Chains that Bind – Chapter Two
“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, “Fuck 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 mouth 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 whrn mr. 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.
The End of Chains that Bind – Chapter Two.
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