Peripubertal Female Dysregulation Syndrome (ENF, CMNF, discipline and more)

[mars357]

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Tags: CMNF, bdsm, discipline, corporal punishment and (dubcon) sex between underage characters.

Trigger warning: if you're sensitive about gaslighting, pseudoscience and therapeutic/psychological themes, you probably want to avoid this story as it revolves almost entirely around a fake diagnosis and bullshit treatment of the imaginary condition.

The "clinical" PFDS summary and the leaflet for parents and carers were created with the help of AI/LLM. It only took several minutes to make—maybe keep this in mind next time you read a hear-wrenching story on social media, news of a brand new treatment or therapeutic method, or an article “debunking” of evidence-based treatment such as vaccination. It's disturbingly easy to create heaps and heaps of pseudoscientific nonsense these days, criticise and oppose established scientific knowledge with plausible, “strong” sounding arguments that have absolutely no substance or merit.

The story itself is written entirely by me (a humble human pervert) without further support from AI. I'm including the syndrome's description below, but if it's too dry and you want to skip it or just skim through it, the story should still make sense even if you don't read it.

I hope it goes without saying, but just in case: PFDS and all its described treatments are all purely fictional and created for the purposes of this story only. Fiction is different from reality. Actions described here, while amusing as a fetish in a fictional setting, would obviously cause serious harm in real life. All characters and events are purely fictional and should stay that way.

This is an unfinished story as of February 2026 when I decided to publish some of what's already been written. I have been working on a much bigger (ENM, CFNM) project which needs a lot of editing and which I don't want to ruin by publishing prematurely. Writing without publishing allows me to edit and change things to make better sense overall. This is a shorter story, less complex and will come out in smaller bits. I missed feedback from audience and also was inspired by an excellent recent story by SuperEvil, which is how PFDS came to be. I appreciate likes, comments and feedback and might even be able to work in some reader's suggestions.

Prologue

Peripubertal Female Dysregulation Syndrome (PFDS)

Abstract

Peripubertal Female Dysregulation Syndrome (PFDS) is a proposed developmental disorder observed in females undergoing early to mid pubertal transition, typically between ages 11 and 14. The condition is characterised by transient but disruptive alterations in affect regulation, authority responsiveness, and behavioural compliance, often misattributed to environmental or psychosocial factors rather than intrinsic neuroendocrine instability.

Aetiology

PFDS is theorised to arise from an imbalance between rapidly accelerating gonadotropic hormone activity and the comparatively underdeveloped executive regulatory systems of the prefrontal cortex. This mismatch purportedly results in heightened emotional reactivity combined with diminished receptivity to guidance, correction, and rational instruction, particularly when delivered by adult authority figures.
Early proponents argue that female neurodevelopment during this phase displays a unique sensitivity to perceived constraint, structure, or evaluative feedback, leading to paradoxical resistance behaviours when conventional socialisation strategies are applied.

Core Symptomatology

Diagnostic criteria, though still under refinement, commonly include:

• Persistent oppositional responses to parental, educational, or institutional authority without identifiable precipitant
• Increased verbal assertiveness misaligned with contextual appropriateness
• Fluctuating self-concept accompanied by abrupt shifts between dependency and autonomy-seeking
• Disproportionate emotional responses to minor interpersonal stressors
• Reduced tolerance for routine, predictability, or hierarchical structures
• A tendency to reinterpret neutral guidance as personal invalidation or control

Symptoms are often most pronounced in structured environments such as classrooms or family systems with clearly defined expectations.

Behavioural Presentation

Individuals with PFDS may present as “argumentative,” “defiant,” or “difficult,” though proponents stress that these descriptors reflect observable behavioural output rather than intentional misconduct. Affected subjects frequently demonstrate advanced verbal reasoning skills that are selectively deployed in service of resistance rather than cooperation, a phenomenon described in the literature as asymmetric cognitive utilisation.

Course and Prognosis

PFDS is generally described as self-limiting, resolving spontaneously as hormonal activity stabilises and adult identity consolidation occurs. However, failure to recognise and manage the syndrome appropriately increases the risk of prolonged maladaptive traits, including chronic noncompliance, scepticism toward expertise, and wide range of antisocial behaviours in more severe cases. A link between youth and young adult incarceration and untreated PFDS has been suggested by preliminary studies.

Proposed Therapeutic Approach: Developmental Latency Modulation (DLM)

At this time, the only evidence-based treatment of PFDS is the Developmental Latency Modulation (DLM), a behavioural management framework premised on the temporary deceleration of psychosocial maturation cues. DLM operates on the assumption that premature engagement with complex autonomy, self-authorship, and adult-coded responsibility exacerbates dysregulatory symptoms by overwhelming still-forming identity structures. Treatment protocols therefore recommend a structured reversion to age-congruent dependency markers, including simplified decision-making environments, externally imposed routines, and a narrowing of permissible self-expression domains. Re-establishment of routines from earlier stages and emphasis on the subjects current developmental stage (i.e. still a child) rather than focus on their future aspiration is the key element in creating a suitably therapeutic environment. Clear, simple communication and direct and binary real-time feedback including safely executed corporal punishment and Vulnerability Exposure Regiment (see below) have proven effective in managing PFDS itself and reliably avoiding its longitudinal negative impacts.

Advocates argue that by suspending exposure to premature role internalisation and restoring a buffered developmental context, the subject’s regulatory systems are afforded time to stabilise without the burden of self-determination pressures.

