“No, it isn’t over. We’re just stopping the flow and changing position. Lie on the sofa,” he instructed.
Holding her stomach, Megan bent forward, her buttocks clenched, as she waddled toward the sofa. “Lie on your side,” he told her, helping her into position. She focused on the cushion in front of her, gripping it, her cramps easing as the doctor crouched behind and rubbed one hand against her tummy, while the other caressed her lower back. “Good girl,” he praised. “Now I’m going to start the flow again, but I need you to relax. You’ve not even taken half the bag yet.” Megan gasped, her eyes widening with horror when she glanced up and saw she had taken significantly less than half.
“No,” she protested. “I’m really full,” but despite her objections the water resumed its journey into her bowel. She was reassured by the doctor’s hands, constantly massaging her tummy, but soon the cramping started again. “No, please, you must stop,” she begged, grateful when the clamp was once more closed off.
“Roll onto your back,” he said, helping her to shift position. “Close your eyes and take some deep breaths,” he added, instructing her to breathe in and out, slowly. His hands continued to rub her stomach, and soon the cramps subsided. “Right, let’s see if you can take the rest in one go,” he said, as Paula opened the clamp.
Megan groaned as her ankles were grasped and her legs raised. Looking up, she saw Adam gazing down at her bare breasts, his hands holding her firmly by the ankles. “You’re doing so well,” Paula praised, kneeling beside her and mopping her brow with a cool flannel. “Keep taking deep breaths,” she encouraged, breathing with her. “You’ll soon be full.” Megan wanted to tell her she was full, that she could take no more, but instead she concentrated on her breathing, trying to ignore the growing need to expel the soapy water irritating her insides.
“Let’s see if we can take your mind off this,” Dr. Wilkie said, pressing against the nozzle in her butt. “You’re being so good, you’ve earned yourself a little treat.” Megan groaned and arched her hips, but pressure was instead applied to her nipples. Opening her eyes, she watched the doctor as he played with her breasts, before bending forward and taking a nipple in his mouth.
“She’s full,” she heard Adam announce, but his voice seemed like a distant echo. She was aware of her legs being lowered, but it was only when the nozzle was slipped out of her ass that she became fully alert. Pushing Paula and the doctor away, she struggled to sit up.
“No, stay still,” Adam urged, his voice kinder than it had previously been. “Let me put this plug in or you’ll have an accident.”
“We don’t want that, do we?” Paula said, pushing Megan’s shoulders back and encouraging her to lie still, as Adam pushed a thick plug into her ass. “That should hold it for a little while,” he said, giving her cheek a sharp smack.
“Oh, but I need to go now,” Megan protested, trying once more to sit up.
“No, this is part of your punishment,” Dr. Wilkie told her, applying firm but soothing pressure to her bloated stomach. “You need to hold it for a few minutes so it’ll be effective. Now, are you going to be a good girl and lie still, or do I need to spank you?”
Closing her eyes and gritting her teeth, Megan shook her head. Despite the tight fit of the butt plug, she felt certain it would not hold if she had to withstand a spanking.
“I hope you’re feeling contrite,” the doctor said, putting his hands over Megan’s. She nodded. Although she felt quite calm and relaxed, her bowels churned and she was filled with horror at what was going to happen when the plug was removed. Heat rose up her neck and her cheeks flushed.
“Yes, this is meant to be humiliating,” he told her, brushing a hand over her cheek. “But you should be grateful your father chose for us to deal with you, rather than involving the police and having you sent to the punishment clinic. Their punishments would have been much harsher than what we’ve done to you today.” Megan gaped at him in disbelief. Surely it was impossible to come up with anything worse than what had been done to her. She kept her thoughts to herself, certain that if she issued her punishers with such a challenge, they would quickly disprove her theory.
“Okay,” Dr. Wilkie said, after what felt like several hours to Megan but was actually just over five minutes. “Let’s get you upstairs.” Taking her hand, he helped her up into a standing position, patiently waiting as she clutched her stomach and took almost a minute to get moving. She shuffled slowly across the room, her butt clenched around the plug. The stairs were particularly difficult, as it was hard to step up with tensed buttocks. Eventually she reached the top, and it was with immense relief that she stepped into the bathroom, her eyes fixed on the toilet.
