Chapter 9 - Susan Receives a Spanking

When Sister Katherine had returned she found Susan in deep repose on her stomach with her bare bottom exposed and propped up high on pillows. In order not to rile Sister Kate, Ken had covered Susan with blankets in the same fashion as before. He was in the process of injecting warm oil up into Susan’s rectum when Sister entered the room.

“You should of waited for me doctor, before you started that procedure.”

“ It looks like we’re going to be here until 6:00 o’clock. For once, I wanted to dispense with hospital regulations.”

Sister place a huge pile of hospital gowns on a table a little ways from the bed. Dr. Ken said sarcastically, “ It appears that our Saint Theresa has wiped out the hospital laundry.”

Sister donned a pair of gloves while walking over towards the opposite side of the bed. “Doctor, I can finish that.” She then replaced her hand with his own on the small syringe leading up into Susan’s protruding backside.

“ The oil is almost all in her now, Sister. I only place about three ounces in the bulb to inject in her.” He went to remove his gloves at the sink and turned his head over his shoulder. “ Despite the strong suppository we used on her, I still encountered hard stool up inside her rectum before, when she bore down for me. I have a funny suspicion that Susan lied about her last bowel movement. I’d say she hasn’t had a motion in five to six days. She’s going to need at least two, two quart enemas, plus a rinse to sufficiently clean her out to prepare her for the exam.” He smiled. “Naturally, we know that nurses have far more expertise in that field than doctors.” He said with a sly grin.

“I’ll give her enemas until she discharges clear.” Sister replied trying to hide a smile. Than after a moment of thought she said somberly, “Dr. Cummings, Sr. Theresa repeated what you said to her. Had you forgotten that you were speaking to nun?” Ken lowered his head feeling meagerly remorseful. If anyone could make him feel regretful, it was Sr. Kate. After a few moments Sister said, “I’m pretty sure that I was able to talk her out of going to see Fr. Ryan.”

“Thanks Sister Kate. I guess in the future I’ll have to try to make a sincere effort to control my temper.” He began to chuckle softly. “Besides, now I know what you nuns really wear under those tents you always have on!” He continued to laugh quietly. “I won’t have a problem figuring out what to buy you for Christmas this year!” He gave her a jaunty grin.

“Will you stop! That will be quite enough!” Sister’s face began to turn a slight shade of pink.

Placing both his hands on her shoulders and leaning over closely to the right side of her face he said sincerely, “Sister Kate, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful. You should understand my sense of humor by now.”

He walked over to the side of the bed and rested his sturdy hand on Susan’s small shoulder as she slept peacefully. He than quietly pulled up a chair, turned it’s back to go against the side of the bed and straddled it with his broad physique. He wrapped his brawny arms around it’s back. While resting his chin on the top of the chair he sat and gazed at Susan in wonderment. Turned to the side on the pillow facing him was her soft elegant face. Her eyes were closed displaying thick black lashes above a small turned up nose and full rose-colored lips that were slightly parted. Dark shiny hair surrounding her temple was mildly matted from the perspiring she had done earlier. That fresh clean fragrance she possessed still predominated his senses. The sound of her breath was soft and even. With the pad of his thumb he casually wiped a little spittle that had trickled down from the corner of her sensuous, pink mouth.

In a hush tone, so as not to wake her, he whispered, “She looks like a cross between Sleeping Beauty and Snow White.” His smile and gaze was warm as he looked down on her cherub like face. With his index finger he gently brushed a moist strand of hair off her brow. Tilting his face to the side he continued to stare at her in awe. Watching her without her awareness gave him the opportunity to take pleasure in studying her delicate features that made up an exquisite and unblemished face.

Keeping his eyes on Susan he whispered, “Sister Kate?”

“Yes,” She answered.

“Is there anyone special in Susan’s life at the moment?”

“You mean, does she have a steady beau?”

“Yeah, that’s what I mean.” As if in a daze he continued to look at her as she slept.

“No, there’s no one. In fact I’m quite sure that she’s done very little dating since she’s been here in Colorado. The same goes for her sister, Shannon.” Sister noticed a look of relief on his face upon hearing that piece of information.

She also took note of his facial expression as he sat there staring down at Susan. It was one of adoration and sublime tenderness. Well, it was about time, Sister Katherine thought to herself. Dr. Cummings was finally falling in love. He had mourned his dead wife long enough.

Susan began to stir. Her eyes opened to slits. She whimpered sleepily , “My bottom it…” her voice trailed off sluggishly.

“Lay still, Susan. Sr. Kate is just injecting some oil into you.” Ken began to lightly rub Susan’s back as he watched the contents of the small bulb being slowly squeezed into her raised protruding bottom crack. The bulb started to deflate as Susan’s eyes partially opened again.