Vulnerability Exposure Regimen is one of the the key elements of Adapted Behavioural Therapeutic approach. It helps resolve problematic behavioural patterns by disrupting psychological defences and barriers to treatment by a combination of means that take away things previously considered certain and taken for granted in order to increase the subject's sense of vulnerability. Suggested methods include nudity around family members and peers, a general restriction of privacy, suspended autonomy and a combination of parental, professional and peer supervision that disallows the subject from retreating into a treatment-avoidant mindset.

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1. Chapter

((Sadly illustrations, even though they were SWF, are getting erased. If you want to see an AI rendition of Thalia, you'll have to find this story/my thread on All The Fallen (.moe) ))

Thalia Crowford's sobs had slowly died down to barely audible sniffles. She squirmed a little—she really wanted to rub her red, sore butt to ease the slowly fading ache but she knew she wasn't allowed to. No. Even that tiny wiggle she couldn't quite control could land her in more trouble and more trouble was the last thing she needed. Her life was already hell! And so she stayed put as best as she could. On her knees, with her hands on her head, elbows stretched out, nose almost touching the wall which made sure her back was nice and straight and her buttocks sticking out a little—exposed of course, because Thalia didn't have a stitch on. Every inch of her preteen body was fully on display. Naked. Freshly spanked. Waiting for her classmate Roger to allow her to move.

Roger. Fully clothed... in his black joggers, grey hoodie, comfy on her bed, messaging on his phone. It was utterly, thoroughly unfair. She wasn't even allowed a phone any more. She wasn't allowed clothes at home. Her life these days was just straightforward instructions she had to follow (or else; such as she had just experienced minutes ago), prohibitions she stuck to religiously because every time she messed up, her mum not only punished her; she doubled down, and usually made the rule at least temporarily more extreme and excessive, just to prove to Thalia that pushing the boundaries and testing what she could get away was totally pointless now.

How had it gotten this bad this fast? Just over a week ago Thalia's life was still normal for the most part.

But that was before the diagnosis.

***

What a view. Roger had only been on his phone for a second, he now held it in his hand but wasn't actually using it, in part just to taunt Thalia—her phone had been confiscated as a part of her “treatment”. He really was ogling her butt. Her slender, nude form. It was no surprise that her smooth, light skin with just a hint of olive tinge to coloured beautifully when she blushed or got spanked but Roger just couldn't get enough of the specific, satisfying shade of pinkish red her her butt glowed with.

It's not like he had a lack of opportunity lately. Was there a day over the last week when he didn't see her naked? He didn't think so. Was there a day she didn't get spanked? He didn't think so either. But to be assigned as her “peer supervisor” and finally get to redden her butt himself... that really was something. It was one thing to see her lovely, pubescent, but late-bloomer form naked head-to-toe. The bumps of her nipples sticking out of a still flat chest. Slim waist. The first hints of curves—buttocks, hips, but they were only hints. Thalia was a willowy girl, almost skinny. The memory of seeing her hairless crotch for the first time, a week ago, made Roger's stiff boyhood twitch. A stroke of luck, that—her lack of development almost certainly helped persuade Mrs. Crowford that Thalia still was a little girl and needed to be treated like one.

Roger didn't mind that the girl kneeling naked a few feet away was hairless and flat. She was a classmate and very few girls in their year were developed much more. And none were as pretty. Thalia had golden-brown hair that went halfway down her back (reaching almost exactly to the lower edge of her shoulder-blades in her current position). She had glorious hazel eyes framed with thick, dark lashes. They looked greenish in certain lights and more of a soft, caramel brown in others. A light dusting of freckles drew attention to her perfectly shaped, small, thin nose. Along with her high cheek bones and slightly pointy chin it gave her a pixie-ish, elvish-like appearance, except perhaps for her lips, quite plush and full for a girl her age.
In other words, she was a wet dream of a girl for a boy like Roger. But he didn't have to dream about her and imagine her any more. She was right there. He could look all he liked and then some. And after today, he was clearly no longer confined to just looking, either.

***

The PFDS diagnosis and treatment was a shit-show, but Thalia's life sucked at least ever since dad had left. She and her mum often argued. Thalia was finding the divorce hard, particularly when dad decided to move back to Spain and pretty much cut all contact. That hurt. But... maybe she did go too far, using it as an excuse every time she was grumpy, angry, every time she wanted to avoid a chore or even when she disobeyed and behaved badly. She had yelled some things at her mum she wished mum would forget. She wished she could forget. Some of her behaviour was kinda shitty but try hitting puberty, deal with a sense of utter rejection, and also borderline poverty all of a sudden.

Maybe, in hindsight, lashing out all the time and acting out angrily... like when she pushed Roger off his skateboard wasn't okay. It's not like she had meant to act that way. It wasn't some meticulously planned, rational plan. Shit just happened. How was she supposed to know the consequences were going to be this extreme?

“I'm afraid it's an open and closed case, Mrs. Crowford. The diagnosis isn't always as obvious and straightforward as this, but Thalia ticks literally all the boxes. And her symptoms aren't just there, they are pretty severe. She definitely had PFDS.”

Her mum just broke into tears at the news. She was an overworked woman with basic education who had depended on her husband too much and had not coped too well when he suddenly vanished. She was now stressed and busy. The waiting list for an official assessment was nearly a yearlong in their town. The GP had been utterly useless and she didn't want to involve social services and risk losing Thalia. Dr. Edwards was a blessing. It had been so kind of Roger, the boy next door and Thalia's friend (once—she had insisted since at least the time had left that they weren't friends any more) to arrange for his cousin to come and talk to Mrs. Crowford about Thalia. He was an expert. But now that her worst nightmare had manifested, all Daisy (Mrs. Crowford) could do was cry.

