From: sarah3333@aol.com (Sarah3333)
Subject: ~ASFD REPOST 'DIAPERED IN TORONTO I"  STORY BY RANDY
Date: 31 Oct 1997 15:28:58 GMT

Spanked in Toronto I

by Randy (with help from his wife, Sarah) 

FICTIONAL SPANKING STORY FOR ADULTS ONLY. DO NOT READ FURTHER IF
YOU ARE UNDER 18. THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION, A "LITTLE BOY"
FANTASY FOR GROWN MEN AND THE WOMEN WHO SPANK THEM. THE AUTHORS
ARE COMPLETELY AGAINST CORPORAL PUNISHMENT OF ANY KIND AND HAVE
WRITTEN THIS STORY AS A FANTASY FOR ADULTS WHO PLAY CONSENTING
SPANKING GAMES. 


     "Billy, I'm going to call Nurse Leveau and have her come
over and look at you. I'm sure she has a thermometer in her
nurse's bag."
     "Oh Mamma, no ... please no... I'll be OK."
      "With a first reading of 103 and the thermometer now
broken, young man? No sir. I'm not taking any chances. Your
forehead may not feel that hot but you going to need to see a
doctor if your fever is really 103. You stay right here while I
call Nurse Leveau."
     Amanda Fontaine walked down the hall to her bedroom and
called her neighbor and longtime friend, Polly Leveau, a
pediatric nurse at one of Toronto's finest hospitals. After
hearing about the broken thermometer and the reading of 103, the
experienced nurse asked, 
    "Amanda, were you in the room when Billy had dropped the
thermometer?"
   "Why no, Polly, why do you ask?"
   "Just a little hunch, Amanda. Let me come over and have a
look at Billy. Sometimes these things aren't always what they
seem to be." 
   Ten minutes later, Nurse Leveau rang the bell at the Fontaine
house and followed Amanda upstairs. Nurse Leveau swept into
Billy's bedroom with the take-charge manner of an experienced
head nurse in her late forties. Her nursing whites and hair
gathered into a tight bun made her look even more business-like
than usual. Since she was almost a second aunt to Billy, she
immediately noticed that he looked more nervous than sick.
    "Let's see how our patient is doing today, shall we, Billy?"
    "I was going to get him up to get ready for church but he
told me he felt sick and the thermometer read 103 the first time
I took his temp. Then poor Billy managed to drop the thermometer
after I put it back in his mouth for a second reading and it
broke."
     "Let's just see what we have here, Amanda. He doesn't look
that bad to me." Nurse Leveau sat on the side of Billy's bed and
felt his forehead. 
    "Hmmmm ... just as you said, Amanda, a little warm but
nowhere near 103. Let's see how his back feels. She reached down
through the back of Billy's collar and felt his upper back. 
    "That's odd. His back feels perfectly normal. No trace of
fever"
    "Well, I don't feel all that bad as I tried to tell mama. I
guess the thermometer was broken even before I dropped it,"
Billy volunteered weakly. "I probably just have a slight fever."
     "Enough to get out of having to go to church today," Mrs
Fontaine joked, without quite realizing what she had said. "You
know how he hates going to church, Amanda."
     "Is that so?" Nurse Leveau said thoughtfully. After looking
in Billy's mouth with a flashlight and checking his eyes, she
looked pensively at the nearby metal lamp on his bed side table
and at the floor. Looking back at Billy more intently, she
asked, 
     "How exactly did the thermometer break, sweetheart?" 
     Billy swallowed and replied,
     "I was trying to put in on the table but it dropped on the
floor right here."
     "And it broke on that thick rug, young man?" 
     A look of alarm flashed across Billy's face before he
regained his composure. 
     "Yes ma'am. I can't explain how it broke but it did."
     "Amanda, has this little lamp here been on at all this
morning?"
    "No, of course not ... not with all this direct sunlight,
Polly. Why would that matter?"
    And you haven't needed this lamp for any reading or
anything, have you Billy?"
     Billy shook his head, looking a little more nervous.      
     "Just a hunch, Amanda. Just a hunch." Nurse Leveau reached
out to touch the metal lamp shade and added, 
     "The reason I ask, Amanda, is because this lamp has been on
recently ... see ... feel for yourself. It's still a little
warm." 
     "Why, yes it is ... what is going on here?"
     "Well, Amanda, it looks like you have a case of what we
nurses call broken thermometer syndrome. It's the most common
reason for thermometers breaking when parents leave supposedly
