“Do you think this is unfair, that I’m making you clean windows you haven’t thrown eggs at?” he asked. Megan pouted and nodded.
“Well, that’s too bad, because we’re going into the back garden now. You can clean the windows to the rear of the house, too. Call it extra punishment. Don’t forget your bucket,” he said cheerily, smiling as she stopped in the doorway, turned and scowled at him. Bending forward, she snatched it up and stomped through to the kitchen.
Taking the bucket from her, Dr. Wilkie emptied it down the sink, before refilling it with warm water and a squirt of washing-up liquid. Swirling it around with his hand, he gave it to Megan, before guiding her out into his back garden. She was relieved to see it was surrounded with trees and bushes, so she had no issues with anyone seeing her. She was also pleased that Adam and Paula remained inside the house.
When Dr. Wilkie told her to hurry up, Megan sighed, rolled her eyes, and put her hands on her hips. “I don’t see why I have to clean these windows, too,” she complained. “I’m sorry I threw eggs at your front window, but I’ve cleaned it. This is just mean. It’s slave labour.”
His lips quirked and he shook his head. “You don’t seem very sorry. In fact, I’d say you’re being downright rude. Now, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll pick up that sponge and get these windows washed, otherwise that soapy water will be poured into an enema bag and fed into your backside instead. Would you prefer that?” His eyebrows formed an arch above cool eyes. Megan shook her head, her cheeks colouring and her bad attitude evaporating at the threat.
Turning away, she picked up the sponge and started to wash the multiple panes in the kitchen windows, before moving to the rear living room window. She was relieved when, after no more than ten minutes, he gave her a nod of approval and led her back inside.
She watched as he tipped the water down the sink. “You came perilously close to another cleaning out then, young lady,” he said. She lowered her head and chewed her lip. “Tell me, were you aroused by your enema?” Megan shook her head vehemently. “That’s a shame, because I was very turned on by it,” he admitted. Her eyes widened as she gasped. “I didn’t like it. It was horrible and embarrassing,” she mumbled, unable to make eye contact with him.
“And how about now? How do you feel now?” Megan shrugged her shoulders. “I guess I feel clean, that’s sort of nice, but I feel quite full. I need to go again.” She chewed on her lower lip and clenched her buttocks around the plug.
Dr. Wilkie nodded and turned her away, pushing her into a bending position. Giving her ass cheeks a couple of firm slaps, he reached between her buttocks and carefully eased out the plug.
Megan scowled as she straightened up, cupping her cheeks. “My bottom is too sore,” she complained, pouting.
“That’s a shame, because we’re not finished yet,” he replied, smiling when Megan’s face turned pale.
“Go upstairs and expel your rinse, then come back down and we’ll continue. You’ll be pleased to know your punishment is almost over.”
Megan was not pleased at all. The fact there was more to come filled her with dread. But as it seemed she was to be allowed to go to the toilet without an audience, she nodded her agreement. She had been beyond humiliated when the doctor had sat with her while she expelled her enema. She would not do anything to jeopardise the tiny bit of privacy he was allowing her.
Feeling deflated, Megan headed toward the kitchen door. She ignored Adam and Paula, as she moved through the living room and to the stairs. She wanted to protest, to say she had had more than enough, but her objections only seemed to get her into more trouble.
Heading into the bathroom, she locked the door, sitting on the toilet and expelling her rinse immediately. She sat for a few minutes, in case there was more to come, before reluctantly getting up and cleaning herself. Taking a deep breath, she unlocked the door. Although she had no desire to leave the safety of the bathroom, she knew she could not stay there forever. And whatever else the three downstairs had planned for her, she knew it would only be worse if she tried to avoid it.
* * *
Entering the living room, Megan gasped and took a step back. The doctor was standing in front of the fireplace, flexing a cane between his hands.
“Oh, no,” she pleaded. “Please, anything but that.” She had never personally experienced the cane, but she recalled her roommate Cindy had once received six of the best from the dean, for smoking pot. Megan had applied cream to the raised welts for her friend, and she remembered how the marks had lasted for several days.
