By Jane Marwood
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Copyright 2020 by Jane Marwood, all rights reserved
* * * * *NOTE: This is a follow-up to a letter published in It's Not Fair 44.
Dear Doctor Miller,
My name is
Beatrice Prendergast. I am the senior administrator for the Birchwood
Hospital in Santa Barbara. Before my promotion to administrator I was a
senior Nurse practitioner and theatre sister. My attention was brought
to a letter from Timothy Little, which was published in your magazine.
Timothy is the son of a neighbour of mine and I have been asked to help
with his Puericil application and the management of its various side
effects.
We have four boys that visit our hospital
clinic who have been prescribed the daily dosage of Puericil XXXMX3
97/99 mg. As I know you are aware of the clinical indications of the
drug, I thought you may be interested in the latest model that we have
produced (in partnership with Puericilâ) for the management of patients
receiving triple X (as it is known here at the hospital).
I have audio recorded several sessions (including the first one with
Timothy Little) and have transcribed them before adding a description
of the physical action. I thought that they may be useful to your adult
readers and, in particular, helpful to administrators of
home-treatment. Puericil generally recommends that administrators be
female siblings or babysitters who are available daily. Puericil
clinicians have found, through their early trials of triple X, that
younger sisters or younger babysitters have proved to be just as
effective after they have established an authoritarian relationship
with the patient. In the absence of home administrators, the
alternative of regular Puericil clinic visits is always available free
of charge to parents of boys that have been prescribed triple X.
Below is a segment which your readers may find to be of interest.
Preparation and
Geography
(Although
this is the ideal, any progress towards a clinical setting within the
home can help establish an authoritarian distancing between the
administrator and the patient. Parents can be assured that Puericil
will provide training to siblings or babysitters that have been chosen
to take care of triple X patients. Once a routine has been established,
parents have reported unanimously that the benefits have certainly
outweighed the consequences of having a bombastic and domineering young
boy as part of the family.
It must be stated that
all triple X patients, without exception, have been quickly diverted
from recalcitrant and unruly individuals to loving and dependant family
members with an increased reliance upon female authority.)
The room, which has being converted to a small clinic measures
twenty-one metres by eleven metres. It conforms to – and has been
modelled on, our hospital clinic being used for Puericil patients.
The walls are lined with white glass fronted medical cabinets and the
centre of the room is occupied by a pneumatically operated
gynaecological examination table. An office desk is situated near the
entrance to the room. There are several chairs placed in front of the
office desk. There are two medial trolleys which surround the head of
the examination table. The space between the foot of the examination
table and the rear wall has a stand-up bath with a single grab rail
above it, weighing scales and measuring station.
The entire floor is tiled in white with a non-slip area towards the bath and measuring stations.
As
I am a personal friend of Claire and Timothy Little’s mother, I was
asked to oversee their care while she is away in Europe. I have had
several conversations - and have given advice to Claire - on her
treatment of Timothy since the onset of his new treatment advocated by
Doctor Malin. (Doctor Harriet Malin is the published author of several
white papers on the care of Puericil patients as well as the author of
the book ‘Stress free Parenting for troubled boys’)
Claire Little has been given a manual which encompasses the latest findings and advice from Puericilâ.She
is a bright and responsible girl and has already demonstrated an
aptitude for the authoritative and loving care of her sibling.
I
have demonstrated to her, the operation of the pneumatic examination
table, which will be used for the continued extraction of his semen.
A
known side effect of Puericil XXXMX3 97/99 mg. is the acceleration of
semen production in young boys. This side effect is considered to be
outweighed by the continued maintenance of muscle tone in boys of
Timothy’s age group.
Ethos and Methodology
To keep a disciplined, authoritarian and clinical distance between the patient and the practitioner. (The practitioner may be a member, friend or acquaintance of the family or trained professional)
To ensure that the patient’s prostate is fully drained and depleted of
seminal fluid at each session. This may take the form of multiple
evacuations within a relatively short period of time.
To regularly update patient monitoring to ensure that enough sessions are scheduled.
To instil an authoritarian regime. Mild corporal manipulation and
punishment is recommended bearing in mind the initial causal malady
which has resulted in referral and eventual prescribing of Puericilâ
products. (After all… they have been very naughty boys).
