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 One

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.”

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Chapter Three A
Philip slurped noisily. He had been eating the most delicious ice cream cone while holding fast to someone’s hand.  He was naked underneath the see through pink gown he wore for the examination and he realised they were wandering around a fair. Everyone was staring at him as they walked past. He felt tiny next to the very tall person holding his hand. When he followed the arm of the hand that held his fast he could see Dr Peabody smiling down at him serenely. Then suddenly her face was right next to his, and she had a much wider smile on her face. She leaned close and planted a big wet sloppy kiss on his cheek. She pulled away, laughed, and then zoomed in and planted an even bigger, wetter, sloppier kiss on the same cheek, so that Philip could feel the saliva running down his cheek, coating it wetly. His cheek was so wet. It was embarrassing. So thoroughly wet.
The world melted away and Philip found himself in his bed, the quilt tucked around him so tightly that his legs felt like thousands of pins were prickling them when he tried to move them. The side of his face pressed against his pillow was soaking wet and as he squinted to try and work out why this was his lips closed around the shaft of the slick dummy that had been dangling half in, half out of his mouth. It was obvious that he had been drooling freely for quite some time because his cheek and chin were wet with saliva and the damp patch stain on the pillow was enormous.
He peeled his cheek from the wet pillow, and struggled to sit up in bed, straining to pull the quilt free from where it had been so tightly tucked, deep beneath his mattress. Finally he broke free and only then did he realise the dummy was still in his mouth. He spat it out in disgust. His lips still felt sore and he knew with a sinking feeling that he’d been suc-king on the dummy in his sleep.
The room was still pitch black. His mind felt fuzzy. He remembered becoming very tired and wanting to lie down but Mother kept saying he hadn’t finished his hour yet. She finally agreed that he could lie down if he kept his device in his mouth and she’d tell him when to take it out. That was the last thing he remembered. He clenched his fists with determination. He was going to put a stop to this. He’d speak to Mother about it the first chance he got.
They had left as soon as breakfast was over so Philip was actually in the middle of his after-meal hour as they made the short drive to Dr Peabody’s office. He sat in the rear of Mother’s car staring glumly out of the window. He could see the reflection of the ring and mouth guard of the white plastic dummy moving rhythmically beneath his nose in the glass. He should have been in school, but Mother had called and told them he had a medical appointment. He was wearing his Sunday best jacket with a white shirt and a red tie. Because the weather was unusually warm, Mother had insisted he put on his regulation, grey short trousers that he used to wear during summer term. Of course that meant he was also wearing his knee length grey socks. Mother had insisted that he look “presentable” for Dr Peabody, apparently she didn’t care how ridiculous that look was.
He had gotten nowhere with his protestations to Mother. She said he was fast asleep when she came to tell him that he could remove the dummy, and that he was sleeping quite contentedly. She saw no point in disturbing him by removing it so she had carried him to bed and tucked him in and turned out the light.
His complaining only annoyed her. “I assumed the device would soon fall out of your mouth of its own accord Philip, I didn’t realize that you’d decide to nurse it like a baby’s dummy all night long! Besides, I found on the floor when it was time for your after-breakfast session! Just wait till Dr Peabody hears about that!”
Philip was beside himself with anger but hated to talk with the dummy in his mouth. As soon as Mother mentioned Dr Peabody he remembered his dream, and felt himself redden. He remembered the slickness of the pink plastic gown and bowing his head in shame as he envisaged Dr Leticia Peabody and her fluttering fingers.
The receptionist betrayed the tiniest of smiles when she saw first Mother and then Philip enter the waiting area. Philip’s head was down but the white guard and ring were plainly visible against his face and he was conscious of his short trousered, schoolboy appearance.