Luckily, Jason (Dr. Edwards) was quick to calm her down and offer encouragement.

“Don't despair, Mrs. Crowford...”

“Daisy,” she sniffled, even though the man was something like half her age.

“Don't despair, Daisy,” he offered softly.

“Peripubertal Female Dysregulation Syndrome is not a death sentence. It is by its nature temporary and doesn't need to be cured with expensive treatments or medications. Unlike in many other cases, you won't be stuck on an NHS waiting list for months or even years.”

Daisy blew her nose and looked up at him, hopeful.

“The diagnosis, under this code and name is quite new, it isn't even in the current version of DSM yet,” he explained. He might as well have been speaking Chinese, most of the big words just sort of went over Daisy's head. She had never been all that good with words. It was one of the reasons why arguments with her sassy, outspoken daughter had been so frustrating...

“But the treatment is fairly simple, and you can manage it at home.”

Daisy looked doubtful as he handed her the leaflet.

“Thalia is trying to be all grown up and in control, possibly in response to the instability caused by her father leaving. All she really needs is a FIRM regime. Clear boundaries. She needs to be allowed to be a little girl for a while longer. You probably already know that. The treatment regimen just exaggerates what your instincts might be telling you. And they require you to be consistent. No more compromise, no more there-and-back. Thalia is still a child. You need to treat her like one. The burden of feeling like she needs to act beyond her years and beyond her real capacity is what caused the PFDS, and what would carry on driving it to do her real harm over time...”

Jason rambled on for a while. They went over the leaflet and he calmly and patiently covered some of the essential points. He explained Vulnerability Exposure Regimen to Daisy. How excessive modesty and demands for privacy and independence were both symptoms and exacerbating factors of PFDS.
“Can you imagine the fuss she'll kick around if I suggest she should run around naked?” Daisy snorted.

“But Daisy this is where you are going wrong. You will not suggest it. You'll announce it. From now on, you don't ask for things, you don't suggest them. You're the adult in this house. You tell Thalia what to do. And if she, as you put it, kicks up a fuss, you nip it right in the bud. I know it's been somewhat controversial in recent years, but specifically with PFDS, corporal punishment works absolute wonders. It's such a clear and direct form of communication. A child can be distracted and refuse to listen to your words. She can ignore your words. Well she can't ignore a good old fashioned over the knee spanking. On the bare, ideally. Remember what I said about the vulnerability element?”

Things were slowly beginning to click into place for Daisy. Edward had explained everything wonderfully. The curse that PFDS was and the horrible consequences it could have, left unmanaged. The guidelines were so clear. And the best thing?

“Roger knows about PFDS because he helped me with record-keeping and data collection. Just admin work of course, the actual research was done professionally, but he's a bright boy and picked up the essential principles extraordinarily well. He's a responsible boy for his age and he seems to genuinely care about Thalia. I'm sure he'd be willing to help.”

“They used to be so close. But she's been so rude to him lately. She's been ignoring him, avoiding him...”

“I don't think Roger holds a grudge. He genuinely wants to help. Anyway, if Thalia's condition is managed, she'll soon start appreciating the good things in life again. Simple pleasures. Having a childhood friend around will be a balm for her soul. Just another thing to hold onto. You might be surprised how close they'll get yet!” smiled the young doctor.

He left Daisy with a printout of the PFDS summary and the treatment leaflet and then he was on his merry way. It didn't even take an hour—a relatively painless way for Roger to pick his IOU. The condition itself? A five-minute job using AI, a bit of editing and copy-pasting. The same was true for the leaflet. Thalia had just been diagnosed with a non-existent condition with a treatment that was reverse engineered by AI from what Roger had suggested. From what Roger had wanted.

But it all sounded perfectly plausible. And Jason's PhD was real. He was a doctor indeed, except he was a doctor of Psychometrics—his PhD was more about statistics than anything else and he was in no way shape or form an actual medical doctor or clinical psychologist. He never directly claimed to be, either. Apart from delivering the bullshit diagnosis itself (well, and its absurd treatment regimen alongside that) with a straight face, he hadn't really lied to the woman.

Daisy, however, totally ate up the fabulated part. Hook, line and sinker, as they said.

Roger was in for an interesting summer and Jason couldn't help but be proud of the little rascal. That was a devilishly smart way of using his IOU! Jason was about to leave town, in fact, move all the way to London for a non-clinical, corporate job. He was pretty confident he could get away with a prank like this, even if it was eventually exposed.

***

Roger had arranged for Jason to come “after hours” on Friday evening. He made himself inconspicuous and unobtrusive while Jason and Mrs. Crowford talked. Thalia had no idea what was brewing. She was upstairs in her bedroom, totally ignoring what was going on. Jason had persuaded Mrs. Crowford that self-reporting was “highly unreliable” when it came to diagnostics of PFDS and that the questionnaire (also a quick AI-job) really was for Mrs. Crowford to answer. Roger as good as pretended not to be in the room but he listen oh-so-carefully. He thought himself a master bullshitter but he clearly had a lot to learn still, from the likes of his cousin. It was a crazy little idea, the basic outline of which Roger devised using ChatGPT. Jason polished it up a bit. A professional delivery from a supposed authority was all it took for fabulation to become Thalia's reality for the foreseeable future.

