Page 23 of Examined

“Climb up on the table on your hands and knees for your caning, naughty girl.”

Kirsten drew in a quick breath as Dr. Harris began restraining her in the same way he had for her first bottom fingering all those months ago. When he was finished, her knees and ankles had been pulled wide apart and bound to the table, and her hands and ankles were cuffed as well, leaving her on all fours with her sopping wet pussy and spread open bottom helplessly exposed.

“You’ll be getting eight strokes of the cane. You’ll receive the first half before your plugging, and you’ll take the last four with your bottom plugged. First, though, I’m going to give you a moment to anticipate what’s in store for you, my naughty patient, while I sit and enjoy the view.”

Sitting down on his stool, he took in the most beautiful view in the world: every inch of his absolutely gorgeous Kirsten completely on display, waiting for him to do as he pleased with her.

Finally standing up, he swished the cane through the air one more time, then tapped it against the toned, still-pale bare buttocks before him.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Kirsten, and this is going to be a very hard caning. You’re going to scream for me, thenyou’re going to scream again as I plug your bottom, and then you’re going to scream the very loudest when I’m fucking your thoroughly welted ass after your caning.”

Kirsten gasped.

He’d fucked her pussy thoroughly at the CTF, of course, but he hadn’t taken her ass before.

“Are you worried it’s going to hurt when I bury my thick cock in that tight little hole?”

“Yes, doctor…” she answered, her voice breathy despite her obvious apprehension.

“Itisgoing to hurt, Kirsten. Naughty patients get their bottoms fuckedhard.”

As she waited for the first stroke of the cane, time seemed to slow down for Kirsten.

She could feel the cool air of the room on her naked body, raising goosebumps on the soon-to-be-welted flesh of her bottom. Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw Dr. Harris raise the cane high in preparation to lash it down across her waiting backside.

Too nervous to watch, she averted her eyes, but she heard the swish of the cane nonetheless, and a moment later a line of liquid fire was seared across the fullest part of her bottom.

Kirsten didn’t even try to hold in her yelp of pain as a welt formed on her punished skin.

“Count for me, Kirsten,” came Dr. Harris’ firm command.

“One, doctor!”

The cane rose and she heard the dreadful swish again, then felt the infernal sting of the second stroke across her bare behind, about an inch below the first. Her cry was more a scream than a yelp this time, but just before he had a chance to scold her, she called out, “Two, sir!”

The third stroke landed, followed again by a scream and then a breathless “Three, sir!”

Tears were already forming in her eyes, and they were spilling down her cheeks by the time the fourth stroke had been given and counted.

“You took those well, little girl.”

His comforting words soothed her, and when he ran his fingers over the stinging welts raised on her bare bottom, she couldn’t help enjoying the touch.

Then his fingertips wandered lower, teasing the exposed lips of her pussy. She moaned, then moaned louder when a fingertip rubbed against her throbbing clit.

“Enjoying your correction as always, aren’t you naughty girl?”

She just whimpered in response.

“It’s time to finish your punishment, young lady.”

Kirsten dared not look back at all this time, but moments later she felt the plug slide between the slick lips of her pussy. He took his time coating it fully with her arousal, forcing it into her sopping hole several times, and when he held it up to show it to her the plug was glistening.

Then she felt the tip of the plug pressing against her clenched anus and she began to beg.

She voiced her pleas with sufficient desperation that he rested a hand on the small of back calmingly before saying, “This is going to hurt, Kirsten, but we both know you need it.”

The worst part was she knew he was right.

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