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Amy’s Strict Doctor by Natasha Knight – Extended Preview


Cade went home early to prepare the office there. One of the reasons they had chosen this house was because of the medical office already built as an attachment to the house. It had an entrance from both inside the house and a separate one for patients to use from outside. He hoped one day to be able to start his own practice from home. That time wasn’t coming anytime soon, but he’d be ready when it did.

In the examining room, he adjusted the table to Amy’s height and set up some equipment on the tray nearby. He prepared a gown for her to wear, one that would likely make her feel even more naked to wear it than if she were fully naked. He made some notes, deciding what he was going to do and, after checking his watch, he left to pick her up. Amy normally drove herself to work, but with their appointment this morning, it had been more convenient to just drop her off.

But when he got to the shop, he found the doors already locked and two customers walking away after trying the door. He double-checked his watch, wondering if he was late. No, he wasn’t. The shop should have been open for another half hour but the lights were out and the sign read closed. He fished his phone out of his pocket to dial her as he walked back to his car but just as he hit ‘call,’ he looked up to find Amy and her sister walking back toward the shop from the bar across the street, both of them giggling. Cade ended the call, pushed the phone back into his pocket, and leaned against the car, folding his arms across his chest. He waited for them, noticing how they ran across at the red light rather than waiting for the green, earning themselves a screaming horn as a car slammed on his brakes just before they made it to the curb.

Cade forced in a breath, his mouth tightening into a thin line. He watched as the two girls giggled and ran toward the shop. He then watched as his wife’s face changed when she caught sight of him waiting there.

“Hey, honey,” he said, still leaning against the car.

“Cade,” she said, her eyes wide, one hand reaching for her butt instinctively.

“Close early?” he asked.

Robin laughed. “Are you checking up on us?” she asked.

“I came to pick up my wife, and see my sister-in-law,” he said. He looked at his watch. “How are you, Robin?” He liked Amy’s sister, she was friendly and, like Amy, sweet. It’s just neither Robin nor Amy had ever been held accountable for their actions, had never been taken to task.

“I’m all right,” she said. “Hey, don’t get mad at Amy. It was my idea to close early and have a drink. We had a lot to talk about. And before you ask, we only had one. One!” She laughed.

He smiled. “You all right to get yourself home or do you need a ride?” he asked, coming closer, close enough to smell her breath and make sure she wasn’t drunk.

“I had exactly one beer and I’m meeting a friend for dinner in twenty minutes right over there,” she said, pointing to the Mexican place a few shops down.

“All right. Have a good dinner then,” he said. “Call a cab if you need a ride later.”

“Yes, sir!” she said, saluting. She turned to hug Amy. “Have fun! Maybe you’ll even get a spanking out of it!” he heard her tease.

Amy’s face was bright red when her sister walked away and she looked at Cade.

“Why did she make that comment?” he asked.

Amy exhaled and shook her head. “Because she’s Robin and she’s crazy. And,” she said, walking toward him to give him a kiss, “she thinks you must be kinky.”

He raised an eyebrow. “If only she knew,” he said, reaching down to kiss her on her forehead. “How many did you have?” he asked, his tone more stern.

“One…” she glanced away. “Two beers.”

“Lying?” he asked, shaking his head in disappointment.

She opened her mouth to speak but closed it again, exhaling, deflated. “We just closed a few minutes early.”

“Half an hour early at least,” he said. “You think it was ok to do? To close your parents’ shop early to go to a bar? And what about the running across the street when you didn’t have the right of way?”

She bit her lip and exhaled. It took her a minute before she turned to look up at him, her eyes wide, her expression expectant. “No, sir,” she said.

He nodded. “In the car, Amy.”

She looked like she wanted to ask a question, was about to, but stopped. Instead, she followed him as he opened the passenger side door and she climbed inside silently, remaining quiet for the whole ride until they pulled into the garage. There, he killed the engine and turned to her. She sat waiting as if knowing her fate.