“Sh, sh go back to sleep Susan.” He said firmly as he kept on stroking her back until he knew for certain she had gone back to doing just that. Ken enjoyed this moment of voyeurism. He liked especially looking at Susan’s perfectly shaped buttock cheeks slope up high with the bulb and nozzle still imbedded in her sweet cranny by Sister’s capable hand.

Sister was done injecting the oil. Ken watched with continued interest as Sister gently inserted and slid an anal plug up and into Susan’s rectum so she wouldn’t expel the oil in her sleep. She covered her up prompting the plug to jut out under the blanket.

Ken softly said, “Come on let’s have some of that hot tea of yours. Will keep the door open in the event she wakes up.” Sister hesitated a moment. Ken said quietly. “Come, Sr. Kate, she’s all right. We can check on her periodically.” He cupped her elbow to lead her out of the room.

While they were sipping their tea they discussed Susan’s fragile emotional makeup.

Ken wore a grim facial cast as he spoke.“ From what you told me about her aunt and what I’ve witnessed, I’m convinced that this last hysterical outburst along with the other episodes in my office stems from frightening experiences that took place when she was a little girl.” Sister agreed and was equally convinced as well.

About forty minutes had passed when they heard Susan begin to fuss and moan. Ken placed his hand on Sister’s shoulder as she made an attempt to get up from her chair. “ Stay seated Sister. I’ll go to her. You’re tired. Soon you will be giving her a few enemas. Rest while you can.”

He entered the room to see that the blanket that had been modestly covering Susan had been kicked away and was now wrapped around her small ankles. She had turned on her left side and was trying to retrieve the anal plug that was sticking out of her bare bottom.

“What do you think you’re trying to do, young lady?” He asked firmly.

Upon hearing his voice she quickly tried to go for the blanket to cover her nudity. Ken smiled at her modesty as he approached the bed. She whimpered, “This thing up inside me is beginning to burn something awful.”

He paused a moment. “I guess, now it’s OK to remove it. I’ll remove the plug for you. It’s almost time for Sister to give you a few enemas anyway.”

“Why did you put this thing up my bottom?” She asked.

“We injected a little oil up into your colon. We didn’t want you to expel it while you were asleep. Can you feel the oil at all?”

“I don’t feel anything except this terrible burning.” She was tired and rung out from the sedative they had given her. “I wish this was all over so I can go home.” She said softly.

“It’ll be over before you know it, Susan.” He said reassuringly.

Dr. Cummings walked over to the bed. “ Susan, could you turn over and lay back down on your stomach for me? She went from her side onto her belly. “Here we go,” he said as he slowly and gently pulled the anal plug out of her tight crevice.

She felt the plug slide out of her. Her anal opening felt slightly stretched . “Ohoooo, it burns so!” She moaned.

“You might be allergic to the material this anal plug is made out of. I can get rid of some of that burn.” He said compassionately. “How do you feel otherwise?”

“Like I have a hang over,” she said lethargically. “I don’t think I will be able to drive myself home tonight.”

“Sister and I had no intention of letting you do that! I will drive you home in my car and Sister will follow behind in yours.”

She turned onto her side again to face him. “It’s not necessary for you to do that. I can take a ca…….”

“It most certainly is necessary, and I don’t want to hear another word about it ! Do you understand?” She could tell from his stern voice that he meant what he said. Besides she felt too tired to quarrel with him again.

“I’m going to put more of that hemorrhoid cream on and inside of your anus. It will alleviate that burning sensation.”

“Please, let Sister do it!” She begged. It was embarrassing! She didn’t want to get aroused again from his gentle fingers sinking in and up her bare bottom.

“NO, I’ll do it. Sister is going to be quite busy with you in just a little while. Turn over again and lay your head back down the pillow.” “Shouldn’t we at least call her in here?”

“We don’t need her. Let her rest.” Ken perceived her hesitation. “Susan, I’m not about to do anything illicit! What could I possibly do to you with Sr. Kate in the other room?”

“Oh, I see, you mean you would do something unlawful to me if she wasn’t in the other room?” She thought she would tease him for a change!

“You’re something else! You know that!” He began to laugh huskily! “I would think by now that I would of gained back at least fifty percent of that trust you originally claimed I had !”

“Oh, I guess it’s OK. I’m so tired, I don’t care anymore.” She than turned over slowly and her rear end went up as he helped rearrange the pillows under her behind.

She turned her head away from him. Once again, she heard him snap on a pair of rubber gloves. “Susan, could you again spread your legs for me?” He requested in his husky voice. He used his left hand to spread her buttocks apart and with his index finger on his right hand he gently applied more anal cream onto her hemorrhoids.

