Story by Jennifer Lorraine and Mistress Janice
Chapter One: The Crime
Man is to be held by the slightest chains; with the idea that he can break them at pleasure, he submits to them in sport. -Maria Edgeworth, Letters of Julia and Caroline, 1787
John and his wife Margaret were lounging around on a pleasant Sunday afternoon when John announced that he had a dinner engagement that evening with his secretaries, Lisa and Patti. John's plans irritated Margaret, she had suspected for some time now that John and Patti had something going and was determined to put an end to it!...Then Lisa had entered the picture. The situation reminded Margaret of the old Television show "Three's Company".
Patti's name cropped up repeatedly in John's conversation, irritating Margaret intensely. She was disgusted with John's apparent fixation with his new secretary. Every time she turned around, John was comparing her to Patti. It seemed like all he could think about was Patti. Margaret was so annoyed with John that at the annual Christmas party, she had ignored Patti completely. She remembered that on two occasions, she had arrived home and caught the two of them talking. Patti's reasons for being there seemed innocent enough at the time; she had wanted to see their new house. The second time Margaret found her there, Patti was delivering Tupperware. It seemed like a coincidence when Patti had arrived the moment her mother-in-law left the house and a quarter hour before Margaret had come home, but lately she had begun to wonder.
The idea of his going to dinner with two recently separated women disturbed her. "Just what is he up to?", she asked herself. She wished he would just stay home and play with his model train layout in his den. She thought it was childish for a man his age to be so enthused about toy trains, but it was better to have him playing with trains than other women.
She was cleaning the house one Saturday afternoon and discovered some reading material hidden in John's bathroom. She found a number of magazines titled Women Who Administer Punishment, or 'WHAP'. She opened one of them and read, "Women of the nineties using discipline of the 50's", "diaper punishing your husband", "dress discipline for rudeness", etc. She stopped to take a moment to review the material. She knew about his need to be humiliated and controlled by a strong woman, but this aspect of his sexuality was new to her. "Interesting, very interesting,...." she thought, "So this is what my little boy wants and needs?"
She glanced through the magazine, interested in the articles in which the husband was treated and dressed like a child. The punishments described in the magazine's articles involved rectal-taking, mouth soapings, enemas, spankings, time-outs in the corner, writing punishment lines and being sent to bed early without dinner. She began reading the articles and taking notes. Margaret laughed to herself as she placed the magazines back in John's secret hiding place.
She especially enjoyed the graphic illustrations showing a small boy being dressed in his sister's clothes against his will as his mother stood at her son's side laughing at him. That caught her attention and made her remember.....
Margaret recalled when she was fifteen and had been invited over to John's house. She had wondered why John never invited her over. He was sixteen and always appeared so tough and macho, always picking a fight or acting like a big-shot. With her, he was kind and fun to be with. But still.....
That afternoon, John's mother had picked her up and brought her to their home. It proved to be quite an interesting afternoon!....When she arrived, John's sisters were busy getting the table ready with John's aunt and grandmother in the living room. Another girl was bent over with a tray of hors d'oeuvres, offering some to the guests. Her dress puffed up in the rear as she bent over exposing her bottom. she laughed a bit and smirked at the teenaged girl with the tray and thought, "That girl is too old to be wearing a dress like that!"
She remembered it was a childishly-styled green-plaid party dress with lace edges and wide bouffant skirt. The petticoats were so stiff and deliberate that they forced the dress up and away from her slender body. She wore no hosiery, exposing her very athletic legs.
Her feet were covered with little white anklets with lace edges and black kidskin Mary-Jane style little girl shoes with rounded baby doll style toes and a strap across the instep. Her panties, (which were very much in view), looked to be one size too small. They hugged the crack of her buttocks pinkly. She smirked again at how very transparent they were. And when the girl turned around......
"John??.....", she thought to herself in surprise! She looked again to see if she was wrong and could see John's face lurking under cosmetics. "It was him!", she decided. She smiled demurely and looked straight at him. He looked back with a worried, embarrassed and uneasy look on his made-up face. He was well prepared to play the part of a girl with his makeup. His face, normally very masculine in appearance, took on a feminine cast with the cosmetics he was wearing. His mother must have spent an hour making him up.
He wore a pink glossy lipstick with reddish rouged cheeks. His eyeshadow was a nice shade of green to compliment his dress, along with his dark black eyeliner. It was the liquid type, applied above and below his eyelids. He had on a blonde wig that was very curly and she noticed a scent of perfume. He had on white pearl necklace with matching hooped, clip-on earrings and a bracelet. She stared at him and spoke tenderly pretending not to notice it was really my boyfriend in a dress. "Hello, what's your name?"
He hesitated, but spoke only after his mom stared at him coldly. "Uh, Er, Hm, I am Cissy, Mam!"
She looked at his legs again. They were silky smooth, no wonder why he always wore long pants. Goosebumps of shear terror were crawling up his legs in plain sight of everyone! The guests roared in laughter at the poor thing's predicament. It was obvious he felt like running, but he didn't. He slipped away as quietly as he could and proceeded to the kitchen to refill his tray.
The rest of the afternoon went peacefully. He acted very demure at brunch and was allowed to sit with her. She treated him like a girl, which she knew annoyed him quite a bit, but he was careful not to act angry or upset. After they ate, they went to the living room to talk. His younger sister looked up his dress and chided him for not keeping his legs together. He did so quickly and begged Elaine not to tell mother. But it was too late for that, his mother walked in from the dining room and overheard his pleas for silence.
His mother stood before him and scolded him like a child. She said that since he couldn't sit properly, that he would have to go to bed as punishment. Elaine giggled and clapped. His mother grabbed him by the ear and marched him upstairs. He returned within ten minutes, dressed in a one piece pink cotton sleeper with hands and feet sewn in. He was forced to apologize to me for acting so childishly and then was made to walk around the room wishing everyone good night!..
