Sentenced to the Punishment Clinic

by Carole Archer

  “Such a bad girl,” the doctor scolded, slapping her buttocks alternately. Maria struggled, kicking her legs hard and flailing her arms around. But no matter how hard she fought him, his hand continued to strike her bottom cheeks, building up an uncomfortable sting.

  “Stop, I’ll be good,” she shouted, desperate for him to cease spanking her. It was the most humiliating position she had ever found herself in—even worse than the diaper position of minutes earlier—but it was also unbearably painful. She was in danger of crying if he didn’t stop soon. She was mortified at the thought and bit down hard on her lip as she clawed at the mattress. She was extremely relieved when his hand stilled and rubbed gently.

  “Right, I’ll just keep you here while I insert this,” he said, reaching down to the floor. Maria looked over her shoulder and shuddered as she saw him pick up the suppository. “Just relax. This bit doesn’t need to hurt. If you behave yourself, you’ll barely feel a thing.”

  Closing her eyes, Maria clasped her hands in front of her. She had a sinking feeling he was letting her know other things they were going to do would be significantly more painful. Bracing herself, she gritted her teeth, wincing as his finger pushed the plug deeper. He was right, it didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t comfortable, and it was entirely unnatural to have things pushed into a hole that was there solely for stuff to come out of.

  “Good girl. That’s going to melt while you sleep,” he said, helping her to her feet. Maria blushed as she saw Scott standing in the doorway, grinning. She felt some relief when he excused himself and left the room, but wished he had gone sooner and not witnessed her being spanked.

  “I want you to get into bed now, and stay there until morning. There’s a camera up there,” Dr. Carter said, pointing up at the small red light that blinked intermittently. “One of us will be watching you at all times. You now know what’ll happen if you’re disobedient.”

  Maria nodded and lowered her head. She wondered what the hell she could do to be considered disobedient, but decided against asking.

  “I’ll bring the toilet to you in the morning. You might feel the urge to go during the night, but you can and will hold it. Heaven help you if you have an accident,” he said. Maria shuddered, pressing her hands to her stomach. There didn’t appear to be anything going on in there just now, and she hoped she could hold on until morning. She’d die of shame if she soiled the bed, and she had a feeling Dr. Carter would be none too happy.

  “Now, before you get into bed, give me a twirl. Let me have a look at you properly.”

  Maria’s cheeks flushed as she stood in front of him and slowly rotated, lowering her eyes as she turned back to face the attractive doctor.

  “Your bottom’s nice and pink,” he said, laughing when her cheeks burned in response. “I wonder if I could spank it as red as your face.” Maria was taken completely off guard when he gave her a small hug. Helping her onto her bed, he urged her into a face-down position on top of the white sheet. “Do yourself a favour, sweetheart,” he said, patting her stinging butt before unfolding the blanket and draping it over her. “Learn a lesson from this experience, and change your life.”

  “You know nothing about me,” Maria mumbled into her pillow. “You know nothing about the struggles I face.”

  “No,” he whispered, crouching down beside her and stroking her back, “but I see girls just like you every week. Take your punishment, and then go and seek help. Turn your back on a life of crime.”

  Turning her head away, Maria ignored him and was relieved when his footsteps moved across the room and the door closed behind him. She heard the cell door beside hers open, and minutes later the occupant started to cry again. Stinging slaps rang out, and Maria clasped her hands to her own buttocks. The spanking stopped, but the girl started to plead and beg, before crying once more.

  A long time later, after lots more wailing, heartfelt pleas, and sound smacks on bare flesh, the adjoining cell door banged shut and Maria listened as the footsteps moved away. Glancing up at the blinking red light in the corner of the room, she rolled onto her side and curled up into a ball, pulling the blanket around her.

  Closing her eyes, grateful they were seemingly going to leave her alone for now, she tried to sleep. But the crying of the girl next door, combined with the fear of what they had planned for her, kept Maria awake most of the night.

  Chapter Three

  Next morning the cell door opened and Dr. Carter entered Maria’s cell, a large bucket in his hand. “Morning, did you sleep well?” he asked cheerfully.

