THE TREATMENT

BY NAP

This story is a fantasy for adults only. The author utterly
condemns any form of actual abuse – physical, sexual,
psychological and emotional – to any person of any age.

"So, the difficulty with your daughter's behaviour is excessive,
perhaps even obsessive masturbation?" Dr Friedman said glancing
at his notes."

Mrs Corry looked anxiously across the desk at the renowned
psychiatrist. He was tall, lean, bald and bespectacled, and
looked very, very clever. Would he take her problem seriously, or
consider it too trivial to be worth his precious time?

"Yes, Doctor," she answered nervously. "She is always at it.
Rubbing up against things or feeling herself – even in public.
We've tried to ignore it, but now she is ten it is really
embarrassing, and we feel it can't be healthy. I mean, if she's
like that now, what will she be like when she is a teenager?"

"Hm," Dr Friedman murmured, "I can certainly cure Alannah of this
habit, but it will require a drastic remedy."

Mrs Corry, relieved, smiled and nodded positively.

"As you know, the physical punishment of children has been banned
for many years, however a qualified practitioner may use it to
benefit the mental health of a child. I consider this case meets
those criteria and I propose to use Aversion Therapy to treat
your daughter's inappropriate sexual obsession. I shall apply a
combination of physical and psychological stimuli to correct
Alannah's behaviour. My method has proved very effective in the
past, but I must warn you that some parents find witnessing the
treatment disturbing. However, I should prefer you to stay, as it
will give you an insight into your daughter's character. But
should you remain, I must insist that you do not interfere at any
time, no matter what your feelings."

Mrs Corry was disturbed to find herself rather excited as she
listened to the psychiatrist's cool proposal to ill treat her
daughter. Was she a dreadful mother? She nodded her agreement and
sat tight.

Dr Friedman spoke into his intercom and asked his nurse to bring
Alannah in. A few moments later, the nurse, an athletic blonde,
escorted the young girl into the consulting room. Alannah was of
average height and sturdily built, though not fat. She had thick,
straight shoulder-length dark brown hair that shone from frequent
washing. She glared across at the Doctor with glowering eyes, her
mouth pulled into a sulky, defiant scowl. Ignoring this mutinous
expression, Dr Friedman decided she was actually a very pretty
child. He was glad of this. The last time he had used his
treatment the girl had had an eating disorder and had been obese
and very unattractive. It was going to be much more pleasurable
to treat Alannah. He did not waste time in preliminaries but told
the girl to get up on the treatment table.

"No!" Alannah said defiantly.

Dr Friedman did not even have to look at Nurse Law. She simply
seized Alannah's shoulders and tipped her backwards, but before
Alannah could fall to the floor, Dr Friedman moved quickly
forward and grabbed her legs. The startled child found herself
caught between the two medicos, lifted in the air and dumped none
too gently onto the gleaming black table.

"Ouch!" Alannah said automatically as her bottom bounced on the
hard surface. But Dr Friedman immediately yanked her ankles and
pulled her forwards so that she slid on the seat of her jeans
along the polished tabletop towards him. Next moment he had
secured her ankles to two Velcro straps on either side,
stretching her legs wide. While Alannah was still gasping at this
outrage, Nurse Law let go of her arms and whisked her T-shirt
over her head leaving her upper body bare. "Hey!" Alannah yelled
at this indignity, but next second the nurse had grabbed her
shoulders and slammed her down against the hard, cold surface. A
second or two after that, she had pulled her arms behind her and
fastened them like her ankles. Alannah was now not only
helplessly tied down, but also uncomfortably stretched. Like all
of her generation, Alannah was not used to such treatment. "Hey!
Let me go," she demanded.

Dr Friedman ignored the child and turned to the mother. "I have
the records of Alannah's last medical and she is a perfectly
healthy child, easily able to withstand what she is going to get.
However, I shall now attach monitors to register her responses,
not only as a safety measure, but also to measure her reactions."
As he said this, Dr Friedman pressed a couple off suckers to
Alannah's skin at her neck and upper arm.

