Sweet Lacy has always been misunderstood and called a "problem child." At eighteen, she is perhaps the most beautiful problem I have ever seen. Her body is that of a gymnast, except that unlike most Olympians, Lacy was endowed with beautiful C-cup breasts, which stand proudly out from her muscled young chest. Her hair is a soft brown, belying a personality often less than soft.

Now she was mine. The pleasure chamber had been furnished to resemble a late 20th-century medical exam room.

She was naked on the exam table, her feet held by restraints in the stainless steel stirrups, two wide leather straps above and below her beautiful breasts, her wrists secured by wie leather cuffs to her thighs. Her ass hung nearly off the edge of the table, and I had a clear view of her youthful sex. I had dressed for the occasion in a white lab coat, a stethoscope suspended from my neck. "We'll wait a moment for your pelvic, dear," I said, as I placed the stethoscope against her chest. What a bastard I am! You see, I had placed the transducer of the stethoscope in ice, thoroughly chilling it. Lacy squealed into the gag in her mouth as I touched the frosty metal to her left breast. Oh, did I fail to mention that she was gagged? Silly of me to omit mention of some of my preparations. Perhaps we should go back a bit…

Lacy's mother has suffered terribly through her daughter's teenage years. Bail has been raised to get young Lacy out of jail numerous times, fines have been paid, psychologists hired, psychotropic drugs prescribed, but all have been to no avail. Lacy's mother found my advertisement in the personals pages of a local underground newspaper. The ad promises a different sort of behavior modification, with emphasis on genital and colonic health. Desperate to effect a change in her beautiful daughter before losing any remaining, waning chance, she called me.

When I first met Lacy, she was resentful and filled with venom; some of the venom streamed from her teenage lips as cursing. At 45 years of age, I no longer have patience for foul-mouthed delinquent girls, and so the gag was applied and the child stripped and restrained by Marie and Mia, my two athletic female assistants. The gag is beautiful, a ball of vivid purple rubber.

Lacy wailed into the big rubber ball wedged between her aching jaws as I continued to probe with the frigid stethoscope. Fearing that I would lower her body temperature, I decided that some warmth was in order for my young charge. Turning to the autoclave, I extracted a freshly- sterilized steel speculum. As it cooled on my instrument tray, I donned latex exam gloves and thoroughly lubricated the index finger of my right hand.

Lacy made no sound as I inserted the slippery digit into her vagina, but her body tensed noticeably, and sweat began to form on her lovely young face. I carefully touched the speculum to the inside of my left wrist, noting that it was still quite hot. No matter. I cooled the hot stainless steel a bit with a generous glob of cool lubricant and gently eased it into Lacy's waiting sex. Her cry of surprise and pain through the ballgag was gratifying, to be sure. Rather than opening the instrument's blades immediately, I toyed with it inside Lacy's pouting cunny, taking care to palpate and massage her larger-than-average, pink clitoris. "uhm-m-m," I mused. "It appears that my young patient is ready to be examined further."

I clicked the speculum open slowly, finally pulling the inner walls of Lacy's vagina as wide as I could without tearing her. I used a small penlight to examine the recesses of her sweet young sex. Damn! This was the part of the job I hated. I am after all a professional, and filling this lovely girl's orifice with my thick cock is simply not an option; I find this fact to be extremely frustrating. "It looks very healthy down here, Lacy," I smiled, savouring the teenager's squirming. In a moment, she would truly squirm. Leaving the vaginal speculum in place, I moved to the video camera I had stationed in the far corner of the exam room. "The movie is for your Mom, Lacy. She wants to see your exam and punishment."