She noticed he handled her very gently every time his hands came in contact with her body. She was beginning to like the touch, smell and sound of him.

His well lubricated finger penetrated and rotated on and into her wrinkling tight brown cavity very slowly and deeply. “Oooooooo,” she moaned. She began to bend her slim legs at the knee. First, one at a time. Than in unison. Ken liked ogling her tiny, painted toes as they went up and down. “Ohooooooo,” she moaned again. Dr. Cummings could tell, as previously, that his pretty patient liked this gentle play. It felt good in more ways than one, he impishly thought to himself! Once again the ointment enabled the burn to disappear. It was like getting an anal massage. Similar to and during her rectal exam a potential strong genital release was beginning to build up slowly inside of her as a result from his probing finger.

“Ohooooo!” She groaned.

“Easy now.” He said calmly as he continued to massage the cool gel back and forth slowly over and in the burning area of her small rosebud. “Does that feel good?” He asked kindly, knowing full well that it did!

“Yes, thank you.” She replied softly. Secretly, she did not want him to stop. However, despite the pleasure she was experiencing it was good that he halted when he did.

“Susan, can you turn over on your back for me or do you think you might lose the oil we injected into you? I didn’t get an opportunity to examine your abdomen earlier.”

She said, “I’m all right,” as she turned over, “I don’t feel like there’s oil in me.”

His tall frame towered over her as she lay flat on her back. She looked up at him unwaveringly and watched him remove his gloves and throw them away. He was smiling down on her as he gently rearranged the blanket to cover her pubic hair just below her flat tummy. In this new position, Ken was able to obtain an eyeful of how her lovely well- endowed breasts filled out her sheer, lacy chemise.

She looked up at him and couldn’t help admire his potent good looks. She liked his nose. It was straight and narrow. The mouth underneath it was wide and firm. She specially liked it when he smiled showing perfectly straight white teeth and beautiful dimples on either side of his strong facial features. She loved the smell of him. He smelled like a REAL MAN.

He proceeded to press gently in areas of her stomach. Her eyes focused upward and became riveted on the open V below his neck and above his white shirt. Black curly hair was staring back down at her. The urge to reach up and touch it was very strong. She wondered if the dark pubic hair spread over his entire massive chest and other parts of his virile physique. He must look like the Statue of David with his clothing off she thought secretly. She got excited from the sensual and earthly thought of seeing him completely naked.

“Do you feel any tenderness when I press here, Susan?” He asked in his deep husky voice as he gently pressed against her silky creamy, flesh. He continued to gently prod and press her abdomen in it’s lower and upper quadrants with his beautiful, proficient hands. Funny , she realized that his hands were incredibly gentle in spite of the fact that they were large.

She flinched. “Does that hurt?” He asked with a worried frown on his face.

“No, it tickles.” She answered modestly.

He was relieved to hear her say that. “ I’m glad it doesn’t hurt. However, it wasn’t my intention to tickle you.”

Sister than entered the room with two large clear plastic disposable enema bags and hung them on the IV pole. Susan’s face cringed upon seeing them. “I’ll see you in a little while Susan after Sister’s is done in here with you.” Ken said as he patted her dainty foot. “Soon you’ll be resting comfortably in your own home.” He said gently.

Moments went by when Ken heard raised voices.

“PLEASE SISTER, I don’t like or want those kind of enemas again! I hated them last month when you gave them to me at my home!”

“Susan this is what the hospital issues and it’s all we have!”

“Surely, you must have an enamel enema can somewhere? We have them in pediatrics!” Susan said agitatedly!

Ken entered the room and interrupted their disputed conversation. “Excuse me for interrupting, but we do have an enema can, in fact we have three, Sr. Kate.”

Sister looked surprised. He continued, “I asked Floyd in supply to get me a few stainless steel enema cans about a month ago. He came last week to deliver them while you were at lunch.”

“OK, show me where they are and I’ll use one on Susan.” Sister replied.

“They are in my office supply closet. They come with disposable tubing, nozzles and a flannel covering as well.” Sister Katherine was on her way out when Dr. Cummings added over his shoulder, “You’ll find a box of castile soap packets in there along side the enema cans.” Sister disappeared through the door.

Susan let out a relieved breath. “ Thank you Dr. Cummings.” Susan was grateful.

“You’re very welcome. I know from first hand experience that those kind of enemas,” he gestured with his eyes towards the disposable ones, “with pre-measured chemicals are extremely uncomfortable.” Ken turned his head towards the entrance on account of that moment he thought he heard the telephone ring in the outer office.

“YOU?” She gave him a amazed look!

Turning his head back towards her, “YES ME!” I told you before doctors are human too and they sometimes get constipated like everyone else.” Dr. Cummings began to chuckle.