As Jason excused himself and left, Roger was more reluctant to walk away. You gotta strike the iron when it's hot, after all.

“Is there anything I can do to support you, Mrs. Crowford? I've known Thalia for a long time and I imagine she will initially resist the treatment. I've read about that and I'd be very happy to help any way I can,” he offered, trying not to sound too eager and failing, slightly, but luckily for him Jason had already made all the headway necessary for things to begin to unfold.

“Thank you, Roger. I think I'll handle the basics first,” Daisy tapped the leaflet as if it was her favourite passage from a Holy Book or something. “Why don't you come first thing tomorrow, though? Right after breakfast, maybe nine? I could try a few of the tests Dr. Edwards suggested and if Thalia needs discipline and some of the... V.E.R, it will be helpful to have you here.”

“Of course, Mrs. Crowford. As you wish. See you tomorrow morning!”

Polite. Calm. Roger was making an effort to create a contrast between his behaviour and Thalia's. To make himself seem trustworthy and mature and to make sure Thalia's behaviour look terrible by contrast. If it meant missing out on seeing Thalia's face when she got the news that she was now going to be treated like a little girl... a naked, frequently spanked little girl, it was still worth it. Anything that solidified Mrs. Crowford's belief in the whole thing was worth some sacrifice and effort.

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Disclaimers & tags


The story itself is written entirely by me (a humble human pervert) without further support from AI.

I applaud your lack of AI preferring to instead to develop and rely on your own creativity. Too many "authors" take the easy way of creating stories by letting software algorithms and the data searches of AI substitute for real human creativity. Bravo for that.

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[Lisa_The_Brave_12]

I'd like to add to that.

I appreciate that you were open about the fact that you used AI for certain parts. I'm totally in favor of using AI to support your creativity where it meets your limits. I use AI myself, since my first language isn't English and I think everyone benefits if the AI improves where my lack of language proficiency holds me back.

Also, I want you to know that your story started off strong and that I feel like it has a lot of potential.

The premise of an evil doctor gaslighting a young patient and her parents to make them believe she is in dire need of some kind of treatment reminds me of an all time favorite story of mine - Olivia written by Gurl_Luver. This one went quite dark and had some hardcore tags. No matter where you take your story, though, I'm interested in it already!

[Rosey]

Great start. I hope you continue it.

[mars357]

2. Chapter

“Thalia, honey, I'm going to take your phone now.”

“What? Why?! No way!”

“I wasn't asking. You aren't allowed to be on your phone alone in your room, especially not before bedtime.” Daisy braced herself and grabbed the phone right out of Thalia's hands. Thalia tried to snatch it back, but Daisy managed to keep her off.

“No, Thalia. This is not up for debate.”

“Gimme!!!” screamed the girl and leapt at her mother.

“Thalia, stop! You'll hurt me!”

But Thalia was furious and determined not to accept the unfairness of her mothers unprecedented behaviour. She jumped up and tried to grab the phone, reaching and grabbing for it, pushing her mother back a step in the process.

“That's quite enough, Thalia!”

Daisy slipped the phone in the pocket of her joggers and grabbed the girl by the arm.

“You had this long time coming!” she announced as she sat on the side of Thalia's bed, pulled the struggling, cussing and wiggling girl across her lap. She smacked her bottom a few times through Thalia's leggings.

“Stop fighting! You're getting spanked, and resisting your punishment will only make it worse!”

Thalia did not stop fighting. Fortunately, as Dr. Edwards put it, it wasn't too late! Daisy was still clearly stronger than the girl, even in the midst of her tantrum. She yanked the leggings along with the pink panties Thalia was wearing about halfway down the girl's legs with a few sharp tugs. That got Thalia's attention.

“Mum!!! What are you doing?”

“Spanking you. On the bare since you wouldn't take a hint!”

And that's exactly what she did. There was more thrashing around, kicking and howling, but Dr. Edward had been over this with Daisy. The early interventions would feel like battles and it was absolutely crucial that Thalia didn't win—anything but a firm follow-through posed a great risk and could exacerbate Thalia's PFDS and it's symptoms and negative long-term impacts. Daisy braised herself and spanked and spanked until she had what one would expect: a sobbing, mostly limp child with a very red bottom over her lap, too exhausted to carry on fighting.

“That was for disobeying and resisting me physically. That is not allowed. If you snap back at me and snatch for confiscated things, you will be spanked again,” said Daisy, trying to remember what Dr. Edwards said about being clear about consequences and that they weren't a one-off thing, but could recur if bad behaviour returned.

“Now, to calm down and to have some time to think about why you got punished, come over here—no, keep those leggings right where they are, young lady—on your knees. Hands up on your head. This is corner time. I'll come and let you know when it's over. If you move, if you try to get up and leave, move your hands, or adjust your clothes, you'll be spanked all over again, this time with a belt so I don't wear out my hand.”

Somehow, even though she felt her heart thumping in her chest, conflicted about the whole thing, Daisy managed to sound firm about it, and somewhat to her surprise, Thalia sniffed and nodded, getting on her knees, her bare, red buttocks glowing and exposed to the room, hands on her head. It seemed like Dr. Edward's approach and treatment was actually working.

Thalia didn't know it yet, but that prolonged, rough, but undeniably effective spanking sealed her fate.

* * *
Daisy slipped out of the room and left Thalia in “corner time”. Then, just seconds later, she quietly turned around and peeked in—Dr. Edwards suggested that constant supervision, even at unexpected times was important, especially in the early stages.

