Sentenced to the Punishment Clinic

by Carole Archer

  Maria’s eyes widened as his hand cracked down on her left buttock. He continued to pound his solid palm against the same spot numerous times, until it burned. “No more, stop, please, I can’t stand it,” she yelled, as he moved to the other cheek and gave it the same treatment.

  “I’ll stop when you’re ready to do as you’re told,” he said, slapping her buttocks repeatedly. His sharp swats were hurting and she kicked her legs, reaching her hand back. “No,” he scolded, grasping her wrist and holding it against the small of her back as he turned his attention to her sit spots.

  Maria howled in pain, squirming as his hand went lower and burned her upper thighs. Hauling her further forward, he landed sharp slaps on her thighs, moving gradually lower. Tears dripped from Maria’s eyes and she yelled out. “No, stop, I’ll be good, I swear. I’ll do anything you say, just please stop.”

  Her spanking stopped immediately and Dr. Carter released his grip. Easing herself up, Maria turned away and swiped at the tears that streaked her cheeks. She was angry and embarrassed that she had allowed him to reduce her to tears.

  “It’s okay to cry,” he said, turning her to face him and using his thumbs to brush away her tears. “I expect you’ll do a lot more crying before the day is over.” Maria frowned, hoping he was wrong. She had no intention of sobbing like a baby, or being led away dressed like one. Thinking back to the girl in the next cell, Maria changed her opinion and thought that stupid young woman deserved everything she had coming to her. It might actually help her to toughen up a bit. She’d get nowhere in life if she cried at the drop of a hat. Maria had learned that the hard way.

  “Tears are the body’s natural way of showing sadness, fear, and even remorse for our sins,” Dr. Carter said. “You’ll be feeling guilty for the crimes you’ve committed, the people you’ve hurt in doing so, and as you accept your punishment, your remorse will come out by way of tears and apologies.”

  Maria gritted her teeth. She felt no remorse. She did what she had to do. And it was laughable she was expected to have pity for those rich bureaucrats, who were more crooked than she was. She wisely kept her feelings to herself, chewed on her lower lip, and raised her head. Gazing into Dr. Carter’s eyes, she nodded slowly. “I am sorry,” she lied. “I’m ready to pay the price for my crimes.” Swallowing hard, she balled her fists, her nails pressing into her soft fleshy palms. “I’m ready to be obedient.”

  “Good girl,” he said, leading her across to the examination table. “I think it’s time for us to begin your punishment.”

  Chapter Four

  “Ah, here’s Nancy with your enema,” Dr. Carter said, as they reached the examination table. “Bend forward and put your hands there.” Taking a deep breath, Maria leaned forward and placed her palms on the cold, hard surface. She stared at her splayed fingers, instinctively closing her eyes and gritting her teeth as hands parted her buttocks and a finger pressed into her anus.

  “Relax,” Dr. Carter urged, as he eased his finger out. The rigid nozzle was pressed into Maria’s rectum and, although it was uncomfortable, she brought to mind the small enema bag she had earlier seen administered to the young girl. It hadn’t looked too bad, and at least there was a toilet close by. Swallowing hard, she winced when the water started to flow into her. After a few seconds, as it continued to fill her, she glanced over her shoulder. Her eyes widened when she saw the huge, bulging bag suspended from a hook. “No, my God, I can’t take all of that,” she protested, panicking as her stomach swelled.

  “Calm down. The enema you witnessed matron administer this morning was only a small one, designed to subdue Miss McIntyre as she travelled to her new home. You’re receiving a punishment enema, which is much larger.”

  “It stings,” Maria shouted. “It’s too much. Oh, you’ve got to stop it, now.”

  A hand pressed against Maria’s back and she was forced forward. “You’ll stop this nonsense right now, if you know what’s good for you.” Dr. Carter slapped Maria’s right butt cheek hard, and she yelped. Balling her hands into fists, she took a few deep breaths. “No, I can’t hold it,” she shouted, straightening up and clutching at her bloated stomach. “It hurts. I need to go.”