  Maria shook her head and sat up, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs. Glancing at the wall, the doctor nodded his head. “Ah, I’m sorry your neighbour disturbed you. I guess your imagination kept you awake too, wondering what we might do.”

  Maria nodded again, lowering her legs and clutching her stomach. Her bowels had churned a couple of times during the night. It hadn’t been too bad, but now she was quite desperate. “Have you come to take me to the toilet?”

  Dr. Carter smiled and put the bucket onto the floor, stepping back to stand in the doorway. “No. Even better, I’ve brought the toilet to you.”

  “That?” Maria asked, her eyes wide as she gazed in disbelief at the bucket. “No, I can’t.” Her cheeks flushed as she shook her head. “I won’t.”

  “Let me give you some advice,” Dr. Carter said, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned against the door frame. “The young woman next door soiled the bed on her first night here. She’s been here for four nights now and refuses to comply with our demands. That’s the maximum we can hold someone, so today she’ll be collected by matron and taken to the nursery.” Maria frowned, but allowed the doctor to continue.

  “She’ll spend the next seven days with a permanently sore bottom, inside and out. She’ll be spanked regularly and will wear diapers at all times, apart from when she’s being chastised, of course.” Maria’s eyes widened. What he described was more than humiliating.

  “If she wants to act like a small child, she’ll be treated like one,” he continued. “At the end of the week, she’ll be brought back here. Hopefully she’ll be ready to accept the discipline she has earned. If not, matron will simply find her a home where she can live out the rest of her days as a child.” Maria’s eyes widened.

  Swallowing anxiously, Maria rose from the bed, her stomach doing cartwheels. Looking at the bucket, she took a tentative step closer, one arm across her chest, the other covering her pussy.

  Dr. Carter sighed impatiently. “Do you want to start the day with a spanking?”

  Maria shook her head and took another step forward. Glancing up at Dr. Carter, she turned her back to him and lowered herself over the bucket. Gritting her teeth, she held on as long as she could, before her bladder involuntarily started to empty into the plastic receptacle. Tears of shame stinging her eyes, Maria remained squatted as her bowels cramped and she allowed them to empty. Her thighs ached and although she was humiliated beyond belief, she stood up when Dr. Carter ordered her to, bending forward to touch her toes and remaining still as he wiped her pussy and bottom clean.

  “Good girl, lie down on the bed. Nurse Nancy will bring your breakfast, then we can get started. Remember what I told you,” he said, pointing in the direction of the next room as a red-faced Maria lowered herself down to sit on the bed. She nodded, having no intention of making the mistakes her neighbour had. She wanted this over with as quickly as possible. Cheeks burning with embarrassment, she squeezed her eyes tightly shut as Dr. Carter picked up the bucket and left the room.

  A couple of minutes later, the nurse entered, cheerful as ever. “Good morning,” she greeted Maria. “A hearty breakfast for the condemned man, or should I say woman,” she said, giggling as she held a tray out to her. “I trust you had a pleasant night’s sleep?”

  “Thank you,” Maria replied, ignoring the question. She had little appetite for the cereal, toast, boiled egg, and orange juice that had be
en served to her—and had less appetite for the nurse’s humour. Glancing down at the tray, she lowered it to the floor. “I’m not hungry. Actually, I feel quite sick.”

  The nurse smiled kindly. “That’s natural, but you really must eat. If you don’t…”

  Nancy stopped speaking and moved out into the corridor, as the sound of footsteps echoed. Maria guessed it was another female as high heels clicked on the tiled floor. She hoped desperately it was not someone else turning up to add to her humiliation.

  Maria strained her ears to hear the whispered voices, but did not dare to move nearer in case they assumed she was trying to escape again. She had now given up on that plan as it was impossible, and in her current state of undress she wouldn’t get very far, even if she did manage to break out of this fortress. Looking around the room, she noticed the rest of her clothes had now disappeared, too. Scowling, she guessed the doctor had taken them.

  Bending forward, Maria picked up a piece of toast and nibbled off the corner. Maybe she should try to eat. When Nancy returned a minute or so later, Maria had managed to eat one of the two slices.

