Author: Sterling Title: Making Bad Girls Good Summary: Bad little girls are everywhere. Bad, bad, bad. How do you cure them? An elite group of young men produce a very effective drug. Keywords: MF Mf gi non-cons SciFi humor het first NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 3/5/2011. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text unchanged, including this notice. If you tell me where you have re-posted it, I can enjoy knowing it is appreciated and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it. Sterling And now, our feature presentation. Enjoy! ============================================================ Making Bad Girls Good Dr. Rick Schumaker was a specialist in pediatric behavior problems. Alison and her mother sat across the desk from him. The girl had been referred to him by her primary care physician who thought he might be able to help her. She was a cute, blond six-year-old, but wearing a surly expression. Her mother explained. "She doesn't do her homework. She tracks mud into the house and gets her best clothes dirty. She called me some very bad names." "Oh, that's all I need to hear. The diagnosis of Alison is straightforward. She is a bad girl! Now I need to talk with you alone for a few minutes." "Alison, go wait in the waiting room," said the mother. "There should be magazines to keep you busy." "So," he said when he had the mother alone. "She definitely has Bad Girl Syndrome. There is a very promising new drug. It's called Inner Piece. It's administered by injection." "An injection? Isn't it available in pill form?" "No, sorry," he said, with an enigmatic smile. He looked at his Smart Phone, pushed several buttons, stroked his chin, and said, "I think I can fit in her -- I mean fit her in -- tomorrow evening, at ... 9pm?" "OK," said the mother. Then, "Say, you look rather young for a doctor." "Yes, well!" he said, clearing his throat. "People say that about me a lot. I've just finished my residency at Mass General, so I am aware of all the latest advances and techniques!" He handed her a small squeeze tube the size of travel-size toothpaste. "Here, apply this cream all around Alison's vulva tonight. Try to squirt half the tube into her vagina." "Her vagina?" asked the mother. "Oh, yes," said the doctor. "That is where the injection takes place." "That's odd. Well, if it's the latest thing and you doctors say it works, I'm all for it!" "Good! She'll get a 2ml injection. Dress her in pretty, frilly clothes -- that helps with the therapy." Just before the mother closed the door behind her, he heard, "Alison! Why did you tear up all those magazines? Stop!" Yes, more evidence. She had Bad Girl Syndrome. Of course, if all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. Rick sat in his office chair, rubbed his hands together, and smiled. Monsanto had taken a huge gamble some 20 years before and genetically modified some fertilized eggs that were destined to grow into boys. He was one of them. He now produced 6-hydroxy-trans-8-dodecenoic... something or other as part of his semen. It was to be marketed under one or more of the trade names: Good Girl Come!, Liquid Spanking, and Inner Piece. He was only 19, and not a medical doctor. He had received several months of training to earn the degree of Doctor of Alternative Therapy. After intense behind-the-scenes lobbying by Monsanto, he was allowed to present himself to patients as "Doctor". It would be fun to give Alison her treatment, he reflected, smiling. Yes, a great deal of fun! ---------------------------------------------------------- Rick arrived promptly at 9pm at Alison's home. Alison's father answered the door. "Oh, thank you doctor. Alison has really been getting worse! She fought and fought when we went to apply the cream. I had to sit on her and hold her legs apart while my wife rubbed it in." "But you did succeed?" "Oh, yes, we squirted half the tube right up her vagina, just as you said." "Very good," Rick said. "She's six years old, is that right?" "Yes, six and a half actually." "OK, where is that bad little girl?" "Last I knew my wife was trying to coax her out from under her bed." From a bedroom down the hall Rick heard shrieking. "Bill," called a woman's voice from the same room. "I guess we'll have to drag her out. Can you help?" Bill spoke to the doctor as they walked down the hall. "She acted like a very, very bad girl when she found out you were coming. Fortunately we got her dressed up before we told her about it." Her mother knelt on the floor, and had just captured a calf of a girl who was wearing white tights. One end of the calf was attached to a shiny black shoe, while the other end disappeared under the bed. "Let me get the rest of her," the father said, smiling apologetically at the doctor. He knelt and pulled hard on the calf, and the rest of the girl emerged bit by bit. "No, no! I hate you!" squealed the little voice from under the bed. What emerged was the rest of the pair of tights followed by a bare little girl tummy, then a dress that had been scrunched up as the girl's daddy