They were ushered into Dr Peabody’s office. Philip sat uncomfortably against the edge of his chair while his Mother gave her laundry list of complaints to the doctor. She listened intently, turning to look at Philip when each transgression was explained. Dr Peabody pushed her chair out from her desk and swivelled to face Philip. She crossed her legs, and Philip could see she was wearing a pair of high heels similar to the one she’d had at his examination. They appeared to be made of alligator skin. Philip fidgeted in his seat.
”Well, I had hoped that Philip would be cooperative in his treatment, these things progress so much easier and quickly when the patient follows the proscribed regimen. The problem is that cutting a session short can set back the whole programme. Fortunately I have developed tools to rectify a situation like this.”
Dr Peabody went to a cabinet and removed a box. She opened it and extracted what looked like a pink vinyl ball with a cuff on one end, from which some laces were dangling.
”Give me your handy pandy Philip.” Still seated, Philip extended his hand. Dr Peabody took hold of either side of the cuff revealing a slit. She pulled the ball over Philip’s hand. The inside felt like a soft squishy cavity that seemed small but expanded to accept Philip’s entire hand. Dr Peabody pulled firmly on the laces and Philip felt the cuff draw tightly against his wrist. Dr Peabody tied the laces into a large bowknot, and then doubled it, giving a final yank. “Now the other.” Philip hadn’t a clue as to what was going on, and before he could really process what was happening Dr Peabody had already pulled a second mitten over Philip’s other hand, and was tightening the laces in a business like fashion. She stepped back to admire her work. “There we are!”
Philip looked down at his hands. They weren’t really mittens, the padding inside was extremely thick, with the pink vinyl covering stretched tightly over it. Philip’s hands were both balled up into fists and there was no room inside the mittens that would allow him to extend his fingers or even his thumb.
Philip’s thoughts were interrupted when Dr Peabody abruptly pulled the dummy out from between his surprised lips with a loud “pop.”
”Philip showed that he couldn’t be trusted to keep his device inserted for the proscribed amount of time. And it’s vital that he get the full benefit of his treatment.” Dr Peabody tossed the white dummy down onto her desk, reached inside the box and removed another dummy. This one was pink. The plastic mouth guard was even larger, so large that instead of a round circle, it had a V at the top to accommodate the nose, giving the guard an almost heart shape. Instead of laying flat against the lips, on each side the plastic narrowed and flared out, hooking around to the front. Philip didn’t like the look of it. Even the yellow rubber shaft seemed thicker and longer than the original device.
”Open wide Philip dear.” Dr Peabody stood over him expectantly. Philip could see his Mother poised in her chair, waiting for any hint of disagreement on his part. He couldn’t contain himself.
”Why does it have to be pink?” He brought his arms up to emphasize his point, only to be reminded that both of his hands were already imprisoned in similarly hued vinyl spheres that squeaked noisily when he brought them together. His mother glared at him.
“Because pink is very soothing,” she explained. “With a nervous condition such as yours pink is ideal for relaxing and calming the subject.”
Dr Peabody held the new pink dummy inches from his face, with an amused smile on her face. “Now be a good boy and open nice and wide for the doctor.”
Grudgingly Philip opened his mouth to accommodate the new pink horror in her hand. Finally with a “that’s a clever boy” Dr Peabody slid the dummy into Philips mouth until the guard was flush against his lips. Philip was aware of the top of the guard flaring up in a semi-circle on either side of his nose.
”The important thing is that Philip keep his device inserted for the proscribed period of time “
As she spoke Dr Peabody removed a thick rubber strap, also pink, with hooks on either end. She hooked one end around the flared hooking end of the dummy and brought the strap around the back of Philip’s head. Philip felt in stretch tightly against the back of his head for a moment, and then Dr Peabody had hooked the other end of the opposite side of the mouth guard and let go. Philip felt the rubber shaft of the dummy being forced deeply into his mouth, while the plastic mouth guard pressed tightly against his lips. Involuntarily he reached up with his hand, only to have the fat round pink ball that encased his hand glance awkwardly against the ring of the dummy. He held up both hands and tried to grip the ring between them, it was impossible to grip in this fashion everything just slipped off the slippery pink vinyl.