sick children alone with the thermometer in their mouths on
school days or on mornings when their children want to avoid
some event. In Billy's case, he thought he could get out of
church today."
    "What are you talking about, Polly? I don't follow you."
     "It's really quite simple. In a misguided attempt to fake a
fever and avoid some obligation, many children put their face
under a table lamp and hold the thermometer nearby as well. The
problem is that most of them don't realize how sensitive
thermometers are to any real heat and how easily they explode
when overheated. See how your thermometer broke at the mercury
end?"
    "Why, you don't say ... so it did. Billy, I want a straight
answer from you, child, or you will be in serious trouble. Did
you try to fake a fever and get out of church?"
    Though Billy did his best to cover his alarm, it was now
clearly visible to his mother and Nurse Leveau.  
    "No, mamma, really ... I wouldn't pull a stunt like that. I
really do feel hot this morning ... not 103 but I do think I am
a little sick. I forgot to mention that i did turn on the light
to try to read the thermometer ... and that's when it dropped."
     "A little sick ... that's not what you said when I got you
up this morning. You said you felt really bad and wanted to stay
in bed."
     "Well I did feel bad then ... I guess I'm feeling a little
better now ... but honestly, I really do have a fever."
     "We'll see about that, young man," Nurse Leveau replied,
reaching into her little bag and removing another thermometer. 
    "Amanda, I'm afraid you may have been fooled by the oldest
trick in the book. You'd be surprised of how mothers tell me
stories about faked temperatures. That's why we call it broken
thermometer syndrome. I only have a rectal thermometer in my
little bag but it should give us an accurate reading. "
     "Mom, I'm too old for that kind of thermometer. I'm fifteen
years old for Christs sake."
     "Watch your language, young man. An baby thermometer won't
hurt you. Stop fussing right this instant and roll over for
Nurse Leveau. If you have any kind of real fever, we both owe
you an apology. But if your temperature turns out to be normal,
young man, you are going to get a lot more than some bedrest."
    "Come on, child ... over you go."
    "Billy, do as Aunt Polly says or you will feel something a
lot worse on your bottom than that baby thermometer."
     As Billy rolled over reluctantly, Nurse Leveau chuckled and
said, 
     "The threat of a spanking certainly gets the attention of a
fussy boy, doesn't it, Amanda?"
     "Yes it does, Polly, especially when the fussy boy knows he
has a sound spanking coming if it turns out he has been lying to
me, faking a temperature, and covering it up with more lies. 
     Billy buried his face in his pillow, doing his best to hide
the red color spreading out rapidly through his face all the way
to his ears. 
     Drawing his pj bottoms down to mid thigh, Nurse Leveau
pulled out a small jar of vaseline from her bag and opened it.
Dabbing a thick glob on the end of her index finger, she parted
Billy's cheeks with her left hand and reached in with her right
index finger to spread vaseline around his rectum. After wiping
her finger on a Kleenex, she shook the thermometer down, dipped
it into the vaseline, and gently inserted it into Billy's
bottom. As often with an older child, he stiffened up
immediately.
    "Relax, child. Don't tense and you'll be fine. There ...
that's a little better. That's my good boy. It's just a
thermometer"
    Nurse Leveau held it in place with her right hand resting
against Billy's cheeks while she chatted with Amanda. 
    "If Billy has been playing with your adult thermometer,
Amanda, I suggest you get him a rectal thermometer until he
shows he is old enough to be trusted. That's what we always tell
mothers with children who fake fevers. No point trusting
children like that with another adult thermometer which they
might break."
     Despite the muffled protest from Billy, his mother replied,
     "I couldn't agree more, Polly. If Billy's temperature is
normal, I'm get him a baby thermometer and we'll see how he
likes that for the next year or so. More importantly, Billy is
going to go over my knee for an immediate spanking right after
you check his temp if it turns out to be normal. Boys lie in my
home regret that mistake very quickly, don't they, Billy?" 