  Maria felt some small relief when Dr. Carter reached up and snapped off the clamp, but when he put his hands under her armpits and lifted her up, plonking her butt on the end of the examination table and pushing her backwards, her anxiety levels increased. “Scott, come and hold her,” he said, as the guard reappeared. Maria had hoped he had other girls to torment and wouldn’t be joining them. It was bad enough the dishy doctor doing such humiliating things to her, but the security man was even more attractive and several years younger. She was more embarrassed—if that was possible—for him to see her in such a predicament.

  “Is she misbehaving?” Scott asked, grinning as Maria was forced onto her back. With her legs pulled back over her head, Maria wailed as she once again found herself in the humiliating diaper position, her backside raised from the table and her buttocks spread. Glancing up at Scott, who tightly gripped her ankles as he gazed at her through her spread legs, Maria’s cheeks burned.

  “Yes, but it’s a good thing we know how to deal with naughty girls. Nancy, go and get a large soap stick,” Dr. Carter instructed. Maria watched as the young nurse trotted across the room, stretching up on tiptoes as she reached into the cabinet. Lifting down a small white box, she rummaged through it. Spinning round, she grinned and held up a large stick of soap, at least an inch wide and three inches long.

  Maria protested when the doctor grasped the nozzle in her anus and yanked it out. Her objections increased when Nancy stepped between her legs, held the piece of soap aloft before lowering it out of sight, between her legs. Maria winced as it was pressed against her anus. Pushing the end into Maria’s rectum, the nurse giggled as she pushed it in halfway and then proceeded to fuck her asshole with it. “Do you like that?” she asked, grinning.

  “That’s enough,” Dr. Carter said, and the nurse reluctantly stepped aside. Maria stared at him as he gripped the soap stick. He stared back before pushing firmly on it. Maria gasped as the slippery chunk of soap was swallowed up by her anus and pushed deeper into her by the doctor’s finger. “Get it out, no, you have to get it out.”

  “It’ll come out, all in good time,” he said, his eyebrows arched as he thrust the nozzle back into her behind. “I trust you’re going to behave now.”

  Maria nodded, squeezing her eyes shut as the clamp opened and the water continued to fill her. Not much time had elapsed when she whimpered and pleaded for them to stop again, and she was horrified when she looked down and saw her distended abdomen. The soap suds enema burned deep within her and the terrible cramping began. “Oh, God, no, you’ve got to let me go.” Her protests were ignored and she gripped the edges of the table as Scott simply pulled her further back, raising her hips higher from the table.

  “That’s it, you’ve taken it all,” Dr. Carter announced a few seconds later, pulling the nozzle from her bottom. “Nurse, give me another soap stick.” Maria yelled and tried to kick as another large bullet-shaped object was handed to the doctor. He pushed it into her tight hole, keeping a grip on the base.

  “Young lady, I very much doubt the sincerity of your earlier apology. You don’t yet regret your actions, but you will,” he said, his face stern as he gazed down at her. “By the time you leave here tomorrow, you will very much rue your crimes. You will be grateful, if somewhat humiliated, that you have learned the error of your ways.”

  “Hell will freeze over first.” Maria spat the words out, throwing her head back and yelling as the soap stick was thrust into her bottom.

  “And a larger one, please, Nancy.” Maria looked down and saw the nurse place what appeared to be half a bar of soap into the doctor’s hand. She wailed as, with some difficulty, he pushed it into her, stretching her anus wide.

  “This is what Miss McIntyre will be receiving round about now. She’ll be on her back on a changing
mat, a large soap stick being worked in and out of her behind. And then her bottom hole will be cleaned thoroughly with a toothbrush,” he said. Maria winced. “If she still misbehaves, toothpaste will be applied to the brush, and I’m sure you don’t want to discover how much that stings?” Maria shook her head and clutched at her stomach as her bowels churned. She was grateful when the large piece of soap was removed from her stinging asshole and she was helped down from the table.

  “Right, let’s see if you’re ready to do as you’re told now. Hands on your head while I check you over.” Maria reached up and placed her hands on her head, her teeth grating together as her stomach did cartwheels.

  “Please, doctor, I’m not being disobedient, but I really need to go.” She dropped her hands down and rubbed her stomach.

