Amy's Strict Doctor
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“Not yet, you’re not. You’re lucky I didn’t take my belt to your bare bottom in front of your sister and her friend.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“Care to go back inside and try me?”
She stared up at him, knowing from the look in his eyes that he was dead serious. She shook her head.
The car ride home was a tense one. Neither Amy nor Cade spoke so much as a word and when they got home and stepped into the house, Cade took her by the arm and physically walked her toward the medical office.
“Go stand in the corner, take your dress off, and lower your panties down while I get what I need together. Hands at the back of your head,” he said once they were inside the examining room.
“Yes, sir.” She moved quickly, not wanting to make things any worse for herself. She pulled her dress off over her head and set it on the filing cabinet before taking her place at the corner and sliding her panties down to expose her bottom. She didn’t dare turn around as she heard him walking around the office. She heard water running for some time and a drawer opening and closing. Before long though, his footsteps approached her and she heard the unmistakable sound of his belt being freed from its loops.
“Hands against the wall and walk backward, Amy, just enough so that you’re bent over with your back flat and your bottom pushed out for part one of your punishment.”
Amy’s hands trembled as she placed them flat against the wall and walked a few steps backward until he told her to stop.
“Spread your legs to shoulder width and lift your bottom high. Keep your bottom soft.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Twenty-five. Take them in silence if you can.”
She nodded, already crying in anticipation, her body flexing, waiting for the first lash to fall but when it did, she still wasn’t ready for it. It took her breath away and she knew he wouldn’t go easy on her, not tonight. She’d be spanked and she’d have to endure an embarrassing enema. But for now, all she could focus on was the sting of the belt as it fell again and again, marking her bottom with thick red welts as she bit her lip to keep from calling out.
“I’m fed up with this behavior, with your easy lies,” Cade said, striking again and again as he spoke. “It’s going to stop. It’s going to stop now.”
“I’m sorry!” she wailed, her breath hitching as she struggled to hold her position. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Not good enough just yet,” he said, switching sides so that he now struck with his left arm.
Amy wasn’t sure what hurt worse—the belt on her ass, when it struck her pussy, or when it wrapped around her hip, and by the time he was finished, she could hear his breath too was ragged. She dared a glance back at him, watching him loop the belt back through his pants, his eyes on her ass all along, his cock hardened by this administering of her punishment.
“Stay bent over. You can put your hands at your knees,” he said, meeting her eyes. “I want your naughty spanked bottom on display. Before the end of the night, you’ll take strokes of the cane over top of the welts the belt left. Tonight’s punishment will be harsh, Amy, but you leave me no choice.”
“I’m sorry,” she said again as she shifted her hands to her knees. Her breathing slowly came back to normal even as her attention was consumed by the fire on her backside.
Cade didn’t respond to her words. Instead, she listened to him moving around the office to prepare the next part of her humiliation.
* * *
After filling the large enema bag, Cade hung it and rolled the stand near the sofa. He looked over at Amy, at her obedient stance, at the red welts on her bottom. When he heard her whimper, he momentarily entertained the idea of stopping, of pulling her into his arms and holding her and telling her it was all right, but he couldn’t do that because it wasn’t all right. She had lied and she had driven after having two drinks. Although she wasn’t drunk, he wasn’t sure of her state when she’d left the bar and had seen her stumble when she’d climbed out of the car at Robin’s apartment. No, her punishment had only just begun and he knew that after tonight, she’d not be in a rush to repeat it.
“Step out of your panties, come here, and lie across my lap,” he instructed, taking a seat on the couch and picking up the lubricant.
Amy did as she was told and stepped out of her panties. She then walked over to him and lay herself down, resting her torso on the couch.
“Good. Now reach back and spread your bottom open for me. You’re going to hold it wide while I lubricate and insert the tubing.”
“Please, Cade, you don’t have to…”
“Reach back and open yourself, Amy. If I have to do it for you, we’ll be adding on cane strokes to the twelve you have coming.”
“Twelve?” she asked, just looking back at him.
He nodded. “Six while you hold the enema inside you and another six afterwards.”
“Oh… no…”
“Okay, so we’re at thirteen strokes now.”
“No, no… I’ll do it. Just please…”
He watched, his expression steely as she reached back and pulled her bottom cheeks out to expose her small back hole. Cade squeezed a generous amount of lubricant onto his fingers and brought two to her entrance. He rubbed for a few moments, knowing it would arouse her, confuse her, make her that much more sensitive. He then pressed inside with both fingers at once, pushing through the tight ring, ignoring her groan, feeling her muscles tense around his fingers as he pushed into her, turning his fingers slightly, smearing the lubricant inside her passage. He did this several times, fucking her ass with his fingers until her groan turned into something else, something closer to pleasure.
When she arched her back for more, he pulled out and she tensed. He made her wait as she was, bent over his lap, her bottom cheeks spread, all of her exposed.
“Pull your cheeks wider,” he said.
