dannysdoctor

Danny was usually up and ready for school without any
prodding from his stepmother, Kelly. This day, however, Kelly
walked into Danny's bedroom to find him still in bed, awake and
doubled over.

     "What's the matter, baby?" Kelly asked as she sat on Danny's
bed and touched his forehead.

     "I don't feel well," Danny explained, clutching his stomach.

     "Does your tummy hurt?" Kelly asked, placing her soft hand
on Danny's stomach. "I'd better take you to see the doctor.
This could be serious."

"No. No, it's not," Danny insisted. "I'll be okay. Just
let me stay in bed today. I'll be okay tomorrow," he pleaded.

     "I don't want to take any chances with you. I'm going to
call the doctor right now," Kelly said as she stood.

     "No! I don't want to see that old doctor. It's nothing.
I'm all right," Danny stubbornly persisted, still clutching his
tummy.

     "Danny darling, I'm not going to let you stay sick in bed
all day without knowing what is wrong with you. Besides, you're
not going to see 'that old doctor'. I found a new doctor for you
and she's very nice and I'm sure you'll like her. Now, we're
going and that's all there is to it," Kelly said firmly. "You
don't even have to get dressed. I'll take you there in your
jammies," Kelly tried to cajole. "Now be a good boy for me,
baby," Kelly said as she kissed his forehead.

     The thought of having to walk into a doctor's office while
wearing his pajamas was enough to induce Danny to crawl out of
bed and pull on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. He lay back down
on this bed, doubled up, and waited for Kelly.

     Kelly, ready for work, walked back into Danny's bedroom
wearing three-inch pumps in the same bright blue as her suit, a
snugly fitted straight skirt, at least four inches above her
knees, and a jacket that crossed over her amble breasts, buttoned
and belted at the waist, and flared slightly to hug her hips.

     "Oh, baby, you didn't have to get dressed. You could have
left your jammies on. Here, let me help you up," Kelly put her
arms around Danny and helped him sit up. "I wish I could carry
you, baby." Kelly's deep blue eyes were full of concern.

     "It's okay. I can walk," Danny said, wishing he didn't
have to let go of Kelly. He stood up, still bent over, and
eventually managed to get into Kelly's car.

Danny was curled up on the examination table, Kelly sat in a
chair in the same room, when the doctor walked in.

     "Hi. I'm Nicole LaShane," The doctor introduced herself to
Danny.

     "Danny darling, Dr. LaShane is your new pediatrician. Isn't
she pretty?"

     "Pediatrician? I'm too old to have a pediatrician," Danny
complained, ignoring the question about the doctor's appearance.
She was more than pretty, he thought, with her long, wavy
strawberry blond hair and light blue eyes. She wore the typical
white coat, but underneath was a pink dress that covered only
about half of her thighs. Her legs were the longest Danny had
ever seen and he thought no dress would be able to cover all of
them.

     "Well, if you're over 18, you are too old to have a
pediatrician. Are you over 18, Danny?"

     "No," Danny admitted.

     "Well, then, it looks like I'm your doctor. Why don't we
get started? What seems to be the problem?"

     "My stomach hurts," Danny mumbled.

     "A tummy ache, huh? Let's take a look." Dr. LaShane probed
Danny's tummy while asking him questions about how long he had
felt pain and if he felt sick and if the pain was all over or in
one spot. Danny grumpily answered her questions, stopping short
of not cooperating at all.

     "I don't think its appendicitis, if that's what you're
worried about," Dr. LaShane told Kelly. "Let's just get your
temperature, Danny, and make sure that's okay."

     "No. It's just a stomach ache," Danny growled. "Kelly, I
want to go home," Danny nearly whined.

     "Let Dr. LaShane take your temperature, baby. Something is
wrong and as long as we're here, let's find out what it is,"
Kelly reasoned.

     "No! I'm not even hot. You can feel my head."

     "That's not an accurate measure, Danny," Dr. LaShane said,
holding the thermometer. "Come on now, open."

     "No." Danny put one of his hands over his mouth.