     Despite his flaming red face, Billy managed to turn and
defend himself. 
    "But I'm telling the truth ... it was the thermometer which
was wrong."
    "Shush, child," Mrs Fontaine replied sternly to her son. 
     "Thermometers don't lie in my experience ... bad boys do.
And it wouldn't be the first time you told mama a lie, would it,
Billy?"
    Billy blushed further and turned his head away in shame,
remembering the incident ten days earlier when he had lied about
finishing his homework. Turning to Polly, she added, 
     "Despite his age, Billy still seems to have trouble telling
the truth. We're making some progress in recent years thanks to
a lot of old fashioned discipline, Polly. But he still has a
long way to go."
    "Lying is the kind of thing one expects from small children,
Amanda. If Billy were my child, he'd probably be spending even
more time over my knee. As a pediatric nurse, I like to think of
spankings as the best medicine for naughty children of all ages,
especially boys Billy's age. Nothing cuts an older bad boy down
to size faster than having his pants lowered and being put in
over mommy's lap for a little boy's punishment."
     "That's a nice way to put it, Polly ... spankings as the
best medicine for naughty children. It's certainly medicine
Billy still seems to need fairly regularly."
     "Every child grows up at his own pace, Amanda. There's
nothing wrong with a child who develops slowly as long as the
proper parental love and discipline are in place. Billy is lucky
to have such a good mother."
    "I'd like to think that, Polly ... I'd like to think that.
How's he doing?"
     "Let's see ... hmmmmm ... just as I suspected ... his
temperature is perfectly normal ... not a trace of fever."
     Reaching up to his forehead, she added,
    "Feel here ... even his forehead feels practically normal
now ... he probably heated it up under this lamp. Your Billy is
as healthy as ever, Amanda."
     "Why, so he is, Polly. His forehead does feel about normal.
Billy Fontaine, you know better than to lie to me about your
fever and break my thermometer. I want the truth out of you
right now or you will be spanked at bedtime every night this
week. Do you understand me?"
     Billy replied with a distinct quaver now audible. 
    "Mamma, I really did feel queasy this morning ... I held the
thermometer up to the light to read it and it got too close and
it broke ... really, it was not my ..."
    "So, you bad boy, you did lie to me, didn't you? You didn't
drop the thermometer. You held it up to the lamp. Just like you
did the first time when I was out of the room and it got stuck
on 103."
    "Mamma, I'm sorry ... I wanted to stay in bed ... I really
did feel queasy ... I'm sorry for trying to make my temperature
go up. I just wanted to raise it a little .. and when it broke,
oohh mama ... I didn't know what to say .... please, I didn't
feel all that good in my stomach."
     "Oh, now it's your stomach, is it? Young man, I'm going to
give you something which will make any tummy troubles seem like
nothing. Polly, if you don't mind staying a little longer, would
you be kind enough to have a seat over there?"  
     "Mamma, nooooo ... not with Aunt Polly ... please, mamma,
nooo!"
     "Shush, child. You had plenty of chances to tell me the
truth and you kept lying didn't you? Do you expect me to listen
to you now that you are about to get a good spanking? Besides,
Nurse Leveau has already seen your bottom so you don't have
anything to hide. And since you lied to her, perhaps you will
learn a better lesson if she sees how I take care of bad boys
who lie in my home. Maybe you won't forget and tell another lie
so soon this time. I just spanked you for lying ten days ago,
didn't I, Mr Badbottoms?"
    "Is it that frequent, Amanda?" The nurse had already gotten
up from the bed and seated herself at Billy's desk. 
     "I'm afraid so, Polly. And that's just the lying. Billy
seems to be in some kind of mischief every week. And lately, he
has been developing some very naughty habits that teenage boys
develop when left unsupervised."
    "My, my ... I see," Nurse Leveau replied. "I suppose sooner
or later this was bound to happen, as it does with so many boys
Billy's age."
    "Perhaps you can give me some advice later on how to deal
with that. Billy, stand on your feet right this instant or you
will be a very sorry little boy every night for the rest of the
week."