pulled her out. The other leg was flopping and kicking, but daddy corralled it with his other hand. "You bad, bad girl!" said her daddy, standing and keeping hold of both calves, leaving the girl to trail below him upside down. Her bare tummy and half of her chest were exposed as the dress flopped onto her face and arms. She struggled, trying to hit her daddy's legs with her fists, but she lacked a good angle to be a bad girl in that particular way at that particular time. "Are you going to give her the therapy right here?" asked her mother. "Why not?" asked Rick. It was exciting to give little girls their therapy, and although it was not professional of him to admit it, if they were struggling it added a touch more excitement. "Do we put her up on the bed?" asked her father. The doctor knew Alison was a pretty girl, though at the moment this was less than apparent as her face was stained with tears and decorated with the dirt her wet face had picked up from under the bed. Her shoulder-length blond hair was mussed up. "Let's make her a little more presentable first," said Rick. So Bill stood her right side up, and her mommy wiped the worst of the dirt and tears from her face while her daddy smoothed her dress down. It was a velour wine-colored dress with lacy white trim. "Very nice!" said Rick, clapping his hands and looking at his patient. "Now, Alison, if you just pull those lovely white tights and your panties down around your ankles..." "No!" said Alison, struggling once more within her father's grasp. Rick pulled off his own pants and underpants to reveal his penis, mostly erect. It was rather ordinary as erect adult penises went, but it was the first one Alison had seen. She paused in her struggle as she saw in more concrete turns what her therapy was going to involve. "That goes where?" Her mother said cheerfully, "That goes up the hole between your legs, where I squirted the cream." "How's it going to fit?" "Don't worry!" said Rick in a jovial tone. "It won't hurt a bit!" Alison knew from experience that meant it might hurt a lot. She started struggling harder than ever. Her daddy held her torso and arms but her legs got free and flailed wildly. "Lay her back on the bed," said Rick. He kept his precious therapeutic penis well out of range of the flailing black shoes, as he corralled them one by one. "Now hold her feet, mom," he said, handing them over. "OK, dad, now you shift over to her right side and mom to her left, and each of you hold an arm and a leg... That gives me room in the middle. Good." When she was more or less immobilized, Rick pushed her dress up, grabbed her tights at her hips and pulled them down slowly to her ankles. Lovely smooth white legs emerged. His penis swelled to peak readiness. He slid his hands up her thighs and took hold of her white panties and pulled them down as well. There were her little girl labia and her slit, the site where he would apply the therapy. He smiled in anticipation. "Now, Alison, do you want to look while you get your injection, or not?" "I don't want any injection!" she said. "Oh, but you've been a bad girl and you need it. Do you want to look?" "No! I don't want to look!" But she could not make herself look away. Rick lowered himself onto the girl, his therapeutic organ twitching in anticipation. He spread her little labia wide apart. "You're going to feel a little pressure now," said Rick. "No!" shouted Alison. He pushed his tip against her little pussy hole. The cream her mother had applied had made her tissues supple and elastic, and now his penis opened her up and stretched her without tearing. Still, it was a tight fit and he had to press hard with his therapeutic injector. "More pressure," he grunted. "Ouch!" exclaimed Alison as Rick's cock slid in a little. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?" he said, sliding in bit by bit. Alison realized she had been prepared for much worse, but she could hardly admit that. "No, it was awful!" she wailed. "Now you may feel kind of full up inside, but that's normal," he said soothingly. "Don't worry," said her mother, patting her hand. "The good doctor is going to help you get better." Alison's eyes widened as she saw the magic trick of the doctor's penis disappearing into her through the wall of her body somehow. Every inch she saw disappear she felt inside her, where it surely had tripled in size, stuffing her pelvis full. "There," said Rick, "now it's in all the way. No more pressure! Now let me get into a more comfortable position here," he said, pinning her legs apart and lowering himself until his chest pushed against hers, shirt rubbing against dress. He took a hand from each parent and interlocked fingers, pressing the girl's arms out to the side and up in a "surrender" position. Now Rick's face was close to the sniffling girl's. "Now there's going to be some back and forth," Rick explained. He started a slow fucking motion. "It may take a few minutes before the actual injection." Rick could have pumped her full of his therapeutic semen within seconds of penetration. But maybe