Philip’s Treatment Homage to Vicky’s, Lip Service by Wincy Willis/Khrissi Martin

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Philip’s Treatment Homage to Vicky’s, Lip Service by Wincy Willis/Khrissi Martin

Chapter 1

Philip Lockhart was turned 17. Too old to go to his old children’s doctor his mother had made an appointment for him with her own Doctor. Dr Leticia Peabody, his mother had raved about how wonderful she was and how much Philip would benefit from seeing her.
Philip wasn’t bothered about doctors, not having ever been ill apart from childhood illnesses. Still, since he was ultimately a mummy’s boy he did as he was told and accompanied his mother who had arranged a check up.
There was nothing wrong with Philip apart from being very small for his age, he still had the voice of a boy and his body remained resolutely hairless. So while he had not experienced adolescence as yet, something inherited from his late father’s side of the family apparently, there were no other areas of concern.
Oh. He did have a rather disconcerting habit of biting his lower lip when he felt nervous or anxious. Especially say when something took him by surprise. This, for some reason appeared to concern his mother almost to the point of paranoia since it concerned Philip not at all.
”I’m sure Dr Peabody can cure you of that terrible habit,” She said as she led him into the clinic.
”Please Mother.” He moaned at her. When it came time for Philip’s examination he was taken to an examination room by a nurse and told to remove his clothing and put on one of the gowns in the closet. “What, even my underwear?”
The nurse laughed. “Of course, how else is Dr Peabody going to exam you silly!” Philip bit down on his lower lip. After removing his clothing Philip opened the cupboard door. Inside was a row of examination gowns all made of translucent pink plastic. Was he supposed to put one of those on?
As he stood there in consternation, the door opened and a very tall woman wearing a white lab coat breezed in.
“What’s the matter dear, do you need help?” Without waiting for a reply she went to the closet and selected a gown. “Here, this one looks about right.”
Philip was mortified at being caught naked, immediately bringing both hands down to cover his privates. The doctor laughed. She reached down and pulled his hands away, slipping them into the sleeves of the gown. She then tied it at the back of his neck and down his back. “There, some nice pretty bows” She laughed. Again Peter bit his lower lip. At that moment his mother came into the room. “There, you see Dr Peabody, that’s what I’ve been telling you about”
”Mother!” Philip was truly mortified now. Philip had thought that going to an adult Doctor meant that his mother would no longer accompany him into the examination room.
”Now Philip dear, you Mother is just concerned.”
 “Hmm.” The Doctor was gazing intently at his lower lip. Philip had an urge to bite it again, but stopped himself. This had the effect of causing his lip to tremble, which Dr Peabody seemed to take note of, peering intently into Philip’s eyes.
Philip looked down at the floor. He saw that the white lab coat ended a few inches above the Dr’s thighs. Her legs were encased in nylons; she had a pair of stylish black pumps on. Philip began to feel a surge in his loins. He looked down in horror at the see through plastic gown. The plastic was making him sweat.
Dr Peabody seemed to be reading his thoughts. She looked down in amusement at the tiny bulge forming in front of Philip.
”Do you like my shoes dear?” she asked in an innocent voice.
”What? Er no, I mean, ... “ Philip bit his lower lip without thinking.
Dr Peabody stared at it intently before Philip realised what he was doing.
”I think I have something that can help Philip’s problem,” she said, turning to his mother. Dr Peabody opened a drawer.
”Open wide Philip.” Philip obliged expecting a tongue depressor. Instead a smooth rubber shaft was slid between his lips. ”Philip must train his lips to remain in a round, almost pouting position”
Dr Peabody said, speaking to his mother and ignoring Philip. “Once he has done this, he will lose the urge to bring the lower lip into his mouth. I would recommend using this tool for an hour after meals and before bedtime. Also, if Philip forgets and bites his lower lip, it can be immediately inserted for a period of time to remind him to keep his lips in a circular fashion.”
His mother looked starry eyed with joy. She had always suspected that Philip’s habit was curable and she now felt vindicated. ”Oh thank you Dr Peabody.”
Dr Peabody looked down at him with a pleased smile. Philip felt foolish. He had been suc-king on the “tool” and this had prevented him from speaking up. He reached up and found that it had a ring on the end. He pulled it out of his mouth and looked at it. It looked like an over-sized baby’s dummy except instead of a bulb it had a longer rubber shaft with a bulb on the end.
”What? I’m supposed to suc-k on this?” Philip was incredulous.
His mother looked down at him furiously. “You’ll do what Dr Peabody recommends.“
Dr Peabody slid the device back between his lips.
”Now Philip dear, you must keep it in until the end of the examination.” Philip was beside himself with anger. But Dr Peabody was a large imposing figure, and his mother was watching him like a hawk for any sign of disobedience.
Reluctantly he kept the dummy in his mouth trying not to suc-k it but annoyingly the saliva would pool in his mouth, until he finally had to swallow with a loud suc-king sound. This elicited giggles from the two women.
”If you just suc-k it slowly and swallow regularly you won’t make that silly sound Philip.” Dr Peabody said in a condescending voice, shaking her head slightly as if he was stupid.
Chagrined, Philip tried suc-king as quietly as he could. In the meantime Dr Peabody had led him by the hand to the scales to be weighed and measured. She was reaching under the pink gown with her stethoscope. He had to breathe in and out with the dummy in his mouth. Suddenly she grabbed hold of one of his testicles. Involuntarily he jumped and gave a muffled squeal.
Dr Peabody laughed and gave the testicle another playful squeeze. “It’s just a hernia test silly! Uh-oh looks like someone’s getting a teeny bit excited…. and I mean a teeny bit”
His mother peered down where the pink plastic gown was minutely tenting.
“Philip! Stop embarrassing me in front of the Doctor, whatever is the matter with you? Don’t make me put you over my knee.”
Philip couldn’t believe his mother had just threatened to spank him after Dr Peabody had made a disparaging remark about his lack of manhood.
Without realising it he started suc-king furiously on the dummy. Dr Peabody kept lightly squeezing and kneading his testicle, releasing it only to grab hold of the other.
”What is the matter with you? You’ve always been a good little boy in that department” His mother appeared to be livid over something he now had no control over.
Dr Peabody finally finished the examination. “Don’t be upset with him Rita. For a boy of his age he is really very poorly developed in that area, I have seen ten-year-old boys better equipped so to speak. I believe this is could well be connected to Philip’s lip biting problem. I’m going to write a prescription.”
Scribbling on a pad she added, ”Now remember, an hour after every meal and then before bedtime and also whenever little Philip has a slip-up. Dr Peabody reached down and gave a playful tug on the ring of Philip’s dummy, adding, “Just call me anytime if you have any problems or questions Rita.”
“Now don’t forget Philip dear, always do what Mother tells you, keep those pretty lips in a nice round pout!” She then gave him a chin tickle and a final babyish pat on the head. Philip groaned. What had he gotten himself into?


