"Dr. Kalt, our Dental Hygienist, is ready to give you your oral exam" Amy wondered what a dental exam had to do with her physical fitness for punishment, but asked no questions. She was learning. Soon she was ushered into the dental examination room. Dr. Kalt, a man about thirty (Amy was twenty-nine) stood next to a dental chair. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Wells. Please be seated. I'm the oral hygienist. I will be examining your teeth, tongue, and oral cavity for obvious signs of disease, I'm not a dentist, so I'm really not qualified to give a dental diagnosis, but I can discover any glaring problems. I'm sure we won't find any, I seldom do." Amy felt slightly reassured. Perhaps this examination would be like the early tests, and be quite ordinary. Amy sat in the chair, and opened her mouth wide. Dr. Kalt looked inside. He probed the surface of her teeth, and in between the teeth. He touched her inner cheek of her mouth, and over and under tongue. He didn't hurt her.

"Everything seems normal. I'm going to give you an oral cleansing. Here, put this into your mouth and keep it there." So saying he handed Amy a bar of soap. It looked like a bar of Ivory soap, but the size was not one manufactured by Ivory. It was mouth sized. Large enough to fit a mouth copiously, but without distending the mouth and throat too much, and it had been softened by soaking in tepid water. Although Dr. Kalt had said 'put this into your mouth' he placed it in Amy's mouth. "Now close your mouth, and suck on that. I'll be back in a few minutes to finish you up." Amy sucked on the softened soap bar. The unpleasant soapy taste began to permeate her mouth. The soap began to foam slightly, then more than slightly. There was no sink in which to spit. Amy didn't think she was supposed to spit, but no sink meant she couldn't cheat even if she wanted to. Couldn't cheat! If only she couldn't cheat at all, ever. She never would have gotten into this predicament. She had gotten herself into this, and now she would have to endure the torture of the damned. She had willingly (sort of) agreed. She knew Jim still loved her, and wouldn't injure her, but he would hurt her, was going to hurt her, just as she had hurt him.

She sucked her soap bar. Dr. Kalt stuck his head in the office. "Now don't lose any of those suds. Swallow what you can't keep in your mouth, but no dribbling. Amy swallowed. Uhg. Amy waited. Amy sucked. The clock ticked. Five minutes. Ten minutes. This was the mouth soaping to end all mouth soapings. She was eating it. Sucking it like a lollipop. Sucking like the dick she had sucked (not her husband's dick, the dick that got her in trouble. That dick that had seemed so desirable now seemed small and shriveled, so, so .. not worth it. Jim had accomplished that. The other dick wasn't worth it, none of them would be worth it. In time he would accomplish his other goal. She would be sorry. Not sorry like she was now, but REALLY, REALLY SORRY.

When 15 minutes had passed, Dr. Kalt returned. The soap bar had melted to the size of a small candy bar. The rest had disappeared down her throat. None had dribbled out. Amy felt sick to her stomach from the soap, and had a taste in her mouth that she knew would be there when she awoke tomorrow. Dr. Kalt said "You can swallow what's left. We won't be needing that. I have more." Amy swallowed, the disgusting soap taste increased as the bar slid slowly over tongue (it stuck at the rear for a few seconds, nearly making her gag). Dr. Kalt took a fresh bar, and reached for a dental drill, but this one had a cleaning brush on it, not a drill bit. He turned the drill on, and pressed the whirring brush into the softened soap, permeating it with soap. He took a thick solution of liquefied soap, and injected about an ounce into Amy's mouth. Then he began to clean.

The cleaning brush whirred over teeth, between teeth, on cheeks, under the tongue, over the tongue, the back of the tongue. No child having their mouth washed out with soap could ever have been so thoroughly washed. There was not a speck inside her mouth that was not cleansed, the soap driven into each pore. Even the palette and back of her through were not spared. Amy gripped the arms of the chair as she would if her teeth were being drilled without benefit of Novocain. The continued mouth soaping, and her having to hold her mouth wide open for it were beginning to make her saliva flow slow to a halt. The soap was getting drier, and thicker on her teeth, gums, tongue and throat. After a what seemed like eternity (a cliche that is always applicable to a well administered punishment) Dr. Kalt put the drill/brush away and reached for the air hose. He blew air into Amy's mouth for about a minute. The soap hardened, a thick cake of it coating every surface of her oral cavity. He then brought Amy a metal bowl, and a twelve ounce glass of water. Depositing the bowl on her lap, and the glass in her hand he said "You may rinse" and left the room.