his increased pleasure made the therapy more effective. No one had proven it didn't. So over and over he insinuated his cock tip up to the deep end of her vagina. He loved his work! Five minutes of this heavenly coupling was the longest he allowed himself. He was breathing faster. "Now, Alison," he said, "you'll feel a little more pressure, then a warm feeling way up inside." He rammed faster and faster with his blunt injector organ, then as his ecstasy built, jammed it up hard into the end of her pussy and began spurting his patented semen, shot after shot. The prescription had been for 2ml, but an overdose wasn't harmful, and he was happy to give her however much of the magical stuff that his body wanted to dispense. It wanted to dispense a lot. By the time his third shot was gooping up the girl's pussy, Alison relaxed and sighed. "Much better, isn't it?" Rick panted. Alison nodded, a vague smile on her face. Fully satisfied, Rick pulled out. "She'll be kind of dopey for a while, so let her rest," Rick said, putting on his briefs and trousers. "But then I think you'll see some results right away." "Oh, thank you doctor!" said her mother. "I was at my wit's end with her." "Give me a call," said Rick. "The course of therapy calls for a second treatment. I'd suggest the day after tomorrow -- same time?" "Sure," said the parents in unison. ---------------------------------------------------------- Alison's mother gave a glowing report when Rick arrived two nights later. Her bad girl was behaving much better, though she wasn't quite an angel. They walked down the corridor to Alison's room. Little Alison presented a much different picture this time. She was seated on her bed in a lovely light blue silky dress with dark tights. Her hair was combed to perfection. "She says she's going to cooperate about her therapy this time," her mother said, then turned to the girl. "You were very, very bad about it before!" "I'm sorry, mother," said the little thing, looking down contritely. "See, that's such an improvement!" she said, looking at the doctor. "Usually girls are only nervous about their first injection," he said. "They know after the first time that it's not so bad." Alison looked up shyly as Rick approached. The girl's father appeared behind her mother in the doorway. "Would you like to have your therapy alone with just me?" asked Rick. Alison hesitated the briefest instant before nodding. "Are you going to be a good girl?" asked her father. Alison nodded quickly. "Are you sure?" asked her mother. Alison nodded again. "If you need us, just holler," she said to Rick as they retreated and shut the door behind them. "So, Alison, how are you feeling today?" "Good," the girl whispered, looking down. "I bet you felt pretty good after I gave you that injection, right?" Alison looked up and nodded enthusiastically. "You're going to give me another one?" she asked hopefully. "Oh, probably -- if you're a good girl," he said, toying with her. "I'll be good! What should I do?" she asked anxiously. "Stand up, and turn around slowly." She was truly lovely. Part of his genetic engineering was to be strongly attracted to females of all ages, but he decided that he liked girls this age best of all. "Now kiss me," he said, bending over just a little. Alison stood on tiptoes, raised her head and presented her lips, a reverent expression on her face. Rick reached down to close the gap between them and gave her gentle, tender kisses for a minute until Alison lost her balance. "Was that nice?" he asked. The girl nodded dreamily as he steadied her on her feet. He admired the magnificent creature as she stood, and then began touching her. First her silky hair, then her neck and arms, back and front, pausing to rub his hands in a figure eight pattern on her chest where breasts would grow some day. She giggled and drew back a couple times as his light touch tickled her. "Let me get that lovely dress off of you, and see the even lovelier girl inside," he said, unzipping the back. Alison pranced with excitement. Rick stripped naked himself, and his therapeutic penis was stiff and ready for its task. The next few minutes were a whirl of hands gliding on sweet girl flesh, the swish of panties, gently touching a purple cock tip against delicate folds of girl privates, the heavenly embrace greeting his surge within, pleading big blue eyes, warm little hands on his back, blond hair -- and a close-up view of a lovely little ear. As his thrusts jiggled her back and forth rhythmically on the bed, he felt the exquisite excitement of such a splendid yet tender vaginal hug, and then heart-thumping ecstasy as he delivered the treatment. Her greater ecstasy enveloped her a second later. As his pulse slowed he got to luxuriate in the sight of the girl who lay beneath him moaning and twitching, her face slack but showing a trace of a smile. He slid out and lay on his side against her, continuing to worship her flesh with his hand. After a few minutes she looked at him groggily with a big smile. He slid his hand between her legs and idly ran his