remove his jacket and wash his hands.
Zoe reluctantly removed the robe and hung it back where she had found it, then shyly came forward in her pretty nylon combination.
Julian sighed.
“Undress completely, Miss Miller,” he told her, opening a lower cabinet drawer to remove the several pieces of equipment he would need to perform the ritual he had promised. Zoe’s eyes widened at the sight of the large, black hot water bag, long hose and thick white nozzle.
She watched him wheel an I.V. stand to the side of the flat, green leather examining table.
“Come over here, Miss Miller,” he said, patting the table. Zoe came to him and let him lift her to the table. Reaching around her back he unhooked her bra and freed her small, round, stiff-nippled breasts from its confines. “I’m sorry if it embarrasses you, but the procedure to follow does require full nudity,” he explained, cupping one breast in each hand and squeezing them lightly. Zoe whimpered as hot thrills surged through her. “And you promised to obey me,” he reminded her, gently easing her onto her back on the table, then rolling her over onto her tummy. “Is this your idea of obedience?” He stroked her upturned bottom through her panties, then spanked her soundly ten times. “I told you to remove every stitch, Miss Miller. It’s not an unreasonable request.”
Now he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her briefs and pulled them slowly down to her upper thighs, baring her pinkened bottom. “Keep your tummy flat against the table,” he told her, holding her with one hand in the small of her back while he used the other to continue spanking her. Zoe hid her face in her arms and submitted, madly aroused.
“This isn’t the only spanking you’re getting today, Miss Miller.
Wait till you feel how hard I spank you once your little tummy has been filled.”
“No!” she murmured, nevertheless arching to his hand and spreading her thighs as much as the binding briefs would allow.
“What did I say about keeping your tummy pressed to the table?” he asked, smacking her a little harder. Zoe subsided again and almost climaxed from the sensation of cool leather pressed under her swollen clit. “Can’t you obey the simplest command?”
“I’m sorry,” she cried, wriggling so cutely that he paused to place a kiss behind her ear.
“Never mind. Since you’re so impatient to show off, we’ll proceed immediately,” said Julian, pulling her panties off entirely now. “Up on your knees, young lady, but keep your elbows on the table.”
When Zoe’s bottom was uppermost, Julian separated her knees as far as they would go, leaving her upturned and spread, with her tiny bottom hole completely accessible to his view and touch.
Slipping a palm under her pussy, Julian felt her very wet curls. The next thing he did was to don a pair of gloves, open a tube of KY and spread her cheeks apart to apply it liberally to her anus. Lubricating Zoe made her nearly dizzy.
“Keep your legs apart and don’t move until I return,” he warned her, spanking her low on her bottom, just above her pussy several times before going away to fill the bag with very warm water.
“Have you ever had an enema, Miss Miller?” he asked, returning and affixing the hot water bottle to the I.V. stand.
“No, sir,” she murmured, trembling in every cell as she watched his movements in a mirror opposite the table. Deftly he squeezed the excess air out of the hose and lubricated the long, white nozzle.
“It may feel a bit uncomfortable at first, but you’ll get used to it.”
He pressed the nozzle against her slick anus lightly, pulling her apart as he did so, until the tip eased in. She groaned at the gentle intrusion, humiliated to her soul but in a kind of ecstasy. “You know, Zoe, you’re not really here for a detox,” he told her firmly. “You’re here to be disciplined.”
“Oh!” she replied, thrilled and afraid.
“That’s why this will be a retention enema,” he informed her, inserting the nozzle slowly and deeply into her bottom. “You need to be humbled for your willfulness.”
The girl who refused utterly to stand in the corner, submitted unreservedly to the sentence that he had pronounced, feverishly excited by the nozzle penetrating her bottom.
“Ready, Zoe?” he asked. When she murmured her assent, he released the clamp on the hose and began the flow of hot water. It did feel slightly uncomfortable at first, and very warm. She almost cried out in fear of the sensation. But the next moment intensely erotic sensations began to flow through her entire sex. The ticklish hose in her bottom brought her to the edge of orgasm again and again as the warm water filled her. Julian was aroused by her tender passivity.
“You are a stubborn girl, aren’t you?” he demanded, placing one hand under her satiny belly. A tremor passed through her at this exquisite touch.
“No, sir!” she assured him, with eyes shut tightly.
“I know a stubborn girl when I meet one,” he told her, slipping one finger up into her slippery sex.
“Oh!” she cried in surprise. He played with her for a minute or two then took away his hand. Zoe was once again on the edge of a climax, she, who almost never came!
“Think of it, Zoe, for the first time in your life, you’re getting a punishment enema. And from a qualified physician.”
Zoe could hardly think of anything else at the moment-–except for how handsome Julian looked with his sleeves rolled up. He stopped the flow of the water momentarily, to let her get used to the fullness of her belly and get his fingers wet in her pubic curls. Then he resumed filling her until the bag was empty.
“There,” he said, carefully removing the nozzle from her bottom and patting away the stray water droplets with a towel, “now don’t move.”
Zoe didn’t dare move.
Suddenly he was in front of her, calmly opening a medical bag to withdraw a medium sized rubber retention plug.
“See this?”
“Yes.”
“This is going in you now,” he told her, then went behind her again, spread her bottom and inserted the 5” plug deeply into her rectum. This elicited a charming whimper from Zoe, who again nearly came from the indescribable sensations of pleasure and shame this new intrusion produced.
The next object Julian removed from the bag was a medium-sized rectangular wooden paddle, which he immediately laid against the rubber plug. He then proceeded to lightly paddle the plug into her bottom while cradling her public mound in his hand.
When Zoe began to whimper he pulled back and laid the paddle against her bottom cheeks, spanking her firmly with it. Then he alternately paddled the butt of the plug and the fleshiest portion of her buttocks, until she sobbed with emotion.
“You’re a bad girl,” he told her firmly and was gratified by the tremor that passed through her at these words. He smacked her hard across both cheeks with the shiny maple paddle. “I’m going to train you to take even more stringent forms of discipline before too long, Zoe,” he promised. “If I only had a vibrator here,
