Physical Therapy #2
“Because you deserve it.” Dr. Davies moved Cooper’s hand out of the way so he could bring his own down again. “And because you need it. You’ve been waiting your whole life to have someone do this.”
Cooper had never been spanked as a child because his parents didn’t believe in it.
The worst punishment he’d ever gotten was a stern talking-to and a five-minute timeout.
Mostly his parents had tried to explain why he ought to do something or not do something or whatever.
Then they’d apologized for making him cry and given him a treat.
“Spanking is barbaric.” He twisted on the thin paper covering of the exam table, trying to get away from the onslaught. “Doctor!” he squeaked.
“This is for complaining about what cartoon characters were on the tablecloths your parents bought. They spent their hard-earned money to give you a nice birthday with all your friends, and how did you express your gratitude?”
“But I wanted Power—” Cooper broke off as Dr. Davies treated him to several particularly hard swats in quick succession. His ass was really heating up. Initially the spanking had been infantilizing and embarrassing, but now it hurt.
“What should you have said to your parents?” Dr. Davies asked, pausing briefly to wait for Cooper’s answer.
“But I— I wanted—”
More swats, harder ones, peppered all over the back of his thighs. The thwap of latex echoed particularly loudly against the softer skin there.
“You were being a brat. Not appreciating your parents, not appreciating how good you’ve had it your entire life. Tangerines instead of fruit bites? That’s your idea of a problem? I’m going to give you a problem.”
And then there was no more talking, only one slap after another, each one harder than the last as Cooper’s flesh grew hotter and hotter.
He writhed, trying to escape but also trying to rub his dick against the table.
He was horny and in pain and he knew Dr. Davies was right.
He’d been a brat. His whole life, he’d been a brat.
And no one had ever made him pay for it until now.
He started to cry, helpless against the humiliation of needing to be spanked like the brat he was. A veritable flood of tears soaked the paper under his face until his breath came in wet gasps and he was pushing up into Dr. Davies’s hand instead of trying to escape from it.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“What should you have said to your parents about the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle tablecloths?”
“Thank you.”
“And what should you have said about the tangerines?”
“Thank you.”
“And what should you say to your parents now, about how they raised you, about how hard they tried to give you everything you wanted?”
“Thank you. Thank you, and I’m sorry, and I’ll do better. I will, Dr. Davies. I promise. I’ll do better.”
“There you go,” Dr. Davies said, stilling his hand so that it rested lightly on Cooper’s ass instead of slamming down on it. He patted gently, the way he’d been doing before the spanking started except now even those light taps hurt. “There you go, Cooper. We’re finally making progress.”
Cooper nodded, his cheek brushing across the paper.
He was afraid Dr. Davies was going to tell him to get up, and he didn’t see how he could do that when he had a raging hard-on.
He couldn’t even explain why he had a raging hard-on.
He put his thumb in his mouth to suck on it, wishing he had something better to suck on.
Dr. Davies had punished him for being a bad boy, but if he knew what kind of thoughts Cooper was having, he would probably punish him even worse.
“Now about your other issue,” Dr. Davies said. “I imagine you’re as much of a brat to your boyfriends as you’ve been all your life to your parents.”
That was probably true.
“A top expects a certain amount of compliance.”
A top? What did Dr. Davies know about tops? How did he even know Cooper was a bottom? Had Cooper told him that?
Dr. Davies moved away from the exam table to the supply cart and came back with a tube of something and a little tinfoil packet. He stepped on a pedal Cooper hadn’t noticed before, causing the exam table to lower a couple of feet.
“Onto your hands and knees,” he ordered, giving Cooper an encouraging slap.
Cooper obeyed. He’d gotten enough punishment and didn’t want more.
But now his hard dick was hanging down in a really obvious way.
Dr. Davies didn’t comment on it though, only flipped another lever which made the end of the exam table fold down and came to stand behind Cooper in the perfect position for…
Oh.
Really?
Two lubed, gloved fingers pierced Cooper’s sphincter with technical precision, so apparently yes. Dr. Davies was going to fuck him, or at least to finger him, though he was certainly concentrating more on stretching than on bringing Cooper pleasure.
Cooper whimpered, which caused Dr. Davies to give his ass another corrective slap.
“What did I just teach you about complaining? And what kind of position is that you’re in? No wonder your boyfriends don’t stick around. Arch your back, stick that ass out. This isn’t all about you, Cooper. Think about your partner for a change.”
Cooper arched his back and stuck his ass out.
Did tops like it better that way? Maybe they did.
He could imagine his ass made a more attractive presentation this way, which he had to admit he’d never thought about before.
Dr. Davies was right. He was a selfish, thoughtless, ungrateful brat.
So when Dr. Davies unzipped and slid his ample condom-covered cock into Cooper’s ass, Cooper said thank you.
“There’s a good boy.” Dr. Davies curled his fingers around Cooper’s hips and started fucking him, so smooth and firm that Cooper wondered if they taught anal sex in therapy school.
“Thank you,” he said again as Dr. Davies picked up the pace. And then he couldn’t stop saying thank you, especially once Dr. Davies put a slick gloved hand on Cooper’s cock and jerked him to a thundering orgasm.
Dr. Davies must have come too. Or maybe he just figured his job was done once he’d made Cooper come, because he withdrew from Cooper’s ass and cleaned up, swabbing Cooper’s asshole with an alcohol wipe and then tossing the wipe and condom and gloves into a medical waste container.
Cooper rotated so he was sitting on the shortened exam table with his legs hanging over the edge, his soft cock between his thighs and his ass on fire, not sure what to do next.
“You may get dressed,” Dr. Davies said as he returned to his spot behind the desk.
He waited for Cooper to reassemble himself and sit on the couch where he’d been half an hour ago, now as a completely different person.
It wasn’t just his cock that was soft. He felt soft all over.
Like a child but in a good way, as if he could start his life from here and take it in a different direction this time.
Dr. Davies glanced at his watch. “I’m afraid our time is up for today. You’ll need regular sessions to continue making progress. Let’s say three a week. Stop at reception on your way out to schedule them. Good work today, Cooper. I’m proud of you.”
Cooper stopped at reception on his way out.
~~The End~~
Need more spanking as a form of therapy? Check out Worked, where a lazy, driftless slacker gets taught how to apply himself in life by a therapeutic cowboy.
Or, if you enjoyed the caretaker-as-disciplinarian aspect, you might like Under His Care, in which a manny un-spoils a spoiled rich kid