finger up and down her wet pussy slit. "Do you like the idea of getting another treatment in a couple weeks?" Alison gave a big smile and nodded. "Here's how it works: if you are a very good girl for two weeks, then we know the treatment is working and I come back to give you a booster shot," he said, sliding his finger up inside her pussy. But if you are not a good girl," he said, removing his finger, "then we know the therapy isn't working and so we stop the treatments. Get it?" Alison furrowed her brow. Her brain was still too fogged out in pleasure to think too clearly. "Be a good girl, and I'll do this to you again in two weeks," he said smiling and nodding his head, shoving his finger in and out of her vagina. Alison smiled and nodded her head. "But if you are a bad girl," he said, removing his finger and frowning and shaking his head, "no more treatments." Alison frowned and shook her head. "Good girl, more of this!" he said as they smiled and nodded in unison and his finger snaked deep up her pussy. "Bad girl, no more," he said as they frowned and shook their heads in unison as his finger slid out. "OK, goodbye Alison," he said, kissing her nose. Inner Piece actually did help bad girls become good girls, increasing alertness, discipline, ability to delay gratification, compassion, and so forth. Being a good girl was self-reinforcing too, as girls received praise. But the biggest effect of the drug was that girls went into ecstasy receiving it, and would do just about anything to get another dose. And what they would do included being good girls. ---------------------------------------------------------- "And what has Kathy done?" asked Rick, as mother and daughter sat on the other side of his desk in his office. "She didn't make her bed and left her dirty clothes on the floor for five days in a row. She hit her little brother and made him cry. She didn't do her homework and cheated on a test." "Oh, Kathy, you sound like a very bad girl!" said Rick. "You need to be treated." He sent them home with the little tube of medicine to be squirted into her vagina. The next evening he appeared at her house as scheduled. He approached and ruffled her hair as she glared up at him. They were in the living room, but he could treat her there as well as anywhere else. "Dad," said Rick, indicating the father. "Bend her over the arm of this sofa." "No!" said Kathy, adorable in her white dress despite her angry demeanor. "Oh, but you need to let the doctor treat you," said her mother. Kathy's father manhandled her until her butt was sticking up in the air. Rick deftly flipped up her white dress and pulled down her red panties. He quietly removed his pants and underpants to reveal his injection device. "It's like getting a shot in your bum," her father said. Kathy relaxed a little. Shots were usually not too bad. Rick stretched her lovely little glistening pussy lips apart as he approached with his penis. The cream had as usual made her vagina flexible enough to receive the therapeutic device without pain. "A little pressure, and it might sting a little," said Rick, as he lined up his injector and pressed. "It's kind of a big needle," said her father under his breath, smirking. Kathy whipped her head back and looked over her shoulder. "Hey!" she said, struggling anew against her father's grasp. "Lots of pressure, now," said Rick with a big smile as he worked his penis up her tight pussy, the walls stretching luxuriously to accommodate the intrusion of his warm, hard medical instrument. Women used to complain of cold speculums. This instrument was always pre-warmed. "I feel stuffed!" Kathy gasped. Rick began his pumping action, shoving his instrument into the special girl hole in the rear end of the little girl. "We have to move the injector in and out before you can get your dose," he said in his best professional tone. His thrusts became more vigorous. The little girl's pussy was very alluring, and her white dress that was bunched up around her middle excited him too. His pleasure built. "The injector now expands," he said, gritting his teeth with the pleasure of it all. "Aaaaahhhh!" he moaned as he delivered Kathy's Liquid Spanking way inside her vagina. He panted and luxuriated in his conquest for a moment. "All done," he said, withdrawing his hard member. Kathy lay over the arm of the sofa, twitching, with a silly grin on her face. "Can she get up now?" her mother asked. "Sure," he said, "but she probably doesn't want to." "Is she OK?" "Oh, she's more than OK," he said. "She does look happy." "I'll come again day after tomorrow for a follow-up treatment," he said with a sly smile, pulling his pants back on. ---------------------------------------------------------- Alison used to whisper in class and pass notes. She never knew the answers to the teachers' questions. Worst of all, she was mean to the other kids. She had given one little boy several bruises. Kathy used to laugh at the other kids and poke them in the ribs when the teacher wasn't looking. She didn't study either and gave snide answers when the teacher