Lisa led the three teens out into the hallway. Mary and Cathy each held one of Joey’s hands so the tormented boy was unable to cover either his genitals or his red bottom. It seemed to him that every young female in the hospital, nurses, techs, patients and mothers had assembled in the hallway to admire his naked body. Worse yet were the giggles, whistles and comments like; “Isn’t that the cutest little wienee?” or “Look at that red bottom; that little boy must have been VERY naughty.”
 
When they finally arrived at the laboratory, Joey was dismayed to find at least a dozen young patients, most of them female, and a scattering of mothers and older sisters. All, of course, were fully dressed, his body was the only naked one in sight.
 
Lisa went up to the machine and pulled out a numbered tab. It read “46.” Joey looked at the monitor screen on the wall and saw that it read “Now Serving: 29” Sixteen patients ahead of them and no place he could hide.
 
Lisa smiled at them. “OK guys, you can find a seat and wait your turn. Sorry for the delay, but we have a bunch of Girl Scouts here for their camp physicals and we had to fit you guys in. There’s a soda machine and a candy machine in the hall near the X-ray lab if you get the munchies.”
 
Wonderful. Now Joey was almost the only boy in the room and he was naked in front of a bunch of 10 to 15-year-old girls – all of whom were checking him out and giggling or making snide remarks. The technicians weren’t much better. Almost all of them were young women who appeared to be from 18-22. They were giggling and commenting, just like the Scouts. Even the mothers looked amused and made no attempt to control their youngsters. His sisters sat down, but Joey was reluctant to park his burning butt on one of the hard chairs. So he backed into a corner to conceal his backside and held both hands over his groin to minimize the exposure of his genitals.
 
Unfortunately, Joey’s relative privacy didn’t last long. As the number on the monitor screen changed to “Now Serving 31,” two girls walked into the room. Mary jumped up and greeted them enthusiastically. “Are you guys going to camp, too?” she asked.
 
“Yes, we are.” The taller girl said. It’s a tennis camp near Omaha.”
 
“Cool,” Mary responded. “I’m terrible at tennis, but you guys should do great there. I’ve seen you play.”
 
“I’d like you to meet my sister and brother,” Mary continued. She beckoned Joey and Cathy to join them. Cathy jumped up and came over. After some hesitation, Joey followed her, still covering his groin with one hand and trying to cover his bottom with the other.
 
“Cathy and Joey, these are my friends Edna Metcalf and Brandy Grant from high school. Edna (indicating the taller girl) is 15 and in the tenth grade. Brandy is 14 and in my 9^th grade home room. Girls, this is my sister Cathy, she’s 12 and my brother Joey, who is 13.”
 
The two new girls looked at Joey. “Looks like little Joey has been a naughty boy,” Brandy smirked.
 
Edna nodded, “Yep, that’s a very red bottom. Did you do that, Mary.”
 
“We both did,” Cathy chirped. “Mary spanked him first and then I spanked him too. We take turns spanking him when he’s naughty. It’s lots of fun!”
 
Joey blushed bright red as the new girls laughed.
 
“I’ll bet it is,” Edna said with an evil grin. “Do you spank him often?”
 
“Oh, yes,” Cathy gushed. “Three or four times a week, at least. Mama spanks him sometimes, too. Sometimes all three of us spank him one after another. Boy, does he squirm and bawl when his chubby little bottom gets all red and sore. It’s even more fun when our friends are over and they get to watch. He cries and cries and cries. It’s really pitiful, he’s such a little wimp.”
 
“So, who decides when he gets a spanking?” Brandy asked. “Does your mother tell you when to do it.?”
 
Mary giggled. “Oh, no. Either of us can spank him anytime we want to. Even if we just feel like doing it. Mama says little boys need to be spanked hard and often. It teaches them their proper place in the world. Boys need to obey women and girls at all times and they need to be reminded as often as possible. And a good hard, bare-bottom spanking is the best way to do that. “
 
“Wow, that sounds super-cool,” Edna said enviously. “Do you spank him in public like this, very often?’
 
“Well, we have to be careful about that,” Mary said. “If there are a lot of men and older boys around, they sometimes object to us baring his bottom. But if it’s just women and girls, we just go ahead and do it. Girls always enjoy seeing a boy’s bare bottom and watch him get spanked. Sometimes, they even help.”
 
“Yeah,” Cathy piped up. “In fact, if you girls want to give him a few spanks right now, it’s OK. Joey will put on a good show for you, he really hates it when strange girls spank him.”
 