Dr Peabody smiled at Philip’s futile movements. “As you can see Rita, these tools ensure that Philip will complete his proscribed sessions with his device. The hand restraints, coupled with the elasticated strap make it impossible for Philip to take or spit out his device. It can only be removed by you when the session has been completed satisfactorily.”

Dr Peabody gave Philip a final satisfied smile before turning back to his Mother. ”Now Rita, I’ll leave it up to you as to when Philip may return to his original equipment and be trusted to complete his treatments voluntarily. If I were you I would base it on how obediently he behaves in all other areas.” She reached down and chucked Philip under the chin, tilting his head back until he was forced to stare into her merrily twinkling eyes. “You will be a good boy for Mother won’t you Philip my poppet?”
Unable to avert her gaze and, with the new dummy pressed tightly inside his mouth, Philip silently nodded his head.
“Splendid!” Dr Peabody sat back down and made to pick up the telephone.
“I better ring up the nurse at Philip’s school and explain that he will be undergoing treatments after lunch for the next couple of weeks. She’s a good friend of mine and I know she’ll do an excellent job at helping Philip into his equipment.”
Philip sprang out of his seat. “Wath?” The word was barely intelligible as saliva sprayed in all directions.
”You see what I mean Dr Peabody?” Philip’s mother wasted no time in furiously pushing Philip back into his chair. She stood behind him and kept both hands firmly on his shoulders, pinning him into the chair. “He promises to be a good boy for his Mother and then seconds later acts out like a fussy spoiled little baby.”
Philip’s Mother pointed to the flecks of drool that dotted Philip’s suit jacket. “What’s more, he’s been ruining his clothes with his constant drooling.”
Dr Peabody frowned and shook her head. “Yes I can see that. Most disappointing.” Philip’s chest was heaving. What was going to happen now! He started panting, his lips fluttering about the smooth rubber shaft of the dummy. He flailed his arms helplessly in front of himself as the pink mittens encasing his hands reflected the overhead lights. His Mother however kept him sitting firmly in the chair.
”The drooling problem can be rectified.” Dr Peabody said. Opening a drawer she took out a neat pile of folded pink cloth items. She shook out the top one. It was a large rectangular bib, white terry towelling cloth on one side and pink plastic on the other that was stitched to form a border around the edge of the bib with darker, pink thread.
Long pink satin ribbons were attached to either side of the curved top. Dr Peabody leaned over in front of Philip and placed the bib under his chin. Digging her nails more firmly into one shoulder, Mother pushed on the back of his head with her other hand so that Dr Peabody could tie the bib snugly around Philip’s neck. “There we are, a nice big pretty bow!”
Philip’s agitation only increased further. First a dummy and now a bib in pastel pink! He was afraid to know just what he looked like, especially with these pink hand restraints. He was breathing so hard you would have thought he had just run up a flight of steps. A line of drool had already dribbled onto the bib and made a small wet stain.
Dr Peabody looked at the bib and nodded. “Yes, I can see that you better keep little Philip in bibs from now on Rita. Here are half a dozen more that you can take home with you.” She handed the remaining stack to Philip’s mother, who took them gratefully and assured Dr Peabody that they would be put to good use. Although Philip could not see his mother’s face he could feel the anger in her hands that kept him pinned in his chair, and hear the steely determination in her voice as she thanked Dr Peabody.
Dr Peabody again stood in front of Philip, and chucked him under the chin. He tried to look away but could not avert her gaze. She smiled down at him and used her other hand to wipe a bit of moisture from his eyes. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Philip, Philip, Philip.” She shook her head in a condescending way, and made annoying tusking sounds with her tongue. “What are your Mother and I going to do with you? Didn’t you promise to be a good boy from now on?”

