A short time later, Olivia made her way slowly down the stairs. She met Ethan in the hallway, standing beside a bag which he had packed for her. “Feel better?” he asked. Lowering her head, she nodded. Strangely enough she did feel better, the procedure had not been as bad as she had imagined, but it was still too humiliating to talk about it.
Ethan carried her bag out to their waiting limousine. They again got into the rear of the car together but this time he sat beside her in silence, giving her ample time to contemplate her fate. She wished she was across his lap, receiving a soothing rub after a spanking. At least that would give her something to focus on. A long and anxious hour after leaving home, they pulled up outside a whitewashed building. By this time she had worked herself up into quite a nervous state. “I’m scared,” she whimpered.
“I know you are, but I’m with you,” he said. Taking her hand, Ethan led her up to the door of the clinic, carrying her bag in his other hand. He guided her through the narrow doorway, where they were immediately met by a beautiful young woman. “Good morning, General Judd. Good morning, Mrs. Judd,” she greeted them. “I’m Dr. Davies. I’ll be involved in your training.” Olivia’s mouth fell open and she shook her head in denial. The young woman was no older than herself, with her shoulder-length blonde hair worn in a neat bob. “Angela and Brandon from ‘triple D’ are with Dr. Eisenberg. He’s giving them a quick interview and briefing them on the procedures.” Olivia had no desire to see them but she wished she was a fly on the wall wherever they were. At least then she would have some idea of what to expect.
“This is so exciting for me,” Dr. Davies said. “I’ve worked at various punishment clinics throughout England and Wales but this is the first centre of its kind. I’m thrilled to be part of the pilot programme.” Olivia did not share her enthusiasm but decided to keep her thoughts to herself, instead gripping Ethan’s hand tightly.
“Let’s deal with the paperwork first,” Dr. Davies said, leading them through to an office. She invited Ethan to sit opposite her, but there was no chair for Olivia. She stood obediently to his side, watching over his shoulder as he signed his approval for various stages of the process. Her eyes widened as she tried to read the document and caught sight of terms like ‘thorough examination,’ ‘pubic hair removal,’ ‘clitoral stimulation,’ ‘anal training,’ ‘breast and nipple punishment,’ ‘forced orgasm,’ and ‘display of sexual arousal.’ Numerous questions flew around inside her head, but she could not seem to find her voice to speak out. Her questions probably would not be appreciated anyway.
After the forms were completed, Dr. Davies filed them away before leading Ethan into an examination room. Olivia trailed behind them. She wondered if they would even notice if she wandered off, but she knew such an action would be foolish and fruitless. They would only become angry if they had to search for her. Also, she was certain that if she managed to escape she would have nowhere to hide. Her family and friends had abandoned her in court. She had no reason to believe they would come to her aid now.
“Ah, there you are,” Dr. Davies said, crossing the room to a man in a white coat. He was older, probably late fifties, Olivia estimated by the wrinkles on his brow and under his eyes, but he was surprisingly muscular with a crop of messy jet black hair. Olivia squinted to see if he was going grey at the edges, but she couldn’t see a single white hair. He must dye it, she thought, smiling when he stepped forward to introduce himself.
“Good morning, I’m Dr. Eisenberg. I’ve heard a lot about you,” he said, reaching out to shake Olivia’s hand. She nodded but did not speak, gazing into his deep brown eyes, almost mesmerised. He was very handsome, his wrinkles seeming to add a ruggedness to him.
“Olivia, don’t be rude, speak when you’re spoken to,” Ethan scolded, slapping her butt. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Good morning, Dr. Eisenberg,” she stammered, staring at the floor and praying for it to open up and swallow her. When she glanced back up, her cheeks pink, he smiled at her. Looking down, his eyes locked on her small breasts. She breathed a sigh of relief when he turned to her new husband and shook his hand. “I’m very pleased to meet you, General Judd.”
“The feeling’s mutual,” Ethan replied, shaking the doctor’s hand firmly.
“I’m going to leave you to it,” Dr. Davies said to her colleague. “I have some analysis and prep work to do before we get started with her training this afternoon. I’ll see you all later,” she said, turning on her heel and leaving the room.
“Very good. Let’s get down to business,” Dr. Eisenberg said, picking up a clipboard and approaching Olivia. “Your medical records show you recently had a full physical examination. Your husband confirmed this earlier.” She nodded her agreement. “I trust he gave you an enema before you left home this morning?” Biting down on her lip, she nodded, heat rising to her cheeks as he made eye contact with her.
