Pernicious Spanking: an Update


by Dr. Kenneigh Skrotim <Kenneigh@hotmail.com>

Since my 1999 report on a victim of pernicious spanking, I have received numerous requests for a status report into my continuing examination of this serous violent practice in the United States. Herewith is an update.

First, I must report on my work with Garth, the youthful subject of my initial report.

The victim of a vicious spanking and _s_e_x_ual attack by his high school English teacher, who is serving a 10-year prison sentence, Garth, 15, was emotionally as well as physically scarred by his torture at the hands of Mr. Gowanus. Consequently Garth was referred to me by the Jefferson County, Maryland, Youth Services authorities for a program of psychological counseling and, hopefully, emotional healing. I was assisted in this endeavor by my able assistant of five years, Mr. Gregory Hyde, a graduate physical therapist.

To make a long story brief, in the weeks following Garth's unfortunate hiding and rape, I developed and administered a program designed to help Garth overcome the psycho-physical problems that ensued after his unfortunate encounter with Mr. Gowanus.

Initially, Garth seemingly had responded well to therapy sessions featuring reenactments of his pernicious spanking and ravishment, conducted principally by Mr. Hyde. I n these sessions, Garth was encouraged to interact and role-play with Mr. Hyde, who assumed the role of Mr. Gowanus.

In his early biweekly reports, Mr. Hyde stated that during reenactments, Garth, was reticent and evinced embarrassment and shame when recalling his tortures so cruelly inflicted by his ex-teacher. Additionally, Garth's once smooth, milky white, hairless buttocks, when bared for examination by Mr. Hyde, still bore abrasions from the welts that resulted from the spankings administered by Mr. Gowanus.

But although at first resistant to the reenactment protocols, Garth gradually began to express himself more openly, especially during sessions featuring fellatio and the anal arts. In fact, after six weeks, Mr. Hyde reported that Garth had submitted to and actively participated in the prescribed reenactment sequences, including permitting light bare-bottom spankings, fellatio, and gentle anal entries as performed on the youth by Mr. Hyde. During these exploratory sessions, Garth consistently achieved orgasm, which usually culminated in his spurting his semi-virginal boy fluid into Mr. Hyde's mouth. These encounters were, naturally, conducted after Garth was stripped naked -- sometimes with my help -- with Mr. Hyde and I remaining fully clothed -- in order to maintain the prescribed "master-to-student' relationship.

Based upon Garth's progress after two months, I fully anticipated that future treatment sessions would feature even more openness and imaginative participation on Garth's part.

Unfortunately, these promising treatment activities were prematurely terminated when Garth encountered difficulty in a pleasure-pain protocol administered and monitored by Mr. Hyde. During Garth's initial exposure to an admittedly experimental procedure, he was sedated, stripped, bound, gagged and blindfolded and placed on his side on my examining table. His slender cut penis was then inserted in the receptor of a bovine lactoextractor, which slowly and methodically 'milked' his his organ. At the same time, Garth's cute, firm buttocks were 'spanked' by my automated ectodermatic rubricator, which was activated from the opposite side of the table. The idea was to expose Garth to extended, simultaneous combinations of spankings and orgasms, to inure him to such experiences and thus stiffen his resistance to such abuse, should it occur in the future.

Within 10 minutes of the dual units' activation, despite the steady thwacking of the rubricator, Garth began to writhe and jerk against his bindings in obvious ecstasy as the lacto unit's slow undulations produced an erection, and soon, a frothy orgasm, as Garth's boy-milk seeped from the polyvinyl connective tube that held the lad's penis. Gagged, Garth's muffled groans told us that, at 15, he was well into his _s_e_x_ual maturity.

Unfortunately, however, somehow during this session Mr. Hyde was distracted and detained outside the room for an extended time by an urgent phone call and subsequent frantic visit by another patient.

Upon Mr. Hyde's return to Garth's station two hours later, he found the young fellow in physiological shock verging on cardiac arrest. Garth's modest _c_o_c_k_ had undergone a horrifying extrusion by the lactoextractor's vacuuming action. His organ -- formerly a comely, slender 5-1/2 inches -- was constricted and stretched into what can only be described as a grotesque, flaccid, blood-soaked 10-inch piece of meat. His buttocks, blood engorged and totally welted, had swollen almost twice their normal size.

