The Treatment Room
By M.C.
A mother and daughter design a unique way of taming bullies.


Claire Wilson unlocked the front door to her clinic and led her guest inside.
She then took her into the rather small, padded room. "This is what we call
the 'treatment' room where my daughter and I conduct our sessions. It's kind
of like our workroom, so to speak."

"Hmmm, it's kind of sparse," her guest replied. "All I see are the wrestling
pads covering the floor, a mirror and a chair in the corner. Allow me to
introduce myself. My name is Dr. Nancy Stevenson, but you can call me Nancy.
I'm a psychologist and I specialize in adolescent behavior. I've heard that
you have a very effective way of rehabilitating high school bullies and I'd
like to find out more about your techniques for dealing with this problem and
why it seems to be so effective."

Claire smiled, "Well, fortunately for you Nancy, my daughter will be
conducting a session in just about twenty minutes from now. So I invite you to
watch and I guarantee you, all of your questions will be answered. Come, let's
have a cup pf coffee and I'll explain to you what my daughter and I do here."
Claire prepared two cups of coffee and the women sat down on a sofa facing a
window outside of the room that they were just in. "Look into the window and
tell me what you see."

"Why it's the treatment room that we were just in!" her guest exclaimed. "It's
a two-way mirror."

"That's right," Clare grinned. "And from here we can monitor my daughter's
session with the high school bully that she's going to 'treat' today."

"Yes, but what does your daughter actually do in there to get bullies to
behave themselves and stop picking on the weaker students? This has been a
problem that I've been dealing with for a long time; and, I have to admit, I
haven't found an effective solution for it yet."

Nancy's question was met by a sly smile. "You'll see. Just be patient and
you'll understand everything. I promise you." Just then the front door of the
clinic opened and a very pretty blond girl entered. "Hi mom," she said with a
smile. "Has my client arrived yet?"

"Not yet Jane, but he'll be here soon. In the meantime I'd like you to meet
our guest. Nancy, this is my daughter Jane who will be conducting the session
this afternoon. Jane, this is Dr. Nancy Stevenson. She's a psychologist who
has heard about our sessions and how effective they are and she wants to see
firsthand how they work."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Dr. Stevenson," Jane said as she shook her hand
(Nancy was impressed at the strength of the girl's grip).

"You can call me Nancy. Why are you dressed in leotards and a ballerina's tutu
Jane?"

"Because I just came from my ballet class and I didn't have time to change.
And besides, these clothes are very flexible, as they need to be for the work
I'm about to do." Jane looked over at her mother and they shared a grin.

"O.K. Jane," Claire said," your client should be here any minute now so you'd
better go into the treatment room and get yourself ready." And two minutes
after she had done so there was a knock on the front door. "Wait here Nancy,
I'll be back in a few minutes and then we can watch Jane's session together
and I'll explain our procedure." Then she went out to meet her guests. "Hello
Mrs. Johnson," Claire said as she greeted a woman and the very large boy that
was with her, "welcome to my clinic. Please come in." Once they were inside
Clare asked the woman, "So Mrs. Johnson, what seems to be the problem with
your son and how can we help him here?"

Mrs. Johnson pointed to the large, well-built boy standing next to her. "This
is my son, Mark," she began. "He's is always picking on the kids at school
that are weaker than he is and, as you can see, that's just about everybody in
Wilson High, his school. The principal told me that if he doesn't change his
behavior immediately he'll be expelled from school. I'm a single mother and
I'm at my wits end as to how to deal with this problem. I've heard that you
have a very successful method of dealing with problems like mine. So can you
possibly help me?"

Claire smiled. "Why of course Mrs. Johnson, that's what we do here. Just leave
Mark here for two hours and I can virtually assure that your problem will be
solved. Our 'treatment' costs $500 and it also comes with a guarantee."

"Or really, what's that?"

"That if Mark should ever return to his bullying ways again, our next
treatment will be free of charge. All you have to do now is go out, do some
errands and come back in two hours and I believe everything should be fine."

