Amy and Jim Wells were ushered into Dr. Dore's office. "What brings you here", Dr. Dore began. Jim explained how he had found Amy having sex with another man, and how she had agreed to submit to anything rather than have him divorce her on grounds of infidelity. "This is VERY serious, young lady. Is this true?" Amy admitted that it was.

Dr. Dore then asked a series of probing and humiliating questions. How many men had she committed adultery with? Just the one she had been caught with. (This was true, so whether or not she would have admitted otherwise had it not been true is a matter of conjecture.) How many times had she been with him? Four. (Untrue) Had he penetrated her? Yes, vaginally and orally. Where had he touched her? In her vagina? Her face? Her thighs? Her ass? Her shoulder? Her stomach? Her hands? Feet? Armpits? Lips? "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes." Yes to everything, yes to everywhere" Had she enjoyed it? Did she orgasm? Yes. How many times? What brought her to orgasm? Oral, digital and penile vaginal stimulation. Rough nipple manipulation and sucking. What exited her but didn't bring her to orgasm? Performing fellatio. On and on it went, each answer provoking more questions, probing into her actions, thoughts and feelings.

Although the probing questions were very detailed, the answers were short. Yes's and No's. Numbers, times, dates, places. Names of body parts. The entire interview lasted about 25 minutes. Dr. Dore, who had been taking notes furiously, stopped writing and placed his pen and notebook on the desk. "Mr. Wells, before I can prescribe the proper treatment, I must give Amy a thorough examination. Her behavior was extremely serious, and I am inclined to proscribe a severe treatment regimen. In order to know what would be appropriate, I need to access Amy's physical health."

"I understand that one of our other patients, Janice I believe, is due to receive an application of pain to her thighs. Since the examination will take a while, you should return to the waiting room to witness the procedure. You will find it quite instructive. We'll call you when the examination is completed." A nurse's aide appeared at that moment and escorted Jim Wells out of Dr. Dores office, down a hall of offices to the door at the end of hall which exited to the waiting room.

Janice was standing, having been removed from the tricycle-cart in which she had been restrained for her strapping. She was fully clothed, in a sexy black dress which ended just above her knees, and a silky white blouse which you could almost, but not quite see through. She wore black hose, and black high-heel shoes. Her face had peculiar hue, somewhat reddened from crying, yet somehow pale, and drained of color. Her expression was similarly ambiguous. It had a look of fear, suppressed by a resignation that nothing could stop was about to happen. A small stool stood before her, perhaps 2 feet high. Nurse Nightingale, the nurse who had administered the 100 stroke strapping approached Janice.

"You know the procedure. I've a number of patients on my schedule and I don't want this to take more than 15 minutes. If it does, There'll be 10 extra on each thigh. If there are extra's for any other reason, you'd better finish them up fast, or you'll go over the 15 minutes. After 15 minutes I'll stop so none of the other patients are inconvenienced. You'll have to wait until I'm done with them to finish your treatment. You'll wait on one of uncomfortable punishment stools, of course, and I'll be at least an hour. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!" Yes ma'am. "OK. The first 4 on each thigh will be inflicted with the razor strop. The next 7 will be with the thigh strap, and the last 4 with the cane. Let's get on with it."

Janice stood before the stool. Nurse Nightingale reached for the razor Strop hanging in the open implement cabinet. "Left thigh", she said. Janice placed her left foot on the stool, and reached for the hem of her skirts. She raised her dress and slip together, the while nylon slip clinging to the full dress. She raised it high, exposing her garterless thigh-high nylons, and white nylon tap panties. Janice placed the hem of her skirt under her chin and bore down on it. Holding dress and slip up with her chin in order to maintain her exposure, Janice quickly reached down to her stocking and rolled it down to just above her knee. She withdrew her hands and reached for her skirts, holding them in two hands, a wide black circle covered by a circular nylon slip. Her thighs were widely spread, and a hint of cunt-hair appeared at the fold of her panties crotch. Her left thigh was parallel to the ground, slightly below Nurse Nightingale's arm level. This whole procedure was performed in a series of fluid maneuvers, and took only 2-3 seconds. Nurse Nightingale didn't pause. The strop was brought overhead in a full roundhouse move, streaked over the top of Janice's thigh, curved over and around. A piercing "AHIEEEEE!" exploded from Janice's core, but she did not hesitate. Immediately, she placed her skirts under her chin, grasped with chin, reached with hands, rolled up her stocking. Removed her left leg from the stool, (all the while holding up her skirts) then dropped her skirts, smoothed them out, put her right foot on the stool, raised her skirts, held them under her chin, and rolled down her nylon on the newly exposed thigh, and reached once again to hold her skirts in her hands. Nurse Nightingale had simultaneously move to Janice's other side, so she could strike the right thigh from the over the top to the inside of her thigh. CRACK! "AHIEEEE!" Chin hold. Stocking rolled. Foot lowered. Skirt lowered, smoothed. Left foot. Raise skirt. Chin hold. Stocking rolled. CRACK! "AHIEEEE!". Up, down, leg, skirt, CRACK!, scream, on and on it went. Jim could not comprehend how Janice endured it.

