“Ready?” Paula asked, taking a tight grip on Megan’s panties and tugging them upwards again.
“Yes, miss,” Megan replied, closing her eyes. She yelped as her pussy was suddenly slapped hard. Gritting her teeth, her legs wobbled but she did not attempt to rise. Another swat landed and she threw her head back, letting out a wail.
“Last one,” Paula said, rubbing her hand against her target. Megan’s eyes opened wide and she squatted deeper. Fingers trailed along the fabric of her panties. When the hand moved away, Megan stilled, sucking in her breath as the final smack landed. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her pussy tingled, and she gasped loudly, but she somehow managed to remain in position.
“Good girl,” Paula praised, rubbing her hand firmly over the gusset of Megan’s panties. “You can stand up now.” On shaky legs, Megan rose, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. “Now, I trust there’ll be no further delays,” Paula said, lowering herself back onto the chair and picking up the hairbrush.
“No, miss,” Megan promised, stepping toward her and reaching under her gown. Easing her panties out from between her buttocks, she slowly peeled them down to mid-thigh. She took a deep breath as she moved to the side of the chair, lifted her gown, and lowered herself over Paula’s thighs, before reaching down to grasp the chair legs.
“See, you can be good when you want to,” Paula said, patting Megan’s bare buttocks with the brush. “Is your pussy sore?”
“Yes, miss,” Megan whimpered, parting her thighs as the brush was laid on her back and slender fingers stroked her stinging mound. She held her breath as a finger slipped between her swollen pussy lips, the long fingernail trailing along her slit, all the way to her anus. “Ohhh,” she groaned, raising her hips as the finger tickled her tight rosebud.
“Well, bear that in mind if you decide to disobey me again,” Paula scolded, slapping Megan’s buttock. The younger woman yelped at the unexpected sting, holding her breath as the brush was picked up and an arm enfolded around her waist.
“I’m sorry I was naughty. Truly I am. I… owwwwww.” Megan’s apology was cut short when the hairbrush smacked down hard on her buttock. Heavy swats pummelled her behind and she kicked her legs hard, screeching and throwing her head back. She tried to maintain her grip on the chair, but after a particularly punishing swat to her upper thigh, her arm reached back involuntarily, touched her buttock and immediately moved back to the chair. “I’m sorry, miss, please stop.”
To Megan’s despair, the spanking continued, the brush bouncing off her buttocks, swatting one cheek then the other. Six solid smacks landed on her right buttock, and her knuckles turned white as she tried to maintain her grip on the chair. The hold around her waist tightened, pulling her closer, and Megan hollered in distress as the treatment was repeated to her left buttock.
Megan wondered if her punishment would ever end. Her bottom was burning unbearably, and although the pace did slow down, if anything the brush was brought down harder, flattening her buttocks and driving the air from her lungs. “No more, please,” she pleaded, but her words fell on deaf ears, as the brush continued to punish her cherry red cheeks. Raising her hands to her tearstained face, Megan sobbed openly. She no longer cared how she looked to the two men watching.
Such was Megan’s distress, she did not even realise when her spanking had stopped, until Paula rubbed her sore buttocks and spoke calmly to her. “Stand up when you’re ready.”
Megan continued to sob into her hands. When she was a little less distressed, a tissue was pushed into her hand. “Thank you, miss,” she whispered, grateful to be able to blow her nose and dry her eyes.
Paula helped her to her feet, turning her to stand in front of her. “If you were spanked in my classroom, you would be sent to stand in the corner, your dress raised and your panties around your knees. Your well spanked bottom would serve as a warning to your classmates.” Megan’s face burned almost as much as her bottom. She could not imagine the embarrassment, and wondered how a girl ever faced her friends again after such an experience.
“You’ll be spared that indignity today, but your punishment is far from over. Adam, she’s all yours,” Paula said, smiling as her husband approached.