Lacy's eyes went wild with fear. "You didn't know that you were going to be punished? Come on child! Your behavior warrants it. I informed your mother that young girls often misbehave because of toxicity in the colon, combined with sexual frustration and a lack of early childhood discipline. We're going to try to take care of all three issues today, in hopes that you will settle down, pay more attention to your studies, show your mother more respect, and generally become a better citizen. A lot to ask, I know, but after today, I don't imagine that you'll want to come back for a repeat treatment. Hell, you might even decide to change your ways and actually do something useful with your life!" I chuckled as I removed a second instrument from the small tray near the examination table.

This tool was a smaller version of the speculum now residing in Lacy's vagina. Again, I donned a clean disposable exam glove and greased it thoroughly with K-Y jelly, but this time, the finger found Lacy's puckered little anus. She screamed into the gag as I worked a finger into her backdoor, but I knew that her scream was from humiliation and surprise rather than from pain. The second speculum slid in easily, and I clicked it open. The penlight and my probing finger revealed a mass of fecal matter.

The enema was quick and perfunctory, a pre-packaged Fleet enema followed by rapid expulsion into a bedpan. The followup involved a deep colonic rinse. I slid a colonic tube through the gates of the speculum and attached the other end of a long hose to a brass fitting in the sink mounted on a nearby wall. I looked at the temperature guage and saw that the water was running at a perfect one hundred degrees Farenheit. I started the flow gently, allowing the water to drain back out of Lacy's rectum unimpeded, flushing her clean. Once the flow was started, I walked to the head of the exam table, elevated Lacy's upper body and removed the gag from her beautiful mouth. "Ready for something to drink?" I inquired, producing a bottle of lemon-flavored mineral water. She groaned and nodded, taking a straw between her parched, pink lips and sucking greedily at the cold liquid. She seemed to recover quickly, and soon the straw was spat from between her lips, followed by a stream of invectives and ultimatums. "None of that!" I declared. "The only chance you have of avoiding discomfort is to sweeten up, and I mean now!" I wedged the gag back into her mouth and pulled the wide leather restraining straps more tightly around Lacy's ample breasts.

The electrodes were positioned on either side of the teenager's rosy nipples, affixed with a highly conductive electrolytic glue. The wires were run to a specially-modified TENS unit. I had modified the unit with some difficulty, both to increase the voltage and to lower the current. I also arranged that each channel, one for each nipple was electrically isolated from the other. "Safety first" was always my credo when using electricity; I wanted to ensure that no electrical current would pass through Lacys young heart. I thanked the technological wizards who had invented the Transcutaneous Electronic Nerve Stimulator. This unit, originally designed to help people cope with chronic muscle pain, was now to be used for a slightly more sinister purpose.

I closed the valve on the sink and allowed the last of the water to drain from Lacy's dilated anus. I noted with satisfaction that the water was now running clear. The two specula still cruelly held Lacy's cuny and sphincter open wide, but at least her bowels were now clean and empty. A different sort of electrical play was in store for Lacy's lower half. While her nipples each were part of a separate electrical circuit, I now wired her lower half so that the positive pole of the electrical wave entered her anus and exited through the negative pole, her vagina. Each stainless-steel speculum was a perfect electrical conductor, and the pulsing electrical current would flow easily through Lacy's ass and pussy. I smiled at the young girl as I undid her gag. "You have one chance, only one to apologize for your recent bad behavior. One chance. Do you have anything to say?"

Her answer came in a split second. "Fuck you!" I turned the two electrical boxes on. Although both boxes were set to a pleasant tingle, the stimulation took Lacy very much by surprise, and she howled, her body attempting to arch off the table. I again smiled lovingly at her and replaced the gag in her young, filthy mouth.

I lit a cigarette and turned out the lights in the examination room, leaving Lacy alone in the dark, weeping as the electricity, now higher in level began to cause spasms. I chuckled, knowing that the pulses would eventually engender orgasms in the young girl. Part pleasure, part pain, some affection, some correction. This is the only way to correct recalcitrant young girls.