To observe and record the patient’s emotions to further (tailor) the effectiveness of each session.
The session. Patient: Timothy Little
Seven pm. Tuesday 5th.
Claire and Timothy arrived on time and I showed them through into my
newly refurbished clinic. I noticed that Timothy had seemed very ill at
ease as soon as he met me. I had expected some reaction as I had
dressed in a business suit and had substituted the jacket for a
clinical white coat, which I normally use when visiting the wards. I
was wearing a stethoscope around my neck and had the usual examination
tools, tongue depressor etcetera, either on my desk or in my top
pocket. I was pleased to see that Claire had brought him fully dressed
in his school uniform. I took his hand and led him through into the
clinic. His face became very red as soon as he saw what awaited him.
Claire followed him in and closed the door as the boy looked around at
the fixtures, his eyes growing wide as he saw the examination table. I
ignored his consternation as I addressed his sister. I had already
prepared Claire for the format that my treatment would take and
especially the conversational tone that would be used throughout the
proceedings.
“Would you get him undressed please
Claire. Everything off as I want to examine him before I start his
treatment. Has he emptied his bowels?”
“Yes, Miss
Prendergast. I supervised his toilet visit. He has evacuated
completely. I examined inside his bottom to make sure that he was
thoroughly clean. Are you going to bath him before you begin his
treatment?”
“Yes, I think that would be best.”
I watched as the boy blushed to a deep red. Claire immediately began to
undress him, taking his school blazer first and then kneeling down in
front of him to remove his shoes. I was pleased to see that as she got
him down to his trousers, she took his wrists and without a word, made
him place his hands upon the top of his head.
“Right
Timothy, I am going to remove your trousers and your underpants. I want
you to stand still and keep your hands upon your head. I have already
asked Miss Prendergast if she would mind taking you over her knees and
spanking your bottom if you show any reluctance to act upon the
instructions you are given.”
The boy was now
shivering with embarrassment. He glanced at me, obviously to see if I
was watching him, as Claire deftly unzipped his pants and drew them
down to his ankles. She made him step out of them before she placed her
fingertips into the elastic of his white underpants. I could clearly
hear his indrawn breath as she promptly slid the pants down to his
ankles. I was pleased to observe that his penis was already engorged. I
looked at his face and saw him blush to an even deeper shade of red as
he saw that I was examining him. He was obviously aware of the state of
his penis and extremely embarrassed by it. I was able to observe that
the boy has a superb physique. Well developed arms, strong chest with
smoothly developed pectoralis major, the torso tapering to a narrow
waist and slim hips. His legs are long and well developed. His feet and
hands are neat and articulate. An exceptionally good-looking young boy
with extremely fine features and perfect skin. His genitalia is well
developed and will remain so with the brand of Puericil he has been
prescribed. Of course like all Puericil patients he is completely
bereft of body hair.
“Now Timothy, I have promised
your mother that I will take good care of you. It would be remiss of me
if I was anything less than thorough in my examination of you.”
I turned to Claire. “Would you bring him around to the side of my desk.
I am going to give him a little examination so that I get a base line
for his general health.” I placed the earpieces of my stethoscope in my
ears as I sat on a wheeled stool and brought it forward to the side of
my desk. I was pleased to see that the boy remained with his hands upon
his head and was standing straight and obediently as I placed the
diaphragm against his chest. He shivered as I placed my other hand
casually upon his hip, knowing that it would reinforce his feeling of
nakedness. His heartbeat was slightly elevated, and his respiration was
entirely commensurate with his situation. I turned him around and
examined him from the rear, listening to his lungs. I stroked my hands
down his torso and his buttocks. His flesh is exceptionally soft and
smooth. A testament to the benefits of Puericil, no doubt. I turned him
around again. He was obviously a very fit young boy. I put down my
stethoscope and cupped his scrotum in my hand. The scrotal sac was
stretched tightly around his plump testes. His penis had erected so
that it now stood out from his body pointing forward horizontally.
There was a slight throbbing evident.