Inwardly he smiled. This is what he wanted Amy to receive. For her infidelity. For cheating HIM! Cheating him out was rightfully his to have exclusively. He would make her pay like she had never paid before.

As Janice underwent her punishing 'treatment', Amy was enduring her 'examination'. It had begun simply enough as any physical would. Blood pressure check. Urine specimen taken. Blood drawn (in the usual way). Her temperature had been taken rectally, but this hadn't surprised Amy in the least. Then she was told to prepare for a rectal and vaginal exam. The previous tests had been performed by a young, red haired nurse named Caitlin, who seemed no more than 18. It was she had who had poked the old fashioned bulb-type rectal thermometer into Amy, and held it there for three minutes. Surely this young nurse was not going to perform the rectal and vaginal exam. Well she was not to do so, but she would remain in the room for the duration in order to observe the procedure so she would be able to perform it in future.

A slightly older nurse, about 25, entered the room after Amy had stripped from the waist down. Amy was told to lie face down over the examining table with her legs hanging down over the end. Nurse Amanda put a rubber glove on and lubricated it with KY. She inserted her finger into Amy's anus, lubricating it thoroughly. Opening a cabinet attached to the examining table, she removed the business end of a sygmoidoscope, and proceeded to administer this uncomfortable proctological exam. Amy felt her anal sphincter stretch. It continued to stretch, and whatever it was that was stretch her seemed to be pushing inexorably inward. It hurt in a horrifying way.

It was not exactly a pain, not like a blow, or a pinch, but was unbelievably uncomfortable, went on continuously, and was extremely humiliating. She was being opened from her rectum. While it was a normal (so to speak) proctological procedure, it lasted longer than usual, perhaps ten minutes. Amy panted continuously, and gave forth many "AAAAH's". When the rectal was finished, Nurse Amanda instructed Nurse Caitlin to prepare an enema. When Caitlin left, Nurse Amanda instructed Amy to turn over on her back, and place her feet in the stirrups. Amy did as instructed, hoping to make this ordeal move along more quickly and smoothly.

Amanda removed a large, old-fashioned speculum from a cabinet, and inserted the cold stainless steel into Amy's vagina, causing Amy to gasp from the sudden cold inserted into her body. Amanda expanded the speculum. Again, a low-throated "AAAAAAH" came out of Amy. It was the rectal exam all over, only this time in her vagina. When her vaginal lips were spread widely apart, not as wide as they could go, put much wider than they had ever been while undergoing a gynecological exam, Nurse Amanda reached inside. Her fingers probed the walls of her vaginal canal, pushed upward toward her diaphragm. Like the rectal exam it was uncomfortable, and Amy was very humiliated to have this younger woman intruding into her body through her intimate orifice Was it her most intimate orifice, or her second most intimate orifice? It didn't matter. It was the orifice through which her body was being invaded NOW. And Nurse Caitlin was coming into the office, watching. She came over and put her head down where Amy could not see it, but she was obviously looking directly at her spread cunt, with Nurse Amanda's arm inserted halfway to the elbow, and looking at very close range.

As this outrage was sinking in, Amy suddenly spied the enema bag in Caitlin's hand. It was huge. At least three quarts, and soapsuds overflowed the top, and thick steam floated out of the enema bag. For a moment it was as if the humiliating vaginal exam was not happening, as Amy's mind moved from now to next. Next, she thought. The enema comes next. But this was just the beginning. There would always be a next. How did she let herself get into this. With that, the arm was withdrawn from her vagina, the speculum quickly removed from cunt, and Nurse Amanda to kneel up for her enema.