"Hey! Get off me," the little girl's indignant voice yelled
resolutely. "Mum! Make them glug urgh—!" Alannah's shrill
protests were cut off in mid cry as Nurse Law efficiently gagged
her.

Dr Friedman looked down at the girl's solid little torso. She had
the typical pre- pubertal child's lack of shape with a slightly
podgy tummy, no real waist and just the beginnings of breast
development with two small mounds of freshly formed flesh topped
with soft pink nipples. He nodded, satisfied. He enjoyed the
sight of a hale and hearty child. But time to move on. He pulled
off Alannah's shoes and socks and then nodded at Nurse law who
came to his end of the table. Each of them held one of Alannah's
legs and undid the strap. Dr Friedman leaned forwards, unbuttoned
the waist of Alannah's jeans and slid down the zip front.

"Nnnng!" Alannah protested dumbly, urgently shaking her head.

Still restraining Alannah's legs with one hand, the doctor and
nurse used their other to tug down their captive's jeans, finally
pulling them altogether clear of her legs. Now Alannah was
wearing only a pair of pink panties patterned with darker pink
polka dots. Dr Friedman glanced down at this minimal defence of
decency. The wrinkled crotch projected the split outline of her
vulva. Dr Friedman leaned over gripped the elasticated waist.
Alannah's muffled cries became even more desperate. They were
ignored. Dr Friedman pitilessly pulled her panties over her hips
and off her feet. Then he and the nurse refastened her ankles. So
there was Alannah, naked bound and gagged on the tables with her
legs spread wide. Dr Friedman looked at her revealed genital
cleft, the object of his interest, both professional and
personal. It was large and very prominent. He nodded in
satisfaction. He ran his fingers lightly along the slit in a
tickling motion. Alannah squirmed and gasped. Her eyes widened in
shock at this handling of her private part.

"Hmm" Dr Friedman murmured. "It is as I thought, Mrs Corry, your
daughter has a very high sexual sensitivity for a girl of her
age.

He picked up a jar of yellow ointment.

"This is a mixture of my own devising," he explained to Mrs
Corry. "I call it "Erogelle". It is for the treatment of adult
female frigidity and is very effective. When used in its
concentrated form on young girls, its impact is quite startling."
Dr Friedman unscrewed the top and turned his attention to his
patient who watched with wide anxious eyes from her helpless
position. Dr Friedman took a scoop of the gelatinous mixture and
leaned over Alannah's sturdy thighs. She twitched nervously as
his hand approached her vulva, but evasion was impossible. His
gooey finger touched her slit and ran along it. As if by magic,
the lips swelled and parted like an opening flower, exposing the
coral pink interior. Dr Friedman smiled and spread more of the
gunge on Alannah's labia. Her hips twisted and a low moaning came
from behind her gag. He scooped another fingertip of ointment and
pushed it into the now gaping orifice and ran it around.
Alannah's writhing became more frantic. Another dip of cream and
the doctor moved to the top of Alannah's slit, searching for her
clitoris. It was not hard to find and at his touch rose
obediently from its protecting hood. As the good doctor rubbed
the sticky mixture on the little nub of flesh, it grew and
stiffened startlingly. Dr Friedman moved to the side of the table
and leaned over the child's chest. He took a dab of the goo and
rubbed it into each of Alannah's little nipples, which
immediately became pertly erect. Then he straightened, screwed on
the top of the jar and wiped his hands. Alannah continued to
wriggle and twist as much as she could and then began to bounce
her bum against the hard surface of the table.

"Your daughter is now in the grip of intense sexual arousal," Dr
Friedman explained, "which of course she can do nothing to
satisfy. This is the first stage of the treatment."

Mrs Corry watched Alannah's urgent antics with a guilty
excitement. She was surprised by the psychiatrist's remedy, she
had thought he would try to reduce Alannah's libido, rather that
stimulate it. She wondered what the next stage of treatment would
be.