  “Come with me,” Nancy said, moving towards her and taking her hand, pulling Maria from her bed, out through the doorway. and into the adjoining cell. Maria gasped when she saw a young female standing in the centre of the room with her back to her. Her bottom and upper thighs were covered with red marks. An older woman in a starched white dress towered over her, gripping the girl’s upper arms. The new arrival’s grey hair was pulled back in a tight bun, showing off her round face. Although her features appeared to be stretched taut at the hairline, her eyes remained narrow. Maria correctly guessed this to be matron.

  “Right, young lady, let’s give you a small taste of what your defiance has earned you,” the woman said, sitting down on the bed and sweeping the sobbing girl across her lap. Matron clamped her arm across the girl’s back before reaching across the bed for a large, wooden-backed hairbrush.

  Maria gasped as the brush cracked down on the girl’s backside, and she watched in fascination as her buttocks flattened under the impact of the brush before springing back, an oval mark standing out against the already well punished cheeks. The young girl screamed, her arms and legs flailing around, but the older woman never slowed the pace as she peppered smacks against the squirming, crimson bottom.

  “Nurse, go into my bag and get me an enema,” the matron instructed, as she moved her attention to her victim’s sit spots. The girl’s struggles intensified, and her cries rose in volume as the brush cracked repeatedly against the base of her buttocks. Maria hissed through her teeth as the tempo of the paddling increased, until mercifully the matron stopped and put the brush down, reaching out and taking a small inflated bag from the nurse. It had a long, thin nozzle, and Maria shuddered, believing she knew where it was about to go.

  “Lubricate her anus.” Maria watched as Nancy squirted gel over her finger before pushing it into the struggling girl’s rectum. Her finger was removed and the matron used one hand to part her victim’s buttocks before pushing the nozzle into her. Apart from a small whimper as it was seated, the girl remained in position and did not protest. Maria watched wide-eyed as matron took hold of the bag in both hands and squeezed it firmly. The prone female gave a squeak of shock and rose slightly, but immediately slumped back down as the nozzle was pulled out.

  “Butt plug.” At matron’s demand, Nancy dipped her hand into the large bag and fished out a small pink item. It had a rubbery appearance and Maria thought it looked like a baby’s pacifier. Her mouth fell open in shock as matron parted the girl’s buttocks and Nancy pushed the plug in until only the small ring was visible between the well spanked, crimson cheeks.

  “Up,” matron snapped, slapping the girl’s ass. The small redhead was immediately up on her feet, hands at her sides. Maria watched, her heart hammering, as the girl—approximately eighteen or nineteen years of age—was laid on her back and fastened into a large diaper, before a short frilly dress, white ankle socks, and navy blue buckled shoes were added. She sobbed throughout, occasionally swiping away her tears, but no longer resisted. Standing her up, the nurse roughly brushed her hair, fastening it up with barrettes either side of her head. The red-eyed girl glanced away when Maria smiled sympathetically.

  “This is appalling,” Maria blurted out. “It can’t be legal.” Snatching up the brush, matron stepped towards her and held it aloft. “The court has authorised my nursery, and I have plenty of space available for another brat. If you don’t watch yourself, I’ll be back to collect you in a few days. I can give you a taster now, if you’d like.”

  Maria’s face paled and she took a backward step as she shook her head. She was relieved when matron dropped the brush back into her bag. Maria watched in horror as the still crying girl followed matron from the room, her dress so short that the diaper was visible. Suddenly she stopped and her hand reached back. “I need the toilet,” she pleaded, stamping her foot on the floor. Her tantrum earned her a swat to the bare thigh, eliciting a scream and further stamping from her. “You’ll go on the potty as soon as we get home, before you’re spanked and put to bed for your morning nap. You’ll get another spanking before lunch and one before dinner, then it’s bath and bed for you, my girl, with a bedtime spanking, of course.” As the girl disappeared from view, Maria felt pity for her, but knew there was nothing she could do—apart from ensure the same fate did not befall her.