It was only three p.m. when he was marched upstairs and put to bed. There was no more trouble from John that night. She went home about eight p.m., shortly after dinner. She saw John's mother going upstairs several times during the afternoon to check up on him. That was the first time she saw my boyfriend being disciplined by his mother, but afterwards I saw him punished on many occasions. Once she saw him being chastened by being forced to endure wearing his sister's tights with only tie shoes and a turtleneck shirt. The tights were so small on him that the outline of his sister's panties he was forced to wear underneath could be clearly seen. He really hated that!....
She saw many more instances of petticoat punishment for her boyfriend. But the one that stood out in her mind is when he was punished for beating up his younger sister. His mother forced him to wear a very short party dress, seamed nylons and five inch heels at a wedding reception. Margaret thought that was a riot!.... _________________________________________________________
John had always enjoyed playing the submissive role with her and she had come to dominate him more and more as time went on. At first she had merely acquiesced to his strange desire for humiliation, but as she became accustomed to giving orders and administering discipline to my unruly husband, she found myself enjoying my role as the head of the household. After her parents died and she found herself the beneficiary of a large trust fund, their lives had become easier. She had wanted John to quit his job and stay home so she could watch over him full time, but he was adamant about continuing to work. It was true that the money was given to them in monthly payments and they weren't exactly rich, but they could live quite comfortably on the remittance from her p arent's trust. Margaret wondered why John, who had always been lazy about work, had suddenly acquired the taste for the daily grind. She suspected that John was involved with something at work that she was unaware of and decided to wait and see what developed.
She was talking with some friends when she learned that there actually was a method to reverse growth and stop the aging process. It was an experimental treatment that was used on patients in the psychiatric ward of a private hospital right here in town. When she inquired further she discovered that the experimenter at the clinic was a Dr. Sara Madonis. She made an appointment to meet with Dr. Madonis the very next day. She walked into her office and was surprised to meet a twenty-seven year old Ph.D. in endocrinology and the creator of the youth serum.
Margaret found the experience very educational. It appeared that she was doing research on arresting the aging process and instead of merely halting the catabolic process, the lab animals were returned to their early youth. The experiments had taken many years of difficult, tedious work. She explained that the shrinking or reversal process was painless. The serum caused the bone to decalcify and allowed the collagen substrate to shrink as the regression began. The organs were reduced in proportion as the process continued. Dr. Madonis told her that once the subject had reached a predetermined age, a fixative was injected to arrest the process.
She also said that the change the treatment induced was permanent. She had not discovered a way to reverse the shrinking. Dr. Madonis told me she was currently searching for a method to reverse the process and expected her researches to reveal something soon. She told me it was too early to tell if any techniques she had found in animal testing would work on humans. The somatic regression treatment had never been tried out on a human being until recently. Curious, Margaret asked about what had happened.
It seemed that a local mother was having a great deal of trouble with her sixteen year old daughter. She had gotten into trouble, lying, shoplifting, using drugs and hanging around with some very unsavory friends. She had become virtually uncontrollable. She dropped out of school and refused to get a job, but always seemed to have money. Her mother was frantic, she knew Cynthia must be doing something illegal to get money, but she couldn't prove it. One afternoon, while putting away Cynthia's clean laundry in her lingerie drawer, her mother discovered Cynthia's stash of drugs. Cynthia's mother knew that she had to do something immediately before she lost her child entirely. She didn't want to call the police and have her arrested, so she called a Tough Love help line for advice. They told her that she should have Cynthia seen by a psychiatrist. Her mother made an appointment and talked to a specialist in adolescent psychology. He suggested she have Cynthia admitted to the hospital for observation. When her mother said she didn't think she would be able to talk Cynthia into going into the hospital, the doctor said he would take care of everything. He said he didn't really expect Cynthia to voluntarily go into the hospital. He would have an ambulance bring her in for admission.
Cynthia was most uncooperative when the ambulance came and injured the ambulance attendants who were forced to strap her into a stretcher. When the staff attempted to release her at the hospital, she went wild and attacked several staff members in the ensuing melee. She was wrestled to the ground by a pair of burly ward attendants who held her as the nurses injected her buttocks with a massive dose of Haldol. Cynthia collapsed on the floor in a tranquilized stupor as she was manhandled into a restaining jacket before being hustled off to her bed.
After an initial psychiatric screening in the ward, it was decided that Cynthia had a pre-psychotic personality and would probably not respond well to the normal course of psychiatric treatment. Cynthia's mother had a meeting with the attending psychiatrist who discussed the various merits and problems associated with the only other approved treatment; electro-convulsive therapy. He told her mother that part of Cynthia's problem stemmed from her environment; to be more precise, he said, her problem was her friends. Unless some way was found to remove her permanently from the influence of her friends, she would inevitably fall back into the same destructive patterns of behavior. He suggested that there was one highly experimental treatment that might work. If Cynthia could be regressed back to babyhood, she would have another chance to grow up and develop a normal personality. This was merely a more extreme form of a treatment that had been very successful in the past, i.e., re-patterning.
What made this treatment different was that Cynthia would actually be regressed into infancy. Her mind and body would have a chance to adjust to reality over a period of time. He pointed out that Cynthia's id would have the opportunity to act out it's most infantile desires without fear of punishment. The doctor went to great pains to explain that as the mother of an infant she would have no problems freeing Cynthia from the influence of her friends. By the time Cynthia was old enough to want to see her old friends again, they would have become fifteen years older and have lost interest in her. All her mother had to do is provide a loving atmosphere for baby Cynthia to grow up in and Cynthia would be cured.
