Victoria tried to study for her homework. It was math and biology. Her butt was aching, maybe from the morning exam, maybe from a sixth sense that the doctor would surely punish her more for something else. This time, she greeted him properly, kissing his hand. He was pleased, but first he went to check her memorization of the material from her textbooks. She'd failed the test. Another 10 extra canings, he said. She began to beg him on her knees. "Don't punish me, my butt's been sore all day from the speculum in my anus; it kept me from studying my homework. Tomorrow I'll be good, I promise." "No, you'll be punished," he replied. Then he went to make dinner. He was used to eating healthy, but he was also a good cook. Eating with him, she marveled at how a man could cook better than her. She was lazy and, before meeting him, often ate snacks and other things that didn't require cooking. Then he led her to the medical room. "Darling, I need to give you an enema, remember how dirty you were today?" He pulled out enema tips, from the most regular ones to ones the size of an average erect penis. She began to beg him, "Choose the smallest one, my anus is still inflamed." As luck would have it, he took the largest one, the size of a man's penis. "Open your ass as wide as you can with your hands, I'll insert the lubricated tip." She began to protest. "Okay, then tomorrow I'll call Steve and he'll hold you." These words struck her as if an electric shock. She couldn't show herself to another man like this. She immediately spread her buttocks as far as she could. Despite the lubricant, the tip went in tightly, she cried in pain. Then water start going "I need to poop," Victoria complained. When the enema was empty, he began to pull out the tip. Since it was large, it leaked a little on the way out. He sent her to the nearest toilet and calmly cleaned up after her. When she returned, he repeated the procedure, again through sobs and groans. She had to endure five such enemas in total. Afterward, she was exhausted, and seeing this, he allowed her to sleep before the punishment.

When he woke her, he led her to the punishment room. He told her to count the spankings. By the third stroke, she was overcome with hysteria. She couldn't say three, only sobbing loudly. He realized she was at her limit, but he didn't want to cancel the punishment. He had to compromise. He began to hug her, gently and slowly. She began to calm down. As an orphan, she sorely missed her father's embrace. He saw this and began kissing her, first on the forehead, then on the lips. She responded positively. She began to get aroused and wet. He even began to eat her pussy a little. Then, when she had completely recovered from the punishment and was very aroused, he decided to continue it. But this time, he was the one counting the rest. After each stroke, he caressed her and gave her time to rest. She barely endured 30 canings. Her bottom was bruised from the spanking. He immediately began treating it with alcohol. She screamed and squirmed, but he held her tightly and finished quickly. Putting her to bed, he said she would now sleep naked and only on her stomach. If she fell asleep with her clothes on or rolled over, he would wake her and punish her. "But don't worry, with that bottom you definitely won't roll over," he grinned. "When you fall asleep, I'll take your temperature rectally, let's see if you've gotten sick from today's unusual day. You're scheduled for four injections tomorrow morning. My patients couldn't sit on their bottoms for an hour after one. But don't worry, you have strong gluteal muscles. We can safely prescribe you many injections over a long period of time." Victoria fell asleep quickly. Despite the pain, she was exhausted today.