“I was undecided on whether or not to cane you,” he said, his expression stern as he moved across the room. “I thought a lesson had been learned, but instead of showing remorse as you cleaned the windows, you sulked, complained, and were disrespectful to me. You brought this on yourself,” he said, experimentally swishing the cane.
“Bend over here,” Dr. Wilkie told her, tapping the cane against the high back of the sofa. She shook her head, but her feet seemed to move against her will, slowly delivering her to the indicated spot.
“Please don’t,” she said, her eyes not leaving the cane. Her clammy hands trembled as she clutched the front of her dress, twisting the fabric. The cane was lifted away and Megan closed her eyes, held her breath and reached forward, draping her body over the back of the sofa and placing her hands on the seat.
“All the way over,” Dr. Wilkie instructed, flipping the dress onto her back. Megan shuddered, pushing up onto her tiptoes and easing further forward.
“That’s better,” he said, tapping the cane against her exposed behind. Instinctively, she reached back.
“Keep those hands of the way,” he scolded, “unless you want me to punish them,” he added, running the cane across her palm, as she tried to protect her bottom. “Adam, could you assist?”
“No, I’ll keep my hands out of the way, I promise,” she protested, but Adam stood in front of the sofa and clasped her hands in his.
“Have you ever been caned?” Adam asked. Trembling, she shook her head.
“I find it a most effective punishment. The young men I teach at the boys’ college are never keen to come back for a second dose. Six of the best on the bare, or double for more serious incidents, is enough to keep the most badly behaved student in line,” he said, doing nothing to calm her nerves. Megan’s stomach churned and she felt quite nauseous.
“In fact, if a student of mine behaved as you did, I’d make an example of them. They’d be caned in assembly, in front of the whole school, so thank your lucky stars that I’m not your teacher,” he added.
“Be grateful you only have an audience of three,” Dr. Wilkie said, stepping to her side and resting the cane against her backside. “I view this as a very serious offence, so I’m going to agree with my brother and say you’ve earned twelve strokes.”
Megan opened her mouth to protest. She was terrified at the prospect of being caned, but twelve strokes was barbaric. Six was more than enough. “No,” she yelled, as without warning the cane whipped across her upturned ass. Her legs raised and she held her breath, the pain from the first stroke slowly sinking in. It was quickly followed by a second, slightly below, and she let out another cry of pain. Adam’s grip on her hands tightened and he pulled her forward.
The third and fourth strokes were applied quickly and she pulled back, tears spilling from her eyes as she stared in horror at Adam, who held her firmly. “Please, make it stop,” she begged, screeching and kicking her legs as the cane landed twice more, the final stroke being placed right in the crease, where bottom met thighs.
“You’re doing well,” Adam praised, squeezing her hands. “Halfway there, brave girl.” Megan did not feel very brave, especially when the cane cracked down over a previous stroke and she let out a loud wail. Her body was balanced over the back of the sofa, her legs kicking in the air, as the doctor made sure she felt every single stroke.
“Last one,” she heard him say, pulling her further fo
rward. “Good girl, you’re doing so well. It’s almost over now.” Megan tipped her head back and looked up at him. The cane slashed down diagonally, cutting through all the previous eleven strokes, and she opened her mouth to let out an ear-piercing scream, her body bucking as Adam continued to hold onto her. Her sobbing increased as she slumped forward. Finally, her hands were released and she reached back, clutching her buttocks. Her crying escalated when she felt the raised welts covering the lower half of her bottom.
Taking a firm grip around her waist, Dr. Wilkie hauled her up and set her down on her feet, turned her to face him and pulled her close. He held her as she cried into his chest, her hands still clamped against her buttocks. She had never felt pain like it.
Rubbing her back, he whispered words of comfort, and Megan eventually calmed down. When she was released, she was suddenly overcome with embarrassment. She did not want anyone to see her in such a state and turned her back to them. Swiping at her tearstained face with her hands, she gratefully accepted a tissue from Paula.