“Bend forward, put your hands on the seat,” he told her, gently easing the plug out when she complied. “Okay, it’s time to release your enema,” he added, stepping back and sitting on the edge of the bathtub as she plonked her butt onto the toilet.
“No, you need to leave,” she protested, waving him away. Her cheeks flushed as she clenched her buttocks, trying to hold off the inevitable.
“I’m afraid I’ll be staying here, until you’re finished,” he replied. Megan opened her mouth to protest, but Dr. Wilkie held up a hand to silence her. “If you continue with this nonsense, I’ll call Adam and Paula to come and watch too. How would you like that?”
Blinking back tears, Megan lowered her head and closed her eyes. She balled her hands into fists, gritted her teeth, and rocked to and fro. Her stomach cramped and she whimpered, but each time she glanced toward Dr. Wilkie, she was dismayed to see he remained perched on the edge of the tub, arms folded across his chest as he silently watched.
With a whimper of despair, Megan gave in and released the soapy water, her cheeks burning with shame. “Oh, this is awful,” she whined. “Please, go away.”
Standing up, the doctor walked toward her, causing her blush to deepen as he knelt down and wrapped his arms around her. “Good girl, let it all out,” he urged, patting her back as she clung to him and broke down in tears of humiliation. Finally, her tears stopped and it was with relief she realised she was empty of the enema.
“Are you going to give me some privacy to clean up?” she asked, in a timid voice that sounded alien to her. She was unsurprised when he shook his head. “No, we’re not finished yet. Stand up,” he said. Megan rose to her feet, her hands covering her blushes as he flushed the toilet and seated himself. “Lie across my lap,” he instructed, wadding up some toilet paper in his hand. “Would you prefer Adam did this?” he asked, when she was slow to comply.
Shaking her head vehemently, Megan stepped forward and hesitantly lowered herself across his thighs, wincing as he parted her buttocks and wiped her clean. Although she had felt several times that what they were doing was the most embarrassing thing ever, having her bottom hole wiped clean by her attractive college doctor was definitely the worst by far. She knew he was trying to increase her humiliation when he pulled her cheeks apart and inspected her, before wiping again, but she lay still, hoping her compliance would placate him. She let out a whimper when his finger slid into her tight hole, but resisted the temptation to try to stop him. When his finger slipped out and he patted her bottom, she could only hope that her ordeal was finally over.
Chapter Eight
“Good girl, now I just need to prepare your rinse,” Dr. Wilkie said, standing Megan up and dashing her hopes that it was finally over. She watched as he moved toward the bathroom cabinet and took out an enema bag.
“Oh, no, please, not another, I’ve been good, I’m…”
“Sweetheart, calm down,” he said, stepping toward her and rubbing his hands up and down her upper arms. “This is not a punishment. You’ll get a sore tummy if I don’t rinse the soap away. This will just be water and there’ll be nowhere near as much of it. I promise you.” He took her hand and led her to the sink, where she watched as he filled the bag with warm water. She had to admit, it was significantly smaller than the previous
“Bend forward and put your hands on the seat. This won’t take long.”
Sighing, Megan moved to the toilet. Biting her lower lip, she eyed the bag cautiously.
“It’ll be okay,” he said, pressing a hand between her shoulder blades, forcing her to bend forward. “Spread your legs, that’s a good girl,” he praised, as she shuffled her feet apart. She closed her eyes and continued to chew on her lip, as his lubricated finger slid into her bottom, moving in and out a few times, before it was replaced by the nozzle. Almost immediately the water began to flow. She jumped, but quickly relaxed as the warm water filled her. Thankfully, there was no cramping and no real discomfort. In fact, it actually felt quite pleasant.
“Good girl,” he praised, patting her bottom and sliding the nozzle out. Megan was shocked to see the bag hanging limp from his hand. Looking down at her stomach, she rubbed the taut flesh. There was no extreme sense of urgency to go to the toilet, just a sense of fullness. “Hold still,” he added, pressing something into her bottom hole.
