Strictland Academy by Breanna Hayse, Carolyn Faulkner Page B

place,
either."
    "Are
you saying you are a virgin?"
    "Yes,
sir.   Dr. Wells."
    "I
am certain she is lying," Dr. Krouse snorted.   "Look at that quim!   How stretched, and ..."
    "You
violated her during her examination, thinking she was deflowered.   This also looks like someone might have
recently had their way with her as well.   Who was it, April?"
    "No
one, Dr. Wells," April sniffled, fearful of both the truth and further
humiliation.
    "Are
you sure?"   His question was
firm, no nonsense.   "These new
little tears did not come from the exam, and the region is quite swollen."
    "I'm
sure, Dr. Wells." April whispered.   She squeezed her eyes shut while he gently probed her pussy.
    “ I
don't believe you are telling me the truth, April.   We will discuss this later.   In the meantime, I do believe that very
little has ever entered here.   There
is no evidence of stretching or scars."
    Dr.
Krouse nodded.   "In that case,
what do you think is the best thing to use on her?   Keep in mind that she is not to be
coddled in any way.   I am sure that
the dear attendant prefers we use something that's going to make the entire
process even more unpleasant, in order to remind her of her behavior."
    "I
didn't do anything!" April wailed.   "Damn it, Dr. Wells!   They wouldn't let me fuckin' pee!"
    “ What
a temper! And that language!   For
that act of rebellion, young lady, you're going to receive a paddling while you're getting your enema, ” Dr. Krouse clucked.
    "Really,
April, how can you expect me to help you when you break the most basic
rules?   We are both subject to
policy here, child, like it or not," Dr. Wells sadly asked.
    "I'm
sorry!   I'm just scared, and
everyone keeps hurting me!   Please
..."
    “ Believe
it or not, this is the kindest thing I can do for you in your present
situation.   Think about it ... never
having to worry about breaking another bathroom rule.   What can I do to assist you,
Doctor?" Dr. Wells asked, with a shake of his head.
    “ Assist
me?   How about I allow you to
administer the solution, while I attend to this naughty little
bottom?"   As he spoke, the old
man lifted a bar up from the side of the table and adjusted its height, then
proceeded to hang a large red bag full of soapy solution upon the hook.   He checked the tubing, running a bit of
the contents out the end of the nozzle-less hose and into a nearby emesis
basin, emptying the tubing of air pockets.   He clamped it off near the tip and gestured to the tray that contained a
variety of nozzles, plugs, and clamps.   “ What
do you think of this one, Doctor?   It looks like it would be a challenge for her," Dr.   Krouse announced.   "Especially if she's as untried as
I think she is back there.   She
certainly won't be able to remove it since it is designed for retention."
    "It
is a bit large and bulbous, but I think she can take it without any problems,
if she cooperates.   April, this will
go much easier on you if you try to relax.   You have already earned yourself a little paddling, with which I will
not intervene.   Can you please try
to behave?"
    "I'll
try, Dr. Wells.   I'm just
scared."
    "There
is nothing to be afraid of, you foolish chit," Dr. Krouse grumbled.   "You will feel a lot of pressure
and stretching, and your stomach will cramp a little.   It is nothing like what my paddle is
going to feel like on your bottom."
    "I
would think your hand would be more appropriate," Dr. Wells quickly
suggested.   "Flesh to flesh
would add to the humiliation, and you said that humiliation is part of the
learning process, right?"
    "Hmmm,
yes.   I really didn't think you had
it in you, Wells, but you are starting to change my opinion about you."
    April
whimpered as she felt a large, cold dollop of lubricant placed over her
anus.   She clenched her muscles as
Dr. Wells began to gently massage the greasy substance into her bottom-hole,
passing the tight opening with his gloved finger.   She yelped and he