He could feel her hesitation, but after a moment, she did as he said.
“Ready?” he asked, picking up the lubricated end of the nozzle.
“Yes, sir.”
“Where are naughty girls who lie and put not only their lives but the lives of others in danger by drinking and driving punished, Amy?”
“In their bottom holes, sir.”
“You’re a quick learner,” he said, and, without hesitating, he gently pushed the lubricated end of the nozzle into her bottom as deep as it would go. “Good,” he said. “Take it in, just like that.” Once it was fully seated, he adjusted her position again so that her torso now hung over his thighs and she placed both hands on the floor.
As soon as she was ready, he began the flow of water. It was a warm saltwater solution that would help her to retain it longer while she took the strokes of the cane he had planned for her. It wasn’t long before she began to squirm. Cade placed a hand on her bottom, rubbing the soft mounds.
“Be still and take your punishment. We’ve only just started, Amy.”
With that, he simply watched. Watched as she struggled, small groans indicating her discomfort. He watched as the bag’s contents slowly emptied into her bowels, his cock uncomfortably hard.
* * *
“Cade, please, it’s too much…” Amy began. Within just a few moments after he’d begun the flow, she’d already felt the fullness, the cramping. She turned to look at him over her shoulder, watched as he checked the bag, his expression that of doctor, not of husband, as he adjusted the tubing.
“You’re about halfway,” he said. “I’ll give you something else to focus on in the meantime.”
She regretted any sound she had made immediately when he began to spank her with his hand, each smack feeling not like flesh meeting flesh at all, but more like that paddle he’d used to spank her before. Pushing her legs apart, he spanked the delicate skin just inside her thighs. She groaned and shifted from side to side, forcing herself to keep her hands on the floor, her only reprieve being the moments when her swollen clit rubbed against his thigh.
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“Be still. Be silent. Plant your feet down and lift your bottom to my hand. Did you earn this punishment, Amy?”
She kept wiggling her bottom, unable not to. She nodded and said a quiet yes.
“Tell me why you’re being spanked, why you’re having your bottom cleaned out like this. Tell me, Amy.”
“Because I lied to you and I drove after having two margaritas. It was stupid and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all of it, Cade.”
She looked back when he stopped spanking her to find him nodding. The cramping of her stomach too much, overriding the feeling of embarrassment at this intrusion of her most private hole. Just when she thought she couldn’t take another drop, Cade stopped the flow of water and patted her hip.
“We’ll leave the nozzle in while you spend some time in the corner, Amy. There’s still more water in the bag but I hope you’ve had enough.”
“I have,” she said, nodding her head vigorously. “I promise to behave.”
“Stand up,” he said, lifting her slowly to her feet. Once she was there, he took her hand and placed it around the wheeled stand that held the enema bag. “You’ll hold on to this to remember we can continue if we need to. Now go on back to your corner. Take care not to pull the nozzle out. Twenty minutes before the first set of cane strokes, understand?”
She nodded, her eyes wide, not sure at all how she’d be able to hold it for so long and then how she’d be able to keep it while he caned her.
“Go on now, be a good girl and take your punishment.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, walking slowly, making her way to the corner. God, the sight she must have made standing with her back to the room, her bare, freshly spanked bottom on display with the tube still inside her asshole, still attached to the bag. She hung her head in embarrassment.
Her stomach was more than a little uncomfortable and she squeezed her bottom tight to keep the water inside her as she waited, one hand at the back of her head, the other still holding on to the stand, her nose touching the wall, thinking of how she’d gotten herself into this mess. Wondering why she had lied to him at all. She just hadn’t thought, that was all. Growing up, she’d always hidden things from her parents. She’d told little lies whenever she had needed to. But this was Cade. She trusted him. She loved him and he loved her. She sighed a heavy sigh and straightened up, determined to submit to the rest of her punishment, a punishment she absolutely deserved.
“How are you doing?” he asked some time later.
She startled, her mind having drifted somewhere, and turned to glance at him over her shoulder.
“Okay. I need to use the bathroom though.”
He nodded. “I imagine. I’m going to take the tubing out in a few moments and you’ll be ready to take the first of your cane strokes.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Lean forward a little, please, and reach back to spread your bottom open for me again.”
He didn’t need to make her do that, she knew it, but she obeyed all the same, leaning forward and pushing her bottom out, reaching back, spreading herself open, heat turning her face as dark a red as she imagined her bottom already was.
“Bend a little deeper.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, stepping back just a little, having to take the stand with her a few steps. She leaned farther forward and reached back once again to spread her buttocks.
“Good girl,” he said. “Stay just like that.”
She glanced back to see he had her iPhone. “Oh, no, please don’t,” she said, just as the flash went off.
“A reminder for you,” he said, showing her the photo. “Any time you think you want to tell me a lie, look at this. You’re not to delete it without permission.”
She nodded. He turned away and set the phone on his desk before turning to lean on it, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes on her bottom. Amy faced forward, accepting this as a part of her punishment.