Sister reentered the room with the enema bucket in her hand. She looked excited. “Dr. Cummings, the maternity ward just called! Dr. Peruzie’s wife is asking for me! She went into labor a few hours ago.”

“I’m sorry Sister! Mark informed me of that before, when he was here. I completely forgot that the two of you were good friends.” Sister wasn’t a bit surprised that he did forget since the truth was that Dr. Ken was too preoccupied with Susan to remember anything! He could see that Sister was indecisive about staying with Susan or going to Connie. “Sister go, I’ll take care of Susan.” With that comment Susan sat rigidly up in the bed and gave him an overwhelming stare!

“Doctor keeping with the rules of the hospital…..”

“Oh, to HELL with the rules! I’m not about to do anything inappropriate with this patient!”

“I don’t know about this.” Sister said noticing Susan’s uneasy expression.

“What don’t you know ? I told you before that I know how to oversee and administer enemas. I gave Ann quite a few enemas before she was diagnosed and during her illness. I’ll call for you upstairs to maternity when Susan is done and ready for the proctoscope exam, OK?” Susan had overheard many times from hospital employees about Dr. Cummings deceased wife of three years. She felt sorry for his loss.

Sister looked towards Susan with a pleading expression wanting her permission. “Susan, how do you feel about this?”

Susan feigned consent but was secretly reluctant with regard to the idea. “Sister, it’s OK. Go to her. She needs you more that I do.” She said unenthusiastically.

“That’s good of you Susan. I will be back to give you support during your examination.” She turned towards Ken and hesitated. “Perhaps I should call Sr. Theresa back in here?”

“GOOD GOD, NO! We’ll be all right!”

Ken noticed that Sister was vacillating in her final decision.

He said emphatically, “ Sister, we’ll be OK!” He turned in Susan’s direction. “Won’t we Susan?” Susan gave them both a nebulous smile.

With her mind made up, she walked over to the pile of hospital gowns and handed one to Ken. She said sternly, “Have her wear this when you administer the enemas.”

“But of course, Sister!” He replied as he accepted the gown. Sister also handed him the enema can with every thing inside and quickly left the room. Ken turned and gave Susan a wicked grin. “ Well, it looks like it’s just you and me, Susan.” She looked at him sheepishly and again began to blush.

“Do you really know how to give an enema, Dr. Cummings?” She peevishly and skeptically asked.

He replied. “I most certainly do!” He tossed her the gown. “You put this on while I get the solution prepared.” He noticed that she looked at him a little fearfully. “Susan, you needn’t worry. I give proficient and very thorough enemas.” He gave her another wicked grin and a wink. Patting the mattress of the bed he said, “I want to see your bottom up high in the air on this bed when I come back.” He playfully squeezed and tugged on one of her painted toes before disappearing into the bathroom.

Susan began to sulk. He certainly looks like he is enjoying all this she thought, and she certainly didn’t like the way he said the word ‘thorough’! Susan got up from the bed and first removed her pink lacy camisole, placed it on the nearby table and then went to put on the white hospital gown. She tied it together at the neck and realized that there were no other strings to tie going down the back of the gown. It reached to the middle of her thigh providing only a smidgen of covering. She reached back and around her waist to try to hold it shut over her nude bottom as she walked timidly up to the entrance way of the bathroom. Thinking to herself, I’m going to talk him out of this asinine idea and see if he will allow me to take care of my own personal needs.

Still feeling a little lightheaded from the injection that she had received earlier she leaned against the door frame to study, with tribulation, Dr. Cummings prepare the enema solution. She admired his large, powerful athletic frame and especially his cute, tight, hard backside as he bent over to retrieve some towels.

Susan remembered that same hot soapy aroma of castile soap that began to saturate the bathroom. Aunt Lucy used it all the time on Shannon and herself when they were little girls and into their teens. The smell conjured up unpleasant memories. She got a shiver up her spine thinking of her cruel aunt.

Susan walked up nearer towards his lofty frame. Ken stood up and turned his head around and noticed her standing closely behind him watching. “Get back into bed, young lady!”

“This is silly Dr. Cummings! I don’t need for you to give me these enemas! I’m more than capable of giving them to myself ! I give myself enemas at home all the time!” She spoke insistently!

“You’re going to do no such thing! Judging from your heavy eyelids you’re still feeling the influence of that shot you got earlier! Get back into bed, NOW!” He ordered.

There was hot steam coming from the sink and Susan became alarmed. Getting on tip toe and stretching her neck over his tall stance she tried looking over his immense shoulder, “You’re making it too hot, Dr. Cummings!” She also noticed he put in two packets of castile soap in the enema container. “You’re also making it too strong!” She exclaimed nervously.