“Turn
your head to the left and cough for me, Timothy.” He blushed to a deep
shade of red almost immediately as I looked him in the eye. He managed
several coughs before I let him go. I immediately took his erect penis
and withdrew the foreskin, pulling the prepuce back until the skin was
stretched tight. I ignored the boys agitation as I examined him,
running my fingers over the glans penis and beneath the corona. He
became most agitated as I examined the frenulum. “Keep still Timothy.”
I admonished him as I continued to examine him until I felt the penis
throb violently in my hands.
I let him go and looked
at Claire. “Would you get one of the chairs and take him over your
knees, Claire, as I want to take his temperature.” Claire smiled at me
and drew a chair up behind the boy. I was delighted at how easily she
handled him as she turned him and without any instructions, tipped him
over her knees until he was lying with his hands touching the tiled
floor.
I noted that Claire had pulled back her skirt
so that the boy was laid prone over her bared thighs. His genitalia was
trapped between her legs as she immediately clamped her thighs
together, effectively trapping his penis and scrotum between them as
she used both hands to splay his buttocks widely apart. I lubricated
the two fingers of my right hand and squeezed further lubricant from
the long nozzle straight up into the entrance to his sphincter. We
could hear him groan as I slipped my fingers between his cheeks. “Just
relax your bottom for me Timothy.” I gave no further instructions as I
slid both fingers up into his bottom. He wriggled like an eel, so I
used my left hand to smack the back of his thighs. He stopped wriggling
almost immediately as I explored inside him.
I had
expected his prostate to be enlarged, but I was quite surprised at its
prominence. I lubricated his insides thoroughly. I took the
three-quarter inch diameter, Anderson rectal thermometer from my desk
and immediately inserted it after withdrawing my fingers. I made sure
that the cold Pyrex glass was fully introduced before I gestured to
Claire that she could let go of his buttocks.
The boy
was shivering as I stroked my hand up over his buttocks and down his
back. “Good boy, now just lie quietly while the thermometer registers.”
I turned to Claire. “I think, Claire, that we had better take the
first sample before we bathe him. He is obviously fully aroused and
likely to ejaculate prematurely.”
Claire took her cue
like the bright girl she is. “How many extractions are you planning for
him Miss Prendergast? I often feel that I am not being thorough enough
when I milk his little peenie.”
I had to smile at
Claire but understood that her words were very much for the boy to
hear. “Well Claire, I will have to see what the first ejaculation
produces, but ordinarily three times proves sufficient.” I was looking
at the boy’s reddened face as I answered her. I noticed that he had
gasped out loud as I pronounced my intentions. I also had the feeling
that the boy had perhaps been remiss in letting Claire know the truth
about the virulence of his semen production.
“Sometimes, Claire, Little boys try and shirk their duty when it comes
to expelling their semen. I shall expect a full and vigorous
ejaculation each time, or this little boy will be going home with a
very red smacked bottom. What amount have you been getting on a first
ejaculation?”
Claire smiled as she recited her
script. “Well, Miss Prendergast he has been producing about five cc’s
on his first… and sometimes the same on his second ejaculation.”
“Oh, I think your little brother has been trying to pull the wool over
your eyes. He should certainly be able to produce more than that. I can
see that in future you may have to be a little more vigorous in your
manipulation. Well we shall see. Now let’s see what’s cooking in this
little bottom of his!” I could see from the increasing blushes to his
face that my words had struck home.
I withdrew the Anderson thermometer and saw that the temperature was an absolutely normal 37 degrees centigrade.
“If you would stand him up for me Claire. I would like to get him to do
some exercises so that I can see that he is maintaining his muscle
tone.” The boy was even more red-faced as she stood him up. He
immediately clasped his hands in front of his genitalia as he saw me
examining him. Claire immediately slapped his bottom as I spoke to him.
“Right Timothy let’s have no more nonsense. You have
already earned a smack-bottom, which I shall administer later. Now I
want you to start doing jumping-jacks until I tell you to stop. As high
as you can, I want to be able to see how fit you are… so no shirking.”
I turned to Claire. “Take a seat next to me, Claire. I want you to
watch him with me to tell me if you think he is putting maximum effort
into his exercise.” I noticed the fresh blush to his features as Claire
sat beside me. “Face towards us… and off you go. I will tell you when I
think you have done enough.”