"But how.how will you do it Claire? I've been trying forever to get him to
stop his bullying of other students. He's been through counseling for years
and nothing has worked. And here you claim to be able to do it in just two
hours? How? What's your secret?"

"I'm afraid that our methods will have to remain a secret Mrs. Johnson. It's
very, well, delicate I guess you could say. Just come back here in two hours
and I promise you that you'll see a dramatic difference in your son's
behavior. And you can pay me when you return to pick him up."

Claire led the somewhat skeptical mother to the office door and bid her
farewell. And as she left, Claire called out, "Don't worry Mrs. Johnson,
everything will be all right." Then, turning her attention back to the large,
tough looking boy standing in front of her, Claire called out, "Jane, come out
and meet Mark, your client for this afternoon."

The door to the treatment room opened and the beautiful 17 year-old blond
walked out. Still dressed in her ballet tutu, Jane looked up at him (he
towered over her) and smiled, "Hello Mark, my name is Jane. Let's go into the
treatment room now so we can get started with your session." The large bully,
perplexed now that he would be having a session with a young girl instead of
the male therapists that he was used to, followed her into the room. Just
before she locked the door behind her, Jane looked back at her mother and
winked.

Claire returned to the side room opposite the two-way mirror where she had
left Nancy. "O.K. Now you'll have a ring-side seat as to how we conduct our
sessions in the treatment room and I'll explain to you what's going on and why
I believe our method has been so successful in retraining bullies."

After she locked the treatment room door behind her, Jane led Mark to the
center of the room. Then she stood before him with her hands on her hips. "So,
you're the rough, tough bully that's been terrorizing all of the students at
Wilson High eh? You don't look so tough to me. Let's see just how tough you
really are." WHAM! And with a lightning-quick and surprisingly hard roundhouse
kick to the side of his face, Jane sent the much larger boy reeling backwards.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! Her kick was quickly followed by four strong
thrusts from her small but rock hard fists which went deep into Mark's
stomach. "A little soft in the tummy I see," Jane laughed. And when Mark
keeled over, Jane landed another hard kick, this time right underneath his
chin which sent him to the mats.

"The first part of Jane's session consists of giving the bully a beating,"
Claire calmly told her guest. Nancy was staring into the two-way mirror -
totally transfixed after watching how easily this normal sized girl (Jane
stood five feet-six inches tall and weighed around 130 pounds) was able to
floor the six foot-three inch, 220 pound bully.

"Wow! She's a really good fighter!" Nancy exclaimed.

Claire grinned. "She should be; after all, I've been training her for fourteen
years now. My daughter holds first degree black belts in both tai kwon do and
king fu and she can shatter bricks and boards with both her hands and feet.
And she's rather strong too. Her fighting skills come from martial arts, her
agility from ballet and her strength from weight lifting."

WHACK! POW! SMASH! WHAM! After Mark got up, Jane sent him down to the mats
again with a vicious combination of well-placed punches and kicks. She then
looked into the mirror where she knew her mother and Nancy would be watching
and winked again.

"You see Nancy, as I said the first part of her session in the treatment room
is for Jane to give the bully such a thorough and comprehensive beating that
his macho ego will be severely shaken. After all, what rough, tough, macho boy
like Mark can deal with the fact that he's being beaten up so easily by a much
smaller girl? But that's the idea to taming bullies - to break down their huge
ego and then crush it to smithereens."

"How will she do that?" Nancy asked.

Claire simply said, "Just continue watching Nancy and you'll see."

SMACK! POW! THUD! WHACK! As Jane's relentless pounding of the totally
outclassed bully continued, the pretty girl began to tease him while she was
beating him up. "So you're the toughest guy in all of Wilson High," Jane said
as she landed a strong series of punches to Mark's face and midsection. "Why
my little sister gives me harder workouts than this; and she's only fifteen."
WHAM! And with another solid kick to Mark's jaw Jane sent him down again.
While the large, stunned boy was slowly getting to his feet, Jane fluffed up
her long, pretty blond hair.

"Now Jane is slowly easing into the second part of her session," Claire told
Nancy. "The complete and utter humiliation of the bully. This is why I don't
allow parents to watch our sessions in the treatment room. After all, what
mother or father could stand to watch their big, strong son being totally
beaten up and humiliated by a smaller girl?"

