The next day, Mrs. Pickens took Randy to his bedroom immediately after lunch, undressed him, and gave him another spanking for stealing and lying the day before as promised. Then she put him right to bed for the first of what would become regular afternoon naps for the rest of the summer. At 2:30, she came and woke him up, pleased that to see that he had actually gotten some sleep. She then dressed him in a white, button-down shirt, a pair of navy blue shorts, and his dress shoes before driving him to the office of Dr. Elizabeth Richards. It was a quiet afternoon and there was no one in the waiting room when they arrived. After checking in, they sat down and waited for a few minutes until an attractive woman in a white doctor's coat emerged and greeted Mrs. Pickens with a big smile.

"Hello Amanda. Why this must be Randy."

"Hello Beth. Yes it certainly is. Randy, say hello to Dr. Richards, sweetheart."

"Hello, Dr. Richards. Pleased to meet you."

"Likewise, Randy. Please come in. Nurse Johnson will take care of the preliminaries while I finish up some paper work in the next room. I'll see you in about ten minutes."

Dr. Richards took them back into an examining room where a nurse was busy pulling a fresh layer of white paper over the examining table from a wide roller at one end.

"Hello Barbara," Mrs. Pickens said.

"Hello Amanda. So good to see you. Why this must be the Randy Coleman you were telling me about."

"Yes it is. Randy, say hello to Nurse Johnson. Remember what I said about your manners ..."

Randy blushed and stammered for a second before holding out his hand.

"Hello Nurse Johnson."

"Hello there, young man. Amanda, you can have a seat here if you like. You might be able to help with some questions. I need to get some basic stats on Randy before Dr. Richards comes in, the usual stuff like height, weight, temperature, and so on."

"Thank you, Barbara."

After Mrs. Pickens sat down, Nurse Johnson turned to Randy and said,

"All right, young man. I'm going to need you to take off all of your clothes."

With a look of sudden fear, Randy asked Mrs. Pickens,

"Will that be necessary, Aunt Amanda?"

"Young man, what did I tell you about following instructions promptly ? Miss Johnson is a nurse who has seen hundreds of boys naked before. Now do as she says. Barbara, if he gives you any trouble, feel free to give him a spanking. He responded beautifully to a spanking yesterday and I promised him he would be promptly spanked every time he disobeyed a grown up."

"I'm sure that won't be necessary, Randy ... will it?" A sly smile crept across her face as she turned his chin so he couldn't escape the import of her words or her twinkling blue eyes.

Immediately Randy began unbuttoning his shirt.

"That's a good boy. I knew you would be good for Nurse Johnson."

When he finally stood there in just his briefs, he hesitated for a few moments, looking anxiously at Mrs. Pickens as if hoping for a last minute reprieve.

"Come on, child. Off with those underpants. Nurse Johnson needs to weigh you and take your temperature."

Without realizing what she meant, Randy fretted for a few seconds before turning away and pushing his underpants down and stepping out of them.

"My my, it looks like Randy needed a spanking earlier today."

Randy whirled around, his hand covering himself in front as he realized his bottom was still quite pink.

"Yes, Barbara. Sarah Kellerman caught him trying to steal two candy bars yesterday and Randy made things much worse by lying about it. He got two spankings in the back of her store, one from me and one from her, and I've told him to expect a daily spanking for the rest of the week. And he's also going to have to see Judge Henley sometime next week."

"I'm sure he's learning a good lesson, Amanda. Apparently from what his father told me last week, he's long overdue for a firm hand ... Come on child, up on the scale. that's it ... now stand still so I can weigh you Good, ... hmmmm ... about 103 pounds. Good. Now let's see how tall you are ... five feet, 2 inches. He hasn't started growing much yet, has he?"

"No, Barbara, he's a bit of a late bloomer in almost every way as far as I can tell."

"Yes, I don't doubt that, Amanda. Lots of teenage boys are quite immature. OK, child, please step off and come over here. I'm going to check your temperature now."

Sitting herself on a chair, she reached to a nearby table and opened a jar of Vaseline. Next she opened a thermometer vase and stuck the thermometer into the open Vaseline. Turning to Randy, Nurse Johnson patted her thighs and said,

"Come on, child, we don't have all day. Over you go."

With a sudden look of fear, Randy burst out,

"But I'm too old for that kind of thermometer, Nurse Johnson."

"Nonsense, child. This is the only thermometer we use for children here at Dr. Richard's office regardless of how old they are. It's especially appropriate for naughty children who still need regular spankings like you. Come along and stop fussing unless you want me to give your bottom something worse than a little thermometer."