Chapter Two
Philip tried to make his dessert last as long as possible. They had eaten late and Philip had dragged out the entire meal. He knew what was coming after his meal. His Mother was sitting expectantly beside him, with a smug smile glued to her lips. He could see her hand twitching toward the plastic case that held his “device.” Without thinking he bit his lower lip.
”There you go again! We’ll have to add on some extra time to your session”
”No Mother, please!”
”Tut-tut. You heard what Dr Peabody said so no fussing now.” She opened the case and extracted the oversized dummy. “Open up for mummy darling.”
Philip began to protest about his mother calling herself mummy but unfortunately his mouth was open and his lips parted just enough for his mother to slip the dummy into his mouth.
“Hush now darling, Dr Peabody knows what is best for you.” His Mother flipped on the TV to a cartoon channel. He tried to watch and not think about the smooth rubber shaft with the bulbous tip that fit snugly into his mouth, but it was difficult with every swallow and unintended slurp causing him to become acutely aware of his suc-king. After about 45 minutes his lips and mouth began to grow tired, further focusing his attention on his suc-king mouth. Finally Philip knew by the fact that he was watching his third cartoon that more than an hour had gone by. He turned to his Mother and pointed at the dummy. She responded with a quizzical look. He pointed again.
”What is it my angel?”
Philip looked at his Mother with exasperation. He pointed to the dummy more emphatically.
”Can Mother help you with something darling?”
He finally lost his temper. He yanked the dummy out from between his sore cheeks. “This damn thing Mother!”
”Philip! How dare you use such foul language?”
”I’m sorry Mother, but I thought it was obvious that I wanted to know if I could take this infernal device out, it’s been more than an hour!!”
”You know Mother had to add on additional time for your slip-up darling. As a matter of a fact I was just getting ready to tell you when you began fussing like a pre-schooler. You know that Dr Peabody made it clear that you’re not to remove your dum…I mean your corrective device until you’ve had it in for the allotted time. If you keep this up I’ll have to call her.”
”Mother, that’s not fair.” She cut off his further protests. Very well, if you run along and put on your pyjamas I will overlook it.” He wanted to say something about such juvenile instructions but thought the better of it. He was just glad to be free of the dummy.
Philip had just come back downstairs read for bed wearing his pyjamas and settled into a chair with a music magazine when he felt a tapping on his shoulder. He looked up to find his Mother standing over him. In her hand was the dummy. Before Philip could react she reached out and cupped the back of his head with one hand, pulled it closer and with her other hand firmly inserted the dummy until the plastic guard was snugly pressing against his lips.
Philip was beside himself. It was barely twenty minutes since he had removed the dummy. He whipped it out of his mouth.
“So, you’ve broken the rules already.”  She said looking at the dummy in his hand.
”Don’t pretend you can’t speak with your corrective device in you mouth.”
”But why should I . . .”
”Honestly Philip, you are acting like that that spoiled little boy that lives across the street you’re not too old to go over my knee if you keep on disobeying me.”
What was she talking about? That was the second time she had mentioned spanking, something she had not administered for several years. He was about to mention this when he realised that she was about to ring Dr Peabody, determined to keep her out of it Philip sighed and placed the dummy into his mouth.
”That’s a good boy!” Mother cooed as she curled her manicured finger into the ring of the dummy so that her polished nail was pressing against the tip of his nose, and pushed it more firmly into his mouth. She then patted his cheek with approval, causing it to flush.
“Now, what did my angel want to tell Mummy?”
He attempted to explain to her why he should not be wearing the device but in actual fact the words were muffled as his lips smacked wetly around the shaft of the dummy. A drop of drool escaped from his mouth and dribbled down his chin.
His Mother brandished her perfumed lace handkerchief. She again cupped one hand around his head, pulled him close and rubbed his chin vigorously with the fragrant lace. “Now darling, you know Dr Peabody said you must also use your device before bedtime. We ate very late tonight and it’s only an hour until your bedtime.”
Dr Peabody didn’t say an hour before bedtime, she said just before bedtime. He voiced that thought in his head but he was just too embarrassed by the muffled slurping sound of his voice and his intense desire to avoid drooling and being subjected to the perfumed handkerchief again to bother attempting to speak with the device in his mouth.
”She said for a period of time before bed and I think an hour is appropriate.”
Philip’s temper finally snapped and he removed the cursed device and hurled it across the room.
His mother said nothing; instead she reached across and grabbed his pyjama sleeve, using it to tug him off balance and flip him onto her lap into the perfect spanking position. Six sharp smacks rained down on to his pyjama-clad bottom. By the fourth he was already flailing his legs wildly crying and begging her to stop.
As quickly as it had begun the spanking ended and she left him caressing his sore bottom as she held the telephone and began to dial.
”Mother, no. There is no need to ring that woman!” Philip pressed his tear-stained face close to his mother’s, begging her not to ring the Doctor.