He turned around angrily and was amazed to see that she had not done what he had asked! “I’m neither making it TOO hot nor TOO strong, Susan!” He was beginning to lose his patience. Frowning down towards her face he said disagreeably, “Are you going to get back into bed or do I have to stop here what I’m doing and bodily put you into bed myself!” She retreated back to the doorway and stopped to turn her head in the direction towards the far end of the exam room. He looked over his shoulder to notice that she was staring at the screen at the end of the room where her clothes were behind. “If your thinking of another ‘quick get away’ Susan, you can just forget it!” He said forcibly.

She promptly turn around and willfully exclaimed, “Dr. Cummings please! This is ludicrous! I’m a nurse! I know how to give enemas!” He wouldn’t stop what he was doing and turn around. “Allow me to give them to myself!” She pleaded. He still didn’t answer her. “DOCTOR Cummings, I DON’T WANT YOU TO GIVE ME THESE ENEMAS,” she shouted! She was acrimoniously frustrated now! He wasn’t even putting forth effort to listen to her! She angrily thought to herself, how dare he display such a detached attitude towards me with no regard to my feelings!

Ken didn’t appreciated being shouted at by a patient. Nor did he liked being told what to do, by one! He finally turned quickly around! “Susan do you remember what happen to you a while ago when you got out of control? If you prove to be difficult again, you’ll give me no other choice but to administer another shot on that cute rear end of yours! If you haven’t noticed it already, I’m a lot bigger and a lot stronger than you! I could have you over my knee in a matter of seconds!” He waited for her to respond. “What’s it going to be, Susan?”

She raised her dimpled chin and pouted her lips. “You wouldn’t dare!” She said obstinately!

“Try me!”

She knew what fear was when she looked into his angry eyes. He was dead serious and she knew it. In spite of her dread she wasn’t about to give up without some opposition. She slowly turned around to returned to the bed. He was right behind her. From behind her she could feel his eyes boring into her back. She was making an ineffective attempt to keep the hospital gown closed as she walked. He took pleasure from looking at her delightful little hips and small buns sway from side to side as they peaked through the back slit of the gown. He smiled at her modesty and couldn’t understand for the love of him why she was still shy since he had given her a deep probing digital rectal exam just an hour ago. As he hung the brimming enema can of hot soapy liquid up on the IV pole he said, “That’ fine. There’s nothing I like better than a cooperative and obedient patient.”

Susan quickly turned her head and gave him a scowl as she plopped on the edge of the bed. “Save the nasty looks for later, Susan, OK? We have business to attend to, you and I.” He paused a few moments so that she could absorb her plight while he put a large protective pad on the very end of the narrow bed. Similar to a staff sergeant he then began to issue abrupt orders in his husky voice! He patted the mattress. “OK, let’s start with you on your right side. Keep your right leg straight with your left knee flexed high towards your chest.” Susan sat on the edge of the bed hugging one knee to her chest staring straight ahead out the window. She refused to move.

Ken let out an annoyed, frustrated breath! “ Susan, I’m tired and I don’t want to do this anymore!” He waited. “ Besides, you’re a patient and patients act accordingly!” He wasn’t getting through to her! “I’m not going to ask you again!” Still she wouldn’t move. “OK, I guess my spoiled and pretty little patient wants to do this the hard way?” He was becoming very agitated with her contentious attitude. I’m just going to have to get tough with her, he thought to himself. His burly form walked over to the medical cabinet to retrieve another injection. This time he chose an intimidating large hypodermic needle. He had hope to only scare her with it.

She turned her head to give him a look of horror! “ Doctor Cummings, please don’t use that on me!” She exclaimed with anxiety.

“It’s very simple Susan. Just do as I ask, and I won’t have to use this,” he lifted the large syringe, “on you.” He said almost calmly.

Indubitably, his coercive tactic worked because Susan immediately went into position as he had requested. “Terrific, I knew you’d see it my way.” He said with a smile as he moved towards the bed. He was behind her as she lay on her side.

Hugging the pillow for moral support while the back of her long slender legs and curvy bottom were facing him she said cowardly, “I’ve never been given an enema by a man before! Enemas have always been given to me by a woman!” During the period in which she spoke, Ken had placed his hand on her left knee and gently moved it towards her chest and by the time she had finished speaking he had already opened her gown in the back exposing her buttock crack.

He began to laugh. “Is that all! Well you’re in for a pleasant surprise! A man gives a better internal cleansing than a woman!” He replied egotistically. She heard the infamous rubber gloves snap on while he spoke. He studied the back of her carefully. “ Susan, do you still feel shy with me, even after the rectal exam I gave you a while ago?” She heard a jar being opened and the smell of petroleum jelly. Susan didn’t respond instead she began to bite the tip of her thumb. “Sue, answer me. Are you still bashful for me to see you naked?” He was preparing to lubricate her cute ass hole.