SMASH! THUMP! POW! Jane sent Mark to the mats yet again. "Boy, what would the
kids at Wilson High think of their rough, tough bully now if they saw how
easily this little girl was beating you up Markie? I'll bet they wouldn't
think that you're such a tough guy anymore; tee, hee." Once again Jane fluffed
up her long, pretty blond hair (she does this to further rub in the fact that
it was a girl who was mopping the floor with him). "Don't you think I have
pretty hair Markie?" Jane teased. "It's so soft and fluffy."

Watching this 130 pound girl wearing a ballet tutu smashing the 220 pound
bully all around the treatment room and teasing him as she did so was a very
impressive sight for Nancy to witness. "Jane's absolutely amazing!" she
remarked. "Has she ever dealt with a boy that she couldn't beat in a fight
Claire?"

"Not yet," came the reply. Then Claire added, "I trained her rather well;
don't you think?" The question was, of course, rhetorical.

"What's this free session I heard you talking about with Mark's mother?"

"If after Jane's session in the treatment room the boy returns to his bullying
ways, then she'll go over to his school and beat him up again; only then it
will be in front of all of the students, free of charge."

"And has she ever had to do that?"

"Not yet," Claire said with a laughed. "After all Nancy, what boy wants to go
through this again, and in public? And Jane isn't even through with him."

Crack! For the umpteenth time Jane put Mark down again with yet another
powerful kick to his already battered face. By now Mark was totally beaten; he
had no fight left in him. And as he lay there on his back on the mats Jane
continued to tease him. "Oh you poor thing you, beaten up by a little girl.
Why I didn't even get my pretty hair mussed; tee, hee, hee." Jane fluffed up
her hair again. "Like I said before Markie, even my fifteen year-old sister
could probably beat you up just as easily as I just did."

"Now Jane is going into full humiliation mode," Claire explained to Nancy.

"And what does that entail?"

"As I said before, after first giving the bully a comprehensive beating, Jane
will now proceed to demolish what's left of his macho ego by breaking him down
through various forms of humiliation. And once his ego has been completely
shattered, it's highly unlikely that he'll ever bully any of his fellow
students; unless he wants to go through this all over again in front of his
whole school and I rather doubt that he wants to do that."

"And what is the chair used for?"

"You'll see Nancy. We haven't come to that part yet."

Jane stood over the large boy that she had just battered into submission with
her fists and feet and smiled down at him with her hands in her hips. She was
wondering what kind of humiliation she should now put him through in order to
completely destroy what remained of the macho, tough-guy image that he had of
himself (she had, along with her mother, developed a variety of techniques
suitable for the purpose of doing so). After a few moments of thought, she
decided to use her favorite one.

As she was straddling his chest, Jane turned around. "Don't I have a cute
little tushie Markie? And isn't it even cuter when I'm wearing my tutu? Here,
let me give you a closer look." Jane then proceeded to sit down on Mark's face
and began to move back and forth, all the while continuing to tease the large,
but now helpless boy. "Isn't my tushie cute?" she giggled.

"This is Jane's favorite part of her session," Claire said to Nancy. "Not that
she doesn't like the beating mind you, she does. But I think she enjoys
humiliating the bully even more."

The sight of this beautiful girl dressed in a tutu giggling as she humiliated
the large, strong boy lying beneath her by rubbing her tushie in his face
while he was helplessly lying beneath her was indeed a sight to behold. In
desperation Mark reached his strong arms up and tried to dislodge her. But,
unfortunately for him, Jane was ready for this as she had seen it many times
before with her other clients. "Oh no you don't big boy," Jane laughed as she
grabbed Mark by the wrists. "You're not getting up until I say so." And
despite his strength, the surprisingly strong girl easily held his arms in
place as she continued to rub her tushie back and forth across his face. "How
we doing down there Markie? Do you like my cute little tushie? Tee, hee, hee."

"Yes," Nancy agreed, "your daughter definitely seems to be enjoying herself.
You must be very very proud of her. Do you do any sessions yourself Claire?"