The boy started off
clumsily but within a few jumps he got into his rhythm and I was able
to ascertain that he was very fit. His leg muscles and his arms showed
clearly defined musculature and his breathing remained constant even
when he had performed over thirty manoeuvres. His embarrassment was
clear to see as his somewhat engorged penis slapped alternately against
his thighs and his stomach.
He was hardly out of
breath as I signalled him to stop. “Right Timothy, lets get you up on
the table for your first extraction.”
Claire quickly
took hold of his arm and led him to the examination table. I let her
position him as we had already agreed. She had him laid on his back
with his arms stretched out on the surface behind his head. I let down
the end of the table and operated the stirrups into position two, which
allows the easy insertion of the calves into the leather supports. We
quickly inserted his legs and I brought the position up to number
three. He gasped as the pneumatics raised his legs high and then back
towards his chest until he was in the perfect position of elevated
buttocks, with legs spread wide and high over his torso. I inserted a
pad under the small of his back as he gasped and groaned with
embarrassment. His penis was fully engorged but not yet fully erect as
Claire fastened his arms loosely on to the surface above his head.
As I had rehearsed with Claire, she took the syringe of lubricant from
the trolley and held it prominently in her hand as she spoke to the
boy. “Now just relax your bottom, Timothy, while I insert the syringe
and lubricate you.” The boy blushed profusely as she stepped up to the
end of the bed. She slipped her hand between his widely spread buttocks
and squirted a little of the lubricant onto her fingers, before gently
stroking them over his sphincter. He gasped several times as she
kneaded the pliant flesh before holding the nozzle against the opening
to his bottom.
“Just relax now, Timothy. I want you
nicely lubricated for Miss Prendergast to be able to slip her fingers
up into your bottom. The secret is to relax and try and let you bottom
go slack so that she can penetrate you fully.”
The
boy’s face was a picture of pure anguish as she slipped the nozzle
smoothly up into his bottom. “Arrhh…hoo…ah…ah.” His lips were trembling
as she pressed the plunger until the entire contents of the
thirty-centilitre syringe was expelled up into his rectum.
“Good boy, Timothy. Now that was so much easier because your bottom is
nicely raised. You will have to learn to relax your bottom when Miss
Prendergast penetrates you.” The boy was obviously very embarrassed as
he looked towards me, but I did not comment. Claire moved to the side
of the bed and laid the syringe back onto the trolley. She then turned
to address me.
“Are you going to give him his spanking now Miss Prendergast. He seems to be in a perfect position for it?”
The boy looked at me pleadingly as if I might be persuaded to forgo his
chastisement. I looked at him with a kindly expression. “Well Timothy,
I know your sister has forbidden you to touch your penis. Little boys
that play with their little peenies can run into all sorts of problems.
So, try and think of your spanking as a little lesson in self-control.”
I moved slightly to the side so that I could spank him
effectively. I noticed that Claire had moved closer to his head and was
looking down at him. He jerked as I cupped my left hand under his
testicles and raised his tightly stretched scrotum upwards and
forwards, taking the shaft of his penis with it.
“Now
be a good boy while I spank your bottom for you. Little boys have to be
spanked so that they obey the rules in future. Will you promise to be a
good boy, Timothy?”
I waited while he stammered a
reply. “Please Miss Prendergast, I’m sorry. I promise to be good…” I
did not wait for any further words as I began to smack the upturned
cheeks of his bottom. My spanks were firm, but not unduly hard as I
wanted to ascertain whether, as Claire had told me, that his penis
would tumefy as he was spanked. I diligently spanked his bottom cheeks
and also the back of his thighs as one would punish a younger boy. He
gasped at each smack of my hand against his raised cheeks and thighs.
There were tears in his eyes and yet I noted the gradual distending of
his penis until it was fully engorged and throbbing. I stopped the
spanking and gently stroked the cheeks of his bottom as I spoke to him.
“There, there, poor baby Timothy. Fancy having to have
your bottom spanked, never mind it had to be done. Now just try and
relax while your sister attends to your little penis for you. I am just
going to slip some of my fingers inside your bottom. Try to relax your
bottom hole and let’s see what a big boy you are. I want nice big-boy
spurts from you… are you ready Claire?”