Garth was taken by ambulance to the hospital emergency ward, a development which, unfortunately, terminated our treatment and our study. So many hours up in smoke, so to speak. But, bottom line for the unfortunate Garth -- he gained a physical conversation piece!

Which brings me to the second part of this report.

Following some legal unpleasantries, "post-Garth" so to speak, I relocated my studies of pernicious spanking to Central California, where the climate for such pursuits seemed more salutary. In fact, I had not been in residence in my adopted state more than two weeks when I acquired my next subject, Eric.

Eric, also 15 years old, was brought to my attention by the Heygood County juvenile authorities as a victim of foster parent abuse. A beautiful, petite, slim blonde boy, just over 5 feet two in height and 108 pounds, with gold-frame glasses, Eric had been repeatedly spanked and whipped by his latest set of foster parents, who seemed to delight in inflicting pain on an undeserving, emotionally fragile youth. After presenting Eric at my offices, the two country representatives agreed, with my wholehearted concurrence, that the waifish, flaxen-haired youth would benefit by an extended sojourn at my facility under my direct care.

All-in-all, it was universally agreed, Eric was in dire need of succor and protection, which, correctly, the County affirmed I was qualified to provide -- with Mr. Hyde -- in our apartments adjoining the offices. And Eric was an excellent candidate for psychiatric treatment and study. He is small, petite -- and as it turned out -- he possesses a really cute body and _s_e_x_ organs, plus he's emotionally fractured and painfully shy, retiring and pliable. A superb patient, indeed!

Immediately upon the representatives' departure, Mr. Hyde and I initiated Eric's "pre-admission physical" examination. At first, Eric was resistant to the procedure. But, reclining on my comfy dialogue couch, he rapidly relaxed after quaffing the flunitrazepan-laced Pepsi that Mr. Hyde produced from my special kitchen. As Eric drifted into a state of semiconsciousness, Mr. Hyde removed the lad's glasses and commenced undressing the comely blonde beauty. The weather being warm, Eric wore blue loose-legged elastic-waist gym shorts -- fairly tight, however over his crotch -- a pink Britney Spears t-shirt, and nondescript blue and white athletic shoes.

Mr. Hyde slowly, lovingly raised and removed Eric's t-shirt, exposing two small pink nipples and an equally cute 'inie' navel that invited Mr. Hyde's tongue. Licking slowly up Eric's smooth abdomen to his chest, my adroit assistant alternatingly sucked the boy's nipples into his salivating mouth, rolling the taut little titties over his moist tongue, licking each of them in turn.

As he continued laving Eric's hardening nipples, my valued assistant slid his nimble fingers under the youth's waistband and gently eased the gym shorts down Eric's flat belly. Pushing them finally down to Eric's crotch, the child's white cotton briefs were fully revealed, punctuated by a small bulge in the middle. Continuing to lick and sick Eric's now reddened nipples, Mr. Hyde moved his fingers under the briefs, slowly lowering the thin cottons.

Eric, now fairly well sedated, nevertheless evinced some resistance to Mr. Hyde's ministrations, pushing Mr. H's hands and vocally protesting his ongoing undressing. Mr. Hyde countered by straddling the prostrate boy, 69 fashion, effectively constraining Eric's movements.

Meanwhile, furiously taking notes, I couldn't help but marvel at the youth's near naked form, and, having an academic concentration in human anatomy, I eagerly awaited my first view of Eric's totally nude little body.

Now, Mr. Hyde's face was a few inches above Eric's crotch, and my associate wasted little time in easing the white briefs down the boy's heaving belly, as he lightly licked Eric's small navel. The boy's silky blonde public peach fuzz came into view as Mr. Hyde's nose grazed the purple glans of Eric's circumcised penis. Mr. Hyde next lifted the elastic waistband over the boy's half-erect four-inch 15-year-old _c_o_c_k_. My astute associate then expertly rolled the garment down past Eric's tight scrotum to his upper thighs, just above his lowered shorts.

I must say that, from a purely professional standpoint, I found Eric's bare little dick and balls simply Michelangelic in their flawless form and classic beauty. But the ever-efficient Mr. Hyde firmly guided my trembling fingers from Eric's penis -- reminding me as he did that the total examination of our teenage charge was foremost in our immediate priorities.

Correct!

Resuming his work, Mr. Hyde methodically worked the boy's shorts and briefs down his thighs and calves to his ankles. Removing the shoes and sweat socks, Mr. Hyde dragged shorts and jockeys off Eric's pale legs, dropping them on the floor.