“You had a doctor’s appointment tonight, but instead of that, I think you’ll be spending some time in the corner and then over my knee. First there was the lie. That I will absolutely not tolerate. Closing up your parents’ shop early and going to the bar was irresponsible and trying to outrun a car was, quite frankly, stupid.” He had more to say because all along the ride home, he’d been thinking about what she’d done and had grown more angry about it, but he shut his mouth and took a breath instead. “I want you to go into my office, into the examining room, take off all your clothes but for your panties, just like you did the other day, and find a corner to stand in, nose touching the wall, this time with your hands clasped at the back of your head. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

He nodded. “Go ahead. You have exactly ten minutes to be in position.”

* * *

Yes, sir.

Amy’s heart pounded as she said those two words. She stared up at her husband, at this man whom she had known for little over a year, whom she loved and trusted absolutely, and the expression in his eyes, the disappointment there, the slight shaking of his head, just made her want to cry. He was right about everything. Closing up early wasn’t ok, especially if the reason for it was to go get a drink. And then when they’d run across the street with the intent of annoying the driver in the approaching car, that was just stupid. At least he didn’t know what their intention had been when they’d done it. She hoped not anyway.

Cade raised an eyebrow and she lowered her gaze to the floor before turning to go. With heavy legs and a nervous stomach, she walked toward the door that led to the attached office. They were going to play doctor tonight. But instead, she’d screwed up and she was going to be punished. She switched on the light to the waiting room and wiped away a tear, disappointed in herself.

Making her way through to the examining room, she opened the door and switched on the light there. It was bright but there was no avoiding that. At least in the bedroom, when she’d been naked and standing in the corner, the light was softer, more forgiving. Although at 5′5″ and 115 pounds, she wasn’t at all heavy, but she had an ample bottom. A gift from her mother’s side. She and Robin both had it, small breasts, a tiny waist but nicely rounded hips. Cade always said he loved it, loved the look of her ass. Although she never quite believed him, it didn’t bother her until now, when he’d come in to find her in the corner, awaiting chastisement, her bare bottom on display to the room.

So why, knowing she was to be punished, was her clit suddenly throbbing?

She glanced up at the clock. She’d wasted three minutes already. Moving to stand behind the privacy screen, not sure why she did that at all, she stripped off her clothes, taking her time with her sweater and skirt, removing her bra, and stepping out of her shoes. She had worn pretty coral lacy boy-shorts for panties today. At least they covered more of her bottom than a thong would but really, it didn’t matter either way. They would only serve to accentuate her bottom when they were lowered to the tops of her thighs as they soon would be.

As she walked to the far corner, wishing there was one in the shadows, she remembered how when he’d last spanked her, he’d asked her to lower her panties herself once she had been in position. She wondered if he’d do the same tonight. The idea of it, of baring herself for punishment, of lying prone to take it, titillated her, and as she settled into her corner, she felt the moisture collect on the inside of her panties, felt it smear along her inner thighs as she lowered them slowly to bare her bottom and present it to the yet empty room. The most difficult part of this was when she raised her hands to clasp them at the back of her head.

She looked up at the clock on the wall. Four minutes left. She had four minutes to stand and wait, to fully appreciate the shame of her current circumstances.

But when the door opened and she heard Cade’s footsteps, all the arousal cooled and the only feeling left was embarrassment. Embarrassment at having earned another spanking, embarrassment at standing nearly naked with her nose touching the wall, her hands at the back of her head, and her bare bottom displayed to the room.

“Where is your purse?” Cade asked.

She knew not to turn around, and, with her nose touching the wall, she answered. “It’s behind the privacy screen with my clothes.”

“Is the plug inside it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Is it all right if I get it out of your bag?”

“Yes, sir.” She appreciated that he had asked. He respected her privacy, always, just as she did his.

She heard him walking around, heard him unzip her bag and re-zip it after, she assumed, taking the plug. It was silent for a few moments before she heard the switch of a lamp. She hoped it was the one at his desk rather than over the examining table. She then heard water running, which she found strange.

But she didn’t have long to think on it because next, she heard his footsteps approach her and she tensed, swallowing, her eyes growing wide as they stared at flat white paint, her palms growing sweaty behind her head.