“That sounds like fun,” Edna smiled. She suited action to words by sitting down and pulling a flustered and stammering Joey over her lap. Her short skirt hiked up and Joey found his private parts in intimate contact with the tall girl’s bare suntanned thighs. The momentary thrill vanished quickly as her hand descended briskly onto his already sore bare bottom with a loud SPLAT.
 
Joey yelped in pain and tried to squirm free, but the older girl held him firmly as she delivered a dozen or so hard smacks onto his bottom and thighs. Joey could only wail in dismay and burst into hot tears as his helpless bare bottom was ravaged once again.
 
Edna giggled. “That really was fun, she said. “Your turn Brandy.”
 
Brandy was left handed, so she moved the wailing little boy to her other side as she sat down in the vacant chair. “This is so cool,” she enthused as she swatted the bawling boy on his already hot bottom. “Let’s get these legs apart a bit,” she said, as she moved his thighs to expose a previously unspanked strip of flesh.
 
Joey really howled as Brandy’s tennis-hardened hand descended onto his unmarked inner thighs, which soon turned the same shade of angry crimson as the rest of his battered bottom cheeks.
 
Finally, it was over and Joey was released to hop madly around the waiting room, blubbering uncontrollably and rubbing his flaming bottom as his little penis and scrotum bounced up and down to the great delight of the room full of women and girls.
 
After he had calmed down a bit, Joey was led to the corner where he was allowed to rub his sore bottom and cry in peace while his sisters chatted with the other girls in the room.
 
After what seemed like hours, Lisa came out and beckoned Joey into a smaller room where he was directed to sit on the edge of an examining table facing the door. She made no effort to cover his nakedness and left the door wide open so the girls in the waiting room had a full view of his bare body. First, she swabbed his elbow and drew several small tubes of blood, which she marked and set into a holder. Then she produced a box of baby wipes and approached Joey’s exposed penis.
 
“I am going to clean off your pee-pee now so we can get a clean sample,” she said slowly and clearly as if she was addressing a five-year-old. “This won’t hurt, but it will feel a bit funny.”
 
Joey rolled his eyes. Like he’d never given a urine sample before! This was almost as insulting as the spankings had been.
 
The girl then took a small plastic bottle with something that looked like a condom on the end of a tube. She carefully inserted Joey’s tiny penis into the end of the tube, “OK, Joey,” she smiled. “Now, be a good little boy and pee into the bottle. Just enough to fill it up to the blue line, then stop, OK?”
 
Joey sighed. “Yes, Miss. I understand. I’m not a three-year-old.” The four girls giggled at the exasperated expression on his face.
 
He obediently filled the bottle up to the blue line and stopped as instructed. Lisa, not appearing to notice his discomfiture, stoppered the specimen bottle, labeled it and set it on the desk next to the blood samples. Then she handled a larger plastic bottle to Joey.
 
“OK, now you can pee into this bottle until your bladder is empty.”
 
Joey sighed again. Once more he was on exhibit, peeing into a bottle while being watched by the four girls in the room with him and several more watching from the open door.
 
When he was done, Lisa took the bottle away and cleaned off his privates once again with the baby wipes. “OK, Joey,” she said. “You were a good boy for me, now you can go back and see the doctor.”  She gave him a friendly pat on the bottom as he went out the door, which caused the four girls to giggle again.
 
The visit with the actual doctor was an anticlimax after his morning of humiliations at the hands of his sisters and the girls on the staff. She poked and prodded him in the usual ways - it was pretty much a routine school physical. She didn’t even comment on the redness and bruises on his bottom or the fact that he was totally naked for the procedure.
 
The trip home, however, was another exercise in humiliation. His sisters refused to allow him to get dressed for the bus trip home once they discovered that the bus driver was female as were most of the passengers. Edna and Brandy rode with them part of the way home and gave him huge hugs, with plenty of groping as they parted ways.
 
As the girls departed the bus, Brandy chirped, “We’ll be seeing more of you soon, Joey. Have fun at camp.”
 
Joey snorted. “More of him?”  They’d seen ALL of him in altogether too many intimate ways.
 
Walking the block from the bus stop to his house was another ordeal. It seemed like every girl and small boy in the neighborhood was out in their front yards to watch his naked progress.
 
He finally reached the house, refused a late lunch and staggered off to his bedroom, where he collapsed on the bed and was almost immediately asleep. At least, summer camp would be a change for the better, he hoped.
 
 
 

End of Part 6
 
 

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