Of course her daughters hands had wandered towards her butt to rub it as soon as she was out of the door. Daisy sighed. She really had hoped Thalia got the message, but her daughter was used to getting away with sneaking around, with sweet little lies and casually pushing back against rules and instructions.

“Tali, I warned you...”

Thalia's hands shot up in panic. Her heart was thumping so hard she didn't even remember to yell at her mum for using her baby-name, which she decided she didn't like any more a few months back.

“I just... it itched... I forgot...” she tried.

But, just like earlier, trying to get one past her mum suddenly no longer seemed so easy! Thalia found herself over her mum's lap again, babbling and pleading. But she had learned; there was no thrashing, no kicking this time. Just a very whiny “momeee pleaseeeeee”, and then a lot of screaming at the top of her voice, howling and bawling.

Roger didn't need to be there to witness her punishment. He could hear the soundtrack to the treatment of Thalia's PFDS from next door. Mrs. Crowford really laid into that lil ass!

After that, Thalia didn't dare touch her red, striped bottom, bumpy from the heavy whacks with the belt for the whole of her corner time. She was in a daze, following the simple instructions that followed. Bath, during which her mum supervised her. Brushing her teeth. Going to bed.

There was no mention of putting her clothes back on and she didn't want any fabric pressing down on her smarting buns anyway, so she never raised the issue. She passed out, exhausted and still sniffling a little, stark naked, well before her usual bedtime.

***

Despite her early bedtime, Thalia had been so spent and exhausted by the evening's events that she slept in on the following morning. She was still snoozing peacefully while others—namely Roger—were being early birds tryin' to catch the worm, metaphorically.

Roger sure had the gift of the gab. It wasn't just that he was a smooth talker, happy to repeat and expand on everything Jason had claimed on the day before. He listened. Kindly, patiently, empathetically listened to all that Mrs. Crowford had to say about her errant, rebellious daughter.

Thalia was curled up in bed, under an illusion of safety, even as her fate was being discussed and decided. One aspect of the management of her condition discussed after another. The DLM (in plain language, treating her like a little girl and going over the top with it to really drive it home), the VER (making sure she was out of sorts and vulnerable, keeping her naked, embarrassed and continually nervous about what next humiliation or indignity might be thrust upon her. The ABT, more broadly—a refreshingly straightforward approach to parenting, which could be more or less summarised as “when in doubt, spank harder and more often”. Jason had done the hard part, making it all sound official and scientific. All Roger had to do was to stroke that fire. Report his observations enthusiastically.

The thing about PFDS—harsh, over the top treatment and all—was that it was made to instinctively appeal to any frustrated, fed-up parent. It gave a complicated problem a straightforward label and it offered a pretty simple solution. One that a parent could use to vent their frustration and pent-up anger at their child, to act on feelings they might well be in denial for. Roger wasn't a genius, some of the psychological nuances of what Jason had created was lost on him but he was smart enough to understand the appeal of convenience, simplicity and how tempting it might be to resolve a stuck situation and avoid future drama using one of the oldest parental methods in existence.

He had over an hour of time alone with Mrs. Crowford and he made excellent use of that time.

* * *

“What the hell is he doing here?!”

Thalia came down fully dressed, in violet-purple “Galaxy” themed leggings and a pale yellow hoodie. Her hair was still a mess. She froze in her tracks when she noticed Roger. Damn it. What if she had come down in just her t-shirt and panties or something, like she sometimes did or warm days. Her grumpy remark slipped out of her mouth before she could even think about it.

“Thalia, language. Roger came here to help me and support me. He knows about his cousin's work and understands your diagnosis. Thanks to him, I'll be able to support you.”

“Diagnosis? Support me? What are you on about, mum?”

“You have PFDS, sweetie. P-peri...”

“Peripubertal Female Dysregulation Syndrome,” offered Roger smoothly.

“What the hell is that?”

“It basically means you're trying to grow up too fast, and you're at risk of doing serious harm to your mind and your future, but it's okay, sweetie. There's a treatment plan that we will follow and that will assure you'll be just fine. In fact, we've already started. Remember last night?”

How could she forget?!

Thalia's eyes went wide.

“That was... treatment???” she asked incredulously.

“Yes. That was an example of how things are going to be like now, to make sure that your PFDS doesn't do you serious harm. Everything will be all right. Now, stop swearing. No more 'hell this, hell that', this is good news. I have a plan, you don't have to worry about anything, everything has been planned and decided, you can just relax and... enjoy being a little girl while you still can.”

Thalia wanted to yell in outrage at several of her mum's points. All planned and decided? Without her? And since when was 'hell' a cussword she couldn't use? What was going on?! But the last statement was the straw that broke the camel's back. Did her mum just call her a little girl, right in front of the dweeb from next door?!

“Mum! I'm not a little girl! What's all this nonsense?”

“Now now, Thalia. Don't yell. You can behave yourself and get some breakfast, or you can chose to be oppositional and get more of the medicine you got last night.”

Medicine? What medicine? Then it dawned on Thalia. Surely mum wouldn't?! Not in front of Roger! Especially not on the bare?! But she wasn't anywhere near as sure as she would like to be. Not after getting the belt and naked corner time last night!

“Yeah I'll just have breakfast, thanks,” she muttered.

“A please would be nice. And a sorry to Roger for being rude to him.”