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From: sarah3333@aol.com (Sarah3333)
Subject: ~ASFD STORY REPOST  "DIAPERED IN TORONTO" II by Randy
Date: 31 Oct 1997 15:30:59 GMT

Spanked in Toronto II **

by Randy (with help from his wife, Sarah) 

FICTIONAL SPANKING STORY FOR ADULTS ONLY. DO NOT READ FURTHER IF
YOU ARE UNDER 18. THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION, A "LITTLE BOY"
FANTASY FOR GROWN MEN AND THE WOMEN WHO SPANK THEM. THE AUTHORS
ARE COMPLETELY AGAINST CORPORAL PUNISHMENT OF ANY KIND AND HAVE
WRITTEN THIS STORY AS A FANTASY FOR ADULTS WHO PLAY CONSENTING
SPANKING GAMES. 


    With tears welling in his eyes, Billy allowed his mother to
pull him to his feet as he clutched his pyjamas bottoms up
around his waist. Immediately, she sat down on his bed in the
same spot where Nurse Leveau had just been. 
    "Noooo, mamma ... I'm sorry I broke the thermometer ... I'm
sorry ... I promise I won't do that again."
    "You're going to be a lot more sorry in a minute, child. I'm
going to spank you for lying right now. And you will be spending
most of the day in bed as an extra punishment with an early
bedtime after dinner. And for breaking the thermometer, you will
get another spanking tomorrow." In a flash, Billy's mother
yanked him over her knees and quickly pulled him across so his
feet waved helplessly in the air. At five feet 2 and a hundred
and ten pounds, Billy looked at least two years younger than his
age and put up what Nurse Leveau noticed was little more than
verbal resistance. It was clear he was no stranger to this
situation.  
     Seizing his wrists behind his back with her left hand, Mrs
Fontaine pulled his pyjama bottoms down to his ankles before
planting a sound spank on his chubby bottom. 
    "Stop struggling, Mr Naughtybottoms and lie still. You won't
be needing these pjs for the rest of the morning. You've been a
bad, bad boy by lying and breaking mommy's things and now mommy
is going to show you what happens to bad little boys. You're
going to get a sound spanking, Billy, and mommy's not going to
stop until Nurse Leveau sees what a real cry baby you are. After
you've learned a good lesson, mommy is going to put your naughty
bottom in the corner while Aunt Polly and I go downstairs to
discuss what can be done about your latest problem. I expect you
to stay in that corner while we are gone. Do I make myself
perfectly clear?" 
     Three sound spanks fell in quick succession on Billy's
bottom, making his cheeks bounce back and forth wildly.
    "Yesss, mamma, yeessssss ... I understand ... I'll be good.
Please don't spank me ... please, not in front of Aunt Polly!"
     It wasn't the first time he had been spanked in front of
someone else. His mother's sister and a some members of her
ladies's group had witnessed spankings in the past. But nothing
like this had happened to Billy in the past two years since he
had become sensitive about his body. Unfortunately, his pleas
fell on deaf ears as his mother's hand began rising and falling
rapidly. Mrs Fontaine spanked hard and she spanked fast, using
her strong, right tennis arm. As Billy's bottom danced back and
forth, his pleas quickly turned to real crying. In about three
minutes, his fanny was the color of strawberries and cream.
After another two or three minutes, it was red from top to
bottom. By then, Billy had broken down completely and was
bawling like a baby, oblivious to the presence of his neighbor.
His legs kicked back and forth wildly to no avail. Ignoring the
despite the color of his bottom, his mother spanked on steadily
without the slightest sign of fatigue. 
     Only after about twelve minutes had passed did Mrs Fontaine
finally stop. Immediately, Billy jumped up and did the kind of
war dance performed by younger children after a sound spanking.
Apparently, modesty was no longer on Billy's mind. With his
loud, juvenile crying, his tear streaked face, and his hands
furiously rubbing his red fanny, Billy looked more like a boy of
ten or twelve. And it was clear he had learned a good lesson.
After letting him dance around the room for a few minutes, Mrs
Fontaine opened her arms and gave him an expression of pure
tenderness. All anger had given way to maternal reconciliation
and Billy quickly returned to his mother and allowed her to
gather him on her lap. 
    "You took your spanking well, sweetheart and mommy is proud
of you."
    "Oh mamma .... I'm sorry I lied ... I'm sorry I lied ...
I'll try to be better, mamma, I promise I will."
    "I know you can be good, sweetheart, I know you can be good.
You just need to try harder, that's all, sweetheart."
    "I'll try, mamma ... I'll try... I promise I will."
    "I know you will, honey, I know you will."
     After a long hug, Mrs Fontaine stood Billy up and led him
by the hand to the corner, warning him to stay put until she and
Nurse Leveau returned. His crying had died down for the most
part and a certain peace had already begun to settle in. As he
stood there like a naughty third grader, the two women left the
room and went downstairs to discuss Billy's latest problem. 
     A half hour later, both women returned to Billy's room.
Nurse Leveau watched as Billy's mother took him out of the
corner and put him straight to bed for the rest of the day. They
returned downstairs and talked for another half hour.     After
extensive discussion of Billy's need for close supervision, Mrs
Fontaine decided to change her plans for Billy during the two
week anniversary cruise she and her husband were taking later
that month. Instead of leaving Billy with her sister-in-law, she
decided to accept Nurse Leveau's offer of babysitting for Billy
and providing more the professional attention he needed. 

Mrs. Fontaine also agreed to bring Billy the next afternoon to a
pediatric clinic run by Dr. Susan Cordier. Since Nurse Leveau
filled in at the clinic on Monday afternoons, she would be there
to introduce Mrs Fontaine and Billy to Dr. Cordier. 