The only other real alternative, the doctor explained, was a very prolonged stay in a mental ward where she would rapidly become a dependent personality. If her mother selected this treatment, the prognosis wasn't very good; he predicted that Cynthia would probably have to be hospitalized multiple times over the next ten years and would almost certainly end her life in a mental hospital. The psychiatrist also cautioned that a prolonged stay in the psychiatric ward would be extremely expensive and could cost as much as fifty thousand dollars a year. Her mother was convinced. Her mother agreed to let her daughter Cynthia become a test subject and signed papers to that effect. Dr. Madonis was called in and briefed on the case and asked whether she would like to try her treatment out on Cynthia. Dr. Madonis told me that she hadn't been that enthusiastic about regressing Cynthia into infancy, but after hearing the full report on her mental state she became convinced that Cynthia's psychiatrist was right, she had to help the poor child before it was too late.
After a few days of being restrained in a bed under the influence of muscle relaxants and anti-psychotic tranquilizers, the first dosage was prepared and given. It had to be administered as an enema and two liters of the solution had to be retained for half an hour to allow the drug to be absorbed by her intestinal tract. Dr. Madonis was there to witness the first clinical trial of her new treatment. The nurses found it easy to handle the straight-jacketed girl, all they had to do was roll her over in bed onto a stack of dry bedpads and unfasten the tapes on the incontinent briefs she was wearing in lou of bathroom privileges. One of the nurses attached a chest strap to the underside of the bed and pulled it over the helpless girl's back and buckled it in place to keep her from thrashing about while they worked. They jerked the loose diaper down between her legs and hung the enema bag on an I.V. pole attached to the foot of the bed. Cynthia grunted as she felt one of the nurses give her an injection in her buttocks to prevent convulsions. Meanwhile the other nurse secured her feet into restraining straps that were mounted to the bottom of the bed. When the nurse finished strapping her feet, she proceeded to lubricate and insert the tip of the applicator into her rectum while she cracked jokes about what a helpless baby Cynthia had become. A bottle of Ringer's solution was hung on the pole with the enema bag and a bottle of activator was piggybacked onto the bottle of glucose. The nurse inserted a butterfly I.V. into the great saphenous vein on her leg and the fluid was allowed to slowly drip into her bloodstream.
Cynthia moaned pitifully as the drug took effect and her muscles quivered from the high concentration of calcium ions that were released by the treatment. She made feeble attempts to escape her bonds, but the muscle relaxants had made her as weak as a newborn. She couldn't make her muscles obey her will. The tranquilizers had an equally powerful effect on her. Her lips drooped slackly and she drooled as she slurred mumbled objections to the way she was being treated. After the I.V. was started, they left her alone in her room lying prone on the bed with her bare bottom exposed. Cynthia wept quietly as waves of contractions rippled up and down her torso. Every fifteen minutes the nurses looked in and checked on the softly whimpering girl. Cynthia's mind clouded from the effects of the drug and she slipped into a blabbing reverie calling for her momma. Dr. Madonis said she was pleased that Cynthia seemed to experience no discomfort from the treatment. Cynthia never knew when her anal sphincter released and the enema flowed out onto the diaper padding. She lay there on the bed gaily bubbling in cheerful idiocy when the nurses came to clean her up and replace her diaper. The nurses unstrapped her feet and rolled her over on her back as the drug continued to shrink her body. Within four hours, a very small child lay in the bed prattling and sucking her thumb while Dr. Madonis observed her behavior approvingly.
When Cynthia's body had regressed into infancy, Dr. Madonis ordered the fixative to be given and the process was stopped. She had become a one-year-old baby girl. Cynthia was released into the care of her doting mother and left the hospital in her mother's loving arms. Sara Madonis showed me pictures of an adorable blue-eyed baby girl dressed in diapers being held against her mother's bosom. Margaret just couldn't believe it! Was this possible? It certainly appeared to be true. She plied her with questions and before long Sara invited her out for dinner so they could discuss the process at length. They talked for hours at the restaurant. After their delightful dinner and conversation, she felt that she knew everything there was to know about the youth serum........ _________________________________________________________
Margaret had planned to invite both Patti and Lisa over for dinner with John and her. The biggest problem was getting the two women to commit to the same date. She couldn't wait to set up this engagement. Meanwhile she had an afternoon brunch planned with my sister and fifteen-year-old niece Wendy.
Her sister and Bethany arrived for dinner at noon and we sat in the living room to talk. Bethany's dress was a rather childishly pretty party dress of black crushed velvet with white lace rim and a wide red satin sash tied into a tight bow in back. She wore chunky high heeled shoes with an ankle strap and sheer black hosiery. Bethany wore bright red lipstick and very heavy black eyeliner and mascara. The blue eyeshadow was accented with purple and white tint. her hair, though black, was tinted with red. She was a girl of the times, making herself up like a female rock star. She had three earrings in each ear and one in her eyebrow. Despite her association with punk rock, she was quite cute and mature for her age. In addition, Bethany was a vegetarian and a bit on the wild side. Her mannerisms, makeup and dress similar to Courtney Love and Madonna. Margaret glared at her dress, as she considered it much too short and daring.
Ann and Margaret talked while Bethany got up to pet one of Margaret's house cats. Her cats were very affectionate and are always seeming to be vying for someone's attention. She bent over and her stiff petticoats forced her dress high up into the air revealing the white garter belts holding up her black stocking tops and bright red satin panties. The two women didn't take notice, as they were very deep in conversation. But her husband did!....
He was smirking and having a good time at Bethany's expense. Margaret noticed out of the corner of her eye that he was ogling either Ann or Bethany when she saw Bethany's bright red underpants. She immediately got up from the chair and approached Bethany. She whispered in a very low voice. "Bethany dear, your unmentionables are showing and my husband is staring straight up your dress."
She stood straight up and turned red with embarrassment and shame. "I'm sorry. Oops!" Ann reminded her to act ladylike or else. John just snickered.