Though Randy didn't move forward on his own, he allowed her to reach out and take him by the hand and draw him over her uniformed lap in the nursery position where he squirmed until she settled him down with a single smack.

"You can give him more than that, Barbara. It looks like he's already forgotten today's lesson."

"I will if he fusses again, Sarah. He wouldn't be the first child who needed a spanking before accepting a baby thermometer. But I don't think that will be necessary, will it Randy?"

"Na...no ... Nurse Johnson," Randy stammered.

After spreading his cheeks, Nurse Johnson rubbed a generous dab of Vaseline over Randy rectum and gently inserted the little glass rod. Immediately Randy tensed up his whole body.

"Relax, child ... just relax. This won't hurt at all. It seems like he hasn't had his temp taken this way in quite some time, Amanda."

"Probably not since his mother died, Barbara. But that's going to change thanks to your suggestion. We're stopping off at the hospital drug store on the way home."

"Well done, Amanda. I'll give you a temperature chart so you can keep track of Randy's temp every day for the rest of the summer. Since he's going to be having afternoon naps, I suggest three readings a day: when you get him up in the morning, at nap time, and at bedtime. That way, you will notice the onset of any summer colds right away and can start him on aspirin or anything else he might need. Although he's fussing a bit now as can be expected, he will get used to a baby thermometer within in a few weeks. Some boys even seem to like it this way, if you know what I mean."

Although Randy's face was already red from being upside down, it turned redder as he realized what she meant. Despite his best efforts, blood had been flowing to his groin ever since Nurse Johnson began applying the Vaseline leading to a reaction he desperately wished would disappear.

"What sort of pjs are you using for Randy, Amanda?"

"Just his regular ones, Barbara. Why?"

"You might consider stopping off at Sears since they carry Dr Denton sleepers in someone Randy's size. I think they have them in larger sizes in the girls department but they fit boys just as well. The juvenile home finds that sleepers help a great deal with teens who are having trouble adjusting to daily naps or early bedtimes. They are more likely not to fuss when you put them to bed and more likely to stay in bed as well. I switched my Billy over to sleeper three years ago and he's much better behaved at bedtime. On days when he seems antsy, I put him into his jammies before dinner since they help calm him down. And if he's naughty on a weekend, he is put into his jammies right after a spanking and he stays in them for the rest of the weekend, even if I have company. You'd be surprised what a simple change of clothing can do."

"That's a wonderful idea, Barbara. I'll make sure to stop at Sears on the way home."

"Ask for Betty Riley, Amanda. She's an old friend of mine who works in the children's clothing department and sometimes baby-sits Billy. I'll give her a call in a few minutes. What else? Oh yes ... If Randy ever wets the bed, you might also pick up a plastic sheet at the pharmacy. It will give you at least some protection."

"We've had no problem yet, Barbara. And his father never mentioned anything about that."

"Fine ... fine. Nonetheless, even boys with no history of wetting sometimes develop a problem when placed in unfamiliar surroundings, especially boys who are immature to start with. As I mentioned earlier, you can always get diapers and plastic pants in Randy's size if needed at the hospital pharmacy. Needless to say, it's a lot easier to do a load of wet diapers every few days than change the bedding every morning. Even a plastic sheet doesn't protect the top sheet and blanket. My Billy wets enough that he still needs nighttime diapers and plastic pants and he's fourteen. I also find diapers work very well in controlling naughty children, especially those who are too big for their britches. We use them with excellent results over at the juvenile home from time to time. A year ago, I started giving Billy an occasional diaper weekend when I realized how effective they were. It's one thing to be diapered at night to protect the bedding. It's quite another to stay in diapers round the clock for two or three days with spankings at changing time. Nothing brings a big boy down to size faster than being spanked and put into thick diapers and baby pants for a few days. It also helps him stay good in the summer since he knows he could get a diaper punishment at any time, not just the weekends."

"The more I hear about using diapers that way, Barbara, the more I see what you mean. Nonetheless, I think I'll stick with Randy's new routine for now and see how he does. If he gives me any trouble, it might be necessary to try alternatives."

"Fair enough, Amanda. If you want to see how I use diaper punishment, feel free to stop by tomorrow after church. Billy is having a diaper weekend for throwing a ball near the house and breaking a window after I warned him not to. Well now ... let's see what Randy's temp is like. Good, good ... it's normal. Upsie daisey, young man. That's a good boy. ... Hmmm ... see what I mean, Amanda? Some boys don't seem to mind baby thermometers after all, do they"."