Neither spoke for several moments until finally, Cade approached and she felt him take hold of the tubing. She remained still as he slid the end of it out of her bottom then squeezed all her muscles again so as not to release the enema.
“There,” he said once it was out. She waited while he cleaned everything up, all the while still holding her position. “Come here, Amy,” he said.
She straightened and turned to find him standing to one side of his desk holding the cane. With heavy legs, she walked toward him.
“Time for your caning. Bend over the desk, please, keep your legs together, and spread your arms wide. Do not move, do not rise. If you do, we start at one, is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“After six, you’ll be allowed to release your enema. You’ll then return to take the final seven.”
She nodded and he gestured for her to bend over his desk, which he’d cleared of any clutter. She moved slowly, knowing the pain to come, dreading it, but also knowing she’d have to get through these. Her bottom would be raw tonight, but she knew she deserved each and every stroke of the cane.
“I’m ready, sir,” she said, gripping the ends of the desk.
He didn’t waste time, and he didn’t instruct her to count them out. He struck low and hard, concentrating on the lower half of her bottom. She grunted with each stroke, calling out with some, fisting her hands around the edges of the table to remain as she was. She raised her foot twice, but a quick tap of the cane on the underside of that foot put a stop to that until finally the strokes were over and somehow, she’d not had an embarrassing accident during the caning.
She rose just slightly, but then stopped, waiting for permission. It came not so much in words but in a nod. And when he followed her into the bathroom and held her hands as she sat down, flinching at the pain of her freshly caned bottom, a new panic gripped her.
“Please don’t watch.”
He nodded and rose, then left the bathroom and closed the door behind him. It was another ten minutes before Amy emerged once again, relieved and yet still anticipating the last of the cane strokes. Cade waited for her at his desk, cane in hand. He smiled. “Better?”
She nodded.
“Come here then and let’s get this punishment over with. I want to hold my wife.”
His words made her look up at him. His eyes were soft, warm, and there was a tenderness in them that touched her, that strengthened her, and she went to him more easily. She bent over the desk and lifted her bottom to him and took her cane strokes in silence, gritting her teeth as each one burned a stripe of fire across her already punished bottom. But somehow she got through it, even as the last strokes marked her too-sensitive thighs, and when it was over, she heard Cade drop the cane to the floor before he picked her up in his arms.
Tears she hadn’t shed during her harsh punishment fell now, drenching his shirt through as she wept into his chest, hiding her face as she did even while he pulled her closer, carrying her through to the house and into their bedroom, laying her gently on her belly on the bed and lying beside her, their faces just inches apart. Eyes open, they watched one another and Amy’s tears slowly subsided until all that was left was quiet breathing. Cade’s fingers touched her face, gently wiping away the last of her tears and pushing the hair from her face. His lips came to just brush against hers in the softest of kisses until exhaustion caught up with Amy. Exhaustion from the stresses of school and of her family the last weeks, exhaustion from her physical punishment and emotional release, and she fell into a deep sleep, one that lasted through the night and late into the following day. And when she woke to sunshine pouring in from the windows, she felt good, felt light, and perhaps just a little bit more sure of herself. When Cade walked in with a smile on his face, a towel wrapped around his hips, his hair wet from the shower, she smiled back, flinching a little when she sat up, reaching up to him when he came to her, making love to her like he’d not made love to her before.
Chapter Eleven
If Cade hadn’t made breakfast for her on the day of her final exam, Amy would likely not have eaten a thing. She’d been so nervous that morning that she hadn’t been sure she’d be able to get anything down at all, much less keep it down. But as she walked out of the front doors of school and toward her car, she breathed a sigh of relief, spending a moment standing still in the beautiful midday sun. The test was now behind her and she felt good about it.
Her cell phone rang, bringing her out of her reverie. She looked at the display and smiled. It was Cade, of course. He had been keeping an eye on the time.
“And?” he asked without even a hello.
“I think it went well,” she said, smiling. “I think I may actually have passed this time. Professor Brown said he’d call as soon as he knew and we’ll know for sure. It wasn’t easy but I feel good about it. I think it really went well, Cade.”
She could almost hear him smiling on the other end of the line. “Congratulations.”
“Well, wait,” she said, walking toward her car. “I could be wrong.” Her old insecurity began to creep up to the surface, but Amy straightened her spine and her resolve. “Nope, not thinking that.”
“That’s my girl,” Cade said.
“Where are you, by the way? It sounds like you’re driving.”
“Turn around,” he said just as she crossed the street to the parking lot.
She did, her smile widening. “Hey!” Cade was just pulling into the parking lot. She went to him, almost running as he brought the car to a stop and got out. Both of them still held their phones to their ears.
“So I’m saying congratulations already because I’m certain you passed with flying colors,” Cade said, finally tucking his phone into his pocket and taking hers from her. He leaned down to kiss her, his hands circling her waist.
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