"Is there something you find amusing, John?", Margaret said coldly and deliberately. He had a surprised look on his face like a little boy who was just caught with his hand in the forbidden cookie jar and stuttered. "Uh, er, No as a matter of fact....." He was obviously embarrassed.
Ann gave him a cold look that threatened to freeze him solid on the spot. "Imagine a forty-five year old man ogling a fifteen-year-old just to see her underpants!", thought Margaret disgustedly. Her thoughts turned to the days when he was punished as a teenager and made her smile. He had been so humiliated and controlled back then. Her woolgathering was cut short as she regained her focus on the present situation. His actions were inexcusable and something had to be done! Bethany sat down and John was smirking. She looked and saw that Bethany's legs were partially opened, allowing John a small peek of her red underpants. She pounced on him and slapped him hard across the face. "What are you staring at, smart ass?", she shouted as she slapped him. His head snapped back as he reeled in shock. She hit him so hard that he saw stars!
She'd had about enough and decided that he must really want some attention from his mommy. Margaret considered humiliating and punishing him in front of company for the very first time. The only thing that stopped her was the thought of the embarrassment her guests would suffer. John was in the kitchen, preparing dinner and both Ann and Margaret were in the library. Bethany joined them and then excused herself for a brief moment. Bethany stood up and walked to the kitchen.
John was talking to her and the next thing she knew his voice was getting louder. Ann and Margaret stopped talking to hear what was taking place in the other room. What Margaret heard made her extremely angry and her temperature went up as quickly as the volume of Bethany's voice.
"Hey Mr. Macho, bet you wish you could get your hands on me? Well, forget it!", she said angrily.
He replied in an equally strident tone, "You little *****, strutting your satin panty little ass like some little whore. You'll never have to worry about me!". On and on it went. They heard John's yelling and profanities, but we never heard a word in reply from Bethany. That was simply because she replied to his abuse in very low tones. They came out to the kitchen and she saw that Bethany was in tears.
Chapter Two: The Accusation
Men are like tea - the real strength and goodness are not properly drawn until they have been in hot water. -Lillie Hitch***** Colt (1843-1929)
"What was going on in there, Bethany?", Ann said, raising her voice with concern. She saw John snickering, while Bethany explained angrily, "John insulted me and tried to get another peek up my dress by grabbing me. He's a pig!....."
"Oh really?", exclaimed Margaret. "John, I've told you time and time again about using profanity and raising your voice! Now apologize to Bethany immediately and get yourself upstairs and get ready for bed. NOW!!"
John knew she meant business. He looked embarrassed at her direct order and hung his head in shame. It was obvious that he didn't want to be punished. The thought of being sent to bed early like a small child was especially humiliating. He bowed his head and stuttered as he apologized in a meek voice....
"Upstairs!", demanded Margaret pointing to the bedroom. John shuffled slowly up the stairs dragging his feet on every step. Clearly he was delaying as much as possible. When Margaret heard his footsteps on the top landing she excused herself and followed him up. She wanted to personally see that he selected the proper clothes for sleeping.
Bethany winced as she heard the sound of flesh slapping flesh repeatedly upstairs followed closely by John's moans of pain. Evidently he had refused to wear what Margaret had selected for him to sleep in. A few minutes later John appeared on the stairs with Margaret right behind him. Bethany burst out laughing when she saw what Margaret had forced him to wear. His masculine frame was hidden under a white baby doll nightie! Bethany chuckled when she saw that Margaret had added red tights to the outfit to emphasize the shortness of the nightie. Margaret marched him down to Bethany and told him, "I don't think Bethany heard you apologize earlier. I want you to apologize so everyone can hear!"
Just then Ann walked into the room and saw John cowering in front of Margaret and Bethany. He straightened up and attempted to salvage what dignity he could from the situation. John's face flushed in embarrassment and he said, "I believe I've already apologized to Bethany, dear. If the two of you will excuse me, it's time for me to go to bed."
Margaret's face screwed up in anger as she demanded, "John, apologize to Bethany right now!"
He looked her in the eye with an expression of defiance and said quietly, "***** you." Then he turned away from them and began walking towards the stairs.
Margaret flew into a rage. She slapped a hand down on top of his shoulder, gripping him tightly and grabbed his behind with her other hand. Bethany smiled as she saw the frilly pink panties he was wearing underneath the tights suddenly exposed to everyone's view. "Come on Bethany! I think I'm going to need your help punishing him."
Margaret hustled John to the upstairs bedroom in what's known politely as the bum's rush. She seized a bar of soap from the sink and tried to force it into his mouth saying, "You filthy mouthed peeper! Since you act like a little boy, I'm going to treat you like one. Now open up for your punishment!"
John turned his head and put his hands up to ward her off. Margaret gripped his chin and called out to Bethany, "Hold his hands Bethany! I've got his chin!"
Bethany grabbed one of his hands and pulled it behind him and reached around too grab the other but discovered that he was too strong for her, she had to hold onto the hand she had with both hands to keep him from breaking free. Ann, who was watching the commotion from the doorway, rushed in to help. She grabbed his other hand and forced it behind his back easily and held it there while Margaret worked on his front. Margaret pushed the bar of soap past his front teeth and worked it around the front of his m outh to get it wet and make it easier to force it the rest of the way in. John pushed at the bar with his tongue attempting to get it out of his mouth, but only succeeded in helping Margaret wet the bar. Chips of soap curled from the top and bottom of the bar as Margaret worked it back and forth over his teeth. The acrid taste of the soap made John's mouth water and started dissolving the bits of soap that had been scraped off by his teeth. His mouth started foaming like a barber's shaving cup. John's eyes went wide as he swallowed his soap tainted saliva and he struggled fiercely against the combined strength of the women. They were too much for him, he was unable to break free. Foam dripped from his chin as Margaret continued to scrub his mouth with the bar until thick suds billowed from his mouth and ran down his chest. "Are you going to talk like that again?", she shouted.