The next day, Amanda Fontaine gave Billy his second spanking for
breaking the thermometer right after lunch. And instead of
giving him some corner time, she put him in the back seat of the
car and drove him off to Dr Cordier's clinic. Upon arriving,
they were greeted at the reception desk by the prettiest nurse
Billy had ever seen. She was somewhere in her late twenties had
fair skin, auburn red hair and mysterious green eyes which
mesmerized the shy youngster. Equally stunning was her plump,
hourglass figure which seemed to burst out of her tight nurse's
uniform and jiggle whenever she moved. Nurse Rennie buzzed an
intercom whereupon Nurse Leveau appeared from the back and
welcomed Mrs Fontaine and Billy. She then fetched a clipboard
with a long information sheet which she gave to Billy's mother
to fill out while they waited in the little vestibule. 
     As Billy eased himself gingerly into his hard chair, he
noticed they weren't the only mother and son waiting. Directly
across from him was a rather stout, grim-faced lady in her late
fourties with a decidedly unhappy boy about Billy's age sitting
beside her. Billy tried to meet his eyes but the other boy kept
looking away.
    Five minutes later, Dr Cordier emerged. A tall woman with
blond hair drawn back in a bun, she made an imposing sight in
her long white lab coat as she strode into the waiting room.
After introducing herself and making small talk with Mrs
Fontaine, she shook Billy's hand and eyed him up and down
briefly before turning back to Billy's mother.      
     "Thank you for filling out that form, Amanda. It's fairly
routine preliminary information but we like to have it on file.
I have one patient here before Billy which won't take long and
then Billy will be next. It won't be more than ten or fifteen
minutes. Thank you for your patience."
    Dr. Cordier then turned to face the other woman and said, 
    "Mildred, I'm read to see Danny now. Come along, child."
     As Danny rose and walked through the waiting room, Billy
thought he heard something rustling and crackling. Dr. Cordier
gestured forward with her left hand and Danny went along in
front of her down the short hall. 
    "We're going to the second room on the right, Danny."
     As doctor and patient vanished into the examining room, Dr.
Cordier closed the door behind her and silence returned to the
waiting room. Danny found it impossible not to stare at Nurse
Rennie sitting at the receptionist's window a few feet away.
Every time he looked at her, she seemed to sense his gaze and
looked up, flashing a big smile which made him look away like a
shy schoolboy. A few minutes later, Dr. Cordier's voice sounded
on the receptionist's intercom. 
    "Judy, we'll need the diaper cart back here, please. Make
sure we have some size 30s and a pair of the blue plastic
pants."      
    "Coming, Dr," Nurse Rennie replied. She stood up and walked
out of her office and into the first examining room. A few
seconds later, she reemerged wheeling a small cart into the
hallway and over to a sliding door not fifteen feet from where
Billy sat. As she opened the sliding door, Billy noticed the top
shelf of the cart contained two bottles of Johnson's baby oil, a
bottle of Johnson's baby lotion, three bottles of baby powder,
and some Vaseline. There was also a small, circular, metal
container about four inches in diameter. The lower shelf of the
cart was piled with what appeared to be folded disposable
diapers and cloth diapers in various sizes, all larger than
anything Billy had ever seen. 
    Nurse Rennie bent down and looked quickly through the
disposable diapers on her cart as if taking inventory. She then
stood up and reached into the closet where Billy glimpsed stacks
of additional diapers in varying sizes. She took four large
disposable diapers from the closet, placed three on the lower
shelf of the cart and left the fourth on the top shelf. She then
opened a little drawer in the bottom of the closet and pulled
out a stack of blue and pink plastic pants in assorted sizes.
She quickly hunted through the pile before selecting a pair of
light blue, semi-transparent pants which she also placed on the
top shelf of the cart. After closing the drawer and the sliding
door to the closet, she turned to push the cart down the hall,
glancing up at Billy. And then she paused to give him the
biggest smile yet as she saw him staring wide-eyed at the her
diaper cart. This time, her smile sent shivers up and down
Billy's spine. It was a smile which made it clear she knew a lot
more than he did. She then pushed the cart down the hall and
disappeared into the examining room at the end where Dr Cordier
had gone. 
     For the next five minutes, Billy strained his ears but
heard nothing from the distant examining room. As his mother
filled out the forms beside him, Danny did his best to read a
magazine all too aware that Danny's mother was quietly studying
him. He looked up twice, directly into her steady gaze only to
retreat quickly into the safety of his magazine. A door opened
in the distance and Nurse Rennie came down the hall to the edge
of the waiting room.
    "The doctor's almost ready for you, Billy. If you'll please
come along with me."
    As he stood up, his mother held his hand for a moment and
cautioned him quietly.
    "Billy, I want you to do everything the doctor or nurses ask
and answer all of their questions. Is that clear?"
    "Yes, mama ... don't worry."
    "That's what I want to hear. I have told Dr. Cordier and
Nurse Rennie to fetch me if you give them any trouble and I do
mean any trouble, young man. I didn't get you all the way down
here for an appointment with a special doctor to have you start
acting up. If you need a reminder from mama about how to behave
with the doctor, it's not going to wait until we get home. Dr.
Cordier has an extra examining room which will be empty in a few
minutes. If she feels you are being uncooperative, she is going
to send Nurse Rennie out here. And if that happens, you will be
taken promptly into that empty room and put over my knee for a
spanking. Do you understand me, child?"
     Billy flushed scarlet as he realized Danny's mother and
Nurse Rennie could probably hear everything his mother was
saying. His worst fears were confirmed as Nurse Rennie laughed
and said, 
     "Mrs. Fontaine, I'm sure Billy will be a good boy for us
today.  Won't you, child? Come along now. We don't want to keep
the doctor waiting"
    Billy blushed even more at these words. Despite his
misgivings about going with Nurse Rennie, he was even more eager
to escape the waiting room for fear his mother had more to say
along these lines. He was also eager to escape the eyes of
Danny's mother and the broad smile which had appeared on his
face. As he followed Nurse Rennie down the hall and into the
first examining room on the right, he realized she gave off a
distinct smell of baby oil and baby power. And when she handed
him a hospital gown, Billy noticed traces of baby powder all
over her fingers. 
    "Here you are, Billy. Please undress completely and get into
this gown. You can have a seat on the examining table here. I'll
be back in a second." 
     Billy hesitated for a few seconds after she closed the door
before undressing quickly and getting into the skimpy gown. The
last thing he wanted was for one of the nurses or doctor to
enter when he was half-undressed. After tying the strings in the
back, he placed his clothes on an empty chair and sat on the
examining table making the white paper crackle with every
movement.   
     A few minutes later, Nurse Rennie returned with the
clipboard and information sheet from his mother. Billy was glad
he had changed quickly because she didn't bother to close the
door behind her. After placing the clipboard on the doctor's
desk, Nurse Rennie tidied up the room and placed a few things on
a little tray. Suddenly, the door to the other examining room
opened and Nurse Leveau emerged holding Danny by the upper arm.
As they passed the open door, Billy noticed Danny's face was red
with embarrassment. Once again, Billy heard a quiet rustling and
crackling noise as Danny walked by. And a fresh smell of baby
oil and powder wafted into the room after he passed.  
     Before Danny could absorb this latest development, Dr.
Cordier appeared in the doorway and said,  
     "Judy, please start getting the usual stats on Billy for
me, height, weight, temp, and so on. I need to speak with
Danny's mother for a few minutes." She closed the door and left
them, her footsteps clicking down the hallway. 