     "Danny! You let Dr. LaShane take your temperature," Kelly
told him, stunned at his disobedience.

     Danny shook his head.

     "Well, there's more than one way to do this." Dr. LaShane
looked at Kelly. "I can use a different thermometer."

     Kelly nodded, smiling. "Go ahead. Do whatever you have to.
He had a chance to do it the easy way."

     "I'm sure I'll need your help," Dr. LaShane told Kelly.

     Kelly stood up. Dr. LaShane brought out the thermometer
she'd referred to and prepared it. Danny looked from Kelly to
the doctor, his hand still over his mouth.

     "Ready?" the doctor asked. Kelly nodded. "Turn him over
and hold him down."

     Danny took his hand away from his mouth and gripped the
examining table.

     The two women, each taking one side, easily removed his
hands and rolled him over.

     "No! Doooon't!" Danny yelled, struggling and kicking his
legs.

     Kelly leaned over and put her body across his back.
Although Danny kicked his legs, Dr. LaShane had no trouble
pulling down his sweat pants with one hand.

     "Noooo! Stop iiiit!" Danny howled.

     The doctor leaned over Danny, holding his legs down with her
body. She used the index finger and thumb of one hand to
separate his squirming bottom cheeks.

     "Uhhhh! Kellyyyyy! Don't let her do thaaaat!" Danny pleaded,
bouncing his body up and down on the table.

     "I will let her do it," Kelly said. "I'm helping her to do
it. You had an opportunity to have your temperature taken like a
big boy. You decided to act like a baby, so, this is how it's
done," Kelly mildly scolded.

     Dr. LaShane generously applied lubricant, rubbing it slowly
and thoroughly. She then slowly inserted the thermometer.

Danny jumped and struggled against the hold the two women
had on him.

     "Make her stop, Kelly, ... Mommyyyyy, pleeeease!" he begged.
He wiggled his bottom as well as he could and tried to squirm
away from the women who held him.

     Kelly, whose heart melted every time her beloved stepson
called her mommy, held him firmly. She would not let him get
away with his tantrum.

     "Danny, stop it right now!" Kelly ordered. "Dr. LaShane, if
he behaved like this at home, I'd turn him over my knee and spank
is bare bottom. Go ahead, Doctor, spank him."

     Dr. LaShane slapped her hand down once on each side of
Danny's bottom, careful not to disturb the thermometer.

     "Owww! Stooop!"

     "Give him more than that. He certainly deserves it for the
trouble he's caused. Spank him until he behaves," Kelly
insisted.

     Dr. LaShane again spanked each of Danny's cheeks. She
smacked each in loud bites back and forth.

     "Owww!" Danny screeched and burst into tears. "You can't
do thaaaat! You're not my motherrrrr!"

     Dr. LaShane, ignoring the howls from her uncooperative
patient, half her body holding his legs, continued to spank each
plump bare cheek, the palm of her hand moving rapidly across the
division and carefully around the thermometer.

     Kelly smiled at Danny's outburst. He'd never given her any
indication that it was okay for her to spank him, but not anyone
else. And as far as she knew, he had not told his teacher that
spankings were reserved for Kelly only. It was just this pretty
doctor, who had inserted the thermometer, that Danny complained
about.

     "Are you ready to behave, baby?" Kelly asked softly, while
Dr. LaShane spanked.

     In response, Danny slumped and wept. When he was still, Dr.
LaShane changed the rapid pace of her hot spanks into a gentle
stroke on Danny's bottom, stopping only to pat it now and then.
A moment later, she checked the thermometer and announced his
temperature normal.

     "Danny," Dr. LaShane began, while the still-crying and bare
bottomed boy lay on his tummy, "there is a reason your tummy
hurts. What did you eat yesterday?"

     "Nothing," Danny barked.

     "Spank him," Kelly told the doctor.

     Dr. LaShane smacked the middle of his bottom several times.
Danny shrieked.