As I left the room, drawing lazily on the cigarette, I heard the muffled sounds of Lacy's first climax…

Part 2[/b]

I smoked the cigarette slowly and savoured each puff. I had limited myself to one cigarette per day and cherished this bit of self-indulgence. I stubbed out the smoke in a fine crystal ashtray, poured myself a short brandy from the credenza nearby and walked slowly back into the examination room.

The light caught Lacy by surprise, momentarily causing her to squint. She hadn't been aware of my approach, not having heard me over the sound of her whimpers and groans of arousal. I switched off the two electrical generators, then carefully removed the specula from the rectum and vagina of my young patient.

I carefully inspected her openings for redness or sign of electrical burns. Aside from the pinching and stretch of the medical instruments, Lacy seemed no worse for her experience. I again donned a latex exam glove, causing the rubber to snap loudly. I took a tube of Preparation-H from my instrument table and lovingly massaged Lacy's tortured asshole, relishing in the little sighs and squeaks emanating from behind the purple rubber ballgag.

I found the jar of soothing cream and, using a fresh latex glove, carefully massaged Lacy's stretched vagina walls, labia and still-distended clitoris. "good girl," I murmured, softly stroking the young woman's belly and breasts with my free hand, continuing to work the emollient into Lacy's sweet womanhood. "Good girls get treated nicely, but bad girls get severely punished. You've been a very, very bad girl. You've caused those who love you a great deal of sorrow. Furthermore, you're heading down a very bad road, but I'm here to help you make things right." As I spoke these words lovingly, I stroked my lubricated finger against Lacy's Grafenberg spot, which was throbbing and hardening under my expert touch. I felt her orgasm coming fast, and I abruptly withdrew my finger from her now-sopping sex. Lacy squeezed her eyes shut and wailed into the gag, arching her back and rotating her hips as much as her restraints would allow. "Good girls get treated nicely," I repeated.

I walked to the head of the exam table and pinched Lacy's nostrils closed, momentarily cutting her supply of air. "Bad girls get severely punished. Are you going to be a good girl or a bad girl?"

I released my fingers quickly and undid the ballgag. Again I offered the cold bottle of water to her, and after gasping a few breaths, she sucked lustily at the plastic drinking straw, draining the bottle. A change seemed to suffuse her slender gymnast's body, and a softness came into her eyes. "I want to be a good girl…I don't want to be punished. Please, sir. Let me go and I'll do anything you want. You can fuck me in the ass, or use my mouth; I have a pierced tongue and I give really great head. I'll suck your balls dry…" I nearly laughed aloud at her clumsy attempt to seduce me into her release; it was easy to see that this sort of cock-teasing was an essential part of Lacy's repertoire. "You have a dirty little slut-mouth, child!" I snarled, activating the electrodes on Lacy's nipples. The level was at the midpoint setting, but the sharp sensations on the teenager's pink pleasure-points must have felt like the rapid stinging of a thousand tiny bees. Lacy howled "Fuck…ow-w-w! Stop it goddam it! If I get out of here, I'm going to the cops. You'll go to jail and get ass-raped by big fuckin' nigg…" Her voice trailed away into a scream, as I pushed the level and frequency of the tortuous electric fire to a painful crescendo. "Polite young ladies do not threaten, use the word ‘fuck,' nor use racist epithets. We are seriously going to have to do something about your foul language."

The dental gag was ingenious. It was designed to hold the patient's jaws wide apart, so that dental treatment might be accomplished. After treating Lacy's chapped lips and raw skin at the corners of her mouth with a soothing unguent of Vaseline and aloe, I pushed the apparatus into Lacy's mouth and gradually levered her jaws apart. I accomplished this easily, as Lacy was screaming and distracted by the electrical overstimulation of her tender 18 year-old nipples and areolae. Before she fully understood what was happening to her, the dental spreader was in place and a padded leather restraining strap across her forehead held Lacy's head immobile. True to her word, Lacy wore a stud through her tongue. I found the dental mirror and pick in the instrument tray and began to explore…

To be continued...