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From: sarah3333@aol.com (Sarah3333)
Subject: ~ASFD  REPOST STORY  "DIAPERED IN TORONTO III" BY RANDY
Date: 31 Oct 1997 15:32:59 GMT



Spanked in Toronto III **

by Randy (with help from his wife, Sarah) 

FICTIONAL SPANKING STORY FOR ADULTS ONLY. DO NOT READ FURTHER IF
YOU ARE UNDER 18. THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION, A "LITTLE BOY"
FANTASY FOR GROWN MEN AND THE WOMEN WHO SPANK THEM. THE AUTHORS
ARE COMPLETELY AGAINST CORPORAL PUNISHMENT OF ANY KIND AND HAVE
WRITTEN THIS STORY AS A FANTASY FOR ADULTS WHO PLAY CONSENTING
SPANKING GAMES. 


After making a few more preparations, Nurse Rennie turned to
Billy and said, 
    "Come along, child. We need to check your weight and your
height. Hop up on this scale for me please." 
    The weights on the scale were at Billy's eye level, giving
him an even closer look at her baby powder covered hands as she
moved the weights back and forth until the scale balanced out. 
     After noting his weight, Nurse Rennie lowered the metal
flange down to the top of his head and wrote down his height.
This, too, was duly noted on his chart. 
    "Good boy ...  now back on the table for me, please. That's
a good boy." 
     As Billy sat on the table, footsteps sounded down the hall
and once again he grew nervous. Sure enough, the door opened and
Dr. Cordier entered, this time leaving the door open behind her. 
     "How's Billy doing, Janet?," the doctor asked.
    "Fine, so far, doctor. I'm just about to check his temp.
Billy please lie back on the table and roll over on your tummy
for me."
    Billy swung his legs up on the table and lay down on his
back presuming his exact position was not important."
    "No, child, I want you on you tummy. I'm going to take your
temperature now." As she spoke, she wheeled the little tray up
beside the examining table so that Billy noticed the jar of
vaseline, Kleenex, and stubby thermometer for the first time.
His eyes widened and fear entered his face for the first time
that day. 
    "Whaa? Nurse Rennie, I'm old enough to use a regular
thermometer ... that's not ..."
    "That's not what your mother tells us, Billy." Dr Cordier
cut him off abruptly. "Apparently you broke your your adult
thermometer yesterday by trying to fake a high fever. I'd say
you're not ready for a big boy thermometer are you, Billy.
Besides, this is the only kind we use here. Now please follow
Nurse Rennie's instructions and roll over." 
     Billy's face flushed at this sudden revelation. He wondered
what else his mother had told them. And he worried that his
bottom might show signs of his recent spanking. As he watched
Nurse Rennie open the jar of vaseline and stick the thermometer
in, he panicked and forgot all about his mother's instructions. 
    "Really, Dr. Cordier ... I'm not sick ... I feel fine ... I
don't even need my temperature checked. I need to go home now
... please ..." His voice quavered openly as he began to lose
control. 
    With a sigh, Dr. Cordier placed her pen on the desk and
said, 
    "Nurse, please fetch Mrs. Fontaine. Billy, what you need is
a good, old fashioned lesson from mommy in how to follow
instructions. You won't be the first older child who needed a
spanking in this office and I'm sure you won't be the last. I'm
sure you'll follow instructions much better after that."
    "No, I'll roll over, I'll roll over," Billy cried out in
sudden alarm as he quickly turned onto his stomach. "Please,
Nurse Rennie, look! I rolled over. You can take my temperature."
    But it was too late, Nurse Rennie paused halfway out the
door and said, 
    "Your mother warned you specifically about what would happen
if you showed any disobedience, young man. And children who
disobey need to be spanked promptly if they are ever to learn to
obey their parents and teachers. If you were my child, your
fanny would already be turned over my knee right now." Calling
down the hall, she called out, 
     "Mrs Fontaine, I'm afraid we will need you after all."
     Billy begged and pleaded while lying on his stomach, hoping
to change their minds up until the last minute.
     "He refused to let me take his temp, Mrs. Fontaine. I'm
sure a quick spanking will do him a world of good."
    "Oh you can be sure of that, Nurse Rennie. Billy, get off
that table immediately or I will spank you right here in this
office ... one ... two ... " 
    Before she could reach three, Billy rolled back over and
swung down onto the floor while begging for mercy and promising
to follow all possible instructions.