Dr Friedman picked up a box of large wire paperclips. He took one
out, opened it slightly and put over Alannah's swollen left
nipple. She squirmed and glugged. Dr Friedman knew that the clip
would be very painful, but not wounding as a sprung clasp would
be. He leaned further across the child's chest and put another
clip on her right nipple. Then he flicked each and watched with
amusement as they quivered. He could guess at the throbbing pain
engendered. He moved down to Alannah's groin. Mrs Corry's eyes
opened wide. Surely he couldn't! But he could! He fastened a clip
on her daughter's tiny erect clitoris. Then he flicked it, making
her jerk with a mixture of agony and ecstasy.

Dr Friedman nodded to Nurse Law and she went to Alannah's head,
the doctor himself moved to her feet. At his signal, the pair
quickly released Alannah's bonds and turned her over. She kicked
and struggled as much as she could, but one little girl against
two adults were impossible odds. The nurse refastened Alannah's
wrists, but lower down the table legs than before so that her
head and shoulders were below the level of the tabletop. The
doctor kept a firm grip on Alannah's ankles, but allowed them to
slide forward. Once the girl's wrists were secure, Nurse law came
back and took Alannah's left leg while Dr Friedman continued to
grasp her right. Then they moved her further forward and fastened
her ankles in a new position still with her legs wide open, but
with her bottom now stuck up.

Dr Friedman stepped back and admired the view. He was pleased to
see that Alannah had a good meaty bum. Nurse law brought him a
pair of surgical rubber gloves that he pulled on. She then handed
him a cellophane packet from which he took a bullet shaped
suppository about two inches long. He leaned over Alannah's
upturned bottom. Despite her twisting hips, he parted her cheeks
with his left thumb and fingers and then inserted the pointed end
of the suppository into the girl's anus. It was greasy and
slipped in easily. He continued to push until it had entirely
disappeared into her and then with insistent pressure from his
middle finger plunged it deeper into the child's rectum. He
stepped back, peeled off the gloves and put them on the proffered
dish. He turned to Mrs Corry again.

"What I have just inserted into Alannah is a suppository
concocted by me. It is a mixture of herbs, spices and chemicals
and as it melts, it will cause her extreme discomfort. When I was
experimenting with the ingredients, in the cause of science I put
one into myself. It was like having ten thousand red-hot ants in
spiked boots and carrying cattle prods stamping around inside
you. Very uncomfortable! I washed mine out almost immediately!
Unfortunately for Alannah, she will not have that option. Also,
another ingredient relaxes the bowel's reflex so that she will
not be able spontaneously to eject it either. Aha! The process
has begun."

Mrs Corry looked on as her daughter's hips gyrated even more
frenetically. And she strained desperately against her bonds. Mrs
Corry was shocked to realise that once again the emotion that
washed over was not pity, but pleasure. How could a mother gain
enjoyment from seeing her daughter put through such torment?

"She would be much better off if she kept still," Doctor Friedman
commented coolly, "but of course she can't, what with the
irritant of her sexual frustration as well as the hellish
intestinal torment. However, that is not all she is to suffer. I
shall now introduce the next element."

Mrs Corry wondered what was to come and watched with mounting
excitement as the psychiatrist moved to Alannah's left side. Then
he raised his hand, swung it back and let fly with a ringing slap
on her daughter's bottom. Like all modern parents, she had never
before seen her child spanked and was surprised to discover the
experience hugely gratifying. A bright red handprint immediately
appeared across the little girl's bottom cheeks. It was soon
joined by many more as Doctor Friedman gave her another twenty in
as many seconds, leaving Alannah's bum red and very sore.

"The reasoning behind my treatment," explained Dr Friedman,
taking a break from his therapy, "is to cure Alannah's obsession
by making her associate sexual arousal with painful experiences.
So first, I provoked her sexually to a far greater extent than
would be normal for so young a child, but denied her any
opportunity of satisfying herself. Next, I applied painful
stimulus to both her primary and secondary sexual areas further
confusing the messages of pleasure and pain received by the
brain. The process continued with the irritant suppository to her
rectum. Not only are the anal and genital parts adjacent
physically, but also they are closely associated psychologically.
Thus, the internal inflammation and sexual arousal intensified
each other and again these messages were muddled in the mind. The
spanking serves several purposes. The most obvious is another
layer of physical pain, but spanking also heats the bottom,
escalating the effectiveness of the suppository. Plus spanking
increases blood flow to the area, including the sexual parts.
This boosts arousal as well as making nerve endings more
receptive and amplifying their signals of distress. Speaking of
which, it is now time to add a new level of pain."