"Please", Amy said, "do you have to give me so much?" "Dr. Dore will be informed about this lack of cooperation, and you can be sure that appropriate corrective measures will be taken. You're not here to ask questions, or make statements. When told to do something, JUST DO IT! And NO TALKING unless spoken to. Then you will answer the question directly and politely. Don't forget to say 'Sir' or 'Ma'am'. Do you understand?" "Y' y' Yes ..... Ma'am."

"For speaking out of turn I'd ordinarily add one quart to your enema, but I'm afraid it's already maxed out. Three quarts of hot, soapy water, with a half pint of castor oil added for a special treat is all you could stand, I'm afraid. Too bad. Perhaps I will be able to give you extra special attention another day." And with that Nurse Amanda inserted the enema nozzle into Amy's rectum, using the lubrication left from her recent rectal exam. The nozzle was opened, and the hot, soapy liquid flowed rapidly into Amy's bowels, heating her insides. Soon she began to sweat from the heat. She would have sweat in any event, because the volume of water was expanding her, pressuring her body from the inside. After two quarts Amy felt like she would explode, and still the onslaught continued. Amy didn't want to plead. There was apparently a consequence to saying 'Please stop'.

But Amy couldn't help herself. "Please, please, please. Oh God, God. I'll die. It's too much". And indeed, it was too much.

Here was Amanda's opportunity to administer something special, so she stopped the flow. "I do think you need a rest. Your stomach and bowel has to expand somewhat for you to the remainder of your medicine. You shall have it all, and we will help you. Nurse Caitlin, please help me relax Mrs. Well's abdominal muscles." Nurse Amanda then moved to Amy's left, and Nurse Caitlin moved to her right. They reached under her torso, and began to massage her stomach. Then, as Nurse Caitlin continued to massage her stomach, Nurse Amanda's hand moved downward, and began to massage Amy's cunt. "There, there", she cooed, "Relax and let it come into you. Was this cunt one of the naughty parts? I'm sure we correct that. Yes, your cunt has been very naughty, but we can make it pure again. The Clinic knows how to purge naughtiness. When our patients leave here, their naughtiness is COMPLETELY cured."

Amy was becoming aroused, and her stomach WAS relaxing. She could undoubtedly take the last 2 pints of her 3+ quart enema. Suddenly the castor oil kicked in. Amy's bowel spasmed. It spasmed and spasmed, and spasmed. Amy knew she couldn't take much more and began begging for it to be over. "Oh, please. Please give the rest of my enema now. Please. I'll be a good girl and take all of it, but please finish my enema. PLEEEASE!"

"Oh, but don't you want to hear our methods for correcting miscreants with naughty cunts? Surely you have so many questions you want answered." "No, no. I have no questions. I'll find out. Please give me my enema. Please give me my enema." "So you shall. So you shall find out. Quite correct, and why spoil the surprise. Nurse Caitlin, please release the enema clamp." Caitlin moved to Amy's rear. Amanda continued to stroke Amy's cunt, and whispered, "See. Not all the treatment your cunt will receive here will be arduous. If you take it in the spirit it's given, your treatment will not be all that bad." The enema resumed its journey into Amy's bowels as Amanda continued to speak softly. "But no matter how bad it is, it can always be worse. So remember to follow all instructions fully and quickly. We don't take 'I can't' for an answer around here." Soon the enema bag was empty. Amy's bowel had spasmed continuously and increasingly from the instant she'd noticed it. Amanda's word had been absorbed in a hypnotic blur of pain in a secret, interior place. Amy remained silent. Anything she said would be held against her.

Amanda brought a large steel bedpan, and placed it on the floor. The enema nozzle was removed, and as it would be impossible for Amy to retain her water with her bowel spasming from the castor oil, Nurse Amanda placed a sterile pad over her anus, and quickly brought her to the bedpan. Amy squatted over the bedpan and quickly vacated her enema. She stayed there for five more minutes, oblivious to her position in the sight of these two young nurses. She strained to expel more, but there was no more to expel. Still the castor oil said 'expel, expel'. After 5 minutes Amy arose, weak and pale. Everything she had inside had been drained out of her.