“Simon, I think it would be an idea to have her clean all the interior windows now, reinforce the lesson,” Paula suggested. All Megan wanted to do was lie down on the bed and cry, but she nodded weakly. She could take no further punishment, of that she was sure, and she would do anything to avoid any additional pain to her throbbing behind.
“No, I think I’ve finally managed to cane that defiant streak out of her,” Dr. Wilkie said, tucking the distressed young woman’s hair behind her ears. “I suggest we take a break now, maybe for an hour.” That was music to Megan’s ears.
“Okay,” Paula agreed. “Let’s go upstairs,” she suggested to her husband.
Adam swatted her butt and chased her up the stairs. Megan frowned and looked at Dr. Wilkie, screwing her nose up when the bedsprings in the room above started to squeak.
“Come on,” he said, laughing as he draped an arm around her shoulders. “Let’s go and make coffee.”
Megan moved slowly toward the kitchen, cupping her injured buttocks. Every step caused her discomfort. Her bottom felt like a mass of swollen welts. A single tear rolled down her cheek.
“I’m sorry I had to be so hard on you,” he said, brushing away the tear with his thumb. Smiling, he ruffled her hair. “Before we get that coffee, we’ll see if we can do anything about this,” he said, reaching around and gently rubbing her buttocks. Megan nodded, grateful he was no longer angry and the painful part seemed to be over.
Chapter Nine
“Come here,” Dr. Wilkie said, putting a bottle on the kitchen table, sitting on one of the dining chairs, and guiding Megan across his lap. She glanced anxiously over her shoulder. “Don’t look so worried. This is going to be nice. Call it a reward for improving your behaviour,” he said, resting one hand against her lower back, as the other hand gently caressed her cheeks.
“You took your caning very well,” he said, his unexpected praise causing her to blush. Picking up the bottle from the table, he flipped open the cap and squirted a copious amount of the cool lotion onto his hand, before massaging it into her tender buttocks.
She winced, hissing out a breath, as his fingers firmly kneaded her welted behind. “I know it hurts, sweetheart,” he said, his voice soothing. “You’ll live, but your bottom might be a little sore for a day or two.”
“I’ll never forget today, sir, not ever. I’m so sore. I don’t think I’ll ever sit comfortably again,” she said.
Smiling, he patted her butt. “Then I’ve done a good job. I hope that each time you sit down over the next few days, you get a reminder of what happens to naughty little girls, but now it’s time to show you what good girls get.”
Megan beamed, shuffling forward and parting her thighs. The cool lotion and gentle massage had eased the pain in her butt to a dull ache. When his finger slipped into her behind and his thumb firmly rubbed her clit, she purred with pleasure and relaxed completely.
Both were startled—and looked up toward the ceiling—when Paula yelled, “Oh, take me now, fuck me, I need you inside me right now.” Dr. Wilkie smirked. “Someone seems to be having fun,” he said, tightening his grip around Megan’s waist, as he thrust a couple of fingers into her tight hole, pumping them in and out as her groans of arousal increased in volume.
Spreading her legs as wide as she possibly could, Megan’s body stiffened when the doctor pushed his fingers deep, at the same time pinching her clit. “Come on, sweetheart. Let go. Come for me now.” Obeying his instruction, she arched her back, let out a shriek of pure lust and bucked against his lap for several seconds, before slumping against him. She whimpered when he continued to touch her clit. It felt like an electric current was passing through the hard nub and she squirmed. She craved his touch, but at the same time found it too much to bear. Clamping her legs shut, she sighed deeply, his fingers still plugging her ass. Her breathing slowly returned to normal and when she was fully calm, she looked back at him. “Thank you,” she said, smiling.
“You’re welcome,” he replied, slipping his fingers out and rubbing her butt, tracing the marks left by the cane. She chewed her lip and tensed her buttocks, grateful when he released her and helped her to stand. Turning to the sofa, he gathered all the cushions at one end and pushed her backward, sitting her among them. She appreciated the soft seat, but squirmed as the simple act of sitting down focused her attention on her sore bottom.