"Yes; I handle the abusive husbands. It requires a different kind of beating
and humiliation and I don't think that Jane is quite ready for it. She's only
seventeen you know. So she handles the high school bullies and I deal with the
abusive husbands and we split all the money 50-50. It's a pretty good
business."

Jane decided that Mark had had enough now as he was on the verge of tears. So
it was now time for the last part of her session - the spanking. She got up
and walked over to the corner where the chair was and placed it in the center
of the room. Then she walked back to where the hapless Mark was lying, grabbed
him by the collar of the sweatshirt he was wearing and, literally dragged the
220 pound boy over to the chair (once again, Nancy was amazed at Jane's
strength). Jane sat down on the chair and, still holding Mark firmly by his
sweatshirt, yanked him across her knees and pulled his pants down to his
thighs, revealing his naked buttocks.

"My, my Markie, you have a cute tushie too; tee, hee. But since you've been a
very naughty boy I'm going to have to spank it." Jane then raised her strong
right hand and proceeded to give the large, tough bully a good, hard spanking.
"Naughty, naughty boy," she teased as she spanked his bottom. And even after
Mark started to cry, Jane continued to spank him.

"It may seem like Jane's being a bit cruel with her spanking," Claire
explained to Nancy, "but it's all for his own good. After this session I'm
sure that Mark will behave himself and be a good boy. After all, as I said
earlier, who wants to go through this all over again?"

Finally (and mercifully for Mark) Jane stopped spanking him. She let him cry
draped across her thighs for a few minutes before softly saying, "Have you
learned your lesson here today Markie?"

"Yes," he sobbed.

"And you're not going to be a bully anymore, are you?"

"No. No I won't. I promise."

"That's good. Because if I ever hear that you've started to bully the other
kids again, then I'm going to go to your school and what I did to you here in
the treatment room I'll do in front of your whole school. Do you understand?"

"Yes Jane. I won't bully anyone, ever again."

"Good," Jane said as she gently patted his badly bruised tush. She then looked
into the two-way mirror and gave her mother and Nancy the 'thumbs up' sign.
After Mark's surprised but grateful mother returned to pick up her son, she
paid the $500 and thanked Claire and Jane profusely. "Another satisfied
customer," Jane giggled as she watched Mark and his mother leave the clinic.

"All in a day's work."

"Jane, I'd like to ask you a few questions about your 'job', if you don't
mind," Nancy asked.

"Sure thing. I don't mind at all. Ask away."

"You seemed to really enjoy the beating and humiliation you just gave that
bully, not to mention the spanking. When did you realize that you had a knack
for this sort of thing?"

"I think that the first time I realized this was when I was around thirteen
years old when I started middle school. There was this big, tough bully, the
toughest boy in our school and everybody was afraid of him. One day I saw him
picking on a friend of mine. I warned him to lay off but he just laughed at
me."

"So what did you do?"

The pretty blond smiled and said, "I beat the crap out of him and then gave
him a good spanking. It felt soooo good too. In fact I think I had my first
orgasm when he started to cry while I was spanking him. Needless to say, he
never bullied anybody again. So I guess that's when I first realized that I
really enjoyed this sort of thing. And when I told my mom about how good I
felt when I did it, she got the idea of teaching me how to become a bully
trainer. Isn't that right mommy?" Claire nodded in agreement.

"It's not only fun to beat up rough, tough guys, but I also think that
teaching them a good lesson and retraining them to be nice boys is a good
thing. And besides, where else can a 17 year-old girl earn $500 a week (Jane
averages two sessions a week) by working only a few hours and doing something
that she really enjoys? It's certainly a hell of a lot better than the
waitressing jobs that some of my girlfriends do. They complain about it all
the time."

Satisfied that she had learned all she needed to know about Claire and her
daughter's unique method of training bullies to behave themselves, Dr.
Stevenson bid these remarkable females farewell and left. "When is my next
session scheduled for mommy?" Jane asked.

"Tomorrow afternoon. In fact, he might even be somebody you know. I believe he
goes to your school."

"Oh really? What's his name?"