Tears continued to roll down Megan’s cheeks, as she stared in horror at the doctor’s older brother, grinning wickedly at her. When he gripped her upper arm, her pleading started afresh. “No more. My bottom’s too sore. Please!” His grin widened and Megan’s heart sank. She had no idea how she could take any further punishment, but it seemed she had no choice in the matter. Looking anxiously toward the doctor, she thought she could detect a hint of sympathy in his expression, but as his brother guided her across the room, Dr. Wilkie made no attempt to stop him. When he pointed to the arm of the sofa, Megan lifted her hands to her face and started to sob.
Chapter Seven
Grabbing hold of the hem of Megan’s gown, Adam yanked it up and slapped her buttock. “Stop being so silly, I haven’t even started yet. You’ll calm yourself down before I deal with you. In fact, Paula had a very good idea. You can stand in the corner until this crying has stopped. How long that takes is up to you. Your bottom’s very hot right now,” he said, squeezing her tender buttock. Megan winced and tried to squirm away.
“The longer you stand there,” he said, guiding her toward the corner, “the less effective your warmup spanking will have been. For that reason, I’d personally be happy for you to stand there for an hour. If I start on you now, your bottom’s so hot, you might not get the full benefit of my discipline.”
Megan continued to sniffle into her tissue, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. Her backside throbbed and she was grateful for the respite. Reaching down for her panties, she was confused to discover they were not there. A quick scan of the room helped her locate them—on the floor by the chair where Paula was still seated. She was embarrassed to realise she must have kicked them off during her spanking from the older woman. “My panties,” she said, pointing toward the discarded item.
“You won’t be needing them anymore,” Adam told her, steering her into the corner. “Leave them where they are and stand there, before I decide to dispense with your break and continue immediately.”
Her nose thrust into the corner, Megan reached back and clutched her scorched buttocks, certain they would ignite if she took much more punishment.
“Hands on your head,” Adam instructed. His belt hung ominously from one hand as he stood beside her, and Megan shuddered as she stared down at it and raised her hands. Her attention was diverted when her gown was lifted, and she watched as Paula attached a couple of clothespins, lifting the material clear of her bottom.
Closing her eyes, she swallowed back a sob, as Adam’s large hands cupped her buttocks. “You’ve done a good job,” he said, praising his wife. “She’s nice and warm, but when I’ve finished with her, you’ll be able to fry eggs on this ass.” Megan shuddered as Adam laughed and swatted her cheek sharply, making her yelp.
Megan was grateful when the trio moved away from her, but fretted about what was still to come. She switched off from the idle chatter behind her, as the three drank coffee and caught up on each other’s lives. Instead, Megan took deep breaths and tried to calm herself, as the worst of the sting in her backside subsided.
The longer Megan stood in the corner, the more uncomfortable her position became. Her arms ached and she shuffled around constantly, trying to maintain her stance. Leaning forward, she rested her elbows against the wall, the motion unintentionally thrusting her reddened bottom out toward her punishers.
“Oh, look at that,” Adam said with enthusiasm, getting up and crossing the room. “Such an inviting target. Absolutely perfect.” Grinning, he gripped Megan’s upper arm and steered her across the room. “You’re certainly ready for me now,” he added, pushing her over the arm of the sofa. Grabbing her around the hips, he hoisted Megan further forward, her face buried among the sofa cushions as her legs dangled behind. Her gown remained pinned up,
leaving her bare buttocks perfectly positioned for discipline. Feeling even more vulnerable, she gripped onto a cushion.
“Don’t move, or you’ll regret it,” he told her, pulling his arm back and lashing the belt against her buttocks. Megan shrieked, her legs scissoring as the belt was repeatedly whipped down, heightening the sting that had started to ease during her corner time. She tried to grit her teeth, but could not lay silently as her bottom turned into an inferno. “No, stop, no more,” she shrieked, immediately regretting her actions when she reached back and grabbed the tail of the belt.