Thalia nearly snapped again but she could sense she was skating on thin ice. What was it with her mum? What was this PFDS nonsense? How could she have been diagnosed when she has never even seen a doctor? It was all confusing and a little scary. Thalia decided not to take any risks until she had it figured out, or at least until she knew more.

“I'll have breakfast, please. And sorry for being rude,” she huffed towards Roger.

The look her mum gave her suggested maybe even that wasn't good enough. She suddenly felt nervous. Seriously, what was going on?! But in the end, Daisy decided the effort was good enough for the time being. Thalia got toast with jam and a cup of tea.

Things could have gone smoothly, if she managed to keep her mouth shut. But Thalia being Thalia just couldn't resist.

“So, what's all this peripubertal nonsense you've been telling my mum about?” she asked Roger. Mrs. Crowford was about to tell her off but Roger interjected with a smile.

“Well firstly, it's not nonsense. It's quite a serious thing, really. It means your brain is dysregulated and if you listened to your mum you would already understand that it's a pretty serious thing. You've been acting nasty and mean and that's in part because you try and act all grown up, while still struggling with little girl feelings. The contrast makes you confused, overwhelmed and leads to you acting out. Like your grades getting bad, or saying things that hurt your friends and family. If if was left untreated, it could cause serious damage.”

For once, Thalia was speechless. While the whole thing about her brain being dysregulated sounded like nonsense, the explanation weirdly made sense. She had said some things she regretted saying, lately. Even feeling cross with Roger for his nerdy, lecturing tone, she didn't have it in her to entirely deny and dismiss what he was saying. She suddenly felt a bit unsure. What if PFDS was real? What if she had it?

“What kind of damage?” she asked, against her better judgement.

“Well... mind damage, mainly. Neurological brain damage.” Roger did his best to sound like Jason. The way Mrs. Crowford paled showed him he did a passingly decent job.

“If untreated, you could end up stuck in a spiral of destructive and antisocial behaviour. End up in prison or worse.”

Prison or worse? Thalia nearly spat her tea out. Was he serious? This didn't make any sense! But she couldn't quite shake off a niggle of doubt. She had been feeling “off” and not right for some time now. She didn't behave the best, or so everyone's been telling her. Her grades were down. Like... quite a bit down. Rather than questioning his words, her mind leapt onto the next logical step.

“So what's this treatment thing? I don't really get it.”

“It's okay. You don't have to get it, you just have to trust your mum,” he smiled patronisingly.

“Just trust her and everything will be fine. It's a good thing. It's about making your life super-simple. Much less stressful. You'll learn that you can still be a kid, basically.”

A kid. Thalia huffed. She was eleven! Almost twelve. She was about to start middle school. She wasn't a kid. She wasn't little. It was all preposterous. Absurd. And it was making her angry.

“Trust my ass! I'm not a little kid any more.”

...and that is how Thalia got her first spanking on the bare in front of Roger.

“Thalia! I will not tolerate such language and behaviour in this house.”

Mrs. Crowford grabbed her daughter's arm and pulled over over her lap. Thalia was too stunned to react, to resist, like a deer in headlights, she froze. And then it was too late. Mrs. Crowford grabbed the hem of the Galaxy leggings and pulled them down. They were skintight and it took multiple tugs for them to come down, along with Thalia's panties. They were the colour of lilac blossoms—the rich, burgundy-purplish ones but Roger wouldn't be able to call a colour “burgundy-purplish”, especially not when his entire brain was suddenly occupied with processing the glorious view in front of him. He was sitting only a handful of feet away from Mrs. Crowford, so he saw it all. Thalia's bare mound, a quick glimpse of the slit between her legs before she was pushed over, then her lovely, firm but shapely butt.

“Mum not in front of...” but Thalia's protests were ignored, and cut off as her mother's hand started to rain fiery, stinging pain on it.

“Owww! Owww! Owieee! Too much! Please! Momma! I'll be good! Owww! Owww! Please!!!”

Just like that, Thalia no longer seemed to mind that the neighbours' boy, and worse still, her classmate, was there to see her naked butt getting it. The firm swats on her soft, sensitive skin, quite unused to spanking caused quite a reaction! She was kicking her legs, bucking and all too soon much too out of breath to carry on protesting and pleading, instead slipping into sobs and bawling only occasionally interspersed with a short, loud howl when a smack landed particularly sharply.

Yesterday's spanking was the first one in years, and they used to be more like one-off swats, or up to about five really quick ones to snap her out of stubbornness. This was all new, and it was a lot, too much to process. Her skin was sensitive and still a bit sore and tender from last night, which made the punishment feel worse than it really was.

Roger was impressed. Mrs. Crofword seemed like a softie most of the time, and Thalia used to walk all over her. Well, no more! By his count she delivered at least twenty swats, though he was drinking in the view of Thalia's reddening buttocks and kicking, swinging naked legs with bit too much of an enjoyment to count accurately.

He crossed his legs, trying to be casual about it—he was glad he wore jeans that morning because they made his boner less obvious. Luckily for him, no one was paying any attention to him anyway. Mrs. Crowford was busy disciplining her daughter—holding Thalia in place for it was proving a bit of a challenge. And Thalia was far too busy getting it, her ass ablaze as smack upon stinging smack landed on her red-hot little girl buttocks.
“Now will you behave yourself in corner time, or do I need to fetch the belt again?” Mrs. Crowford demanded sternly. It took the hiccuping, gasping, crying girl a moment before she could stammer a feeble: “B-behave.”