With this warning, Dr Friedman nodded to Nurse Law, who produce a
new instrument and handed it to him. It was an oblong paddle made
from clear Perspex and slightly flexible. It was divided into
handle and blade, the blade being twice as long as the handle. It
appeared a dreadfully effective implement of chastisement. Dr
Friedman tapped the business end against Alannah's already
inflamed buttocks, which squirmed in desperate and fearful
anticipation. Then he drew back his hand and brutally brought it
down horribly hard across the little girl's cheeks. For a moment,
Mrs Corry saw her daughter's inflamed flesh turn pale as the
blood was forced from surface by the impact. But then a darker
patch appeared as, superheated, it agonisingly returned.

In her memory, Mrs Corry was suddenly back in time to when she
too was a ten- year-old. Like Alannah, she had discovered the
intense pleasure of self-stimulation and had masturbated hard and
often. She realised now that her own mother, a strict
fundamentalist who had determinedly disapproved of such a
disgusting practice, had adopted just the remedy now advanced by
the eminent psychologist. But being an unsophisticated woman and
since it was a time when beating children was still socially and
legally acceptable, she had used a hairbrush and switches to
apply her own brand of treatment to her daughter's bare bottom.
Mrs Corry remembered those excruciatingly painful encounters with
horror. The treatment had been effective – up to a point. She had
been cured of her compulsive masturbation and had become an
unlikely example glowingly chaste rectitude. But a new darker
desire had been born as she secretly harboured obsessive
fantasies of sadistic lust and imagined a time when she would be
the powerful parent beating her own defenceless child. In the
event, time had turned against her and she had never found
fulfilment.

Until now!

As she watched Dr Friedman swat Alannah's bottom with the Perspex
paddle she experienced a more powerful sexual pleasure than she
had ever known. Her panties, already damp, became soaked with her
streaming juices. Every beating blow raised the heat of her
passion. As her daughter's bottom glowed darker, deeper so did
her own base desires. Was this what she was condemning Alannah
to, she wondered? A lifetime of a consuming craving for sadism
that in the modern social climate could never be satisfied?

She sighed in acceptance as the paddle hit home hard yet again.
So be it. She could not deny herself this experience whatever the
consequences. Alannah would have to suffer now and, in all
likelihood, the future, but she must have her gratification.

At last, Dr Friedman stopped beating the little girl. He and the
nurse attended to her, untying her, removing her gag so she could
wail without restraint, taking off the clips on her nipples and
clitoris, wiping her face, drying her eyes. But they showed her
no tenderness and the suppository remained in place. When they
came to dress her, they sprinkled fine grains into her panties
before putting them on. "Good old fashioned itching powder!" Dr
Friedman explained with a grin as Alannah sobbed and squirmed as
her puffy sexual parts and sore swollen bottom encountered it.
And when she was fully clothed, they secured her wrists behind
her back and gave Mrs Corry instructions.

"Keep her like this at all times during the day," said Dr
Friedman. "It means you'll have to spoon feed her and attend to
her in the lavatory, but you are her mother. At night, use
these." He handed Mrs Corry what looked like oven gloves, two
thick padded mittens without thumbs connected by a short, broad
length of cloth. "When she goes to bed put these on her hands –
they fasten at the wrists – with the connector behind her back.
Even if she manages to reach her vulva, there is no way she will
be able to make enough contact to masturbate."

Mrs Corry nodded. "Thank you, Doctor."

Dr Friedman smiled. "Just one more thing—

"—fetch her back this time next week for further treatment!"

Remember: Real children are precious and fragile. Please always
treat them with kindness and respect.