“Oh, no, you don’t, young lady. I warned you,” he said, grabbing her around the waist and hauling her to her feet. “If you can’t lie still and take your punishment, you’ll be held down,” he said, pushing her back to sit on the arm of the sofa. Removing the clothespins from the back of her gown, he dropped them onto the floor, before guiding Megan backwards onto the sofa. “Take a leg each and pull them back,” he added. Megan was horrified when Dr. Wilkie and his sister-in-law grasped her ankles and pulled, forcing her to bend her knees and spread her legs wide. Glancing down, her cheeks turned scarlet as she saw her charms displayed so brazenly.
“No!” she shrieked. “I won’t cover my bottom again,” she promised, shaking her head as Adam ignored her, focusing on his target as he raised the belt. She wailed as the leather lashed across her buttocks, stretched taut by her position. Her cries became louder as he strapped her sit spots and upper thighs. She begged, cried, and shouted, but Adam was relentless. He left several seconds between strokes, just enough time to allow her to hope her torment was over, before lashing the belt against her blazing butt once more.
Finally, Megan got a much-needed reprieve. The belt ceased stinging her behind, and instead Adam’s large hands stroked and squeezed her tender buttocks. She winced when her cheeks were pulled apart, but breathed a sigh of relief when they were immediately released.
“Hold her there, I’ve got something special for that bottom hole,” he said. Megan struggled to break free as he walked away, fearful of what his intentions were, but the doctor and Paula held her easily.
“Calm down, sweetheart,” Paula urged, smiling kindly. “You’ve brought this on yourself. The least you can do is take your punishment with good grace.”
Megan gasped and her eyes went wide as saucers when Adam appeared in front of her, brandishing a riding crop. “We’ll just colour in those unspanked bits,” he said, smiling wickedly as he leaned forward and grasped her left buttock, pulling it aside to expose her anus. Megan sobbed as the leather tip of the crop was whipped down between her cheeks, stinging the tender flesh. A couple of dozen swats were applied to either side of her crack, before he turned his attention to her anus. Megan struggled for all she was worth, shrieking and begging for mercy. “Please, make him stop,” she yelled, but was distressed when the two holding her shifted position, only to pull her legs further apart. Several crop strokes landed on her pucker. Each time the leather struck, she yelled and struggled, but as soon as she relaxed, he brought the crop down once more.
“Last one,” Adam announced, cracking the hardest stroke of all between her cheeks. Megan shrieked, reaching for her bottom when she was released, but she was distressed that rubbing her buttocks did nothing to ease the burning sensation in her anus.
“I think now would be a good time to have a break from the physical discipline and move on to phase two,” Dr. Wilkie suggested. Megan had no idea what phase two was, but if it meant no further pain to her bottom, she would welcome it with open arms.
“Shall I prepare her, or do you want me to do the bag?” Paula asked.
“If you wouldn’t mind mixing the solution and filling the bag, I can deal with Megan,” he replied, smiling as he helped the contrite young woman up. She wondered what the bag and solution were, but was just grateful for some temporary respite.
Sitting in the middle of the sofa, Dr. Wilkie pulled on a pair of latex gloves. Megan chewed her lip. She wasn’t sure why, but the action made her squirm with a sensation that was not entirely unpleasant. Uncapping a tube of lubricant, he smeared the clear gel over two fingers. Licking her lips with anticipation, she watched his every movement. “Lie across my lap,” he instructed.
Seeing no immediate danger, and preparing for the possibility of something nice, Megan settled across his firm thighs, parting her legs. “Good girl,” he praised, using one hand to open her buttocks, as the two lubricated fingers rubbed soothingly against her stinging anus. She purred in relief as the cool gel eased the burning sensation. Biting her lower lip, she raised her bottom as he pressed a finger into her anus, thrusting it inside and thoroughly lubricating her. Her groans of pleasure increased as he added a second finger and pushed them in and out of her rectum.
Megan thrust her ass out, brazenly spreading her legs as far apart as possible. Her clit ached to be touched and she arched her back, showing him where else she wanted his fingers.
“What a brazen young woman she is,” Adam said, laughing. Megan’s cheeks flushed, but her desperation for sexual release outweighed her humiliation. “Please,” she begged.