“Let’s see if we can make you feel a bit better,” he said, kneeling down and hooking her legs over his shoulders. She gasped when his hands parted her pussy lips and his head disappeared between her thighs. “Oh, Doctor,” she shrieked, raising her hips as his tongue circled her clit and fingers plunged into her. Another finger penetrated her anus, as he trailed his tongue between her pussy lips, before returning to tonguing her clit. “Oh, please,” Megan yelled, throwing her head back and closing her eyes.
The sounds of noisy lovemaking filtered through the ceiling, the headboard in the room above banging against the wall in a steady rhythm, as Paula started to shriek, “Fuck me. Harder, harder, faster, faster.” Adam obviously gave her what she wanted, as seconds later she let out an orgasmic scream that seemed to go on forever.
“Please,” Megan begged, as her head spun and she approached her own climax. “Fuck me,” she pleaded, desperate to feel the doctor inside her. “Later,” he whispered. Megan’s eyes opened wide and she looked down at his head of dark curls. Reaching down, she grasped his hair and tugged. “Fuck me,” she begged, her body trembling as his fingers and tongue brought her to an explosive orgasm.
“Don’t you want to fuck me?” she asked sulkily, as he knelt in front of her and covered her with her dress. Taking her face in his hands, he stunned her when he kissed her passionately, his tongue roaming her mouth.
“Does that answer your question?” he asked, stroking her cheek. His hands ran down to her breasts and fondled them, squeezing her nipples through the thin fabric.
Megan smiled back at him, grinning when the bedsprings above started to squeak once more. “Do you have as much staying power as your brother?” she asked cheekily.
“You’ll have to wait and see,” he said, winking. “I’ll go and make that coffee.”
“I don’t want coffee. I want your cock inside of me,” she said, grabbing his hand.
“Do you want another spanking?” he asked, looking at her with mock sternness.
“No,” Megan replied, scowling.
“Well, you’d better stop complaining and trying to dictate how your punishment should be carried out,” he said, standing up and disappearing into the kitchen. Scowling, Megan slumped back on the sofa, folding her arms across her chest.
A few minutes later, he returned with coffee and cookies, set them down on the table, and sat beside her. “Why the long face?” he asked, stroking her cheek.
Megan glared at him. “You’re going to fuck me as part of my punishment, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he agreed, nodding, “but it doesn’t
mean we can’t enjoy it. I was given an outline of what would happen at the punishment clinic. Any of the doctors carrying out your sentence there would have fucked you hard and thoroughly. I intend to do the same.”
“Yes, so you’re doing it only because you have to, not because you want to,” she snapped.
“I suggest you stop this right now, young lady,” he said, holding her hand and squeezing it. “I will fuck you primarily as part of your punishment, but I’ll take you to my bed when I’m ready, when the rest of your punishment is over. I intend to savour the experience, because it’s the part I’m most looking forward to. I can’t deny I have enjoyed spanking your naughty bottom, and I’ll do it again if you don’t lose that bad attitude.”
“Please, don’t,” she pleaded.
Shaking his head, Dr. Wilkie took her hand and placed it between his legs. Her eyes widened as she fondled the bulge in his pants. “Now do you believe that I want you?” Megan nodded and grinned.
“Now, be a good girl and drink your coffee,” he said.
Megan gazed at his crotch. “I could always…”
“No,” he said firmly.
Taking a mug of coffee from the table, he handed it to her, along with a couple of cookies. “I don’t want to be distracted from my task,” he explained, picking up his own drink. “We’ll have a little bit of a break, get finished off, and then I’ll take you to my bed.”
Settling back in her seat, Megan enjoyed her coffee and cookies, and happily chatted to Dr. Wilkie about mundane things. She felt so relaxed in his company, she almost forgot why she was there. She was disappointed, therefore, when Adam and Paula reappeared. The doctor immediately stood up and cleared their cups away.
“Right, let’s get this unfortunate business finished, then we can all enjoy the weekend,” he said, pulling a reluctant Megan out of her comfortable seat. “Paula made a very good suggestion, that you clean the inside windows too.”
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