    "This won't take long, Dr. Cordier."
     Planting three hard spanks to the back of his gown, she
marched him out of the examining room and into the next room
where she sat down on a straight-backed chair, pulled her
struggling son across her lap, and spanked his bare bottom hard
and fast until it regained most of the redness left after the
earlier spanking. This time, there was no consolation hug or
corner time afterwards. While still crying from pain and acute
embarrassment, Billy was marched back into the other examining
room. For a brief moment, he had a clear view down the hall into
the waiting room where Nurse Leveau was talking to Danny's
mother with Danny standing quietly by her side. All three people
stopped talking and stared as Billy's mother marched him a few
steps down the hall and into the other room. 
     "Thank you, Mrs Fontaine. I'm sure Billy will be a good boy
for the rest of his check-up. You may go back to the waiting
room if you'd like."
    "Thank you, Dr. Cordier. Please feel free to call me again
if he gives you any more trouble."
     Billy was still crying as Nurse Rennie helped him up on the
examining table and swung his legs up after him. He rolled over,
his tears wetting the white hospital paper covering the pillow
as Nurse Rennie raised his gown, spread vaseline on his rectum,
and inserted the thermometer between his bright red cheeks.
    "Billy, I'm recommending to your mother that she use a
rectal thermometer for at least the next year or two and that
she check your temp once a day at bedtime. It may take a few
spankings before you learn to accept a baby thermometer but I
imagine you get used to it in a few weeks. Boys who are immature
and fussy do much better in the end with regular rectal temps.
You'll see. It may even help you settle down at bedtime so you
stay in bed and fall asleep faster. You have been allowed to
grow up too fast, young man, and as a result you've developed
some bad habits. But all that is going to change from now on.
You mother has accepted my recommendation that the clock be
turned back four or five years to fit your true, emotional age
so you can grow up more slowly without the pressures and fears
of a rushed adolescence. This will mean earlier bedtimes,
afternoon naps on weekends and vacations, and more regular
spankings when you are fussy, disobedient, or naughty. You will
also be getting new pyjamas which will make it harder to abuse
yourself: one piece sleepers with zippers in the back. When your
mother finds signs of self-abuse, I have recommended a system of
three to four punishment days immediately following each
episode. A punishment day would mean coming home right after
school during a school day and taken to your room for a spanking
and a nap, followed by homework duty. You would come out of your
room only for an early dinner followed by an early bath, your
temp taking, and a bedtime spanking."
    "I have also recommended that your mother check your
bedsheets and clothing on a daily basis. If signs of self-abuse
persist, your mother will simply turn the clock further back
further and take charge of dressing, undressing and bathing. If
your problem persists, we can always turn back the clock all the
way as we do with the most serious, habitual self-abusers. That
will mean two or three months of nightly diapers and plastic
pants under your sleeper, something which will make it very
difficult to abuse yourself. If you are caught abusing yourself
during the daytime, the diaper punishment can always be extended
to a few weeks or round the clock diapers during weekends and
vacations."
     "I have also recommended that your mother begin employing a
baby sitter at all times when she is out so that you are never
left alone without supervision. Nurse Rennie will be available
for sitting, as will Nurse Leveau. As pediatric nurses, they
both have experience with diapering children of all ages, even
older children such as yourself."  
    Billy continued to cry as Nurse Rennie pulled the
thermometer out, wiped him, and wrote down his temperature on a
special chart. 
     "Nurse Rennie also knows to handle naughty boys who don't
know how to obey."
      "That's right, Billy. I used to be the school nurse over
at Sacred Heart School on St. George and Bloor Streets. So I
know first hand how effective a good spanking can be, especially
with a child who thinks he is too old. I've also done a lot of
babysitting over the years. As a trained nurse, I believe I can
help you learn to control your impulses and be the good boy you
are, deep down inside."