“What’s that?” Megan asked, frowning. She had expected to be put back on the toilet straight away.
“It’s a slightly larger butt plug,” he explained, giving her bottom a gentle smack. “You shouldn’t have any trouble holding the water, but that will help. Come on, let’s go back downstairs.”
“But,” protested Megan, looking toward the toilet. “What about…”
Taking her hand, Dr Wilkie guided her out of the bathroom and toward the stairs. “You can go to the toilet after you’ve cleaned the windows.” Megan’s mouth gaped open as she stared at him, before looking down at her naked body.
“Come on, stop dawdling,” he said, as he guided her down the stairs.
“But I’ve got no clothes on,” she protested, as he led her into the kitchen. Standing at the sink, he filled a bucket with hot soapy water. “I can’t go outside like this. What if Dean Jones sees me?” she said, her voice filled with alarm.
“He and his wife have gone to stay with their daughter for the weekend, so you’re quite safe,” he replied, adding a sponge to the bucket and stuffing a couple of cloths into his pocket.
“But I can’t go outside like this,” she stressed, staring at him like he was mad. “What if a student or teacher walks by?”
“There’s no reason for anyone to walk past here,” he said. “There’s nothing beyond here, apart from the woods, which are out of bounds to students,” he reminded her, his eyebrows rising.
“But some students ignore the rules,” she said, her eyes wide as her hands frantically waved around. Megan and her friends often walked in the woods, getting a buzz from the simple fact that they should not be there, and she knew they weren’t the only ones. “And what if someone comes to see you, seeking medical attention?” she added, her voice taking on a higher pitch.
“Hmm, she has a point,” said Paula, joining them in the kitchen. “We don’t want anyone seeing her bare, well spanked bottom. She’d be teased relentlessly for the rest of her time here,” she said, putting an arm around Megan’s waist. Megan scowled.
“Do you feel better after your enema?” Paula asked, rubbing a hand over the young woman’s stomach. Her cheeks flushed and she lowered her head. “Yes,” she mumbled. It was true, she didn’t feel quite so sluggish, but the embarrassment aspect of the process outweighed the benefits.
“Ah,” Paula said, pressing against the plug firmly seated in her bottom. “I see you’re holding your rinse, as Adam suggested.” Megan’s blush deepened, as it seemed that although Adam and Paula were not present in the bathroom, they were well aware exactly what had happened upstairs.
“Here, put this on,” Paula said, handing a black dress to her. “It’ll make you feel a little less vulnerable when you’re cleaning up the mess you made.”
Megan gratefully accepted the dress, pulling it over her head and slipping her arms into the sleeves, but was dismayed to see she had been given a French maid’s uniform. Reaching back, she was shocked to discover it only just covered her buttocks. “Oh, I can’t go outside in this,” she complained.
Immediately, Dr. Wilkie grasped her wrist and spun her round to face him. “You’re going to go outside and clean my window. It’s your fault it’s caked in egg, and you’re going to wash it off. Your only choice of clothing is this dress or nothing. So what’s it to be?” When she was slow to respond, he gave her butt a sharp swat.
“Ow! This isn’t fair,” she protested, pouting as she pressed her hands to her behind and rubbed it. “I’ll be the laughing stock if anyone sees me.”
“I’ll be with you the whole time. If anyone approaches, you can come back inside until they’ve gone.”
Megan continued to scowl.
“You talk about what’s fair. I’ll tell you what isn’t fair,” he said sternly. “It isn’t fair that I had my window egged. What did I do to deserve that, young lady?”
Megan lowered her gaze to the floor. “I’m sorry, sir,” she mumbled.
“Yes, I’m sure you are,” he said. “And you’ll be significantly sorrier by the time we’ve finished with you. Now let’s get this show on the road.”
When Megan’s feet remained rooted to the spot, the doctor sighed deeply. “Paula, can you bring your hairbrush. I think Megan needs a little reminder of who’s in charge here. She seems to think aspects of her punishment are optional.”