"Nuhhh! Nevuh agaun! Pleees stoooop!", he babbled around the suds.
"Good boy! Now swallow!", she demanded.
"Salooow?", he asked incredulously.
"Swallow those suds right now!", she ordered.
John gulped convulsively and turned a pale shade of green as the soap hit his stomach. Margaret nodded her approval and said, "It tastes pretty bad doesn't it? I want you to remember that taste next time you think about uttering language like that around me." She went to the bathroom cabinet and took down a brown glass medicine bottle and poured about three tablespoons into a medication cup and said, "Tilt your head back and open your mouth. That's right! Now open wide!"
John opened his mouth so she could pour in the medication and suddenly his mouth was filled with a viscous oily substance that seemed to slither down his throat unbidden. The taste of the stuff was wretched! He tried to lean his head forward and spit the vile stuff out, but Margaret was holding his jaw in place and massaging his throat under his chin. John had to swallow the stuff in order to breathe and discovered its true taste only came after a few minutes. It had an oily medicinal taste that reeked of some chemical. Then John realized what Margaret had made him swallow; castor oil!
His stomach heaved involuntarily when he released what she had done to him. Waves of nausea washed over him as he heard Margaret say, "How do your words taste now, John? Think you'd like to say some more? There's more castor oil in the bottle! Here, let me whisper some of those words in your ear!"
She leaned close to him and began whispering profanity in his ear while simultaneously holding the bottle of castor oil up to his nose. John's stomach rebelled at the fresh assault on his nostrils and his stomach began heaving violently. "Over there!", Margaret directed.
She guided them to the toilet bowl where they forced John's head into the toilet until his face was touching the water. He regurgitated into the toilet bowl as Margaret said, "Well, Mr. Potty Mouth are you happy now? Do you want to say something to us? No? Well then we're just going to let you stay here and think about what you've said and what will happen to you if you ever say anything like that again."
She motioned to Ann and Bethany to release his arms and he fell into the muck in the toilet bowl headfirst. John gripped the sides of the toilet and hauled his head out before the next wave of nausea hit him. Then he was back at the toilet bowl holding on the porcelain for dear life as he began regurgitating over and over again. He felt like he was puking his guts up!
"Now you know how your behavior makes me feel, John. The very idea of you putting your hands on my young niece makes me ill just to think about it. I've had all I'm going to take from you John! Things are going to be different around here starting today! Your behavior is going to change! From now on you're going to behave yourself! No more peeking, no more pawing at little girls, no more dirty language! Do you understand me? I'm going to see to it that you toe the line every minute of the day! Just remember, if I ever hear you using language like that again, you'll be doing penance at the shrine of the swirling waters. We still have plenty of soap and castor oil. Do you understand?"
John grunted his understanding just before he heaved again. Margaret turned to her sister and asked sweetly, "Ann dear, Could you get me the hair brush that is sitting on my dresser? The dark brown one with the heavy wooden handle?"
Ann grinned and returned a minute later with the brush in her hand. Margaret took it from her and said, "Would you and Bethany excuse us? John and I have some unfinished business to discuss. I have a few points to make about proper etiquette around young ladies."
They smiled at Margaret and left the bathroom, closing the door behind them. The last thing they heard was Margaret saying, "Just stay on your knees where you are John. Now push down your tights and drop them to the floor. Panties too! Hold on the toilet........."
The hall was filled with the sounds of a wooden brush hitting flesh as Margaret began spanking John again. She emerged a few minutes later with his panties and tights over one arm saying, "John would be needing these again tonight. In about two hours the castor oil and soap is going to hit him again at the other end. I wouldn't want them to get in the way. I've locked him in the bathroom for now. Right now, I'm going to make some arrangements for medical treatment so that John will never be a danger to little girls again."
Ann and Bethany excused themselves and told Margaret that they had to go. Margaret saw them to the door and then went to the kitchen to make arrangements for John's treatment. Margaret picked up the phone and placed a call to Dr. Madonis. She found herself getting angry all over again when she thought about what he had attempted to do with Bethany. "John's behavior has become outrageous! First he flaunts his idiotic fling with his secretaries in front of me and now this!", she thought, "Imagine! Assaulting my niece right in my own kitchen with her mother and me in the next room! Who knows what he'll do next. His peeking has gotten out of hand, I see what Dr. Madonis recommends."
A few minutes later she was describing the afternoons events to Dr Madonis. She was very sympathetic about John's peeking behavior and offered to get him an appointment at the clinic. When Margaret related how he had peeked up her niece's dress and subsequently accosted her in the kitchen Dr. Madonis became extremely concerned. She told Margaret that she wanted to discuss John's case with one of the staff psychiatrists and that she'd call her back within the hour. Margaret agreed and hung up the receiver with a smile on her face. "If John thinks I'm going to punish him for what he did to Bethany by merely sending him to bed, he's got another thing coming. What he did to Bethany was the finial straw. We'll see what the psychiatrist has to say about his behavior!"
Half an hour later the phone rang and Margaret answered hoping it was Dr. Madonis with some advice on what to do about John. It was. She told Margaret that she had talked it over with Dr. Feldstein and she had asked if she could talk to Margaret privately. She also asked if it would be possible to talk to Margaret's niece and sister. They arranged a meeting at the clinic the next day and Margaret promised she'd try to get her sister and niece to come.
Bethany was quite graphic in her description of John's actions the day before. She described John's behavior toward her in lurid detail, causing the psychiatrist to frown in concern and give Dr. Madonis a pointed look. The psychiatrist confirmed the story with Margaret and her sister and then asked her sister and her niece to wait outside the office for a few minutes while they discussed the matter with Margaret.
