Amy's Strict Doctor

by Natasha Knight

  Cade pushed a button to lower the back of the padded table down until she was lying flat. She stared straight up at the ceiling as he fumbled with some of the things on the tray.

  “Bend your knees and bring your feet up close to your hips,” he said as he slid a glove onto his right hand. She did as she was told, feeling the tightening of her nipples, her clit, in anticipation of what was to come. Cade took hold of her ankles in one hand and lifted her legs high, causing her to gasp and her eyes to widen as she gripped the armrests. She looked at the table where the douche, an open container of lubricant, and the butt plug lay. She could already see the plug and the nozzle of the douche were slick with the stuff.

  “What are you doing?” she asked as he pushed her legs toward her torso, his gaze settling on her very exposed bottom.

  He cupped one cheek and squeezed. “I’m going to lubricate your bottom hole first,” he began, dipping his fingers into the jar and scooping out a generous amount of lube. He didn’t look at her as he spoke. Instead, he concentrated on his work and when he brought two fingers to her bottom, all her muscles tightened in reflex.

  “Relax and breathe. I’ll talk you through every step,” he said.

  She realized then how hard she was gripping the armrests and forced herself to soften her hold as she exhaled.

  “Good girl, this will go easier for you if you try to relax.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Cade circled her bottom hole with the stuff, smearing it over and over the tight ring with a soft, gentle touch. She found her clit throbbing and felt the heat at her sex, knowing he too was fully aware of her growing arousal as she was sure it was evidenced on her pussy lips.

  “You saw the paddle on my desk?” he asked, still rubbing.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I’m planning on using it to spank you, Amy,” he said, just meeting her eyes as he continued to circle. “You’ll take your first paddling tonight and I have a feeling you’ll never want to experience it again.”

  She swallowed, breathing suddenly becoming difficult.

  He pressed lightly against her back entrance, the muscles giving way easily given her state of arousal and the lube on his fingers. He grinned, his eyes still on hers. “If you come, your bottom will pay for it. This is punishment, after all.”

  “Yes, sir,” she managed, her eyes rolling back as he pushed his gloved finger all the way into her bottom and pulled it out again, then repeated.

  “There,” he said after a while, holding his finger all the way inside her. “Can you squeeze around my finger?” he asked.

  No. No, no, no. He wasn’t asking her to do that, was he?

  “Amy?”

  She looked away and nodded.

  “Good. Now keep your eyes on me as you do it. Squeeze.”

  Her face burned as she did, tightening her muscles around his finger.

  “Again. Release and do it again until I tell you to stop.”

  She did as he said, wanting at least to look away, knowing it was not allowed.

  “Good girl. You’ll just need to tighten your muscles to hold the water in. Now, hug your knees into your chest and don’t let go,” he said, snapping the glove off and retrieving the douche.

  She held onto her knees, taking care not to rub against her clit. She was so aroused it wouldn’t take much to take her over the edge. But when he held up the douche, that arousal dampened just a little and the fact that she was being disciplined dawned fully on her.

  “This is about three and a half inches that I’ll insert into your bottom. Try to stay relaxed. I’ll let you know before I push the water into you.”

  “Ok,” she squeaked, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment at what her husband was about to do.

  “I think,” he said, taking hold of her ankles again and pushing her legs down onto her torso altogether. “We’ll keep this handy. When you need a quick reminder of what happens to naughty girls who misbehave, this and a little corner time may be just the thing in a bind.”

  She felt the tip of the nozzle at her bottom hole and tightened for a moment before relaxing again. It wasn’t wide, not nearly as wide as the plug she would take, but she felt every centimeter of the thing going inside her until it was fully inserted.

  “There. Ready for the flow?” he asked, meeting her eyes, using one finger to push the hair that stuck to her forehead off her face.

  “I don’t think so,” she said.

  He smiled. “Just stay relaxed. All you’ll have to do to hold the water inside you is to tighten your muscles like you did around my finger.”

  She nodded. It was happening and she’d better just get it over with.

  “Here we go,” he said, turning his attention back to her bottom as he depressed the bulb, pushing a flow of warm water inside her. “It’s not so much, not yet,” he said as he held firm. “Nothing like a full enema would be.”

  No. She wasn’t even going to think about that one. Besides, she had enough to think about as the water filled her, her belly cramping a little, the pressure making her feel full until slowly, he slid the nozzle out of her bottom. He kept one hand on her legs, holding them just as they were and while she watched, he squeezed the bulb of the douche tight and dipped it into the large bowl of water he had on the back tray. That was when she realized she wasn’t quite done yet.

  “Cade…” she began when he raised it out and brought his attention and the thing back to her bottom. “You can’t do more. Please.” The pressure had subsided but she could imagine after several of these infusions, it would be impossible to hold.

  “You’ll take three in total. Here we go, try to relax.”

  She whimpered when he brought the tip to her anus and slowly pressed the nozzle inside. Relax, he’d said. How was she supposed to relax when her husband was filling her bottom with warm water?

  “Please don’t,” she tried again as the cramping began when he squeezed the bulb. “Please.”