“How does it feel having your bottom on display like this?” he began, pushing her panties down just a little lower before leaning his back against the wall she faced. “Having me walk in to find you standing in the corner with your hands at the back of your head, your bare bottom on display, knowing you’re about to be spanked?”

“Embarrassed,” she managed, her voice sounding small.

“Well, things are about to get a whole lot more embarrassing,” he said, walking back into the room. “Come here, Amy,” he said. “Keep your hands where they are until you’re instructed otherwise and whatever you do, do not drop your panties.”

She turned and walked toward the examining table, shuffling more than walking to keep her panties in place. Standing by the tray, he watched her, keeping his eyes on hers all along, making her feel even more vulnerable and exposed. When she was a few feet from him, she stopped.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked, picking up a bulbous thing with a three and a half inch nozzle.

“No, sir,” she said.

“Hold out your hands.”

She did and he placed the thing on them. It was full, the bulb warm and heavy with what she assumed was the water she had heard running, and she suddenly suspected just what it was and just what he intended to do with it.

“It’s an anal douche,” he said.

She only stared up at him while he allowed her time to absorb his words, a sinking feeling in her belly making her hands tremble.

“You’re going to take it inside you, as well as the plug, and hold it while you spend the next half hour in the corner thinking about your actions and where they’ve landed you. You’ll then be allowed to use the bathroom before I spank your bare bottom.”


He only raised his eyebrow.

“Go ahead and take your panties off and climb up onto the table. You can lie on your back, Amy,” he said, taking the douche from her.

Slowly, she slid her panties down over her thighs and dropped them onto the floor. She stepped out of them and then bent to pick them up, looking at him when she righted herself again. “Where should I put them?”

“On my desk.”

She went to place them on his desk, noticing for the first time the long wooden paddle there. She looked at it for a moment before returning to the table and hoisting herself up to sit. The paper crunched beneath her as she did and she realized he’d prepared it for her as he would any other patient. She lay back on the cushioned seat and waited, unsure what to do with her hands so she clasped them nervously on her lap.

Cade pushed a button to lower the back of the padded table down until she was lying flat. She stared straight up at the ceiling as he fumbled with some of the things on the tray.

“Bend your knees and bring your feet up close to your hips,” he said as he slid a glove onto his right hand. She did as she was told, feeling the tightening of her nipples, her clit, in anticipation of what was to come. Cade took hold of her ankles in one hand and lifted her legs high, causing her to gasp and her eyes to widen as she gripped the armrests. She looked at the table where the douche, an open container of lubricant, and the butt plug lay. She could already see the plug and the nozzle of the douche were slick with the stuff.

“What are you doing?” she asked as he pushed her legs toward her torso, his gaze settling on her very exposed bottom.

He cupped one cheek and squeezed. “I’m going to lubricate your bottom hole first,” he began, dipping his fingers into the jar and scooping out a generous amount of lube. He didn’t look at her as he spoke. Instead, he concentrated on his work and when he brought two fingers to her bottom, all her muscles tightened in reflex.

“Relax and breathe. I’ll talk you through every step,” he said.

She realized then how hard she was gripping the armrests and forced herself to soften her hold as she exhaled.

“Good girl, this will go easier for you if you try to relax.”

“Yes, sir.”

Cade circled her bottom hole with the stuff, smearing it over and over the tight ring with a soft, gentle touch. She found her clit throbbing and felt the heat at her sex, knowing he too was fully aware of her growing arousal as she was sure it was evidenced on her pussy lips.

“You saw the paddle on my desk?” he asked, still rubbing.

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m planning on using it to spank you, Amy,” he said, just meeting her eyes as he continued to circle. “You’ll take your first paddling tonight and I have a feeling you’ll never want to experience it again.”

She swallowed, breathing suddenly becoming difficult.

He pressed lightly against her back entrance, the muscles giving way easily given her state of arousal and the lube on his fingers. He grinned, his eyes still on hers. “If you come, your bottom will pay for it. This is punishment, after all.”