The psychiatrist asked Margaret how long this behavior had been going on and was surprised when Margaret told her that John had always acted overtly sexual with her adult friends, but this was the first time he had acted this way around a child. She told them that John's behavior had become erratic of late and she was worried that he was becoming mentally ill. Margaret explained that her husband had always been peculiar sexually and told them about his transvestite tendencies. She said that lately he had insisted on sleeping in nighties and had even worn female clothing in front of her friends on several occasions. Margaret told them that after the episode with Bethany, she had insisted that he come downstairs to apologize to her. She explained how shocked she was when she saw that John had put on a baby doll nightie and tights to wear in front of Bethany. She offered to get Bethany back in the office to substantiate her story, but the offer was politely declined by the psychiatrist. She went on to tell them about his infatuation with the new secretaries at work and explained that he had never had behaved adulterously before. Margaret said that she was afraid that he would dress up in women's clothes to go to work in an attempt to impress the secretaries. She was afraid that he'd lose his job if they found out he was a transvestite. She told them she felt his behavior was becoming more and more outrageous and she was willing to do anything in her power to help him get his behavior under control again. Dr. Feldstein told her that his behavior with Bethany could be considered criminal and recommended she get him treatment immediately. She said that although she hadn't seen John and could not make a diagnoses based on hearsay alone, she felt like his condition warranted immediate concern. She warned Margaret that if he was accepted for treatment, the process was likely to be both long and costly and that a cure was not guaranteed in cases like his. She told Margaret that sexual deviation cases were notoriously difficult to treat and that effective treatment was impossible without the patient's complete cooperation. She also warned Margaret that the medications to reduce John's sex drive during treatment would have the effect of shrinking his testes to the size of peanuts and would make him a chemical eunuch for some time to come. She also told her that in rare cases the patient's sex drive was permanently reduced with an accompanying impairment of sexual function. Dr. Feldstein looked meaningfully at Dr. Madonis and said that psychiatricly speaking, this was the only approved treatment plan available at this time and told Margaret that she hoped that she had the courage to deal with the situation before John did something that became public knowledge. She excused herself and left Dr. Madonis to discuss what Margaret wanted to do with her.
Dr. Madonis smiled at Margaret uncertainly and asked if she had made a decision. Margaret replied that they didn't have the money for extended treatments and asked if there were any provisions for charity cases at the clinic. She explained that they had enough money to support them from a trust fund left to her by her parents, but John's medical insurance did not cover psychiatric treatment. Dr. Madonis told her that the funds in this years budget for charity patients had been accounted for and there would not be any available until next year. She told her that if John was arrested, the state would pay for his treatment, but it was likely to be given in prison. Margaret sighed and told her that John would have to take his chances with the law. It was simply impossible for her to withdraw any monies from the trust, her parents had told her before they died that their attorneys considered the trust unbreakable and seen to it that if she brought legal action to break the trust that all payments would be cut off immediately. She explained that if necessary they could survive without John working. Dr. Madonis patted her on the shoulder and said perhaps something could be done. She advised Margaret to be patient and wait a day or two and see what she could do for her.
Two days later, Dr. Madonis called back and asked if she could speak to Margaret privately in her home. Margaret agreed and Dr. Madonis said that she'd be right over. Margaret put John to bed over his protestations and waited for Dr. Madonis to arrive. A hour later she was at the door and Margaret took her into the living room to hear what she had discovered. Margaret gave Dr. Madonis a cup of coffee and sat down across from the couch on the easy chair. Dr. Madonis said that she'd been unable to find alternative sources of treatment and asked if she remembered the case of the little girl they had discussed at their first meeting. Margaret said she did and Dr. Madonis said she felt like this was probably John's only option. She pointed out that the treatment was purely experimental and she didn't really have authorization to do it but she felt it was in everyone's interest to get John under control again. She asked where John was and seemed relieved when she was told that he was in bed asleep. She told Margaret that she had brought everything necessary to treat John and asked if she could call her sister and ask her to come over to help them give John his treatment. Margaret agreed and placed the call immediately. Her sister said she'd be delighted to help and would be there in fifteen minutes. Margaret freshened Dr. Madonis's coffee and they made small talk until Margaret's sister arrived.
When Ann arrived, Dr. Madonis explained what they had to do. She gave Margaret and her sister explicit instructions for the help she needed. She told them that they wouldn't need to set up an I.V. because the large infusion of the experimental medication over a short period of time would be dangerous outside of a hospital setting. She would administer the first dose of secondary accelerator by injection and return in a few days to administer the second dose. She explained that the primary medication would have to be delivered by means of an enema and required that the patient hold the solution within his bowels for approximately one half hour. She said she would give John an injection of a very powerful tranquilizer first and let it take effect before they attempted the enema.
Margaret led the group up the stairs and opened the door to the master bedroom where John was taking his nap. She smiled as she saw everyone's reaction to the scene before them; John lay on his twin bed on his stomach snoring loudly. His comforter was nowhere to be seen. (She had put away his comforter and made him dress in the outfit he was wearing in anticipation of this moment.) John was wearing a hot pink baby doll nightie that left his fanny exposed to everyone's view. His ruffle covered bottom glowed pinkly in the dim light peeking in from the cracks between the heavy curtains as they approached his bed.
Margaret went to the head of the bed and motioned for Bethany and her sister to take position at the foot of his bed, ready to hold down his legs while Dr. Madonis prepared the injection of tranquilizer. Dr. Madonis signaled she was ready and the three of them bent over his sleeping form and held him down tightly as Dr. Madonis quickly pulled down the panty, swabbed his skin with alcohol, and injected him. John struggled as the needle penetrated his skin and tried to yell, but Margaret shoved his head into the pillow to muffle his screams. Dr. Madonis prepared a syringe with an injection of muscle relaxant and gave him second shot on the same site, then moved to the other side of the bed. Then Dr. Madonis filled another syringe with an anticonvulsant and gave him a third injection on the other side of his buttocks. Dr. Madonis pulled up the panty and nodded to the group to indicate she was finished. Everyone left the room except Margaret, who sat down on the edge of the bed beside John. The sounds of the women's feet descending the stairs echoed hollowly in the room as John began to speak.