  “Three times, Amy,” he said. “Be a good girl and take your punishment and know that if you ever lie to me again, you’ll be taking a full enema.”

  Amy closed her eyes when the second round was done and the sensation of the thin nozzle being pulled out from her bottom held all of her attention as she squeezed her muscles in the hopes of not embarrassing herself further.

  “One more,” Cade said, looking at her, calm as can be while she stared back at him wide-eyed. “I’ll give you a minute to get used to it.”

  “Please let me go to the bathroom,” she asked, knowing his answer already, knowing that was the point of this particular punishment.

  “Are you cramping?”

  She nodded. “A little.” It wasn’t unbearable, not yet anyway.

  “Last one,” he said, dipping it into the bowl of water to refill the terrible thing while Amy watched, stunned. She had no idea someone could be punished in such a thoroughly humiliating manner and being made to stand in the corner and then spanked was humiliating, not to mention painful enough.

  Cade brought the tip to her bottom again. “Look at me, Amy,” he said.

  She did, her brow creased as she worried how she’d take any more.

  “Remember this the next time you try to deceive me. An enema will be much more uncomfortable.”

  She nodded and lowered her lashes, once again tightening as the nozzle crept back up into her bottom. This last one was almost too much to bear, the water flow immediately causing her to cramp so that she covered her belly with her hand.

  Cade looked at her and she saw the momentary struggle in his eyes. He let go of her legs and she bent her knees and brought them up to either side of her torso while he brought his hand to cover hers and squeezed, his expression almost sad.

  “Almost done, Amy. You can do it,” he said, rubbing circles softly, tenderly, with his hand over hers even as he didn’t stop her punishment.

  She nodded, turning her hand palm up so that she held onto his. He squeezed gently, his touch encouraging as she
took every last drop until finally it was over and he pulled the thing out of her bottom.

  “Why don’t you roll over onto your side, knees tucked to your chest. It will be easier to hold it until I plug you.”

  “I’m not sure I can hold it,” she said, rolling over.

  “I’m sure you can. Besides, the plug will help you have something else to focus on. Ready for it?”

  She nodded, her eyes wide, her arms hugging her knees as she felt him with one hand push her farther over toward her belly before spreading her bottom cheeks.

  “It’s nicely lubricated so if you relax just a little, it will be easy,” he said, the soft, flexible silicone tip pressing against her bottom. “That’s it,” he said, “Arch your back and lift your bottom up a little, just like that.”

  The plug was thicker than his finger and longer from what she had seen but if it would help her hold the water inside and save her the humiliation of an early release, she’d take it.

  “Good girl, you’re doing fine,” he said, keeping her cheeks spread and coaxing the plug inside her. “Almost there, this is the widest part.”

  “I can feel that,” she said as she took it, and finally, her muscles closed around the narrower neck of the plug.

  “All done,” he said, turning her onto her back. “Let’s get you back to your corner.” He helped her off the table and held on to her as he guided her back. Her steps were slower, her bottom muscles clenched around the plug, nervous to lose the water too soon. “We’ll call this the naughty corner,” he said as he turned her to it. “Nose to the wall.”

  She immediately placed her hands at the back of her head just as he’d instructed her to earlier when she’d been sent to the corner.

  Sent to the corner. She shook her head.

  “What is it?” he asked, turning her to look at him, placing her arms at her back so she clasped opposite elbows.

  Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at him. “I feel so… I’m being sent to the corner to wait for my spanking. I feel so embarrassed.”

  His smile was soft as he hugged her to him, some of those tears falling at the tender affection in the act.

  “It’s just us, Amy, and I want to take care of you and a part of taking care of you is disciplining you when you need it. Do you think you need discipline for your actions today?”

  She nodded into his chest but he pulled her back to make her look up at him. “Say it, Amy. Tell me why you require discipline.”

  “Our parents trusted Robin and me to take care of the shop and we were just fooling around, acting stupid. The running across the street?” She wiped a tear away. “Honestly, I don’t even know what I was thinking, why I did it. It was just… stupid. Again.”

  She paused and he looked at her. “Go on.”

  She knew what he was waiting for and a part of her wanted to say it too. It was just hard. “And I need to be disciplined for my behavior,” she whispered. Saying those words out loud embarrassed her to no end, perhaps even more than having her husband punish her bottom hole. “You can’t say you’re not disappointed in me this time, Cade. You can’t. I see it in your eyes.”

  He studied her, his expression once again tender and kind, even if that sternness was still there. “I was disappointed in you but I’m proud of how you’ve accepted the consequences and how you’re taking your punishment. I’m proud of you, Amy.”

  She smiled through more tears and he pulled her in for another hug. He held her until she pulled back, sniffling, wiping her face. He reached into his pocket and handed her a tissue, taking it back once she was finished with it.

  “Come on, let’s get this punishment over with.” He checked his watch as she turned to the corner. “Thirty minutes. Keep your hands behind your back, that’s fine. I have some work to do so I’ll be at my desk if you need anything. Otherwise, you’re not to turn around or speak until I’ve told you your time is up, understood?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  With that, she listened to him walk back to his desk and she focused her attention on the white paint, wondering how she’d be able to spend half an hour without having to release.

