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Subject: STORY: The Trouble with Playing Doctor: PART TWO
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Hi!

Thanks so much for all the kind words regarding PART ONE!!

Here it is, mostly plot, but building wonderfully (I think)...

Please enjoy, and watch for PART THREE!!  :o)



	Opening the door, he got the shock of his young life. 
On his bed sat not only a fully dressed Caitlyn, but also
Maureen.  Maureen had her arms crossed and glared at the
boy in a manner which made his stomach knot in
discomfort.  He had felt like throwing up the moment he
had seen the two together.  He was literally caught, pencil in
one hand, lubricant in the other.  There was no lie he could
fabricate which would get him on favorable grounds with
the babysitter now.  He did the next best thing he could
think of at the time.  The ten-year old boy started to cry.
	Maureen only scowled at the boy with
unsympathetic eyes.  She watched as his chest heaved
between light sobs, knowing the embarrassment the child
must be feeling to be crying in front of two girls, but yet
feeling no pity.  She waited patiently for the boy to stop,
said nothing as his muffled sobs became wet sniffles and
finally quieted altogether.  Only then did she  speak.  Her
words did not pacify the boy’s shame at his situation, nor
were they meant to.
	“You little monster!” she said sharply, “What’s that
in your hand?  Tell me!”
	Jason jumped at the tone of her voice and looked
down at his sweaty hands.  “Hand cream,” he said
miserably.  He would have loved to lie, but it was all too
obvious.  A feeling of doom encompassed him.
	“What’s in your other hand?” Maureen asked.	
	“A pencil...,” his feeble voice trailed off.
	“What were you going to do with it?” his new
babysitter demanded.
	Caitlyn looked on with bitter interest.  She seemed
remarkably calm, Jason thought, considering she was in as
much trouble as him.
	“We were...just...playing...,” the boy said, listening
to his voice tremble, the parched feeling in his throat letting
him know he was near tears again.  He did not want to
break down again, had hated crying earlier, knowing even as
the tears had dripped from his long lashes and thin snot had
caked his upper lip like a transparent mustache, that boys
just didn’t cry in front of girls their own age.  It was simply
against the rules.
	“Playing?” Maureen asked, sounding very angry to
the little boy.  “What on earth were you playing with a
pencil and a tube of hand cream?  Tell me, Jason, what were
you planning on doing with that pencil?  I really want to
know.”
	The boy could not bring himself to answer.  He felt
his knees start to shake as he fought to keep from crying
and humiliating himself again.  Looking down, he was
amazed to see his hands were quivering as well, the pencil
waving like an unadorned Flagstaff.
	“Well?  Answer me!”
	“He was going to put it in my bottom,” Caitlyn
chirped in, staring at the nervous boy and sounding vaguely
triumphant in her answer.  Her gaze fell on Maureen.  “He
told me that if I didn’t agree to be his slave and let him stick
things in me that he would hit me and then tell all my friends
at school that I let him do it anyway.”  Her voice rang with
a false sense of smugness and triumph which seemed to go
unnoticed by Maureen.
	Jason almost fell over when he heard the little girl’s
words.  His stomach lurched hard in the pit of his belly.  He
looked at her incredulously, stunned to the point of being
mute.  Somewhere, far off, his mind registered that his
mouth was agape and he consciously closed it.  The little
girl who had thought he was cute was now lying to his face,
accusing him of deeds he would never have even thought of,
trying her hardest to save her own butt and get him into
deeper trouble!  
	“Liar!” he managed to yell, his cheeks hot and
flushed with anger.  Now it was his turn to glare.  Both
Maureen and Caitlyn looked mildly amused at the one-word
outburst.
	“If she’s lying,” Maureen stated calmly, “then why
did I find her in here with her pants down and her bottom
facing the ceiling, just waiting for you to come back?”
	“We were playing Doctor!” Jason almost yelled, still
glaring at the girl, praying she would back him up.  “She
was going to let me examine her butt and take her
temperature!  It was all her idea!  I swear!  Tell her,
Caitlyn!”  There was desperate urgency in his voice.
	Maureen obviously did not believe the boy.  “Why
would she possibly want you to stick things up her
bottom?”
	Jason balked.  He could not think of a good answer
to that question.  His silence sealed his fate as his mind
raced for a logivcal reply.  He only looked pitifully at
Maureen, and then back to Caitlyn.  The girl still showed
absolutely no sign of backing his story.  In fact, Jason noted,
she still looked very relaxed about the whole incident. 
Strange...it was almost as if she had expected to get
caught...
	“I thought so!” Maureen declared, construing his
silence as a confession.  “Well, I absolutely refuse to take
care of a disgusting little liar like you so I’m going to call
your parents right now.  They can come back and deal with
you themselves, for all I care.  First you terrorize a little girl,