“Yes, sir,” she managed, her eyes rolling back as he pushed his gloved finger all the way into her bottom and pulled it out again, then repeated.

“There,” he said after a while, holding his finger all the way inside her. “Can you squeeze around my finger?” he asked.

No. No, no, no. He wasn’t asking her to do that, was he?


She looked away and nodded.

“Good. Now keep your eyes on me as you do it. Squeeze.”

Her face burned as she did, tightening her muscles around his finger.

“Again. Release and do it again until I tell you to stop.”

She did as he said, wanting at least to look away, knowing it was not allowed.

“Good girl. You’ll just need to tighten your muscles to hold the water in. Now, hug your knees into your chest and don’t let go,” he said, snapping the glove off and retrieving the douche.

She held onto her knees, taking care not to rub against her clit. She was so aroused it wouldn’t take much to take her over the edge. But when he held up the douche, that arousal dampened just a little and the fact that she was being disciplined dawned fully on her.

“This is about three and a half inches that I’ll insert into your bottom. Try to stay relaxed. I’ll let you know before I push the water into you.”

“Ok,” she squeaked, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment at what her husband was about to do.

“I think,” he said, taking hold of her ankles again and pushing her legs down onto her torso altogether. “We’ll keep this handy. When you need a quick reminder of what happens to naughty girls who misbehave, this and a little corner time may be just the thing in a bind.”

She felt the tip of the nozzle at her bottom hole and tightened for a moment before relaxing again. It wasn’t wide, not nearly as wide as the plug she would take, but she felt every centimeter of the thing going inside her until it was fully inserted.

“There. Ready for the flow?” he asked, meeting her eyes, using one finger to push the hair that stuck to her forehead off her face.

“I don’t think so,” she said.

He smiled. “Just stay relaxed. All you’ll have to do to hold the water inside you is to tighten your muscles like you did around my finger.”

She nodded. It was happening and she’d better just get it over with.

“Here we go,” he said, turning his attention back to her bottom as he depressed the bulb, pushing a flow of warm water inside her. “It’s not so much, not yet,” he said as he held firm. “Nothing like a full enema would be.”

No. She wasn’t even going to think about that one. Besides, she had enough to think about as the water filled her, her belly cramping a little, the pressure making her feel full until slowly, he slid the nozzle out of her bottom. He kept one hand on her legs, holding them just as they were and while she watched, he squeezed the bulb of the douche tight and dipped it into the large bowl of water he had on the back tray. That was when she realized she wasn’t quite done yet.

“Cade…” she began when he raised it out and brought his attention and the thing back to her bottom. “You can’t do more. Please.” The pressure had subsided but she could imagine after several of these infusions, it would be impossible to hold.

“You’ll take three in total. Here we go, try to relax.”

She whimpered when he brought the tip to her anus and slowly pressed the nozzle inside. Relax, he’d said. How was she supposed to relax when her husband was filling her bottom with warm water?

“Please don’t,” she tried again as the cramping began when he squeezed the bulb. “Please.”

“Three times, Amy,” he said. “Be a good girl and take your punishment and know that if you ever lie to me again, you’ll be taking a full enema.”

Amy closed her eyes when the second round was done and the sensation of the thin nozzle being pulled out from her bottom held all of her attention as she squeezed her muscles in the hopes of not embarrassing herself further.

“One more,” Cade said, looking at her, calm as can be while she stared back at him wide-eyed. “I’ll give you a minute to get used to it.”

“Please let me go to the bathroom,” she asked, knowing his answer already, knowing that was the point of this particular punishment.

“Are you cramping?”

She nodded. “A little.” It wasn’t unbearable, not yet anyway.

“Last one,” he said, dipping it into the bowl of water to refill the terrible thing while Amy watched, stunned. She had no idea someone could be punished in such a thoroughly humiliating manner and being made to stand in the corner and then spanked was humiliating, not to mention painful enough.

Cade brought the tip to her bottom again. “Look at me, Amy,” he said.

She did, her brow creased as she worried how she’d take any more.

“Remember this the next time you try to deceive me. An enema will be much more uncomfortable.”