Her comment was directed as much at Randy as at Amanda Pickens and he blushed scarlet as he did his best to cover his erection.

"Does he play with himself much, Amanda? It's unfortunately one of those things many immature boys do at Randy's age."

"I really don't know, Barbara. I haven't seen any evidence so far."

"Have you checked his bed sheets and underpants, dear?"

"Why no ... I haven't even changed the sheets yet. Randy's only been with us five days. And I won't be doing the wash till tomorrow afternoon. Randy, have you been bad like that? Tell Aunt Amanda the truth."

Randy shook his head, his face reddening once again as he felt two older women looking intently at his face.

"I would check anyway, Amanda. In my experience, no boy ever admits to doing that. It's also important to nip in the bud lest it lead to other bad habits."

"Thanks, Barbara. I'll check the laundry bag and Randy's bed when I get home. Young man, you'd better be telling me the truth, for your sake, or I will give you another spanking and put you to bed right away. put you to bed right away."

Fortunately for the red-faced Randy, Dr. Richards came in just then. Nurse Johnson briefed her on Randy's preliminaries and left to get Amanda three temperature charts, each covering one month. The doctor examined Randy some more and asked him some embarrassing questions about his red bottom. Then she listened to his heartbeat and lungs, tested his reflexes, looked in his ears, examined his throat, made him cough while she examined his testicles, and so on. After about twenty minutes, she pronounced him fit as a fiddle. Just as Randy finished dressing, Dr. Richards asked him,

"Child, when is the last time you had a bowel movement?"

"Flushing at the question, Randy hemmed and hawed for a few seconds before replying,

"Yesterday afternoon, ma'am."

"Hmmm ... a little constipated, are we?"

"Perhaps it's the unfamiliar setting, Doctor," Mrs. Pickens volunteered.

"It could be, Amanda. Nonetheless, I suggest you either try suppositories or better yet, a weekly enema."

"I was wondering about that, Dr. Richards, but I've never given one before nor do I have any equipment."

"It's really quite simple, Amanda. Just see Nurse Johnson after we're finished. She can help you with anything you need. In fact, I'll send her in now since I think we're all done. If Randy gets sick this summer, feel free to call me here or at home. I'll be happy to drop by for a housecall."

Turning to Randy, she shook his hand good bye and added,

"It was nice to meet you, young man. Try to be good for Mrs. Pickens. You're lucky to have such a loving woman to look after you and keep you out of trouble."

Dr. Richards rose and left the two of them sitting there until Nurse Johnson returned.

"I hear Randy is in excellent health except for a little constipation. I'll call my friend, Mrs. Davis, at the hospital pharmacy and tell her you will be stopping off in a few minutes. I'm sure she will have everything you'll need. It's really quite simple. All you need for an enema is a bag with a hose which has a nozzle and a clamp at one end. You'll already have plenty of Vaseline for the thermometer. You fill the bag with warm water, add a tablespoon of liquid soap, put some Vaseline on the nozzle and on Randy's rectum, insert the nozzle, and unclamp it. The bag should be hung three or four feet above Randy. He can crouch on all fours on the bathroom floor or go over your knee in the nursery position. It's best to let the solution work stay for five or ten minutes before letting him sit on the potty. If you want me to swing by and show you how it's done, I'd be happy. Or is you stop by with Randy tomorrow after church, I could do it then. bring "

"Would you really, Barbara? That would help me a lot."

Ignoring Randy's pained expression, Nurse Johnson responded,

"Not at all, Amanda. See you then. See you too, Randy. Be good for Aunt Amanda, now, will you?" She ruffled his hair as she spoke and smiled so warmly at him that she elicited a little smile in return before Randy hastened out into the waiting room.

Turning to Mrs. Pickens, Nurse Johnson commented, "What a nice smile ... I knew he was a sweet boy, Amanda, as soon as he walked in. He's just not ready to be all grown up like a lot of teens today. He reminds me a little of my Billy. Maybe they could have a playdate tomorrow afternoon after Billy's nap. If Randy takes afternoon nap, they could take their naps together and play afterwards. Randy would probably feel better if he knew he wasn't the only teen handled like a younger boy."

"That's very sweet of you, Barbara. We'd love to come for lunch and stay for a playdate. Do you have an bed where Randy could take a nap?"

"I sure do, Amanda. Billy's room has an extra bed for friends who sleep over."

"Wonderful. See you and Billy at church, Barbara. And thank you for all of your help. I don't know what I would have done without you."

"Think nothing of it, Amanda. Think nothing of it. Don't forget to ask for Laurie Davis at the hospital pharmacy and Betty Riley at Sears."