His Mother ignored him. “Hello Dr Peabody this is Rita. I’m so sorry to be calling you this late. Oh, I appreciate you saying that. Philip is being impossible. He’s already bitten his lip again, and when I told him he had to use his device for an hour before bed he absolutely refused and I had to punish him, yes a spanking. What’s that, 90 minutes? I see, yes of course. You can? Excellent. We’ll see you tomorrow then.”
His Mother replaced the receiver on the cradle. She began to grin at him like the Cheshire cat.
Philip had grasped the essence of the conversation and was speechless. He was suddenly very conscious of the soreness of his jaw and mouth from the day’s sessions with the device.
”Dr Peabody was very disappointed by your behaviour Philip. She is going to see us tomorrow so that some corrective action can be taken. She said that my choice of one hour before bedtime was entirely appropriate but that given the fact that you still forgot and bit your lip, 90 minutes will be the allotted time from now on.”
Philip felt his stomach begin to churn when the implications of his actions began to sink in. “Oh, and she reminded me to give you your medicine.”
She handed him the pink pill and a glass of water.
”What is this anyway?” He asked. His Mother’s eyebrow arched and her eyes glanced toward the telephone. ”Drink it all down like a good boy.” He sighed, hesitated for a moment and then placed the pill in his mouth and swallowed with a gulp of water.
As soon as he had placed it on the table his Mother was sliding the dummy back between his lips.
“There darling. Everything is going to work out splendidly I know.”