She nodded and lowered her lashes, once again tightening as the nozzle crept back up into her bottom. This last one was almost too much to bear, the water flow immediately causing her to cramp so that she covered her belly with her hand.

Cade looked at her and she saw the momentary struggle in his eyes. He let go of her legs and she bent her knees and brought them up to either side of her torso while he brought his hand to cover hers and squeezed, his expression almost sad.

“Almost done, Amy. You can do it,” he said, rubbing circles softly, tenderly, with his hand over hers even as he didn’t stop her punishment.

She nodded, turning her hand palm up so that she held onto his. He squeezed gently, his touch encouraging as she took every last drop until finally it was over and he pulled the thing out of her bottom.

“Why don’t you roll over onto your side, knees tucked to your chest. It will be easier to hold it until I plug you.”

“I’m not sure I can hold it,” she said, rolling over.

“I’m sure you can. Besides, the plug will help you have something else to focus on. Ready for it?”

She nodded, her eyes wide, her arms hugging her knees as she felt him with one hand push her farther over toward her belly before spreading her bottom cheeks.

“It’s nicely lubricated so if you relax just a little, it will be easy,” he said, the soft, flexible silicone tip pressing against her bottom. “That’s it,” he said, “Arch your back and lift your bottom up a little, just like that.”

The plug was thicker than his finger and longer from what she had seen but if it would help her hold the water inside and save her the humiliation of an early release, she’d take it.

“Good girl, you’re doing fine,” he said, keeping her cheeks spread and coaxing the plug inside her. “Almost there, this is the widest part.”

“I can feel that,” she said as she took it, and finally, her muscles closed around the narrower neck of the plug.

“All done,” he said, turning her onto her back. “Let’s get you back to your corner.” He helped her off the table and held on to her as he guided her back. Her steps were slower, her bottom muscles clenched around the plug, nervous to lose the water too soon. “We’ll call this the naughty corner,” he said as he turned her to it. “Nose to the wall.”

She immediately placed her hands at the back of her head just as he’d instructed her to earlier when she’d been sent to the corner.

Sent to the corner. She shook her head.

“What is it?” he asked, turning her to look at him, placing her arms at her back so she clasped opposite elbows.

Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at him. “I feel so… I’m being sent to the corner to wait for my spanking. I feel so embarrassed.”

His smile was soft as he hugged her to him, some of those tears falling at the tender affection in the act.

“It’s just us, Amy, and I want to take care of you and a part of taking care of you is disciplining you when you need it. Do you think you need discipline for your actions today?”

She nodded into his chest but he pulled her back to make her look up at him. “Say it, Amy. Tell me why you require discipline.”

“Our parents trusted Robin and me to take care of the shop and we were just fooling around, acting stupid. The running across the street?” She wiped a tear away. “Honestly, I don’t even know what I was thinking, why I did it. It was just… stupid. Again.”

She paused and he looked at her. “Go on.”

She knew what he was waiting for and a part of her wanted to say it too. It was just hard. “And I need to be disciplined for my behavior,” she whispered. Saying those words out loud embarrassed her to no end, perhaps even more than having her husband punish her bottom hole. “You can’t say you’re not disappointed in me this time, Cade. You can’t. I see it in your eyes.”

He studied her, his expression once again tender and kind, even if that sternness was still there. “I was disappointed in you but I’m proud of how you’ve accepted the consequences and how you’re taking your punishment. I’m proud of you, Amy.”

She smiled through more tears and he pulled her in for another hug. He held her until she pulled back, sniffling, wiping her face. He reached into his pocket and handed her a tissue, taking it back once she was finished with it.

“Come on, let’s get this punishment over with.” He checked his watch as she turned to the corner. “Thirty minutes. Keep your hands behind your back, that’s fine. I have some work to do so I’ll be at my desk if you need anything. Otherwise, you’re not to turn around or speak until I’ve told you your time is up, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

With that, she listened to him walk back to his desk and she focused her attention on the white paint, wondering how she’d be able to spend half an hour without having to release.

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