  “You’ll show some restraint, young lady,” Dr. Carter said, grasping her hands and placing them back on top of her head. “Nurse, get the chart.” Maria closed her eyes, groaning as a cramp took hold and she leaned forward.

  “For goodness’ sake, stand up straight, girl,” Dr. Carter said, as the cramp subsided and Maria leaned back. “Right, let’s do a quick check. How tall are you?”

  Maria took a deep breath, her buttocks clenched. “Four foot ten.” Hissing, she doubled up again, as Nancy scribbled on the chart.

  “We’ll weigh you after you’ve emptied your bowels,” the doctor said, lifting his stethoscope, placing the cold disk against her chest and listening to her heart. Maria blinked rapidly, her feet shuffling as soapy water sloshed around inside her stomach. Sweat beaded on her brow, and her squirming became more pronounced. Ignoring her discomfort, the doctor continued to examine her, checking her ears, nose, and throat, muttering away as Nancy scribbled down the information he conveyed to her.

  Maria groaned as she bent forward again, reaching back to clutch her bottom cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she muttered, turning and heading towards the toilet in the corner of the room. She waddled slowly, terrified she wasn’t going to make it, and felt relief when she turned around and plonked herself onto the seat. If she’d stood there any longer, she would have had an accident, and she couldn’t bear that. It would be worse than anything they could do to her. Slumping forward, she put her head in her hands and wept, as she evacuated her bowels in front of three strangers. Maria remained in position for several minutes, taken by surprise a couple of times when she discovered she was not yet empty.

  “Come on, sweetheart. Get up and wipe your bottom. I’m sure you don’t want me to have to take you across my knee and spank you, before doing it for you.”

  Maria shook her head and rose, her cheeks scarlet as she accepted the wadded-up toilet paper. Reaching around to wipe her butt, she couldn’t help but notice that Dr. Carter watched her intently. Dropping the tissue into the toilet, her blush deepened as he flushed the toilet a couple of times.

  “Unfortunately, young lady, your failure to obey has earned you extra punishment.”

  “But I did obey,” Maria protested, whirling round to face him.

  “I told you to hold onto your enema while I examined you. Sadly, you failed to do that.”

  Maria’s shoulders slumped. “But I tried my best.” Her voice sounded whiney and pathetic, and she quickly pulled her shoulders back and glared at the doctor. “No one could hold that for so long. You try it,” she said defiantly.

  Dr. Carter raised his eyebrows and shook his head. “I don’t need to try it. You’re the one being punished. It isn’t supposed to be easy. Let’s try again. Over the table or over my knee, your choice?”

  Maria strode across the room towards the table, ignoring the smirking Nancy and Scott. Leaning forward, she lowered her head and pressed her hands against the table. She vowed she would stay in position this time. She had no desire to go across the doctor’s knee, or to be held so embarrassingly open again by the guard.

  Breathing slowly, she groaned as a plug was eased into her bottom, but seconds later she reared up as it started to expand widthways.

  “Relax,” Dr. Carter said, applying gentle pressure between her shoulder blades until her breasts were flattened against the table. “You’re going to be taking a larger enema this time, and I’m using an inflatable plug to help you hold it.”

  She guessed she should be grateful for the assistance, but Maria didn’t feel very thankful, squirming as the plug continued to stretch her. Struggling to keep her hands flat on the table, she reached forward and gripped the edge of it. “Please, you’re going to split me open. Stop.” Maria tightened her hold to prevent her hands reaching back and interfering with her punishment.

  “That’s it,” Dr. Carter said, patting her bottom. “Good girl. You need to be punished most severely, but if you behave I’ll reward you by making things a little easier where possible.”

  Maria nodded, flinching as the water started to drain from the bag and move into her bowels. It flowed in more easily this time, and she wondered if that had anything to do with the attachment or whether it was simply because she was emptier now. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on her breathing, finding the bloated sensation almost soothing.