With Eric naked at last, and Mr. Hyde firmly holding his arms at his sides, I began his physical in earnest. Feeling, kneading, massaging, stroking, rubbing -- and yes -- licking when necessary -- I discovered many delicious secrets about the sylph-like god-boy.

Eric's lithe little body bore many new and older welts, especially on his small but firm and hairless bottom and his lower belly and public region. An examination of his anal area revealed additional abrasions around his brown little rosebud and inner cheeks. Still semiconscious, Eric winced as I digitally probed his rectum for his prostate. But his eyes bulged and his _c_o_c_k_ visibly rose off his belly when I found and gently rubbed his nut-sized organ. I was tempted to see if I could produce an orgasm from the virginal teen, but I determined to push on.

So, back to the exam ... I found his cute penis somewhat swollen and it bore semi-healed sores and abrasions on the glans and down the shaft. I must admit I lightly licked his pee-hole as I kneaded his oblate scrotum, which showed palpable signs of binding or constriction.

Suddenly, Eric began to come out of his torpor, and as he became aware of his stark nudity amidst two grownups -- not to mention his slender _c_o_c_k_ being then in Mr. Hyde's mouth -- he bolted upright, preparing to flee.

The quick-acting Mr. Hyde flipped the boy onto his stomach and, pressing his right hand upon the small of the child's back, removed with his left hand a length of rawhide from his smock pocket, which he deftly employed to bind the struggling Eric's hands. (For professional reasons, his legs wee left unfettered.) I made myself useful by forcing a handy ball gag into Eric's mouth, securing it with a strip of duct tape.

Eric now displayed an enticing view of his rear-end and genitals as he struggled on his belly. A hypodermic of sedative administered by a smiling Mr. Hyde jabbed the little behind and within seconds Eric was again quiet and still. It was all I could do to stop feeling and fingering Eric's tight little bag, which was amply displayed along with his alluring little butt-hole from between his splayed and quivering thighs.

Soon after, Mr. Hyde and I left the room for a mid-afternoon break. But imagine our astonishment upon our return an hour later to find the room in utter chaos! Mr. Hyde's pet chimpanzee, Hydetoo, was astride little Eric, the simian's engorged, fiery red penis embedded in the desperately struggling boy's rectum as the 150-pound animal vigorously pumped in and out of the unfortunate gagged boy in the throes of intercourse!

Hydetoo, a seven-year-old chimp, had been acquired by Mr. Hyde three years before, upon my recommendation. Having observed chimps in the wild during my undergraduate zoology studies, I knew that parent chimps customarily discipline their small offspring by hand slapping and actual rump spanking. As I established my Maryland practice, my continuing studies into pernicious spanking led me to believe chimps could be trained to discipline human children, such as in daycare settings. Hydetoo, in fact, took very well to our introductions to child spanking scenarios, especially those involving actual human contacts. Under our tutelage, he reddened many a little girl's and even more little boy's bottoms!

Anyway, Mr. Hyde and I tried to detach and remove Hydetoo from the suffering Eric. But the ape drove us off with powerful swipes of his arms and frightening teeth-bared snarls. We repaired to the adjacent room, where a review of the video shot minutes before in the examining room showed that Hydetoo, before plunging his erect nine-inch tool into Eric's tight anus, had administered a severe and violent spanking to the boy's pert little bottom. Fiery welts rose upon the child's tortured buttocks as the chimp repeatedly slapped and spanked the bound Eric's saucy behind.

Although witnessing the chimp-on-child spanking and rape stimulated my libidinal juices, it was also, I must admit, somewhat painful to watch. But Mr. Hyde and I high-fived as we realized that Hydetoo had successfully inculcated and executed techniques from the spanking training we had provided!

Within another half-hour, we were able to lure Hydetoo from the unconscious Eric with the simian's favorite pears, and after some fast rectal first aid, little Eric was put to bed to recover from his unfortunate ordeal. He remains in my care. In fact he shares my bed at night, his naked arms and legs entwined with mine in unashamed affection.

As I draft this report, Eric, Mr. Hyde -- and Hydetoo -- are preparing to move with me to New Mexico, where I hope my practice can flourish, without untimely meddlings by local juvenile and law enforcement authorities.

Anyone having an interest in pernicious spanking, I would be interested in hearing from you: kenneigh@hotmail. com


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