Amy looked at the glass. She could never rid herself of more than a small fraction of the caked on soap with 12 ounces of water, but she would rid herself of whatever she could. She took a swallow. Amy tried to carefully measure the amount of water. She wanted as much as she could hold with out losing any. She wanted to attain maximum rinse. But something unexpected happened. (Why she didn't expect she didn't know.) The soap began to froth. Pieces of it broke away from teeth and gums. The soap coating her tongue held more tenaciously. The frothing brought renewed suffering. Her mouth was being washed again, only this time she was doing it to herself. Amy spit. The wetted soap obtained new life in her mouth, oozing over the all its surfaces. The soap taste increased, a dull, unpleasantness that would endure for hours. Amy knew this punishment would continue without the need for anyone to administer further. She swallowed another mouthful of water. More rinsing, more frothing, more tasting. When she had finished the 12 ounces of water the soaping was worse than before she had begun to rinse. Dr. Kalt returned. He took the glass, and the pan from Amy, asked her to "Open wide", and squirted about 2 ounces of water into her mouth. "Rinse", he told her. Amy swished the water around her mouth for a few seconds. "Swallow". She swallowed. Sudsy soap, and a small amount of water ran down her throat. The soap taste was everywhere. It tasted differently in different parts of her mouth. She could taste it in her throat, on her palette, under her tongue, the tip of her tongue, the top of her tongue, all different tastes, and all bad.

"The doctor will see you now."

Amy and Jim sat once again before Dr. Dore. "Did you find Janice's treatment instructive?" Obviously this question was not intended for Amy. She could only imagine what "earned 15 strokes to each inner thigh, and lucky you are to have to receive so few" would be like, but the words alone had been instructive, and she was glad to have been spared a more graphic demonstration. She knew it wouldn't have helped her to know all the gory details. She surmised that her inner thighs would also be 'treated'. Only later would she learn about the dance of legs and skirts, the undressing and dressing of thighs, the self-control required under penalty of additional punishments.

Ah, ignorance is bliss. "Quite instructive. It's exactly what I have in mind for Amy's treatment. I hope you agree, doctor."

"Not exactly. We have patients of all ages, male and female, and they're brought here for different reasons, and require different treatment. We consider it treatment for two basic reasons. Firstly, we think it is corrective. That at least is our theory. Secondly, it is punitive, and that too is a treatment. People are treated by others according to how they treat others. If they treat others badly, if they break the rules, if they misbehave, they get treated punitively. That is a treatment. For ordinary transgressions we use ordinary treatments. Spanking, on various parts of the body, usually the buttocks, but sometimes the hands, or thighs. Usually the part of the body we administer pain to is not related to the transgression, for example, we sometimes punish the soles of the feet, but not because the feet were used in the transgression. Rather it is because the severity of the transgression requires a severe treatment, and whipping the feet is indeed severe. Sometimes we DO punish a part of the body specifically because IT has transgressed.

For example, we may use mouthwashing for using foul language. But in your wife's case, she has transgressed with virtually every part of her body, even some of her inner organs. Her vagina, ass, thighs, rectum were all touched by this man, with her full compliance. Her mouth sucked his penis, and uttered the coarsest of language. I have her word down here (indicating his notes). 'Fuck me' I want to suck your cock'. Not YOUR cock. The cock of another man. In her mouth. In her CUNT. This is the worst transgression a wife can commit upon her husband. We think this merits a treatment more severe than the one Janice is receiving. To be sure, her thighs will be well attended to, but Amy needs something much more thorough. So I have devised a treatment plan, and it if it meets with your approval we can begin immediately." "I would like to say at this point that you should refrain from personally punishing Amy, at least for a while. We feel that the victim of the transgression is too personally involved to objectively determine what is appropriate. Not only might they go too far, but because they are often family members they may not go far enough, out of love. Both these extremes are undesirable". "What do you suggest?", asked Jim.

I think Amy should come for treatment 3 times a week, for ten weeks. We can then assess how things should proceed from there. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday would be a good schedule. That would give Amy time to recover, and time to contemplate her next treatment. The treatments will take at least four hours each. There's a lot of territory to cover. She will receive what I will call spankings, but special attention will be given to her vagina and breasts. Since she has humiliated you, she should be humiliated. The treatment Janice received was designed to humiliate, as well as to pain. Patients are humiliated by public punishment in the waiting room. We also use sexual punishments, both private and public to affect humiliation, but we would of course need your permission to administer sexual punishment."