"What...What did you do?", he quavered in a panic.
"Nothing much, John. Dr. Madonis just gave you an injection of tranquilizer to keep you calm for the treatment. We'll be back later to finish up. Right now, I just want you to stay where you are," she said with a smile of triumph.
"Treatment? What treatment?", he said thickly.
"John! You really didn't expect to get away with pawing Bethany did you? I was willing to stay quiet when you started stepping out on me with those two hussies at work, but pawing my niece was too much. I talked to a psychiatrist about the way you were behaving. You'll be pleased to hear that I decided not to follow her recommendations. She advised chemical castration along with a long course of psychiatric treatment in the hospital. I told her your medical insurance didn't cover psychiatric illnesses and we couldn't afford to pay for it ourselves. So one of her colleagues offered to give you a new treatment she's devised. I'm afraid you're not going to be able to continue to work after the treatment, John, but I think it's for the best. I wasn't really happy with the company you've been keeping at work lately. After you've had your treatment you won't feel like pawing little girls any more," she said grimly as she got up from the bed. She laughed as she moved toward the door and said, "Or maybe you still will! Anyway, it won't matter to anyone what you do after the treatment. You'll be completely safe in the company of little girls when Dr. Madonis gets through with you. Just lay there and let the tranquilizer take effect John. We'll be back in a few minutes to give you your treatment.
"What....what are you going to do?", he asked, slurring the words slightly. The powerful tranquilizer was beginning to take effect and he was having a hard time controlling his tongue.
"What are we going to do, you asked? Oh, you mean, 'What is the treatment going to do to you?' Nothing much really, John. We're just going to make you younger,.......a lot younger!", she said as she closed the door on John's sobs.
Margaret returned to the living room to find Dr. Madonis describing the treatment she intending to give John. Dr. Madonis explained that they would have to give him an enema as she removed a one liter bag from the shopping bag full of medications she had brought. She told them that while they waited for the tranquilizer to take effect, they should get everything ready. She said that they would need something to waterproof the bed like plastic sheeting as well as some old towels to soak up the mess when the inevitable happened. Margaret suggested they use lawn and leaf bags to protect the mattress and asked Ann if she would get them while she got some old towels from the linen closet and put them by the bedroom door. Dr. Madonis showed the enema bag to Bethany and explained that they would need to hold it high in the air while John was getting his treatment. She asked Bethany if she would like to hold it for her. Bethany asked Dr. Madonis why it couldn't be hung up somewhere. Dr. Madonis agreed that that would be best, but that she hadn't seen anyplace to hang the bag in the bedroom. Bethany pointed to the free standing bamboo hat rack in the entry hall and asked why they couldn't use that. Dr. Madonis laughed and said that a hat rack would be fine, she hadn't seen it when she came in. She asked Bethany if she would bring the hat rack up the stairs for them. Bethany jumped up from the couch and began to drag the bamboo rack up the stairs as Margaret re-entered the room. Margaret asked Dr. Madonis what Bethany was doing with the hat rack and chuckled when Dr. Madonis told her Bethany's idea. She took the bags up the stairs to sit beside the bedroom door with the towels and bamboo rack until they were ready to give John his treatment.
Chapter Three: Protective Custody
If a woman's husband gets on her nerves, she should fly at him. If she thinks him too sweet and smarmy with other people, she should let him have it to his nose, straight out, She should lead him a dog's life and never swallow her bile. -D.H. Lawrence, Fantasia of the Unconscious, 1922
An hour later the four women entered the bedroom with their arms filled with supplies to find John in a sedated daze. Margaret quickly stripped him of his panties and nightie, leaving him lying naked on his bed. Margaret and Ann rolled him over on his side while Bethany spread plastic lawn and leaf bags over the sheet to waterproof it. Then they rolled him back over on top of the plastic bags while Bethany spread bags on the other side.
John felt like his mind was wrapped in cotton batting; he wanted to resist the impersonal manipulation of his body, but even thinking about fighting back was too exhausting. He knew he should have felt embarrassed over what was happening to him, but somehow he couldn't seem to feel any emotions. He felt like his soul had withered in his body leaving a hollow emotionless husk. His ears rang with a high pitched whine and his thoughts moved with molasses-like slowness. He tried to move his arms and discovered that the muscle relaxant had made them flaccid and nearly useless. All he could do was flop his arms from side-to-side helplessly as they maneuvered his limp form on the bed.
Margaret and her sister pushed his feet and legs back until his knees touched his chest then continued to push, curling his back and rocking his bottom off the bed. Bethany slipped several towels under his behind and the two women let John's legs stretch out again. Ann and Margaret rolled him on his stomach and arranged his legs to make it easy for Dr. Madonis to insert the enema applicator in his rectum. Dr. Madonis asked Margaret where the bathroom was and left with the enema bag and medication to prepare the solution. A few minute later Dr. Madonis returned with the full enema bag in hand. She hung the bag from the hat rack that had been set up beside the bed and went to her shopping bag to look for some lubricant. She rummaged through the bag for a moment b efore finding the small jar of vaseline she had brought with her and stood up while opening the jar. Dr. Madonis rolled the tip of the applicator in the jar until the sides were coated and asked Margaret to hold John's shoulders while Ann and Bethany held his legs. John grunted as the applicator was shoved up his rectum and shivered when Dr. Madonis opened the stop***** letting the solution begin to flow into him.