“No, I told you before I’m not shy!” She answered aggressively .

He could tell that she wasn’t about to admit it. “Fine, I’m glad to hear it! So, if it’s OK with me Lady, who claims she isn’t shy, we’ll go ahead and inject this nice warm enema solution up and into her little fanny before it gets too cold!”

Suddenly Susan scrambled off the right side of the bed. “WHAT IS IT NOW?” He yelled impatiently.

“I need to go to the bathroom!” She said with a sullen expression on her face.

He let out a pent-up breath. “Fine, do what you have to do and come back here!”

While she was in the bathroom she knew by experience how he was going to proceed with these enemas. By having her lay at the end of the narrow bed he could have her go into four different positions. This would enable him to move the IV pole and can with the enema tube leading up into her backside on all three sides of the bed. The different positions would also allow the hot, soapy liquid to be distributed evenly and thoroughly throughout her intestines. Two of the positions that she would be asked to go into, were on her back and into a knee-chest position. Sr. Katherine had done the same at her home the previous month. All her private parts would be exposed! She didn’t mind with Sister because she was another woman. Still and all it was an entirely different feeling with a male! With him it would be humiliating! She considered receiving an enema a very intrinsic procedure that called for intimate contact from another person. My God, she thought, I only just met this man for the first time a little over three hours ago! What really amazed her was that Dr. Cummings was oblivious to that fact!

After taking a very long time she finally emerged from the bathroom. “Susan, are you all right? Did you try just now to have a bowel movement or did you just void water?”

Still standing a few yards away from him looking sheepish, she answered with a quivering bottom lip, “I…I just voided water.” She was about to speak again…..

He thought to himself, she took an awfully long time just to urinate. Why the little chipmunk, she’s trying to delay the inevitable! He was sure of it! Well, he said to himself, I’m not about to let her get away with it!

She thought she’d make one final attempt. With a great deal of uneasiness she asked, “Dr. Cummings, for the last time, please allow me to give these enemas to myself?”

“And for the last time Susan would you PLEASE get back onto this bed!” His anger was slowly building!

Once again, Susan climbed up slowly onto the bed and turned onto her right side. Before doing so she noticed that the enema tube had a regular rectal nozzle at the end of it. She abruptly turned her body and swiftly said, “ Sister used an inflatable nozzle on me!” He didn’t answer her quickly enough. “Dr. Cummings, PLEASE, I don’t want to have an accident in front of you!” She raised her voice excitably.

“All right Susan.” In attempt to stay calm he rigidly forced himself to speak softly. “That’s perfectly understandable. I’ll go and change the nozzle right now. Stay put. I want to see you in this bed when I return. Do you hear me?” He waited for a response. “SUSAN!”

“YES, I HEAR YOU!” She yelled back.

He was thinking that perhaps he should call Sr. Kate back downstairs from maternity. No, he said to himself. He was determined that this girl had to learn to obey him if she wanted him to eventually help her get better.

When he returned, Susan was sitting up on the edge of the bed hugging her raised knees. She was resting her dimpled chin on the top of her knee caps pouting.

He ignored her demeanor and commanded. “OK, young lady, back into position again, PRONTO!”

Still at end of the bed she slowly turned over on her right side. He once again folded open the hospital gown to expose her sweet crevice. He was just about to make another attempt to lubricate her anus when she again quickly turned and exclaimed. “The enema can is TOO high!”

“NO, the enema can is NOT too high!” His deep almost calm voice was embarking on an almost hostile tone.

Once more, she felt warm lubricated fingers coming closer to her anal opening! For a second time she turned her body to cease him from proceeding. “If the enema can is too high, Dr. Cummings, the solution will go into me too fast and I will get terrible cramps!” She said with great apprehension.

“SUSAN,” he said tensely, “I am fully aware of that ! The enema can is at the exact, required height!” He was beginning to feel provoked into doing something to her that he knew he would only regret later.

Once again another attempt was made to lubricate her anal cavity. Dr. Cummings got as far as lifting her firm buttock cheek wide open when she turned over a third time to interrupt him. “Dr. Cummings, YOU will STOP the enema flow when I begin to cramp and give me time to recover? WON’T YOU?”

“Yes, Susan I will do that little thing.” He said in a monotone voice through clenched teeth. His blood was beginning to boil!

His lubricated fingers were no longer gentle but rigid and tense. This time, she felt her buttock cheek being roughly lifted in a yanking motion with strained fingers. Cool air hit her quivering anal hole. She quickly turned again! She didn’t know it but this next interruption was to be her last. “You won’t force the entire contents into me all at once? You will let me go the bathroom when the strong need becomes urgent?” She asked in a frenzy!