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Chapter Three B

She patted his cheek and gave the pink ring of the dummy a playful tug, as it to confirm that it was held firmly in Philip’s mouth by the taut pink rubber strap. Philip was acutely aware of Dr Peabody’s fingers tilting his chin upwards and her face looming over him, her eyes twinkling as she continued to shake her head and click her tongue. He desperately tried to calm himself and stop breathing so heavily and could only blink his eyes stupidly in response.
”Why did you get so fussy when I mentioned calling your school nurse? Are you embarrassed about using your device at school?”
Philip nodded his head vigorously up and down, his cheeks blowing out as he suc-ked the dummy harder in his haste to answer in the affirmative.
Dr Peabody smiled and shook her head, looking at Philip like he was slightly stupid.
“Why you are such a silly boy, we can make other arrangements if it concerns you so much. Dr Peabody gave his cheek a final pat before sitting back behind her desk and picking up the phone.
“Now who was a silly Billy, or should I say a silly Philly? Hmm?” Dr Peabody looked at him with amused expectancy. Philip was so relieved he hadn’t to face his classmates wearing his device that he pointed to himself, forgetting about his hand restraints and comically poked himself in the centre of his bib.
Dr Peabody and his mother both laughed. “That’s right, you are a Silly Philly!!” She laughed again and then dialled the phone. She began speaking in a low voice for a few minutes. Philip’s mother finally released his shoulders and sat back down next to him. Her glare was withering.
”Just wait until I get you home Master Philip!! Acting like a spoiled baby!”  She furtively whispered. Philip was bewildered. He looked at his mother with pleading eyes and tried to form words but nothing but sputtering sounds came out from behind the pink heart-shaped guard of the dummy that pressed against his lips.
”Not another word. You just sit there in your bib and suc-k on your dummy like the baby you are.” Philip was cut to the quick by her words. Baby? Dummy?
 Dr Peabody hanging up the phone broke his thoughts. ”It’s all been arranged. I spoke to the school nurse and the Headmistress. I’ll be faxing over some doc-uments this afternoon. Philip’s school has agreed that he can he home-schooled while his treatments are ongoing to avoid any unnecessary embarrassment to Philip.”
Philip’s mother’s frown was instantly replaced by a happy grin. “That’s wonderful Dr Peabody.” Philip felt dizzy by this turn of events. Home schooling? What did that mean?
”Yes, Rita it’s really ideal. This way you can supervise little Philip’s treatments on a 24 hour basis and report any problems.”
”I couldn’t agree more Doctor, after the way Philip behaved today I can see I must start taking a much firmer hand with him!”
Philip’s relief at avoiding his school friends’ scorn was quickly replaced by intense trepidation as Dr Peabody continued to speak to his mother.
”Now as for Philip’s inability to control his behaviour, I believe another dose of medicine after his lunch will help calm his nerves. Take one of the pills I gave you, dissolve it in a large glass of juice, and let Philip drink it down after his meal. It can be administered in the same way at bedtime.  By the way Rita, what time does little Philip go to bed?
“Well let me see, about 10pm on school nights and later at weekends.” Dr Peabody nodded then added, “I see, and does he wear pyjamas?”
Philip blushed as the women discussed his pyjamas and bedtime.
I wouldn’t want him catching a chill doctor, that’s why I insist he wears cosy jim-jams for beddy-byes, don’t I Philip?
Philip nodded, looking first at his Mother and then at Dr Peabody, he was nervous as to the outcome of this conversation. Dr Peabody met his gaze and smiled sweetly at him as she spoke.
“I want you to understand I am thinking of you at this point Rita. It will be tiring for you to supervise his schoolwork as well as administering his treatment. I suggest you keep Philip dressed in his pyjamas during the day. His nervous disposition would benefit from an afternoon nap and I recommend his bedtime should be 6pm at the latest, you could always make it earlier is he has misbehaved of course.”
His Mother nodded her head thoughtfully as Dr Peabody continued. “ Remember what I was saying about pink being soothing?” Again his Mother nodded.
“Well then I would suggest it would be beneficial for Philip to wear calming pink pyjamas. Luckily he is small so you should have no trouble in finding some girl’s pyjamas to fit easily enough, although of course they will be somewhat childish!”
Doctor Peabody laughed at her own comment before taking hold of Philip’s mother’s arm.
“Remember, soft and soothing is the key Rita, I do believe that closer supervision will help little Philip enormously. Hmm, I’ll tell you what. Just to be on the safe side, why don’t you bring him by tomorrow afternoon for a follow-up?”
Dr Peabody pinched Philips cheek,” We always enjoy little Philip’s visits don’t we?”
Philip was furious at Dr Peabody’s ridiculous suggestions. Early bedtimes and pink pyjamas, whatever would that stupid women think of next?
He was certain he could persuade his Mother to abandon these idiotic ideas once he could talk to her alone.
Dr Peabody took Philip’s arm and gestured for his mother to take his other arm. They lifted him out of his chair and holding his arms firmly took him out to the reception area.
The receptionist didn’t try to hide her smile this time as the two women escorted Philip into the reception area. They deposited Philip in a chair directly in front of her desk.
”Now then little Philip, I have some things to discuss with your mother. Be a good little boy and stay glued to your sea.” Dr Peabody laughed and escorted Philip’s mother back into her office, closing the door. Philip stared into his lap in intense embarrassment, acutely aware of the pink mittens restraining his hands, the oversized bib tied irritatingly around his neck by the satin ribbon and the heart-shaped guard and ring of the pink plastic dummy strapped firmly into his mouth.
The receptionist called out to him. “Goodness, just look at you!” Philip lifted his head slightly and saw the amused look on the young woman’s face. “Looks like you swapped your white dummy for a pink one! You really look adorable in your pretty bib and mittens and how cute you are wearing your short trousers!”
She laughed. Philip felt hot anger rising inside him. He began to rise out of his seat but then remembered Dr Peabody’s last words to him. He sat back down.

”Tut- tut, somebody was supposed to keep his naughty bottom glued to his seat.” The receptionist looked at him with unrestrained glee.
What was she talking about; he hadn’t gotten out of the seat? He had barely lifted his bottom an inch.
 
