy as is stinging blows came raining down, CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Dougie didn't bother trying to hold back his cries of pain, giving them full voice as his bare bottom was heated by the hard leather, CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!!
The pain and shame caused tears to flow from his eyes as the stinging in his rear reached new levels. This was worse than anything he had ever gotten before and it was worse than what even Vinnie had gotten. Dad was spanking him like he never had before, CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!! CRACK!!!
"Please, Dad!" he yelped after a particularly hard blow landed on the welted area in the middle of his bottom, but his only answer was a harder lick in the same place. His legs were unable to support him and he slumped over the couch while his Dad continued to have his way with his bottom, beating it with a fury Dougie wouldn't have thought possible. His whole world was a red haze, broken only by lightning flashes of renewed pain each time the belt landed.
At last it was over, but Dougie was in no position to appreciate the relief. His bottom felt like blazing fire and it was all he could do to reach around and gently rub it. He felt the raised welts and wondered if he would ever feel pain like this in his life again. Stiffly, he stood up and tried to wipe the tears from his still crying eyes.
"Douglas, you and Vinnie go up to room and stay there for the rest of the day. And remember, if you two want to be treated like adults, don't act like irresponsible little boys next time," Dr. Houser said as he put his belt back on.
Dougie nodded his head as he gingerly bent over to pick up his clothes. Vinnie already had his in his hand and they retreated to the sanctuary of his room. Without any embarrassment, they laid next to each other on Dougie's bed face down. They continued to rub their sore rumps.
"So Doctor," asked Vinnie trying to grin through his pain, "What do you prescribe for a severely spanked bottom."
"Don't sit down and call me in a week, Vinnie," Dougie said. He wasn't in the mood for jokes, but he appreciated his friend's effort.
The two boys examined each others' belted bottoms and put cold cream over the worst welts. Dougie was in worse shape as he had taken the brunt of his father's wrath. Over the next couple of hours, the pain subsided to a manageable level and they got dressed again. Vinnie departed the way he came, preferring the pain of having to maneuver down the tree than risk facing Dr. Houser again.
Later that night, Dougie sat on a very well padded chair and typed the day's entry into his computer
PERSONAL JOURNAL: Today, Vinnie and I did something really stupid. Dad found out about it and we both got spanked. It hurt like hell, but I'm still glad Dad treats me like a normal kid. If he had let me off because I'm a doctor, I would have been the loser.