  “Well done, you’ve taken it all,” Dr. Carter said a short time later, as he helped her into a standing position. “I’m just going to run through a medical questionnaire with you.” Dr. Carter took the chart from Nancy and ran through basic questions about Maria’s health. When she doubled up as a cramp hit, she was surprised when arms wrapped around her waist from behind, and soft hands massaged her swollen belly. As the pain eased she stood straight, leaning back against Scott as he continued to caress her stomach.

  “Right, Miss Davis, are you ready to cooperate now?” Dr. Carter asked, as he completed the questionnaire and put the chart down on the table.

  Maria nodded. “Yes, I am.” Taking a deep breath, she pulled her shoulders back and looked him in the eye.

  “Are you ready to release your enema?”

  Heat rose to her cheeks as she nodded again, anxiously chewing her lower lip.

  “Very well. Ask me for permission?”

  “What?” Maria’s eyes widened as she gazed disbelievingly at Dr. Carter. He smiled and nodded. “I’m waiting,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. “If you go to the toilet again without asking, we’ll simply repeat your enema. We can do this as many times as you make it necessary.”

  Taking a few steadying breaths, Maria tipped her head back and held the doctor’s gaze. Swallowing her pride, she blinked several times before speaking. “Pl-pl-please, D-D-Dr. Carter,” she stammered, shuffling her feet. She was angry with herself for stuttering and tried to get her nerves under control. “Please, may I have permission to r-r-release my e-e-enema?” She whispered the final word, her cheeks burning as she fought against her embarrassment. “Please,” she implored, biting down on her lower lip. The pressure against her anus was increasing. She felt certain that, without the inflatable plug, she would have already had an accident.

  “Very well,” Dr. Carter replied, smiling as he gripped the plug, deflated it, and pulled it out. Maria’s hands were immediately on her buttocks, gripping them and squeezing her muscles as she moved awkwardly across the room. Dr. Carter stepped in front of the toilet, blocking her way, and pointed to the open shower. “Squat down there and release it, so I can see you’re clean.”

  “Oh, no, I can’t do that.” Maria’s gaze fell from his eyes to the toilet just beyond where he stood.

  “I thought you were being obedient,” Dr. Carter said, sighing as he pointed to the floor. Maria glanced down at the small square of tiling, sloping down towards a drain. Shaking her head, she shuffled her feet and clutched her stomach. “Please, let me use the toilet. I’m begging you. Don’t make me do it there.” Maria’s face and neck was hot with embarrassment, and sweat trickled down her spine as she tried to hold on to the massive amount of water swirling around inside her. “Please. I’ll do anything.”

  Dr. Carter gripped her by the arms. “Be a good girl
and squat down, or I’ll have to spank you for disobedience. I’m sure you don’t want that. I wonder how long you could hold on then. You’d be in real trouble if you had an accident over my trousers.”

  Maria swallowed hard. If he started to spank her, she had no chance of holding on, and having an accident across his lap would be more humiliating than doing what he asked. Resigned to her fate, she stepped into the cubicle, her back to Dr. Carter. Closing her eyes, she squatted down. The movement caused her enema to immediately come flooding out, and her cheeks burned with shame.

  “Very good, as I suspected you’re nice and clean now. It’s just clear water.” Maria looked down as another explosion of water exited her behind, and she was relieved to see there was in fact nothing but water making its way down the drain in front of her feet.

  “There was no soap in the second enema,” he explained, reaching up to adjust the showerhead before turning on the water. “It was just to rinse you out. Get yourself cleaned up, then we’ll deal with this,” he added, tugging at her pubic hair before walking away.

  Maria blushed, covering her mound with her hand as she reached for the bar of soap and sponge sitting on the small tray on the wall. She spent the next few minutes soaping herself up, spreading the lather across her body, and relaxing under the hot water. Glancing over towards the doctor, she eyed him suspiciously as he pulled the padded table away from the wall and spread blue disposable paper roll over its length. Wheeling over a small trolley, he laid out a razor, a small bowl of water, and shaving soap.

  Picking up a towel, Dr. Carter strolled towards Maria, waiting while she rinsed her hair and body. Switching off the water, he handed her the towel. “Get dried and come over here,” he said, moving away from her and waiting by the table.