"What do you mean by sexual punishment ?"

"Well Amy could be asked to masturbate in the waiting room. She could have objects inserted into her. She could be asked to sexually gratify staff, or the spouses of patients. This may seem like exactly what she did to get here in the first place, but it's not. You would be ordering this. It's not for her benefit. And, of course, feel free to use any patient given this assignment for own sexual release, that is regardless of whether or not you consent to Amy receiving any sexual punishment. This might be helpful to you if you decide to withhold sex from Amy, a perfectly understandable reaction to what she has put you through."

Our treatment plan would be to focus on Amy's vagina on Monday, her breasts on Wednesday, and a liberal does of humiliation on Friday. Spanking on the buttocks, thighs and calves would be a routine addition. Since this is a Friday we could begin immediately with a small dose of humiliation, and work our way up from there. You can let me know later if you want to consent to sexual punishments. Well, what do you say Mr. Wells?"

Amy had listened in horror to the prescription of The Pain Clinic. She was no longer sure that she wanted to submit. Perhaps a divorce would be better for her than the horrendous punishments awaiting her at this incredible institution of discipline. Jim spoke first. "Alright, Dr. Dore, lets start now".

Dr. Dore began writing rapidly on a prescription pad. He tore the sheet from the pad, and handed it to Amy. "Amy, please give this to the nurse at the front desk. Her name is Nurse Nightingale." Amy looked at the sheet. It's contents were cryptic. It read :

Pt Amy Wells - Friday, 10/13 hs-g200 hs-t60 an-reminder8 n.res, n.ct (init#1)

Amy took the prescription form and, followed by Jim, exited the office and went to the waiting room. There was a receptionist behind the desk, and two nurses, one of them being the nurse who she'd seen administer Janice's strapping. In the middle of the waiting room was a woman, naked from the waist down, and attached to an unusual set of stocks. The upper portion had a board parallel to the floor, with head and hand holes directed up/down. The woman's head was held upright with her neck held in the head hole, and her hands pinioned at each side of her head, about a foot from her head. Her knees rested on a see-saw like device from which, if she didn't balance herself properly, one knee would go down, and the other go up. Her ankles were similarly bound by a see-saw device at the rear, with the ankles raised a full 18 inches up over the level of her knees. The see-saw at ankles were designed to move as the see-saw at knees moves, so that if a knee went down, the corresponding ankle would down, and the opposite ankle would go up. It had no independent movement, and moved in tandem with the knee see-saw. A stainless steel rod, in the form of a dildo, was fixed on the contraption, and went (seemingly deeply) into the poor girls cunt. With the dildo holding her erect there was little chance of her swaying to one side or another, but the knee and ankle see-saw guaranteed that she could not get a solid "knee hold" to keep the dildo from penetrating to it's maximum (and painful) depth. There were tears streaming down her face. Signs in front, and rear both said "I have a naughty cunt and mouth. Please punish me". A man was standing in front of her, vigorously fucking her face.

Amy approached the desk. "I'm looking for Nurse Nightingale." "That's me", said the nurse who had administered the severe strapping, "How can I help you?" Amy handed here the note from the doctor. Nurse Nightingale looked it over for a minute.

"I see this is your first initiation treatment. You are to receive 200 handspanks on your bottom, 60 on your thighs, and to have an anal reminder implanted. This is higher than normal dose for a first initiation, but all in all it's not too bad. Rather light compared to treatments after initiation. OK, I'll be right out to administer the treatment." Nurse Nightingale went to the rear of the nurses station, picked up a straight backed wooden chair, and brought it out into the waiting area. She then returned to the nurses station, rummaged through some drawers, and came back, this time holding a leather harness, and an 8" long wooden dildo about 3/4" in diameter. Nurse Nightingale seated herself on the chair, and placed the harness and dildo on the floor to her left. "Come here Mrs. Wells. Stand on my right."

Amy did as directed. "Now just stand there, Mrs. Wells. I'll do everything. In fact, why don't you put your hands on your head so they won't interfere. We wouldn't want you to earn extra's on your initial treatment, would we?" Amy placed her hands on her head without reply. Nurse Nightingale reached down to the hem of her skirt, and inched it up until it was completely inverted and bunched up just under her breasts. "I see your wearing pantyhose. Very practical, but in the future you are to wear full length hose. And wear a slip. They make raising skirts so much easier. And you are to wear a full-flared dress. These tight skirts take so much longer to raise they throw me off my schedule. And you NEVER want to throw me off my schedule."