THAT DID IT! Ken was furious with her now! “THAT’S IT SUSAN! I’ve HAD IT with YOU!” He forcibly pushed her over onto her stomach! He then backed away from the bed to removed his gloves almost savagely. Than with the agility and gracefulness of a ballet dancer he grabbed both her slim ankles with his strong hands and pulled her long shapely legs roughly along with the rest of her body and dragged them towards the side and over the edge of the bed. Next, as he sat sideways on the bed, his large beefy hands tightly griped her around her narrow waist. He lifted her up and slung her small rounded bottom over his large hard muscular thighs. Manipulating her fragile body like this was effortless. It was like playing with a soft, pliable, light weight doll. Talking to the back of her torso he angrily spoke, “You have been asking for this Susan from the moment you waltzed into my office!”

His Herculean type brute force was devastatingly frightening to her! She was undeniably overpowered and totally defenseless! She realized that she had brought him over the edge and now she was beginning to regret it !

He roughly opened her hospital gown to exposed her rounded buttocks. She could feel the cool air on her naked bottom and knew fearfully what was going to happen next. Lifting herself up and stretching her neck over her right shoulder she screamed in a terrified voice, “DR. Cummings , DON’T YOU DARE STRIKE ME!”

Ken noticed that she didn’t make an effort to say she was sorry for her unmanageable behavior! That outraged him even more!

“Sorry, Susan ,but you should of thought of that before you decided to act like a spoiled pre-Madonna!” With all her might she struggled to use her small hands and arms to help herself crawl up towards the head of the bed away from HIM and off the top of his hard thighs! She had almost succeeded!

“OH, NO you don’t! I’m NOT about to let you to get away from me, young lady!” Without exerting himself, he easily leaned over and firmly clutched her around her tiny waist with both hands and yanked her towards him over his sturdy lap again! (Now, she knew how that poor girl felt in that old movie with the gigantic gorilla!) By this time her hospital gown had completely opened up and had gathered up and bunched up under her chest. As a result, the entire back of her feminine body was visibly stark-naked!

Ken never thought for one moment that when he became a doctor his wrestling skills from his college years would come in handy dealing with a patient. They were proving once again today to be invaluable. To restrain her he used a scissors lock maneuver. He took his long muscular right leg and pinned it down over both her slender legs by pressing them between his left limb that rested against the side of the bed. That left him the freedom of his left hand to wrap it around her narrow waist securing it tightly while his right hand could wallop the daylights out her behind. His incredible strength prevented her from being able to move or even kick her legs.

She mustered all the intensity she had to try to slide her legs up and out between his two limbs! It was no use! Her long feminine legs were wedged tightly like a vise between his robust masculine ones. She could feel the powerful pressure of his left arm and hand clamping her upper back down against the mattress. She was mercilessly rendered helpless! She was terrified now! She knew from what she was now experiencing and scrutinizing his virile body this entire afternoon what barbarous strength he was capable of!

“DR. CUMMINGS, DON’T, PLEASE DON’T! I TOLD YOU I WOULD REPORT YOU TO YOUR SUPERIORS IF YOU LAID A HAND ON ME! I WILL GO TO FR. RYAN AND FR. FITSPATRICK! Sr. Theresa and I will be in both their offices on Monday morning!”

That’s telling him! He won’t dare spank me now, she hopefully thought! With that threat she expected him to let go of her at any given moment. She waited and when it didn’t happened she panicked!

Again he thought, she has made no effort what so ever to say she’s sorry! All she can think of is to yell out a threat to me! It made him furiously angry! With rancorous zeal in his deep husky voice he replied, “Sorry again Susan, your little ace in hole isn’t going to work!” He was holding her slightly squirmy resisting form down with his powerful strong hands while his head was turned towards the direction of her small back and head. “ It’s no skin off my nose because I’m not even Catholic! I couldn’t care less if you go to the Arch Bishop! You could go to the Pope himself for all I care! I don’t give a damn what the hell you do! Which reminds me, Sr. Theresa had one good suggestion! I’m going to follow her advise!” With that declaration, his right authoritative, forceful hand came down intensely hard on Susan’s small rounded buttock cheeks. There came a reverberating SMACK against her nude pink flesh! Her dimpled bottom began to welt almost immediately! “OU,OU, she shrieked! She remembered bitterly that she had gotten a beating worse than this from her Aunt Lucy when she was a teenager.

She fought again unsuccessfully to pull her shapely limbs out from between his legs. When she knew that was hopeless she than took both her arms and reached behind her back and tried to cover her exposed fanny with her dainty hands! “That won’t do you any good, SUSAN!” Ken grabbed both her slender wrists with his left wide hand! He tightly clutched them down hard against her lower dimpled back away from her bruised backside!