“How did it feel? Was it very big? Was it humiliating?” Olivia winced at the high-pitched voice. She turned to see Angela teetering toward her in a short white dress with white high heels. Her clothing was almost as white as her dazzling teeth. “Come on, tell me all the details,” the reporter said, smirking as she ushered her husband into the room.
“For goodness’ sake,” Dr. Eisenberg shouted, stepping between the two women. “I’ve told you that you can speak to me or Dr. Davies between procedures. You may also speak to General Judd and his wife, if he is agreeable.” Olivia frowned, noticing it was only her husband’s consent that was required, not her own. “You can film anywhere you want. But I’ve already warned you more than once that you cannot interfere, unless invited. If you continue I will have to ask you both to leave. I’m sure your employers will not be pleased if you lose the rights to this exclusive footage.” Stepping back, Angela apologised, glaring at a grinning Olivia. It was amusing to see the abrasive woman brought down a peg or two by the doctor. Olivia was surprised to see that Angela’s husband looked equally delighted by his wife’s scolding.
“I won’t ask you any such intrusive questions about your enema,” the doctor said to Olivia, his angry glare still fixed on Angela. “Apart from the obvious question, did it work?” Swallowing nervously, Olivia nodded. “Very good. I don’t want to waste time with such things. We have plenty to keep us occupied,” he said. “The examination I’m going to conduct now will simply provide the information needed to plan your training. Now, I’d like you to remove your shoes and socks, then your shirt.” Squatting down, Olivia slipped her shoes off before tugging off her socks and standing up. She hesitated, her cheeks colouring slightly, before unbuttoning her shirt. Slowly obeying the order she glanced at Ethan, who smiled his encouragement as she dropped the garment to the floor.
“Very good,” the doctor said, approaching her and writing on his clipboard. “Your hesitation earned you one mark.” Olivia frowned, but no further explanation was offered. “Now, remove your pants.”
Without delay, Olivia grasped the waistband of her trousers, unfastened the button, and lowered the zipper before easing them down her legs and stepping out of them. She placed the garment on top of her other clothing, her cheeks reddening as she caught sight of Brandon filming her. “Get closer,” his wife bossily ordered, pushing him forward.
“Right, I want you to stand in the centre of the room,” the doctor said, pointing to the floor. Olivia moved quickly toward him. “Stand still, hands on your head. Your husband’s going to finish undressing you. I expect you to move only to assist him in the removal of your clothing. No other reason. Understand?” Nodding her agreement, she placed her hands on her head and closed her eyes.
She took slow, deep breaths as his fingers deftly unhooked her bra. “Look at me,” he said. Opening her eyes, she swallowed anxiously as he slowly lifted the bra cups, uncovering her breasts to his eyes for the first time. “Oh, beautiful,” he muttered, as his gaze cast downward. Lowering her hands, she allowed him to slip the straps over her arms and remove the garment completely.
“Look, her nipples are hard,” the doctor pointed out. From the corner of her eye Olivia could see Angela pushing Brandon, urging him to move closer, which he hesitantly did. Glancing back at her husband, Olivia was surprised when he grinned, reached out with both hands, and tweaked her nipples.
“Ouch,” she grumbled.
“And look at that, her panties are wet,” the doctor told Ethan. “Oh, what a dirty little girl,” he scolded. Her cheeks burning bright red, Olivia lowered her hands, placing them over her damp crotch. “And that’s another mark,” the doctor said, tutting loudly as he wrote on his chart. “You won’t be able to hide anything during your stay at the clinic,” he added, “so I suggest you stop being so silly. Now, General, if you wouldn’t mind taking her panties down, we can continue.”
Olivia followed him with her eyes as he crouched down and grasped the sides of her underwear, slowly lowering the panties down her thighs. Deeply ashamed of her growing arousal, she again reached down to cover her pussy with her hands. The doctor shook his head, tutting once more. “That’s two marks this time. You’ve been told once not to do that. I don’t expect to have to repeat myself,” he said, his voice sharp. “Go and stand over there, hands flat on the table. Push your bottom out,” he ordered, pointing to a table. Olivia shuffled toward it, her hands hanging limply at her sides. She was trying so hard to be obedient, but surely he must realise it was not easy for her.
Pouting, Olivia leaned forward, placing her hands flat on the table as instructed. Gazing down at her splayed fingers, she tried to block out all the others in the room. She could hear the reporter muttering away at her husband, telling him what to record and how to do it.
