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Kirsten’s hands flew to her bottom, which was all the answer Dr. Harris needed for now.

“I see you do remember, young lady. I’m sure you’ll also remember from your previous visits that I always keep my promises. You can expect to feel the cane across your bare, plugged bottom today. Do you remember where I showed you that I keep the cane and my large plug?”

Kirsten nodded her head, eyes downcast.

“Speak up, naughty girl.”

“Yes, doctor.”

“Fetch them both.”

“Should I… should I fetch the lube too?” she asked hopefully.

“Good girls have their bottoms lubed before they’re plugged. Have you been a good girl?”

“No, doctor, but please… that plug is so big!”

While she’d never had the cane before, Kirsten had been plugged on several occasions, though never with a plug as large as the one that would be stretching her bottom hole today.

“What do naughty patients get to use as lube?” he asked.

“Just their own arousal…” she replied, now visibly trembling.

“You’re nervous about the large plug, aren’t you?”

“Yes doctor, please will you use a smaller one?”

“You should be nervous, Kirsten,” he continued. “Your bottom hole is going to be very, very sore when I’m done with you today. You deserve a welted bottom and a sore bottom hole after the way you’ve behaved, don’t you?”

“Yes, doctor…” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Go fetch the cane and the plug.”

Kirsten left the exam room briefly and returned a few moments later carrying the cane, which was kept in a cabinet in the personal office they had given him on the top floor of the building, and the plug, which was kept in a drawer in his desk. Her flushed cheeks told Dr. Harris that at least one coworker must have seen her walking down the hall holding those items.

After instructing her to place both items on a nearby table, he issued a single command.

“Strip.”

By the time Kirsten had finished undressing, Dr. Harris could see that her nipples were almost impossibly stiff and her wetness was dripping onto her thighs.

“Show me your panties,” he commanded.

Even after coming until she almost passed out during multiple previous treatments, her cheeks still flushed every time she was made to put her helpless arousal on display for him.

“What is this?” Dr. Harris asked, pointing to the front of the cute pink bikini panties she’d just reluctantly handed over.

“A wet spot, doctor…” Kirsten said, her voice small.

“And what do naughty patients have to do with wet spots on their panties?” he asked.

This was not the first time he had done this at the start of a treatment, and her pouting expression told him she knew what came next. “They have to lick them clean…” she mumbled.

“Go ahead, then.”

Kirsten had never gotten used to the taste of her own arousal, but that didn’t mean being made to taste herself didn’t leave her soaking wet every time, and today proved no different.

Setting aside the panties once she’d obediently licked them clean and then handed them back to him, Dr. Harris picked up the cane and swished it through the air.

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