  Turning back to Nancy, she tried a small smile, though her stomach lurched with fear. “Can I finish my breakfast?” she asked, feeling relief when the nurse led her back to her own cell. Picking up her tray, she started to eat, even though she felt increasingly ill. She would do whatever was asked of her and get out of this place the very next day. No matter how bad things got, she would not give matron the opportunity to dress her up like a child and put her in diapers.

  “I’ll leave you alone to finish off,” Nancy said, backing out of the room. “Dr. Carter wanted you to see that,” she said, indicating in the direction of the next cell. Maria was surprised to see the young woman looked sad and had no joke to make this time. “He warned her what would happen if she didn’t comply, but she didn’t take his threats seriously. He wanted you to see first-hand what could happen if you prevent your punishment being carried out.”

  Maria nodded. “I’ll give you no trouble.” She knew it would be a hard promise to keep, but the images etched in her mind would keep her strong.

  “Where are my clothes?”

  “Don’t worry, you’ll get them back before you leave. You won’t be needing them while you’re here. It’s all part of the process to cause maximum humiliation.” Maria scowled as the door closed and she heard the key turn in the lock. Sighing deeply, she picked up her breakfast and continued to eat, ignoring the rising nausea in her stomach.

  * * *

  A short time later, Maria’s cell door swung open. Dr. Carter and Nancy stepped inside. Nancy smiled warmly as she picked up the empty breakfast tray, and Maria held her gaze for a few seconds, before the pretty blonde turned and left the room.

  “Come on,” said Dr. Carter, draping an arm around Maria’s waist as she met him in the doorway. She still tried to cover herself with her arms, which he ignored. “Let’s get this over and done with, and this time tomorrow you’ll be out of here.” The thought of leaving was a comfort to Maria and she clung to the image of walking out of the front door, fully dressed, instead of naked as she was now, her bare feet padding on the cold floor.

  Heading down the stairs, Dr. Carter led Maria to a door labelled ‘examination room.’ Stopping in front of the door, he turned to face her. “I see your sort way too often,” he said, shaking his head as he tucked her hair behind her ears and framed her face with his hands. “You don’t commit crime because you’re evil, but because you believe you have no other choice. The collapse of the banks has caused this unfair society we’re currently living in, and the government’s main focus is sadly on them help
ing themselves,” he said, a hint of bitterness to his voice. “But there are still other ways.”

  “You don’t understand,” Maria protested. “There is no other way for me.”

  “There are always choices to make. After we’ve dealt with you, I really don’t want to see you here again,” the doctor said.

  “Believe me, the feeling’s mutual,” Maria replied dryly.

  “And I certainly don’t want to see you whisked away with matron. We punish because it’s our job. She does it because she enjoys it. Though, to be fair,” he said, gazing wistfully at her, “there are some perks to this job. I can’t deny I enjoy what I do, but I hope our little team is teaching the young women who come here a valuable lesson, showing them that there are other ways.”

  Maria sighed. The doctor appeared to be a good man, but he was as clueless as the government officials with his claims to want to help her. He presumably had a nice home and a family, and she couldn’t imagine they wanted for anything. He didn’t understand how it was to be left with nothing, and she wasn’t about to waste her time trying to persuade him to see her point of view.

  “Right, let’s go,” he said, taking Maria’s hand and leading her through the door. She looked around the huge, whitewashed room. A few chairs were scattered around, as well as a desk and two examination tables, one padded and presumably a lot more comfortable than the other. At the far side of the room was an open shower with a toilet beside it. She shuddered, hoping she wouldn’t be expected to use either of those. “Stand in the centre of the room there,” Dr. Carter said, pointing to a spot just in front of the hard-topped examination table. “Hands on your head. Legs spread wide.”

  “I don’t understand why I have to stand in such a…” Maria shrieked as Dr. Carter grasped her wrist and dragged her across the room. Pulling a straight-backed chair away from the wall, he sat down and hauled her over his lap. “Remember what I said, young lady. I won’t give you the same instruction twice. Disobey me and there will be consequences. The sooner you learn that, the quicker we’ll get through this process.”