"Robert Morgan. Do you know who he is?"

Jane's face suddenly lite up. "Robert Morgan? Of course I do. He's the star
quarterback of our high school football team, and a real cutie pie too. But I
don't know him to be a bully."

"Maybe at school he isn't. But he's always picking on his little sister at
home and never helps his parents with the household chores. He's probably one
of those pompous, conceited jocks who thinks the world owes him everything.
Just the kind that needs to be taught a good lesson (smirk)." Then Claire
looked at her daughter and became a bit more serious. "I hope that the fact
that you think he's cute won't get in the way of you doing your job Jane.
Because if you think it will, then maybe I should 'take care' of him myself."

Jane thought about it for a few moments before saying, "No mommy, that won't
be necessary. I'll handle him. After all, it's my job isn't it?"

The Following Afternoon

True to her word, Jane gave the all-star quarterback of her high school
football team her usual comprehensive beating that she gives to all of her
clients. Same with the humiliation (although Jane did have an orgasm while she
was rubbing her tushie in his face). Only during the spanking did the pretty
blond ease up after Robert began to cry. "Oh you poor boy," Jane cooed. "Was
the little girl too rough for the big, strong football star?" (Robert stood
six feet-two inches tall and weighed 210 muscular pounds, but, like with Mark
the day before, he was no match for Jane's awesome fighting skills).

"Yes!" he cried. "Please stop spanking me Jane. You're humiliating me. Please
stop!"

"Will you be a good boy from now on and stop bullying your little sister and
help your parents with the chores around the house?"

"Yes, yes. I'll do all of those things. But please don't spank me anymore."

"Very well then. Get up." After he had done so Jane made Robert sit down on
the chair. Then she sat down on his lap, took out a tissue from her pocket and
began to gently wipe the tears from his eyes. "And when your mother and sister
arrive I want you to give your sister a nice big hug, a kiss and then
apologize for bullying her all these years. Understand?"

When Robert didn't answer her right away, Jane grabbed him firmly by his shirt
collar, looked him eyeball- to-eyeball and said in a stern tone of voice,
"When I ask you a question Robert I expect you to answer me; I'm not going to
asked you again. Are you going to hug and kiss your sister and apologize to
her, or do you want me to work you over some more?"

"No. No. Please don't. I'll do what you ask Jane. I promise." (He was shaking
as he said this).

"Good," Jane said and patted the large boy on the head as one would a small
puppy. "Now, let's get you cleaned up so you'll be presentable to your mom and
sister when they come." Jane led the battered and completely disheveled Robert
into the bathroom and tried, as best as she could, to clean him up from the
beating she just gave him. "There," Jane said at length, "that's about the
best I can do Robbie" (he hated to be called Robbie, it reminded him of when
he was a little boy. But there really wasn't anything he could do about it
when Jane called him that).

When his mother and sister arrived, Robert apologized to both of them,
promised to be more helpful around the house and, swallowing what was left of
his pride, hugged and kissed his little sister (what other choice did he have
with Jane standing near-by and watching his every move?). But Robert's ordeal
wasn't over yet; in fact, it were just beginning.

"Mrs. Morgan," Jane asked, "would it be O.K. if I took Robert home with me?
There are a few more things I'd like to talk over with him."

Robert's mother agreed and, after she and Robert's sister left the clinic,
Jane smiled up at the now very confused and frightened boy. "You beat me up,
humiliated me and then spanked me to tears; what more do you want to do to me
Jane?"

The pretty blond smiled and took Robert firmly by the hand (like Nancy, he too
was impressed by the strength of her grip). Jane led him outside where her
Kawasaki 500cc motorcycle was parked ."Get on the back seat Robbie and don't
feel shy about holding on to me if you feel you need to. This is going to be a
fun ride." At first Robert's masculine pride prevented him from holding on to
Jane. But after she gunned up her motorcycle and began expertly weaving in and
out of traffic at high speed, he broke down and wrapped his arms tightly
around her waist. "Ooooh, what a wonderful feeling," Jane said to herself as
he held on to her tightly. "We'll definitely have to do this more often."