Note: The authors would love to hear from like-minded couples in
the Toronto area.


Spanked in Toronto IV **

by Randy (with help from his wife, Sarah) 

FICTIONAL SPANKING STORY FOR ADULTS ONLY. DO NOT READ FURTHER IF
YOU ARE UNDER 18. THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION, A "LITTLE BOY"
FANTASY FOR GROWN MEN AND THE WOMEN WHO SPANK THEM. THE AUTHORS
ARE COMPLETELY AGAINST CORPORAL PUNISHMENT OF ANY KIND AND HAVE
WRITTEN THIS STORY AS A FANTASY FOR ADULTS WHO PLAY CONSENTING
SPANKING GAMES. 

     Dr. Cordier took a file from the top of her desk and put
Billy's chart in the folder. She then took out a piece of paper
with some writing on it and put it in her clipboard before
settling back in her chair.  
     "Billy, I'd like to ask you some questions and I expect you
to answer me fully and completely. If I feel you are holding
back or not telling the truth, I will ask your mother to come
back here again. She's already told me a great deal about your
situaiton so I'll know if you're lying. Do you understand,
child?"
    "Yesss, Dr. Cordier," Billy stammered through his tears of
shame. 
    A little knock sounded on the door and Nurse Leveau popped
her head in. 
    "How is evrything going in here, Dr. Cordier? Do you need me
for anything?"
     "No, Judy. I think we have everything under control. Billy
has stopped misbehaving after his mother gave him a firm
reminder."
     "Yes, I can see that. Mrs. Fontaine says he's an angel
after a spanking."
     "Most naughty boys are, Polly. Especially boys who are too
big for their britches. We're just about to go over his little
problem."
     "I see. Will you be needing the diaper cart in here today?"
     "No, not today, Polly, though it might be necessary when
Billy comes back for his next check up in a week."
     "Well, I'll leave you alone then. I've got to finish up
some paper work and discuss Billy's babysitting needs with Mrs.
Fontaine. See you later, Billy dear."
      Billy buried his face in the pillow, hiding his tears and
wondering when Nurse Rennie would pull his gown down in back so
his bottom wasn't exposed. Unfortunately, she had seated herself
in a chair against the wall and did not seem concerned in the
slightest. 
 
The authors are a couple in CT who will be visiting Toronto in late Feb.