  Chapter Five

  Cade sat behind his desk trying to concentrate on the work before him and not on his sweet young wife standing naked in the corner, her pretty little bottom on display. He tried not to think of how in twenty minutes’ time, she’d be lying over his knee, that bottom turned up and offered first to his hand and then to the paddle for her spanking. This was punishment, he needed to remember that. He needed to be firm and make sure she knew actions like this afternoon would result in painful spankings and humiliating punishments.

  Their conversation hadn’t come as a surprise to him. Amy was an intelligent, reasonable young woman. And she wanted this. The way she reacted to him, to his discipline, her ready submission to him, it all spoke to that. He enjoyed the role of disciplinarian with her and she responded well to it. He hadn’t missed the evidence of her arousal tonight even in the position he’d put her in, exposed, her most private part the subject of his chastisement. She’d been wet through, her clit swollen, her pink folds slick. The thought of it hardened his cock, and even more so, the thought that her submission aroused her pleased him to no end.

  But there was a time for that and now was not it. He cleared his throat, checking his watch. Only three minutes had passed and he’d need to get through the rest of her corner time as well as her spanking before he’d be able to indulge himself in caring for her emotionally and physically before taking care of other needs.

  Amy shifted on her feet and he opened another file, checking his watch at least twice every five minutes until finally, her time was up.

  “All right, Amy,” he said, rising. She remained as she was, not coming out of the corner even as her body slumped in relief. “You can use the bathroom now,” he said when he reached her. “Just lean over and let me take the plug out first.”

  “Ok. Hurry, please.”

  With her hands against the wall, she bent forward. He spread her bottom cheeks apart and slowly worked the plug out. She jumped up when he was done and looked as though she were caught between asking for permission and making a dash for the bathroom.

  “Go,” he said.

  She did and by the time she came back, he had already settled himself on the sofa with the long wooden paddle next to him, both of his shirtsleeves rolled up.

  “All right?” he asked.

  She nodded. “I hate that. I don’t ever want that again,” she said as she padded over to him, pausing when she eyed the paddle.

  “We’ll start with my hand and finish with the paddle. Over my knee now, Amy, let’s not drag this out.”

  She looked at his thighs and came to stand beside him, lowering herself slowly, using his legs for balance until she could reach the floor with her hands.

  “Do I need to hold you down?” he asked.

  “No, I don’t think so, sir.”

  “Good. Hands and feet on the floor, bottom pushed out and offered for punishment.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Without a moment’s hesitation, he began, one hand holding her by her waist, the other spanking one cheek then the next, back and forth, back and forth until a soft pink hue warmed her bottom. True to her word, Amy tried not to struggle too much, but he did have to catch one of her wrists in his hand and remind her several times to plant both feet on the floor. Her breathing had changed and she made some sound with each smack, but wasn’t quite begging for him to stop just yet. He had a feeling, a thought, that when he switched to the wooden paddle, she’d struggle.

  “What happens to naughty girls who misbehave, Amy?” he asked, spanking her bottom, turning the whole surface of both mounds a pretty shade of red before moving to the tops of her legs, focusing just on the crease where bottom and thigh met.

  “They get their naughty bottoms spanked, sir.”

  “That’s right. And tonight, you’re going to
get the paddle. Are you ready for it?” he asked, pausing, caressing the now warm flesh of her bottom.

  “I don’t want the paddle, sir,” she cried, turning to him, her eyes pleading. “Can’t you just spank me with your hand a little longer?”

  “We won’t be negotiating punishments, Amy,” he said, his tone stern. “Stand up.”

  With his help, she stood, stumbling a little, wiping at her reddened eyes, her hair a mess around her face.

  “Please, I really don’t want that! I understand what I did wrong and I’m sorry. I really am.”

  Cade was standing too now and rubbing her arms, soothing her, trying to calm her.

  “Punishment isn’t something most people want, Amy,” he said, undeterred. He was getting through to her, but he needed to be sure she understood him. He could not go easy on her. Not now.

  “But Cade…”

  “Sir.”

  “Please?” she begged once more, just clasping her hands together at her chest.

  “Shh… It’s ok, you can do this. I love you, baby,” he coaxed, hugging her and rubbing her back until she calmed a little. “Are you ready?”

  She nodded, although reluctantly.

  “All right then. We’ll do these with you bent over and touching your toes, legs close together.”

  “Can’t I stay over your lap?” she asked and he realized she’d taken some comfort there even as he was the one responsible for her pain.

  He smiled a gentle smile and wiped a tear with his thumb.

  “Not for these.” He picked up the paddle and walked her to the center of the room. “Now turn around and bend over. You’ve got six coming.”

  She looked once more at the paddle and slowly nodded, accepting her fate. She turned. With her legs tight together, she bent forward and wrapped her hands around her ankles, presenting her bottom to him.

  “Tell me when you’re ready. You’ll count each one out loud,” he said, positioning himself slightly to her left.

  “I’m ready, sir,” she whispered through a sniffle.

  Her entire body tensed and she clenched her bottom cheeks tight. He tapped against her bottom with the paddle. “Soft. Keep them soft.”