“Maybe later, if you behave yourself,” Dr Wilkie told her, easing his fingers out of her ass and giving it a light smack. “You can start by taking that gown off.”
Pouting, Megan stood up and tugged the gown over her head, hurling it to the floor. She stared at him through narrowed eyes, frustrated he had not given her the release she desperately craved.
“Temper, temper,” he said light-heartedly, his eyes roaming over her body as she stood in front of him, legs apart and hands on hips. Her nipples were erect and she ached with desire. If he threw her to the floor and mounted her, she would put up no resistance, even with his guests watching. In fact, she hoped he would do exactly that. “Oh, please,” she begged. “Make me come and I’ll do anything you ask. I’ll be so good, I promise.”
Megan watched him peel off his gloves and toss them aside. Gasping, she tipped her head back, as he reached between her thighs and pinched her clit. She trembled as he applied pressure to the sensitive nub.
“Lie across my lap again,” he said.
“I don’t want another spanking,” Megan complained, as she reluctantly stepped to his side, not quite trusting his intent. “I want an orgasm.”
“There’ll be no spanking at the minute, at least not if you’re a good girl. But there’ll be no orgasm either. You’ve been a naughty girl and haven’t earned a treat yet. It’s time for your enema.”
Megan’s mouth fell open and she stepped back. “No, please don’t.”
“If you don’t put yourself across my lap, right now, I’ll get Adam to hold you in the diaper position,” he warned. “I’ll give you the enema in that position, then I’ll smack your naughty bottom until you’re begging to go to the toilet. I’ll then sit you on a potty in front of us all. So, what’s it to be?”
Pouting, Megan lowered herself across his lap, closing her eyes when his finger once again penetrated her anus.
“Thanks, Paula,” he said, as his finger once again slipped out. Rubbing circles on her lower back, he pushed something into her bottom with the other hand. “No,” pleaded Megan, as the long thin object penetrated her. Clenching her fists, she gritted her teeth, humiliated beyond belief.
“Good girl,” he praised, wrapping an arm around her waist and holding her firmly in position. “Here it comes. Open the clamp now, please, Paula.”
Megan turned her head, just in time to see Paula snap open the valve on a long length of tubing. Her mouth dropped open as she saw the bulging bag, filled with soapy water, suspended above. She surely couldn’t be expected to take all of that. Immediately she felt the uncomfortable sensation of water entering her. “No, stop it, please,” she yelled, squirming across his lap.
“Hold still,” Dr. Wilkie calmly said, maintaining a tight grip around her waist, while his other hand pressed against the nozzle. “Be a good girl and take your medicine.”
“I’m sorry, but that isn’t going to happen. This enema is phase two of your punishment. If you’re a good girl and take the whole bag, we won’t need to give you a second one,” he said, his voice calm.
Megan balled her hands into fists and gritted her teeth. She had never personally had an enema, but she knew what the end result would be. Her struggles increased as she tried to dislodge the nozzle from her backside, but her efforts only resulted in her exhausting herself, and earning a sharp slap to her thigh. “Calm down, silly little girl,” he scolded, patting her butt.
Megan found it impossible to relax, the odd sensation within her quickly becoming very uncomfortable. “No, I can’t take anymore,” she complained. “I’m going to burst. I’m going to die,” she shrieked.
“You should have been a drama student,” Dr. Wilkie joked, rubbing her back gently. “No one has ever died from an enema. It’ll simply give you a good clean-out.” Megan cringed, squeezing her buttocks together as she started to worry she might have an accident. “This is designed to heighten the humiliation of your punishment, but it’s also symbolic. The point of a punishment is to cleanse the perpetrator of their sins. This ensures that the cleansing is thorough and done from within. It also has significant health benefits and…”
“I really don’t care,” Megan yelled, kicking her legs and trying desperately to get up. “I really can’t take anymore, I’m cramping.” She was surprised when he asked Paula to close the clamp, then she was released and helped to her feet, but as she turned to run for the bathroom the doctor gripped her arm firmly.
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