asked questions. She tormented and taunted the new girl. Suddenly Alison was very good. She sat up straight in her chair and took notes. She handed in her homework on time and got good scores on her tests. She was polite to the other children as well as grown-ups. Kathy started playing with the new girl and made a point of making her feel included. She never poked anyone, and when she got poked, said graciously, "I guess I deserved that." She too began getting every question right. "What's different?" the kids asked Alison. "I was diagnosed as a bad girl, and I got this special treatment. She smiled. That's made the difference." "Is that all?" "Not quite. Getting the treatment felt so, so good! I can only get more booster shots if I'm good." She smiled dreamily. "So I make sure I'm very, very good." Kathy's story was the same. ---------------------------------------------------------- "Mommy, can I get treated by Dr. Schumaker?" "Oh, dear, we never take medicine unless we have a disease that needs treating." "Oh," said Mallory. She stopped doing her homework, then bounced up and down on the living room sofa wearing her muddy shoes. She pulled her brother's hair. Her mother scolded her. Mallory apologized and hinted that she thought maybe she had an onset of bad girl disease. Her mother did nothing. Mallory poured honey on the cat and worked it into her fur, and then sliced up her mother's favorite dress with scissors. ---------------------------------------------------------- "Oh, dear, Mallory, you have been very, very bad!" said Rick. "I'm sorry," she said, trying to avoid grinning. Her parents were delighted to see how cooperative she was in preparing for her treatment. She was a brave girl and wanted to get her injection without either parent in the room. She lay back and smiled as Rick stuck his injector right into her private tunnel. She too lay twitching in ecstasy after he delivered his medicine. At her next treatment, Rick's back was hurting, and he explained that she'd have to move herself on the injector instead of him moving the injector in her. He had a wonderful time watching the girl pumping up and down, impaling herself on him over and over, sweat running down her face. It was good aerobic exercise for her, and she was willing to work very hard for her treatment. After several minutes Rick felt his pleasure building while his body prepared the injection. He gave one feeble upward thrust and gave the girl her medicine in rhythmic pulses. She keeled over as she began her moaning and twitching. Rick reached through his own ecstasy and caught her so she landed gently, in the process corralling her to lie by his side, body snugly against his. ---------------------------------------------------------- "There are so many bad girls in town," said the mother at the meeting they had called with Rick. "You treat them, and it works well, but there seems to be an epidemic. Can we prevent them from becoming bad girls in the first place?!" "My Kaitlin dug up my tulips and 'transplanted' them into the gutter!" "Barbara pulled all the books out of all the bookshelves into a big pile on the floor!" "My Justine made a big mess with ice cream and mustard on the living room rug!" "Christine put her brother's hand in warm water as he was sleeping!" "You get the idea," said the first mother. "Once you treat their condition, they are so sweet and wonderful, but the early stages of the disease can be very distressing. You're very good at what you do. Do you have any ideas for how we can keep our girls from getting so bad in the first place?" Rick stroked his chin. "Well, I could try a vaccination program." "Really?" asked the mothers excitedly. "Yes, bring your little girls to me for vaccination." "Wow, that sounds wonderful!" said the mothers. ---------------------------------------------------------- Little things ranging in age from four to ten stopped into Rick's office after school for their booster shots. They were always dressed in pretty skirts or dresses. Three other girls were there as helpers. Part of being very, very good for some especially cute girls was volunteering their time at the local doctor's office. One way they could help was to attend the treatments without any clothes on. That helped the patients feel more at ease with having to expose their private parts to a grown man. He also said he could increase the effectiveness of the medicine if they helped him perfect a new part of the protocol. They lay back and let him explore their private parts with his tongue. The girls said that felt nice, and ended with a little satisfying dollop of pleasure. Having learned the technique, he began licking some of his cuter patients to happy little orgasms before he treated them. It was kind of like a tiny appetizer before the meal, they said. He thought he could also increase the effectiveness of the medicine if the volunteer girls licked his injector device in advance. It felt very good, and when he then turned to mount his little patient, it did increase the effectiveness of the medicine. Well -- it