She screeched! “YOU LOUSEY BASTARD! YOU’RE HURTING ME!”

His strong body was slightly jostling on the bed along with her barely wiggling impressive hips. “Well Susan, a good hard spanking isn’t meant to feel good! Now is it? What do they usually say? MM. let me see?” He pretended to ponder a moment. “This hurts me more than it hurts you?”

“GO TO HELL!” She bellowed!

He was furious with her! Never before had he ever felt so provoked into striking a woman!

“Susan, it’s getting a little tiresome hearing you talk back to me! You’ve been doing it since I met you. At first, I thought it was charming. At the moment it’s lost some of it’s charm!” He was mad as HELL! “This is what happens to young ladies who talk back to their doctors!” His powerful hand came crashing down a second time to land incredibly hard on her small dimpled behind! With this irrefutable blow came an even louder SLAP and crueler whack on her naked behind! The soft pulpy part of her curvy bottom turned a brighter shade of red. Susan felt like the wind had been knocked out of her with that last hard jolt. She was trying to catch her breath! The burning sensation on her rear end was getting worse! “Perhaps, young lady you will think twice next time before you want to waste MY time and procrastinate!”

Again his mighty hand came down on Susan’s rear end with a deafening, SMACK! The wall and the bed oscillated with that last swat! Susan indeed felt like her insides vibrated as well! It felt like the reverberation was traveling from her sore bottom all the way to the very top of her head! Without warning or time for her to recover from the previous blow another loud SMACK landed on her painful, burning fanny!

With every new hit Susan could feel an additional welt rising from her bare flesh. She began to sob and her supple slender body began to tremble all over. There were now four huge red very sore abrasions appearing on her rear end. Due to the force of Ken’s hard blows to her bottom, some of the oil that had been injected up into Susan’s rectum earlier began to ooze out inadvertently from her fanny and onto his hand. Seeing the oil on his hand made him grasp the severity of his brutal strength and what it was capable of doing! AT that moment he was beginning to feel a trifle remorseful.

By this time Susan had abandoned the idea of trying to cover her bottom with her hands. All she could do with her hands now was dig them into the covered mattress. “Please, Dr. Cummings NO MORE! PLEASE! Please don’t strike me again!” With her face buried into the mattress she cried muffled sobs. She was no longer struggling on the bed. Suddenly, she lifted her face. She felt an urge to relieve herself.

She begged, “Dr. Cummings, please, I need to use the bathroom!”

He answered her angrily. “Oh no young lady, you’re NOT going to get away with that again!”

Ken detected that perhaps she was beginning to surrender and summit to him. “Do you promise to be a good girl for me and cut out all this bull shit?” He was waiting for her to respond. He wasn’t getting any. “OK, then I guess my pretty patient wants more of the same!” He raised his hand a fifth time and was about to scorch her little fanny again.

Susan could feel his left muscular arm and strong hand squeeze her tightly in an steel band grip around her waist! It was like telling her in a silent way he was about to lambaste her raw bottom again. She lifted her tear stained face and saw the shadow of his raised right hand on the wall. “NO! NO! Please no more! I’LL BE GOOD!”

“You ARE getting these enemas Susan, FROM ME, BY ME, MY WAY whether you like it or not! What's more, you’re getting that proctoscope exam that you need badly! If these antics of yours was a ploy to get out of it, than guess what! It didn’t work!” He exclaimed angrily. “Do you understand?” He got no response.

“Susan, Do you understand? ANSWER ME !”

“YES, I UNDERSTAND!” She cried.

“Do you promise to cooperate?”

“YES! DAMN YOU! I PROMISE!” Her yelling was mixed with hysterical, heart splitting sobbing. She desperately wanted it to be over.

He let go of his strong grip on her small fragile waist and released his long muscular legs on top of her slim ones. She immediately scrambled to the head of the bed as far away from him as she possibly could and went into a cowardly fetal position with both her hands clenched in front of her mouth. Her chignon had become undone which left most of her long wavy brown hair in her eyes. She was shaking uncontrollably and whimpering like a small frightened animal. Her hospital gown had opened exposing her physically abused bottom.

At that moment, it was horribly apparent to Ken that as a result of the severe blows that he had given her backside, that she had soiled herself. She looked pitiable crouching at the head of the bed. Suddenly his heart went out to her. He was disgusted and repulsed, NOT with HER, but with himself! He loathed himself for his uncivilized behavior and what it was capable of doing! He never thought for one moment he could reduce himself to such an all time low of contemptible conduct!

MY GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE! He thought to himself. What in God’s name have I done!