”I’d hate to have to tell Dr Peabody and your mother that you were a naughty little boy.”
The receptionist could see the waves of fear moving across Philip’s face. She then ran her eyes over the pink accessories.
“Or should I say naughty little girl?” She laughed as Philip’s face blushed crimson red. He felt the blood rush to his head. This really could not be happening. Philip squirmed in his chair; sweat was beading on his forehead. Inside the pink mittens his hands sweated uncomfortably and his cheeks worked rhythmically on the new dummy. He could feel that it was thicker and a bit longer than his first one, his mouth was having to become used to it all over again resulting in unintentional slurping and suc-king sounds, much to the laughing amusement of Dr Peabody’s receptionist who was now on the phone talking about him!
“Yes, 17 years old, wearing short pants, knee length socks and suc-king on a baby’s dummy wearing pink mittens and a bib no less. Oh his treatments are just starting. He’ll be back tomorrow.”
She laughed, staring directly into Philip’s eyes. He cast his eyes downward once again feeling the hot flush course through his cheeks and ears. Philip heard voices behind him as the door opened behind him.
“Well thank you nurse, see you next week.”
Oh no! He recognised that female voice!
Philip was frozen with fear. It was worse than he possibly could have imagined. As the woman approached the desk to make another appointment he could see it was Hyacinth Swenson’s mother. Hyacinth was a classmate of Philip’s. He had never liked her, she was a huge, forceful kind of girl and he generally kept out of her way. Philip prayed that she wouldn’t recognize him.
Unfortunately for Philip, as she made to leave Mrs Swenson stopped directly in front of him to put on her gloves. As she looked up her eyes were attracted to the large pink dummy strapped into his mouth as well as the pink bib and the bizarre hand restraints. Philip’s head was tilted straight downwards, his eyes locked onto the pink ball mittens that rested in his lap, desperate for her to move away.
”Hello. It is Philip isn’t it?”
Philip looked up and met her gaze. He could tell she was taken aback somewhat by his appearance. The receptionist couldn’t disguise the glee in her voice as she realised Mrs Swenson knew Philip and quickly volunteered his case history.
“He’s a classmate of my daughter Hyacinth,” Mrs Swenson explained after the receptionist had finished her tale.
Without meaning to, Philip let out a snorting squeak of frustration that sprayed saliva onto the front of his bib.
”Yes, the poor thing was so embarrassed when Dr Peabody prescribed his new equipment that his mother is going to start home schooling him, ”continued the receptionist.

Philip wanted to crawl into a hole. Hyacinth’s mother leaned down and patted his cheek where it bulged out from the dummy.
 “There- there dear. Don’t be embarrassed. I’m sure Dr Peabody and your Mother knows what’s best for you. I’ll be sure to tell Hyacinth that I saw you in case you need any help receiving your schoolwork.”
Philip began violently shaking his head from side to side just as Dr Peabody’s door opened and she and mother walked in. Philip looked up. His mother seemed to have calmed down considerably. In fact, he didn’t like the satisfied smile on her lips and the steely determination in her eyes. In her hand was a bulging plastic bag.
The two women joined Mrs. Swenson standing beside Philip
”Mrs Lockhart, so nice to see you again. I’ve just been talking to Philip”
His mother’s face frowned. “I don’t suppose he told you his naughty behaviour has led to his treatment being intensified meaning more work for his poor mother? No, I thought not”
Mrs Swenson smiled diplomatically. “Anyway I must dash for my bus, my car is being serviced. So nice to meet you all again.”
His mother looked thoughtful before continuing; “actually may I offer you a lift home? You and Hyacinth may be able to help with Philips treatment.” 
Philip started to feel dizzy. He tried to clutch the sides of his chair but the slick pink mittens just slid off ineffectually. Hyacinth Swenson was a strange girl, at six foot two she towered over little Philip and if truth were told had always been something of a bully toward Philip. He did not relish her becoming involved in his treatment!

Dr Peabody reached down and gave the ring of Philip’s dummy a playful wag, then pinched the end of his nose and patted his cheek.
“Now then, we will see you both tomorrow and try not to be such a silly Philly!”
Philip’s Mother took him firmly by the elbow, her nails dug into his upper arm painfully as she pulled him close to her side.
“Now then Philip, thank Dr Peabody for all her help.”
Philip’s face burned red under the watchful eye of all four women.
“Thffpkank You Dofter Davvvffnpport”
The words spluttered against the wet shaft of the dummy.
”You’re welcome little Philip” Her eyes sparkled as she added. “We’ll see you tomorrow. I just know your Mother is going to give me a glowing report on how cooperative you have been.”