Dr. Madonis explained that the dosage of solution was half that of what they gave patients in the clinic when they gave them the treatment there. She told them that she didn't want John's body to make too many changes over too short a time since they weren't in a clinical setting. She said she planned to wait a few days to see how he was doing before she gave him another treatment. While they waited for the medication to be absorbed, Dr. Madonis prepared the injection of accelerator. She swabbed the other side of John's behind with a disposable alcohol pad and then grabbed a handful of the muscle on his buttocks. Bethany asked why Dr. Madonis stuck the needle in sideways across the muscle instead of straight in when she saw how Dr. Madonis was giving the shot. The doctor told Bethany that the injection was very irritating to muscle tissue and she had to give it in a way called a 'Z'-track. She explained that when she withdrew the needle, the medication would be spread across the muscle rather than make a hard knot of medication which would damage the muscle. John moaned quietly as the needle was withdrawn and Dr. Madonis slapped the site of the shot.
Bethany chuckled at the sight of Dr. Madonis spanking her uncle and was told by Dr. Madonis that she had slapped his skin to reduce the pain of the injection. A few minutes later the muscles on John's body began to quiver as the drug released calcium ions causing his muscles to contract. The quivers became great rolling waves of spasms that shook his body. John's face was contorted by multiple tics as the medication pervaded every cell of his body. When the spasms had subsided, Dr. Madonis motioned to the others to release his arms and legs. They stood back and observed the effects of their work; John looked like a wreak, his lips hung slackly and he drooled incontinently as his muscles trembled feebly as his calcium balance returned to normal. As they watched, the hair on his pubes began falling out and making a small pile on the towel beneath him. Margaret bent over him and ran her hand up his leg and turned to the others to show what had come back on her hand. Her palm was covered with hair from his leg and a bald patch was exposed where she had brushed his leg. She reached between his legs and grabbed a hank of hair from his pubic region to tug and come up with a tuft of short, curly hair. Margaret dropped the tuft of hair on the towel beside him and brushed the hair from her palms saying, "Bethany, would you run down to the kitchen for me and get a damp sponge, dear? I'd like to clean him up before he gets hair all over everything."
Bethany nodded and left the room as Margaret went to the head of the bed and bent down again. She pulled on the hair on John's head roughly and was surprised when nothing came back in her hand. She turned to Dr. Madonis for an explanation who smiled and said, "The loss of hair you're seeing is the product of secondary sexual development. The hair on his head is unaffected as are his finger and toenails. I'm afraid you'll have to give him a haircut when the treatment is finished. He's going to look pretty shaggy with an adult head of hair on a little boy's body."
Bethany returned with the sponge and helped Margaret wipe the vestiges of body hair from the back of John's arms and legs. When they finished with his rest of his body, Margaret cupped his scrotum in her hand and carefully sponged it off. Bethany was surprised to see his testicles seem to shrink at her touch. The twin mounds of tissue under the skin of his scrotum seemed to melt away into tiny bumps while she watched. She looked at his hands and saw that his fingernails appeared to be growing into twisted claws right under her eyes. She looked again and saw that his nails weren't really growing, it was his hand that was shrinking back away from the nails. He was shrinking! Dr. Madonis hadn't prepared her for this. While she watched his body dwindled in size, moving backwards through the stages of growth. When she had reentered the room he had appeared like a young man of twenty, now he looked like he was her age.
Bethany watched in fascination as he became an adolescent again and continued into childhood. His muscles relaxed in a state of utter tranquillity as his body adjusted to its new environment. Dr. Madonis turned off the stop***** on the empty enema bag and removed the applicator from his behind before turning his diminished body over on the bed. Seconds later John's bowels cut loose and a puddle of solution crept out beneath him. Margaret began sponging the hair from the front of his body and finished by wiping his pubic area. The denuded body of a little boy of six lay before them. Dr. Madonis removed the bag from the hat rack and took it in the bathroom to clean the tip. She walked back in the room saying, "I think we can remove the towels now and replace them. He'll probably mess on them one more time before he gets finished but I don't want him lying in that mess until he does."
Margaret bent over the small body of her husband, slipping her arms underneath his legs and shoulders and lifting him easily for Ann to remove the soiled towels. Bethany replaced the towels and Margaret laid him back down on the bed. Margaret thanked Ann and asked if she would take the dirty towels down to the laundry for her. Ann complied as Dr. Madonis said as she put the rest of her things back in her shopping bag, "I think we should let him rest for awhile alone."
They reassembled in the living room where Dr. Madonis looked at her watch and said she had to go. She told Margaret to that she could remove the last towels in an hour or so and that the combination of the tranquilizer and muscle relaxant would make John sleepy and he would probably doze the rest of the day. She told her he should be okay the next day and to watch he carefully. If she had any problems she should call her at her home. She wrote down the number on the back of one of her business cards and handed it to Margaret, then said goodbye and left. Margaret turned to Ann and asked if she had found the things she had asked here about the other day. Ann smiled and said that she had put them in her car before she left. She gave Bethany her car keys and asked her to open the trunk and bring her the paper bag. Ann told Margaret that she had to leave and picked up her purse from the couch as Bethany returned with the paper bag in her arms. Ann told Bethany to put the bag anywhere on the floor and told her it was time to leave. Bethany did as she was told and went to the door. Margaret saw her sister to the door and stopped Bethany as she was about to leave, saying, "Bethany, What happened to your uncle is a family secret. Do you understand? I don't want you to tell any of your friends."
Ann nodded and said, "If I do find out that you've told anyone young lady, I'm going to ground you for four months at least. Is that clear, Four months!"
Bethany swallowed and said meekly, "Yes, mother. I understand," and held the door open for her mother. Ann hugged her sister and said, "Don't worry about John, Dear. I think you've done the right thing. Everything will be allright. Don't forget to call his employer and tell them he's quitting. Otherwise they'll be calling you wanting to know what happened."
Margaret agreed and closed the door behind her sister before picking up the paper bag and taking it to the laundry. It was going to be a busy day tomorrow and she wanted to get the laundry done before she got snowed under.
CONTINUE TO PART 2