Belt? Again? Roger's eyebrows shot up. That certainly explained the noise last night. It was obvious Thalia really feared it, too. She offered no resistance as her mum pulled her up to her feet, pulled her leggings and panties all the way down to her ankles and made the exposed, blushing girl awkwardly shuffle over to the wall. The corners all had furniture or appliances, so Thalia ended up kneeling next to the door to the living room, far from tucked away from view, in fact quite on the contrary. Mrs. Crowford made her rise up on her knees and bring her nose towards the wall and her hands to her head, which lifted her hoodie above her tailbone. Her entire red-spanked bottom was naked and on display.

Now that the onslaught of stinging smacks was over, Thalia's eyes flicked towards Roger several times before she was made to only stare at the wall from up close. Her face, red from screaming and kicking about and her body being tilted face-down, butt-up wasn't going any less red in this new position—she was blushing like mad, but she didn't dare make a fuss or try and cover up. She really didn't want to get the belt. And she already knew that any resistance she might put up was just going to be dealt with, overridden. She wasn't used to her mum being firm and doubling down on things but she couldn't pretend it wasn't happening. Kicking up a fuss suddenly felt futile and, well, dangerous.

Mrs. Crowford returned to the kitchen table and took another sip of her coffee. It had gone almost cold. She sighed.

“I'm sorry you had to witness that, Roger.”

“Oh, please, Mrs. Crowford. Don't apologise. It's just teething pains. The initial adjustment is hard. I am... impressed. You clearly take Thalia's PFDS seriously and I can tell you're willing to do whatever it takes to help make her better. That's nothing to feel sorry about. I was serious, anyway. As you know, peer helpers can be particularly helpful with some aspects of the treatment regime and I am happy to help. I care about Thalia and I want her to get better, and do better.”

“Really?” Mrs. Crowford sounded surprised even though he was just being more direct about what he had already said while Thalia was still in bed.
“I would really appreciate it, Roger. You know a lot about the condition and you're a trustworthy, well-mannered young man. It feels like an imposition. Dr. Edwards was clear, wasn't he? It wouldn't be like ordinary hanging out. You'd have to be in charge of Thalia. It's more like babysitting, really, and I really can't afford to pay you.”

“Honestly Mrs. Crowford I couldn't accept money even if you could and tried to pay me. I must insist this is a favour to you, a good neighbour, and to help Thalia who has been a friend since we were in kindergarten.”

He could see Mrs. Crowford's eyes go all watery... she brushed tears from her eyes and reached out to hug him.

“You're such a good boy, Roger. What would I do without you? I'll really appreciate your help, yes, please.”

And just like that... bingo. Roger had exactly what he wanted all along.

He leaned forward and whispered something to Mrs. Crowford that Thalia couldn't hear. She also couldn't see her mum nod, but she heard the instructions that followed just a short while later.

“Thalia. Keep your hands as they are and shuffle over here. Roger will put your clothes back in place for you. From now on, you aren't allowed to adjust or replace your clothes after corner time, someone ALWAYS has to do it for you. Understood?”

Thalia let out a distressed little whimper, followed by choked, unhappy “yes, mum,” even as she slowly stood up. It would have been hard for some people, getting up from one's knees with hands on their head, but Thalia used to be a gymnast and a dancer until not that long ago and she was still lean, fit and flexible and managed just fine.

Her face was lobster-red as she shuffled over to where Roger was sitting, only doing the small steps her panties and leggings around her ankles allowed her. She was mortified to face him like this, but the spanking, and warnings of further punishment were still too fresh in her mind. She didn't dare to disobey.

She was painfully aware that her hoodie wasn't long enough to provide any meaningful cover. He could see her pussy! Mound, slit and all. He now knew she was still hairless and little-girl-like, with nothing poking out from inside of her puffy outer labia when she stood with her legs together like this. A tear of pure shame trickled down her face as she stood in front of Roger, who didn't seem to be in a hurry to pull her clothes back up. He was clearly looking at her and didn't bother pretending otherwise.

He slipped off his chair and crouched down and proceeded to tug her leggings and panties up her legs, one small, deliberately slow tug at a time. He was clearly messing with her! Thalia bit her lip, doing her best to resist the temptation to snap at him, smack his hands out of the way and pull her clothes up on her own.

Roger finally pulled leg leggings and panties high enough, tugging them away from her body for one last peak at her mound before letting them snap in place.

“Would this be a good time for the sweep?” Roger asked innocently, as if taking half a minute simply to pull Thalia's clothes up her legs had been perfectly normal. He was clearly referring to something he and Mrs. Crowford discussed while Thalia was sleeping—of course Thalia had no idea what he was referring to but before she could ask, her mum had already answered Roger.

“Oh that would be brilliant. You're ever-so kind, Roger. Thalia, you'll go to your room with Roger. He'll go over everything. Whatever isn't good for you at this stage of treatment will be temporarily put away. Yes, just temporarily, don't panic. Roger's in charge. You so as he tells you to. If he doesn't like your attitude, he'll spank you.”

That was finally too much for Thalia, even with the thread of getting the belt hanging over her head.

“Mum!!! He's my classmate! It's bad enough that he's here and that he got to see...” she couldn't quite bring herself to finish that sentence.

“But you absolutely can't let HIM spank me! That's crazy. That's so unfair!”

“It's not up for debate, Thalia. Also, did you just call me crazy?”

Thalia gulped when she saw her mum's expression.

Mrs. Crowford turned to Roger.

“See this is what I was worried about. At this pace, Thalia won't have any buttocks left by the end of the day. I can't spank her constantly.”