     "Did you hear Dr. LaShane, Danny?" Kelly asked, letting go
of her stepson. "What did you eat yesterday? I know what you
had for breakfast, lunch and dinner. There was nothing that
would hurt your tummy. What else did you eat? Danny? Answer
me!" Kelly was getting angry. "Spank him again, Dr. LaShane."

     "No! Don't," Danny shouted. He threw his hand back to
protect his stinging bottom. "I ate some candy. After dinner.
That's all," Danny confessed.

     "A piece of candy would not make your tummy hurt," Dr.
LaShane told Danny.

     "I had more than one piece," Danny admitted.

     "How much?" Kelly asked. Danny remained silent. "Danny,
how much candy did you eat? And, by the way, where did you get
it? We don't have any candy at home. There's just my..., Oh my
God! Did you eat my imported chocolates?"

     Danny nodded.
     "All of them?" Kelly whispered, shocked. Danny nodded
again. "Get off of this table, it's my turn to spank your bare
little bottom."

     Danny reached back to pull up his sweats.

     "No you don't! You're not going to cover anything!" Kelly
sat down on the chair. "Come over here right now!"

     Danny stood up and, using his hands to cover himself, got
off of the table and took the two or so steps over to his
stepmother.

     "Don't spank me, Kelly," Danny pleaded, tears streaming down
his face. "I'm sorry."

     Without a word, Kelly turned him over her knees while Dr.
LaShane stood next to the examination table, hands on her hips,
and watched the event unfold.

     "I can't believe you had the nerve to eat all of my special
chocolates!" Kelly scolded as she angrily spanked Danny's red
cheeks. "How could you?"

     Dr. LaShane stared at Danny's plump round bottom and watched
it shade to deeper shades of red while small shivers of
excitement coursed through her body.

     Kelly spanked Danny's chubby little bottom over and over
with biting stings.

     "Owwww! I'm sorryyy," Danny screeched. "I've been punished
enough!"

     Kelly had spanked him several times over the past few months
that she had been married to Danny's father, but never, Danny
realized, as hard as this.

     "I haven't even started to punish you!" Kelly informed her
stepson as she spanked the tender flesh at the tops of his
thighs.

     "Owwww! Yes you haaaaave! You let her do that thiiiing!
With the thermometerrrr! Owwww!"

     "You could have had your temperature taken like a grown up
boy. You decided to act like a baby," Kelly advised him. "What
you need for taking my chocolates without permission is a good
spanking."

     "Owwww!" Danny kicked his legs as he howled. "But my tummy
hurts toooo!"

     "Not as much as your bottom is going to," Kelly promised,
spanking up her stepson's blazing bottom to the fleshy arch,
spanking some of each plump cheek. "I'd have shared them with
you if only you had asked," Kelly told him, her voice softening.
"You know I would have. But you just took them!" Kelly continued
to scold, her voice on the verge of tears, as she spanked.

     Dr. LaShane watched Danny's little bottom jiggle under the
attention it was receiving from his stepmother. The doctor was
not married and did not have children of her own. She'd never
spanked anyone, though her mother had spanked her from time to
time when she was a child. The spankings had stopped long before
she was the age of her new patient. What would it be like, she
wondered, to spank a child that age? Perhaps Danny would have to
come back to see her for something. Maybe his stepmother would
not accompany him. Maybe he would be uncooperative again. Her
palm began to itch.

     Danny cried and kicked. He sobbed out another apology. He
realized now that Kelly was more hurt than angry and it tore his
heart in two.

     "I'll never do it again. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt
you, Mommy," Danny cried, sincerely contrite.

     Kelly gave him a final hard spank, pulled up his sweats,
stood him up and neatly arranged his clothing. She stood up and
put her arms around her still-weeping stepson.

     "Do you want me to give him an enema?" Dr. LaShane asked
casually, sorry that the spanking was over already.

     "No!" Kelly and Danny chorused. Danny looked up at Kelly.
She smiled, took his face in her hands and kissed his forehead.
"Let's go home, baby. I'll put you back into your jammies and
tuck you into bed, okay?" Kelly suggested.

     Danny nodded and smiled for the first time that day.