Dr. Eisenberg stepped in front of Olivia. Holding up his hand and maintaining eye contact with her, he stretched a latex glove onto his hand, allowing it to snap it into place. Olivia winced, closing her eyes as he walked to her rear. Her heart raced and she was ashamed that the action had aroused her. “Spread those legs wider apart,” he said, slapping her ass when she was slow to comply. “And be quick about it,” he added, putting his hand between her legs and running a finger along her pussy. “Well, there’s certainly no need for lubrication. You’ve got more than enough of your own.” Mortified at her arousal, Olivia whimpered as the doctor pushed a finger into her pussy, immediately adding a second finger. “I think she’s actually enjoying this,” he said. Ethan stepped closer to get a better look. Olivia glanced up at him, wishing he would intervene and take her away. She didn’t want the doctor’s fingers in her, she wanted her new husband’s cock there. The thought caught her unawares and she clamped her pussy around the doctor’s probing fingers.
“She’s got quite some grip down here,” the doctor noted. “She isn’t a virgin, but train her well and she’ll certainly keep you satisfied in bed.” Olivia’s cheeks burned.
“Let’s see what she’s like back here,” the doctor said. Slipping his fingers out of her pussy, he pressed one against her anus. He found little resistance, probing her rear entrance with his thick middle finger. “She certainly seems very receptive. With enough anal training—and I don’t really think it will take much at all in this instance—you’ll be able to take her however you want. Maybe even threesomes,” he suggested. Removing his finger from her anus, he poked his thumb into her pussy, before sliding the lubricated digit into her anus. His fingers rested against her pussy. Olivia turned her head, looking up at Ethan. “Don’t look so worried,” he said, stroking her hair. “I won’t be sharing you once we’re home. You’re all mine.”
“That’s all very nice,” the doctor said, working his thumb in and out of her anus whilst two fingers moved inside her pussy. “But your exclusivity to your partner will not begin until you leave here.” Olivia frowned and looked up at Ethan but he offered no reassurance this time, instead giving her a sympathetic smile. “Be a good girl,” he urged. Sighing deeply, she shook her head and looked down at her hands.
“Oh, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” the doctor said, finger-fucking her anus and pussy hard. Olivia groaned, parting her legs further, pushing up onto her tiptoes as his fingers stretched her anus and pussy. “Bad girl,” he scolded, giving her ass a slap with his other hand. Her arousal increased, and she bucked against his fingers. She was distraught when he slowed down, removing his fingers from her holes before she was able to come. Letting out a frustrated grunt, she stamped her feet.
“Temper, temper. You’re not permitted to come just yet,” Dr. Eisenberg said. “Now let’s deal with those four marks you earned.” Scowling, Olivia turned her face toward the doctor, who had moved to one side.
“General, I want you to stand in front of her and pinch her nipples, just hard enough to hurt,” he said. Olivia pouted, staring down at her breasts as Ethan took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed. Her eyes widened and she looked at the doctor pleadingly. “Owww,” she mumbled, as the pain became too much. She gripped tightly on the edges of the table between them, desperate not to rise from her position and incur the doctor’s wrath.
“Very good, you can let go,” Dr. Eisenberg said, moving around to her rear. “That takes care of two marks. Now let’s deal with the other two.” His fingers plunged into her pussy. He once more finger-fucked her hard, rubbing her clit and pinching the hard nub. Throwing her head back, she groaned as she approached orgasm. She really hoped he was not going to stop again. She was aware of Brandon moving closer with his camera, his wife alongside him nagging and issuing orders, but Olivia no longer cared. “Please,” she yelled, pushing back against the doctor’s hand. “Don’t stop. Please.”
“Pinch her nipples again, harder this time,” instructed Dr. Eisenberg. Ethan’s fingers clamped on her nipples, squeezing tight. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she arched her back as three fingers pushed into her pussy. Suddenly two fingers of the doctor’s other hand entered her anus. Olivia let out a long wail, her body bucking as an orgasm flooded through her. It seemed to go on forever, to the point where tears welled in her eyes. Slumping toward the table, she was relieved when the doctor and Ethan’s hands stopped touching her. She remained on the table for a minute or so, panting breathlessly as her body spasmodically twitched.
“Time for the next phase,” the doctor said, giving her ass a stinging slap. “Follow me,” he ordered. On wobbly legs, supported by her husband who put an arm around her waist, Olivia moved slowly out of the examination room. She was still completely naked, but her main concern was getting to the next room without her legs buckling beneath her.
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