Page 132 of A Very Naughty Christmas

“Strip?” Kendra hedged a little, suddenly nervous despite her decision to embrace whatever her time with Derek would bring her way.

“Don’t try my patience, young lady. You’ve been a very naughty nurse and you’re about to see what happens to naughty girls in my office,” Derek said sternly.

She toed off her shoes and socks then pulled down her pants and panties, leaving only her scrub top and bra.

“All the way, Kendra,” he told her firmly.

Kendra took a deep breath, pulled the top over her head, and then unhooked her bra, letting it fall on top of the pile of clothing on the floor.

“We’re going to start with an enema; bend over the end of the table,” he told her firmly.

“But… I… please… I’m sorry…” she began, backing slightly toward the door, her tummy flipping. She was equal parts horrified at the prospect and so aroused she could feel it slicking her thighs.

Derek caught her and propelled her toward the table with one hand on her arm and the other clapping off her ass until she threw herself face down over the end of the table, the hot sting in her bottom throbbing anew.

“I think you’ll find it much easier to mind the first time, young lady,” he told her.

Before she’d fully recovered she felt the slick tube of the enema bag pressing against her anus; she whimpered as it easily slipped deep inside her. Her clit throbbed as the tube invaded her most private of areas.

It felt good to have something in her ass, but then she heard the little snick as he released the valve and warm liquid began to fill her. She gave a mewling little cry of distress as he slowly emptied the enema bag into her tummy. “Please… no more!” she cried.

“Shhh… you can take the rest. This will help you remember who’s in control, won’t it, little girl?” he asked as he pulled the tube from her ass with her watching over her shoulder and held up a small bullet-shaped anal plug for her perusal.

“Yes, sir! Please… I’ll be good! I promise!” she whispered.

“You’re going to be my very good girl from now on, aren’t you?” he asked as he began to press the small plug into her puckered hole.

She shivered as he worked it slowly in and out of her, as if using it to take possession of her ass. “Won’t you, Kendra? Are you going to be my good girl?”

“Yes!” Kendra yelled, shocked to feel the amount of wet heat leaking from her core in response to the enema. She’d never felt so submissive, so completely owned.

“Who controls your pleasure and decides when and how you’re punished?” he asked as he seated the plug firmly with a twist of his wrist.

“You do! Ooohooo!” She needed to relieve herself but found the need to come almost as important.

She bent over the table, legs apart with a plug in her ass. She felt vulnerable and at his mercy. His hand came down to rest on her vulva, his thumb playing across her clit as lightly as a feather and intensifying the cramping in her belly. “Please… I need to…”

“Not just yet, baby, a few more minutes,” he said soothingly even as his thumb played over her clit while two fingers rubbed her slick entrance.

When his other hand grabbed the base of the plug and began working it in and out of her ass, Kendra came with a little gasp of surprise.

“Good girl; see, when you mind you get rewards,” Derek told her softly before straightening away from her. “Reach back and spread your ass cheeks open for me.”

Kendra blushed but did exactly as she was told, spreading herself wide for him. She breathed a sigh of relief when he removed the plug. He gave her a resounding slap on the ass and then lifted her. “Go to the restroom and then come right back.”

She rushed into the bathroom and closed the door, sitting down on the toilet with relief as she emptied herself. Grabbing the wet wipes they kept in the cabinet, she cleaned herself up before returning to the exam room.

Derek eyed her with a hot gleam in his eyes, sending a fresh flood of cream to coat her thighs.

“Table,” he said succinctly and Kendra scurried up onto the table, shivering as her bare bottom touched the smooth cool paper layer on top. “Lie back, Nurse, and scoot your bottom down to the edge.”

She moved her bottom down to the end of the table, then gasped when he caught an ankle in each hand, neatly set her heels into the stirrups, then spread her wide with a hand on each knee.

A flush rose in her cheeks as she watched him studying her quivering labia. He pulled two black Velcro straps from his pocket and used one to secure her left thigh before attaching the other to her right. Somehow the straps attached beneath the table and held her legs wide open. “Beautiful,” he said in a husky growl.

“Thank you, Doctor,” Kendra said softly with a hint of shyness.

A large finger slid into her open slit, making her gasp.

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