certainly felt better to him, and so it must be more effective. Yes, perhaps he should file a brief report with the medical journal. Several times after licking his injector device especially well, the girls made him spill some of his precious medicine in their mouths and all over his chest. The naked girls eagerly scooped it up with their fingers and shoved it up their vaginas, and reported that it felt good and was just a little bit like being treated. It was important not to let any of the medicine stain the lovely Sunday clothes the girls were wearing. The helper girls held their hands under the treated girl's butt as Rick removed his injector to catch anything that dripped out. Others cleaned Rick's injector. Still others fished inside the treated girl's pussy proactively to get some of the medicine so it wouldn't leak out later and stain her panties. All of them shoved the drippings up into their own vaginas. ---------------------------------------------------------- Little girls weren't the only bad girls in town. Some of the big girls got in trouble with getting drunk and smoking and staying out past their curfew. Rick's treatments were very effective for them too. When bad big girls reported how deliriously happy they were with the treatment for their condition, other big girls started drinking and smoking just to get treated. At the parents' request, he moved from treatment to vaccination of the big girls as well. Some of the wives and mothers in town didn't act like good girls either. They were messy, bad cooks, spent too much money, yelled at their sons, or drank too much. Rick began treating and vaccinating them as part of his caseload. The girls and women in Springfield became the best behaved females in the whole country! The women were gracious in performing their conjugal duties, but honed their skill at faking orgasms. After getting vaccinated by Rick, the same act from other males paled in comparison. Most medicines have side effects. One side effect of Rick's treatment was pregnancy. Many of the women and big girls started using contraception such as the pill. But many got pregnant, and most carried their babies to term. Many of those realized they were not in a position to raise them well, so they were good girls and cheerfully gave them up for adoption. Others were so happy with the doctor that they were delighted to have his babies. Rick was only one of a great many boys who were engineered to produce that drug known variously as Inner Piece, Good Girl Come! or Liquid Spanking, and with the initial success a much larger follow-on crop of special boys were created who could dispense the treatment. As they came of age and began treating and vaccinating entire communities, the Springfield success was repeated in more and more places until it swept the land. An interesting thing happened. The women were able to meet their husbands' every whim -- if they chose to. Wise and compassionate girls began meeting the sexual needs of boys as soon as they reached puberty -- if they were good. But they only chose to if the men and teens took steps to become better men. The men in turn became ardent followers of the golden rule, beneficent to all, protectors of the earth, and kind to every creature. A new age of peace, prosperity and ecological harmony spread across the earth. There was one line the therapists would not cross, however. Treatment was never offered to girls below the age of four. Girls were allowed to go through the Terrible Twos without being treated. Guided by loving and enlightened parents, they had mild cases, but they were bad girls and suffered it untreated. ---------------------------------------------------------- Rick gave a booster shot to a buxom 16-year-old just before he went to bed. A girl of age 4 was due for her very first vaccination first thing in the morning. But Rick's genetic engineering made him produce a lot of Good Girl Come! The more he injected into females, the more he produced. So as not to waste his middle-of-the-night productions, he went to bed with a 28-year-old mother and her 5-year-old daughter. When he awoke at 3am he rolled onto the mother. She awoke as the moment she had been awaiting so eagerly arrived at last. He slid his therapeutic penis into her pussy, pumped for thirty seconds and gave her a booster dose. He slid off and went back to sleep as she sighed and moaned. Such happy female noises were like a lullaby to him. When he awoke at 6am, it was time for the daughter. He raised the sleepy girl's nightgown to expose her privates. "Oh, goody!" said the girl, who woke as he rolled onto her. "Lucky you!" cooed the mother, who woke at the same time. Rick slid in and out of the little thing for several minutes, enjoying the grip of her tender pussy. He finally inseminated her with Inner Piece too, and she gave a higher-pitched set of moans and gurgles. Sympathetic motherly moans and whisperings of daughter love added to the mix. The lovely two-part lullaby soothed him back to sleep once more. ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.