While saying this Nurse Nightingale was rolling down Amy's pantyhose, and panties until they lay in a tangle just below her knees. Then she pulled Amy face down over her lap, head down so she was staring at the dildo and harness Nurse Nightingale had deposited on the floor moments earlier. The placement had not been accidental.

"Mr. Wells, would you mind keeping count? Normally the subject does this herself, but during initiation we try to make it easier on them so they can grow into it." Jim stood facing Nurse Nightingale's left side, where his wife's head was. Amy stared at the dildo. Nurse Nightingale began the spanking of her buttocks, the pace was quick, about 1 a second. She heard her husband toll "One, two, three, four . . . . sixteen, seventeen, eighteen" Amy gasped from the first, but exerted every effort not to cry out. But the rapid-fire SMACK, SMACK, SMACK quickly took its toll and Amy began to moan. "AHHH, OHHH, PLEASE, AHHHH" "twenty- nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four" "AAAAAH, OH! OW! with intermitted squeals "EEE, OW, STOP. LET ME REST. PLEASE. PLEASE. NO MORE." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "ninety-four, ninety-five, ninety-six". SMACK! "MERCY! NOT SO HARD! AHHHH. GOD, NO." "One hundred sixty-eight, One hundred sixty-nine . . . One hundred eighty-one, One hundred eighty-two.", SMACK! SMACK! until the full count of two hundred had been delivered, and Amy's backside was a blazing shade of red, black, and blue.

Without missing a beat Nurse Nightingale shifted Amy forward more than a foot, until Amy's thighs were over Nurse Nightingale's knees, her buttocks were just past Nurse Nightingale's left thigh, and Amy's nose nearly touched the dildo on the floor, soon to be elsewhere. Nurse Nightingale looked up at Jim Wells, and said simply "Start from one please.", then began to spank thighs. Left thigh, right thigh, left thigh, right thigh. Amy screeched from the beginning. "AHIEEE, NO! NO! NO! ARRRGH, STOP" "Twenty-seven, twenty-eight. . . fifty, fifty-one, fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty"

At the count of sixty Nurse Nightingale threw Amy to the floor and barked "Stand up!" Amy stood immediately and reached back to rub her thighs. "Stop rubbing! Come here", said Nurse Nightingale, reaching down for the harness. She began attaching the harness, which was sort of an elaborate leather Kotex pad, with a cinch around the waist and two more for the upper thighs. The thigh cinches bit tightly into Amy's inflamed thighs at the crease of the buttock, bringing tears to her eyes.

When the harness was attached Nurse Nightingale again drew Amy over her knees. "Spread your legs. Wide! As wide as you can get them. No! Wider! Now keep them there, and keep your toes on the floor, or this will hurt you more than it should. It shouldn't hurt at all. See this", and then put the dildo right before Amy's eyes. It was long. Eight inches, but not very wide around, about the thickness of a large male penis. It was made of wood, and highly varnished. It was slightly curved, and it was going IN HER. "This is not a punitive dildoeing. This dildo is designed just to be felt, and make you aware of your asshole and the hard, unyielding thing inside it. Mr. Wells, owing to the enema your wife has received earlier, she will have no need to move her bowels for about a day, especially if you send her to bed without her supper tonight, and give her a light breakfast tomorrow. You can remove it before bedtime on Sunday so she can go to the bathroom, then reinsert it and put her to bed. We will remove it on Monday. It will not interfere with her urinating." This speech completed, Nurse Nightingale began to insert the unlubricated wooden dildo. "Bear down, Mrs. Wells, like you were making a bowel movement.", and she began to push and twist the dildo. Amy bore down. She grunted. And grunted. And grunted. Eight inches of grunting, slowly delivered. It took about ten minutes for the dildo to be inserted. Nurse Nightingale stood Amy on her feet, her legs bowed from the dildo. She then completed the harnessing, securing the dildo in place.

"Mr. Wells, it is common for a man watching ministrations such as you've just witnesses to become quite aroused. If you would like, you can relieve yourself with Janet here", indicating the woman in the stocks. Jim Wells positioned himself before the bound girls mouth and began to unzip his fly. Janet smiled at him, but the tears which began anew betrayed her inner turmoil.