Roger smiled at Mrs. Crowford encouragingly, leaning into his “helper/peer supervisor” role as best as he could.

“Well, that's true you can't spank her bottom all day but I'm sure it wouldn't come to that,” he offered, sounding amused (Thalia, meanwhile, glared at him and FUMED, nostrils flaring).

“But there are different places a girl can be spanked,” he said and Thalia's eyes went wide just trying to imagine what he even meant, “and other punishments altogether. I think this is an occasion where the VER might help.”

Mrs. Crowford considered this briefly.

“Shush,” she cut Thalia off. The girl was about to say something—probably ask what V.E.R. was but she never got the chance.

“Yes, I think you're right. How would you go about it on this occasion, Roger?”

“Well, Thalia tried to argue with you about my right to spank her, so proving her wrong right away is a punishment that matches the crime. A dozen on the bare? I also noticed she was behaving much better when she was exposed, so maybe some time with her clothes off would help here, too?”

“Brilliant idea, Roger, go ahead, please.”

Roger turned to Thalia.

“Arms up, please.”

“Arms?” Thalia felt dizzy. In part she still missed important context for some of the conversation. She didn't fully understand it, which left her confused. It kind of felt like grown-ups were talking and she was too little to understand. But Roger was only a few months older than her!

“Yes, I'll help you take your clothes off for your spanking.”

“Span...?” the essential parts of what Roger proposed and her mum approved finally clicked into place in Thalia's frantic mind.

“No, no way in hell!” she crossed her arms over her chest and stomped her foot. (In hindsight, not the most mature of gestures, she regretted it almost instantly.)

“You can get twelve from Roger right away, or you can have twice as many with the belt and then see if you still feel like arguing.” Mrs. Crowford sounded calm, but at the same time very firm. Thalia wasn't used to her acting that way. Her mum had been a pushover and quite chaotic half the time at least since the divorce.

“But...”

“No buts. Only your bare butt! Now, or you get the belt.”

Thalia let out a whimper. This was so humiliating! But what could she do? For once it didn't seem like there was a snarky retort that would fob her mum off and make the situation disappear. She blinked and flinched a little when Roger took her wrist and lifted her arm up. He got it exactly right. She didn't want to obey but she was too stumped and scared to actively resist. It was a bit like undressing a doll. Arms up. Hoodie up and off. A simple white bralette, which, as it turned out a moment later, was totally unnecessary. At a glance, Thalia's chest wasn't really distinguishable from a boy's, except for her slightly larger areolae with pronounced pink nipples which became more noticeable as they hardened from their exposure to air. Off it went, leaving Thalia topless. Roger didn't take anywhere near as much time peeling her leggings down as he did pulling them up. Then, finally her panties. She wanted to kick and scream and protest but the whole thing felt like a car crash in slow motion. The easiest thing to do while she was very confused and a little bit frightened, too, was to simply go along with what was going on... which is how she found herself stark naked and over Roger's lap while he sat on one of the kitchen chairs.

*smack* *smack* *smack* ….

He didn't spank as hard as her mum but then, he really didn't have to! The experience was absolutely mortifying and awful and it would have been even if it was painless. As it was, even Roger's quite measured smacks stung as his hand met Thalia's already red and tended bottom. By the time he delivered all twelve, she was sniffling and teary-eyed again. Roger let her slip off his lap and stand up.

“Hands on your head now. Stand nice and straight,” he demanded. Thalia felt a pang of anger in her belly, but it was just a pang and faded quickly. It was hard to be her usual sassy self with her cheeks damp from tears and her other cheeks glowing red-hot, so she simply obeyed. She was going to have to make a stand at some point, but naked and freshly spanked, Thalia found herself rather short on courage and attitude.

“Good girl.”

Thalia's teeth made a grinding sound as she clenched her jaw. It felt like he was mocking her. But when she looked at Roger's calm face, she actually saw calm approval. Now it wasn't just her head that was confused—she didn't even know how to feel about that. It was patronising and a silly thing for him to say but... it was praise, and due to her behaviour lately, praise was rare and deep down, Thalia was quite hungry for some. The resulting feeling was mixed and complicated.

Roger picked up her clothes and nudged Thalia.

“Let's go to your room.”

[Sanford7727]

Nicely done. Roger is certainly a lucky boy in for the greatest summer of his entire life. I hope he gets Talia to spend a LOT of naked time around him in the near future. I cannot wait for her to start to enjoy it too. I literally have visions of her dancing around naked and being silly in my head (while Roger enjoys the show). I know her behavior will certainly change, but she will still have to act out some just so she will get the occasional spanking, which she eventually learns to enjoy, especially when Roger massages her stinging bottom to help soothe it down. Roger will also get to enjoy watching her body start to change, just as those buds start coming in over the next few months.

This should be a phenomenal story, so long as it doesn't fly by or accelerate too fast. Seeing as Talia's mother is poor, I doubt she has a swimming pool. Does Roger have one, or maybe his cousin "doctor" does? Honestly, I was a bit disappointed that the cousin had to go away to London. Surely he needs to swing by for a visit or two, just to see how Talia is doing?

[Jonjon2]

I agree, a great story. I look forward to seeing how it develops. I can't wait to see where else Roger may spank or what other punishments will occur.

[SpankingFetish]

Interesting story, looking forward to follow-ups.

[Freesub]

I'm loving this one. Conceptually and in execution.

Also, I'd like to see what the image was, it seems to be down now.