Page 31 of Taught By the Doctor
It took about two minutes just for Evan to insert the nozzle to the appropriate depth. Even at that point, he wasn’t finished messing with it. He moved it side to side, making sure Zoey was very much aware of its presence. He twisted and tugged at it as well, making Zoey clench around it with discomfort.
“Ugh, I’m sorry!” Zoey cried, trying and failing to keep still.
“I know you are,” Evan said, finally letting go of the hose so he could stand and adjust the bag that hung above them. He felt the bag before twisting the knob on it to start the flow of soapy water.
Zoey groaned even more once she felt the enema start. She tightened her stomach and bottom muscles as she started to fill up. After just a couple of short minutes, she started to feel the urge to expel the invasive liquid.
“Ugh, please!” she begged. “No more. Please.”
“This is punishment, Zoey,” Evan said as if she needed reminding. He reached up and felt the bag. “Besides, you haven’t even taken half of what I put in here.”
Zoey wailed at that news, clenching her fists in front of her, ripping at the sanitary paper beneath her.
Deciding she needed a distraction from the flow, Evan began to spank her upper thighs and sit spots, taking extra care not to hit the nozzle in the process. Zoey was less than appreciative of the distraction, moaning and wiggling with each swat.
“Okay,” Evan said after a couple of minutes. He felt the bag and Zoey had taken in about three quarters of it. Deeming that enough, he twisted the knob to stop the flow.
Zoey didn’t exactly sigh with relief, but she relaxed slightly once she felt the flow stop.
She rolled onto her side, holding her slightly rounded tummy in both hands.
Evan rubbed her stomach tenderly, kissing the soft skin before reaching around her to grasp the tube at the base of her bottom. “Roll back over, pretty girl,” he ordered. “I’m going to take this out of you now.”
Zoey obeyed, rolling back over but lifting her hips up slightly so she wasn’t putting too much weight on her stomach. She automatically clenched harder around the tube when Evan tugged gently to ease it out of her.
“I don’t want to have to discuss poor communication or lying for a long time, young lady,” Evan warned her as he pulled at the enema tube. He twisted it a few times as he removed it, making her squeak.
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry!” Zoey said earnestly. She clenched her bottom even harder when it was finally out of her, trying her best not to let any of the liquid drip out of her. That would be beyond humiliating.
“Okay, my naughty thing,” Evan said as he set the nozzle aside, removed his gloves, and washed his hands. He rubbed her bottom when he returned to her side. “Up you get. I want you on the stool in front of the chalkboard.”
Zoey stared at him with wide eyes. “But… I need to go.” she said with a bit of a whine in her voice.
Evan shook his head, picked her up, and set her down on the floor, swatting her bottom. “You really don’t want to be arguing with me right now, pretty girl,” he said, a clear warning in his voice.
Zoey whimpered but slid off the side of the bench and waddled across the room to the mini classroom. She shifted from foot to foot before stepping up onto the stool. She knew what was coming. The only reason that Evan had her stand on the stool in front of the board was so that she could write lines.
She picked up a piece of chalk in preparation and then flinched when she heard a whooshing sound. She looked over her shoulder. Evan was holding a long wooden cane.
“I was hoping I’d never have to use this on you,” Evan told her as he stepped up behind her. He bent the cane slightly in his hands before tapping it against her bottom cheeks. “Butyou have left me little choice with your behavior. I hope I don’t have to use this on you again anytime soon. The cane will be reserved for the most severe punishments.”
“Evan,” Zoey said, her voice shaking. “I’m scared,” she admitted.
“It’s going to hurt,” he told her, but not without sympathy. “You’re going to write ten lines for me. You will write ‘I will not cut class or lie to my boyfriend.’ After each line, I will give you one stroke of the cane. You may begin whenever you’re ready.”
Zoey had never been so conflicted in her life. She wanted to rush to get the first line written because she needed to expel the liquid in her bowels, but if she did, then the sooner she would feel the bite of the cane. In the end, she started off writing the first line slowly before speeding up toward the end when the urge to go to the bathroom increased. She shut her eyes tightly when she finished the first line, tensing when Evan tapped the long wooden tool in the middle of her bottom cheeks.
“Good girl,” he said.
Zoey gasped when she heard a low whistling sound followed by a line of white-hot pain. She screeched and stomped her foot, dropping the chalk she was holding so she could reach back and grab both cheeks in her hands.
Evan let her rub and walked around her so he could pick up the chalk she had dropped. He held it out to her and after a moment, she was able to let go of her right bottom cheek to take it.
Zoey wiped a stray tear off her face before writing the next line. She already decided that the cane was her least favoriteimplement. She had thought it was the paddle, but she knew now that the wooden board had nothing on the cane. It somehow stung just as much as it burned and she was pretty sure there was a rising welt where the first strike had landed.
Zoey was proud of herself for not dropping the chalk when the second strike landed across her firm cheeks. She did let out an unladylike screech when the stripe appeared just below the first.
Evan was a methodical spanker and using the cane was no exception. He brought the tool down perfectly so that each line was evenly spaced from the others. He tapped her several times before he actually struck, lining up his swings against her bouncing cheeks. He watched as her bottom rippled and then clenched after each one.