Claire
stroked her fingers over his cheek and then leaned over him and kissed
him upon his trembling lips. She smoothed her hand over both of his
nipples before moving to stand at his waist. She lubricated both of her
hands from the trolley and moved closer to his hips. She immediately
took hold of the shaft of his penis with her right hand and delicately
drew down his foreskin so that the glans-penis was visible. I watched
as she increased the pressure on the skin until it was stretched tight,
fully baring the tissue beneath the coronal rim. The boy was gasping
throughout this procedure.
I spoke to the boy as
Claire waited for me to penetrate his bottom. “Just relax Timothy,
while I penetrate your bottom for you. Be a good boy and don’t fidget
while Claire extracts your little boy-juice, I don’t want to have to
have to spank your naughty bottom again. So, promise me you will be
good.” I gave Claire a subtle nod of my head for her to begin the
urethral stimulation that we had agreed. She flattened the palm of her
left hand and began the circular rotation over the tip of the urethral
opening. This agonising stimulation caused the boy to buck and cry out
as I slid four folded fingers straight up through his sphincter. My
fingers are particularly long and slender, and I was able to insert the
full length of the phalanges through the pliant opening without any
difficulty.
The boy shivered and shook as, once
again, I nodded to Claire. She immediately wrapped her fingers around
the head of his penis and began a rapid up-and-down movement. Her
fingers were a blur as she nonchalantly stimulated the boy. Her face
was full of concentration as she completely ignored the boys writhing
gyrations as he tried to evade the overwhelming onslaught to his
senses. Her voice showed no trace of her physical efforts as she goaded
him to ejaculation.
“Come along Timothy. I want no
evasion. I shall ask Miss Prendergast to give you a proper spanking if
I feel you are holding back. I curled my fingers, letting the pads
score across his prostate as I instigated a rapid movement. I could see
that the boy had abandoned all control and that his body movements were
completely controlled by the manipulation of our hands upon his penis
and prostate. I encased his scrotum in my left hand and began a rapid
squeezing of his testes. The boy began to ejaculate almost immediately,
his penis and prostate pulsing mightily as his semen shot high into the
air.
I had instructed Claire not to let up on her
prodigious efforts until I instructed her. The result was that the boy
continued to ejaculate, while his whole body shivered and shuddered in
exquisite agony. His voice was hoarse as he cried out in anguish.
The pulsing continued as his emission waned. Eventually the forced
ejaculation was dry and yet the throbbing and pounding of his
ejaculatory muscles still performed their extreme pulsations. I
smoothed my fingers over the protruding mound of his prostate as I
signalled to Claire, allowing her to slow her hand to a soothing
caress. The boy’s face was anguished and distressed. The accumulation
of semen that was splayed over his chest and stomach was unusually
prodigious, even for a much older boy. I had not seen such an amount
from any of our hospital’s regular Puericil boys.
Timothy’s body was slumped and completely supine as if he had suddenly
deflated. His breathing was ragged and heavy as he fought to regain his
senses. Claire walked to the head of the bed and leaned over him.
Carefully, she lowered her head and kissed him full on the mouth, I
feel certain that she had inserted her tongue. The boy gasped for air
as she let go of him.
I am hoping that Claire
derives some pleasure from managing her brother’s treatment. I feel it
is important that there is some bonding, although distanced by female
authority and some subjugation of the male ego. If the administrators
that are appointed by parents enjoy their work it will ensure that
there is an easy continuity to treatment. This is especially important
when the administrator is a babysitter or friend of the family.
I
am pleased that I have been able to demonstrate to Claire the benefit
of having two people to perform multiple extractions and she is going
to elicit the help of one of her school-friends for when I am not
available… or perhaps just as a change to keep the boy on his toes as
it were.
I have the rest of the transcript of this
particular session which resulted in three eventual ejaculations over a
two-hour period. Claire was of the opinion that the amount of semen
ejaculated was over twice what she had been able to achieve previously
on her own.
As over ninety percent of Puericil boys
are from single (female) parent families. It might be comforting for
some parents to know of the immediate benefit of Puericil as a solution
for disruptive and troublesome boys. Of course, although not as common,
Puericil G is an effective solution for girls.
I hope this short insight into the management of Puericilâ triple X proves useful for some of your readers.
I remain,
Beatrice Prendergast