“No, no, no, I’m going,” Megan said, bending down to pick up the bucket, trying without success to keep her backside covered.
“That’s better,” Dr. Wilkie said, waving away a disappointed Paula. Megan shuddered as she headed toward the door, vowing to behave and avoid any further punishment. Surely, once the window was cleaned, she could go the toilet, get dressed, and go home. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the front door, Dr. Wilkie and his guests following.
“I’ll keep watch for anyone heading over from campus,” Paula said, moving to the end of the doctor’s path, “and Adam will watch for anyone coming from the woods.”
Megan nodded, but still looked in all directions. When she was certain no one else was in the immediate vicinity, she turned her attention to the window. Putting the bucket down, she clutched the hem of her dress, holding it over her bottom as she awkwardly squatted and picked up the sponge. Standing up, she started to rub the window, one hand still holding her dress down at the back.
“Let go of your dress,” Dr. Wilkie ordered. Megan glanced at him. “No, I can’t…” Before she was able to finish her protest, the doctor had snatched the sponge from her, dunked it back in the water, spun her round, and tucked her under his arm. She shrieked as the sponge was squeezed, the water drenching her exposed cheeks. “You’ll do as you’re told now,” he scolded, his hand smacking her wet buttocks. Squirming and yelping, she tried to escape, but his hand continued to swat her rear end. She struggled wildly, the smacks echoing in the wide open space. If he kept this up, she felt certain that everyone within earshot would congregate nearby, to see what was going on. She made a conscious effort to stop struggling, in the hopes he might stop.
When she was released, after a few more heavy smacks, she stood up straight, her cheeks flushed. The doctor grasped her chin and leaned close. “If you keep trying to cover your bottom, I’ll remove your dress, you’ll bend down and touch your toes, and I’ll empty that bucket of water over your ass.” Megan’s eyes went wide and she gulped. “I’ll spank your wet butt so hard, you won’t sit for a week,” he said, his brow furrowed as his dark brown eyes narrowed. “I’ll also remove your butt plug, before you clean the windows. And to give you extra motivation, I’ll spank you as you work. I wonder how much you could take before you released your rinsing enema on my front garden, in front of us all?” Embarrassment flooded Megan’s cheeks and tears glinted in her eyes.
“You won’t get another warning,” he said, as he released her. ��If you attempt to cover your bottom once more, I will carry out my threat. Are we crystal clear on that?” Megan nodded, scowling toward a grinning Paula, who clearly hoped she would be punished in such a way. Well, she was determined she would not give her that satisfaction.
Turning back to the window, Megan took a deep breath. The sponge was pushed into her hand and she hesitantly bent forward, tears blurring her vision as she dipped it in the water. Returning to the window, she scrubbed at the dried-on mess. The doctor stood over her, offering guidance, suggesting she wetted the sponge several times and thoroughly soaked the window, to loosen the mess before trying to wash it away.
“Remember,” he said, as she scowled whilst scrubbing at the stubborn stains, “this is your own fault. You have no one to blame but yourself. Had you not tried to show off to your friends, you could be enjoying the weekend with them.” Megan nodded, her expression glum.
Although the other two were keeping watch, she still glanced around every now and again, to make sure no one else could see her. But despite an overwhelming urge to cover her butt, the doctor’s threat was enough to keep her hands in front of her, as she worked tirelessly to make the window clean.
Stepping back, she looked over her work, before turning to the doctor for his approval. He handed her a dry cloth and she rubbed it over the pane. He closely examined it before shaking his head and pointing out some tiny marks, which she could barely see. Biting back protests, she started to scrub once more at the areas he had indicated. Once she had dried it off, she was pleased when he gave her the nod of approval, before moving her on to the second pane, which had a few spatter marks. Once that was complete, she headed toward the door.
“Not so fast,” he said, grabbing her arm. “You might as well clean the glass in the front door, and the small side window, whilst you’re here.” He smiled when she pouted and snatched up the sponge, muttering under her breath as she washed the other windows.
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