Jane drove her Kawasaki into the driveway and parked it. "Get off and follow
me Robbie," she Said. Meekly he did as he was told. Jane led him into her
house, sat him down on the sofa and sat down next to him (she couldn't help
but notice that he was shaking again, a sight which made her giggle). "What's
the matter tough guy?" she teased. "You don't want to be with a girl who just
beat you up, rubbed her tushie in your face and spanked you? Tee, hee, hee."

"Haven't you done enough to me already today Jane? What else do you want to do
to me?"

"This Robbie." Jane wrapped her surprisingly strong arms around Robert and
gave him the longest and most passionate kiss that she had ever given anybody
before (it was something that she had fantasized about ever since she first
laid eyes on him). After their kiss, Jane confessed to Robert that she had had
a crush on him for nearly two years. "And now that I'm seventeen and my mom
and dad said that I can start dating guys, I've decided to make you my
boyfriend."

"First you beat me up and humiliated me Jane. Then you spanked me until I
started crying after which you forced me to apologize and kiss my sister. And
now you want me to be your boyfriend? What makes you think that I would want
you for a girlfriend after what you did to me today? And besides, I already
have a girlfriend - Karen, the head cheerleader."

Jane thought for a few moments, pondering how she should respond. Because she
had no real experience with boys (except to beat them up and humiliate them of
course) Jane was unsure about how to deal with this situation. Finally, she
decided to respond in the only way she knew how. "Well Robbie, if you don't
agree to be my boyfriend, then tomorrow I'm going to beat you up and spank you
again - only this time I'll do it at school where everyone can watch. And as
far as Karen is concerned, leave her to me. I'll take care of that."

When Jane saw that tears were beginning to form in Robert's eyes and he
appeared to be on the verge of crying, she put her strong arms around him
again and gave him another long and passionate kiss. Then she put her head on
his shoulder and her arm around him. "You'll see Robbie," Jane said softly, "I
think we'll be good for each other. You need a strong girl like me to keep you
in line, and I need a handsome hunk like you for a boyfriend. Yes Robbie, I
really believe that we'll be great for each other." Robert, forced to accept
that he really didn't have any other choice in the matter, quietly began to
sob. And as Jane hugged him, she thought to herself, "he'll eventually come
around to like me and everything will be all right in the end; I just know it
will."

Epilogue: The Following Afternoon After School

Jane drove her Kawasaki into the driveway, parked it and then she and Robert
got off. When they got to the front door, the pretty girl bent over and lifted
her 210 pound boyfriend over her right shoulder. She wrapped her right arm
around his ankles so he wouldn't fall off and, giggling like a little girl,
she opened the door and went inside. "Hi mommy," Jane said upon entering.

"Hi kids," Claire casually replied, seemingly oblivious to the fact that her
daughter had a 210 pound football player slung over her shoulder. "Dinner will
be ready in about two hours. How was your day honey?"

"Oh it was wonderful! I'm taking Robbie upstairs to my bedroom. Call me when
dinner is ready." Then, seemingly without exerting any effort at all, Jane
proceeded to carry her large boyfriend up the stairs. Upon entering her
bedroom she plopped him down on her bed and jumped on top of him. Sitting on
his chest, straddling his head in between her legs, Jane smiled down at him
and said, "I had a private little chit-chat with Karen in school today Robbie
and I explained to her about the new situation between you and me."

"And what did she say?"

Jane began to giggle again. "Well it was kind of hard to understand what she
was saying since I had her draped across my thighs and was spanking her at the
time; tee, hee, hee. But I think she understands now. I wouldn't worry too
much about her though sweetie pie. Karen's a very pretty girl and I'm sure
she'll have absolutely no problem whatsoever finding herself another
boyfriend. But you're the guy for me."

Jane laid down on top of Robert and sighed. "We have a couple of hours until
din-din is served honeybunch. So let's do some serious cuddling." And so they
did. And in the end Jane proved to be right about how her relationship with
Robert would evolved; for he not only eventually came around to liking her,
but fell madly in love with this strong, dominate and beautiful girl. And they
lived happily ever after.