threaten her, then make her submit to your warped urges,
making her expose herself to you, then lie, then expect her
to lie to get you out of trouble!  I’m sure your parents will
be very proud of you, not to mention happy that they had to
turn right around and come back from their trip because
their little baby is out of control and trying to stick things
into his classmates’ bottoms.  What do you think they will
say when I tell them all this, Jason?”
	Jason was starting to feel his knees tremble again. 
His mother he could handle.  He had no doubt of that.  His
father was another story.  Once, when he was about five, his
father had grabbed him in anger and had dislocated his left
elbow.  There had been an official investigation, but the case
had eventually been closed, based largely on the testimony
of the mother.  His father had not touched him since.  It was
the last time he had disobeyed his father, though.  He
supposed he loved his father, but very much feared the man,
certainly would do anything to avoid incurring his wrath.  
	“Do you have to call?” he asked timidly.  His throat
was hot and he knew he was going to start crying again very
soon.  His knees continued to tremble beyond his control.
	“Of course!” Maureen answered pragmatically. 
“You need to be punished for what you did to Caitlyn, not
to mention what you were going to do to her bottom.”
	“Can’t you punish me?” the boy asked, suddenly
hopeful.  He envisioned being grounded for the rest of the
weekend, condemned to his room where his television,
Nintendo, stereo and roughly two thousand dollars worth of
toys waited patiently for their owner’s attention.  
	Maureen seemed to think very hard about the
question.  Then, finally, she agreed to punish the child
herself, telling Jason how lucky he was that she was so nice
to him and willing to spare him the embarrassment and pain
of having to explain his nasty actions to him Mom and Dad. 
Jason painfully thanked his babysitter.  For perhaps the first
time in his life, he was grateful to another person.  He
would be only too happy to submit to her punishment.  The
look of utter relief on the boy’s face, however, changed
rapidly as he became crestfallen and quite pale while
listening to Maureen state his punishment.
	“First, you will take a bath.  Since little boys can be
really dirty in their private areas, you will focus on those
areas the most.  If you do not seem especially clean in those
areas after your bath, I will make you take another bath, this
time, though, Caitlyn will help you while I watch.  This
includes you penis, balls and fanny.  Wash them carefully. 
Put on only your underwear after your bath.  Next, after the
bath, you will be spanked with your shorts pulled down and
bare bottomed over my lap.  Caitlyn will help by holding
your legs.  After I am convinced that you are truly sorry for
what you did and I feel your little heiny is sufficiently red,
then I will let Caitlyn continue to spank you until she feels
that justice has been served.  Remember, she is the real
victim here, not you!  After your spanking, you will stand in
the corner for one hour with your underwear down about
your knees.  We will both carefully watch the shades of pink
fade from your bare bottom while you are made to stare at
the wall and consider your naughtiness.  Any excessive
whining or crying will be taken as a plea for more spanking
and I or Caitlyn will be more than happy to oblige.  When
corner-time is over, we will travel to your bedroom where
you will be placed over my lap.  Since you seem to have a
passion for taking the temperatures of well children, then it
certainly won’t hurt to take yours.  I even have a real rectal
thermometer and some Vaseline out in the first-aid kit in my
car.  We will take your temperature in you bottom every
two hours from then on, until your parents come home.  If
you complain too much or refuse, then I will call them
immediately.  I might even call the police, too, because I
have a funny feeling that terrorizing this pretty child and
then forcing her to take a pencil up her bottom is probably
illegal.  You might even go to jail!  If you ever tell your
parents, Caitlyn and I will deny everything.  Therefore, if I
were you, I would just accept your fate.  Sometimes I will
take your temperature, other times I will let Caitlyn do it. 
Most of the time we will probably both do it.  From now on,
you will wear only underwear around the house.  If you
complain, you will go completely naked with bare bottom
spankings every two hours and rectal temperatures every
hour.  Do I make myself perfectly clear, Little Boy?”
	When she was through, Jason was very glad that he
had used the bathroom so recently, because he felt a small
damp stain at his crotch where urine had begun to flow
seemingly without his control.  He turned quickly so no one
would notice the wet spot on the front of his pants, and,
choking back tears and snot, headed to the bathroom to
begin his bath and his punishment.

TO BE CONTINUED---------------------------------

Hope you like it so far!!  Please send any comments my
way!!

love---nicky  :o) 


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