Epilogue
Six Months Later
Kirsten was waiting for him in the exam room as expected, looking as beautiful as the first time he saw her that fateful day at the CTF.
Though that day’s events had cost him his job, not once had he regretted a single moment of them, nor did he have complaints about his new consulting position at Horizon Banking Group.
All it had taken was calling in a few favors from people—including two pretty far up the food chain—whose own little indiscretions with willing-but-legally-off-limits patients he’d pretended not to see over his years working at the CTF. That had turned “fired” into “retired”, and with his years of experience and reputation and of course a couple of really heartfelt recommendation letters from those up-the-food chain people, getting a consulting gig was easy.
“I see you’re back again, Kirsten.”
“Yes, doctor. I just can’t seem to get my reports written up on time, so I’ve been rushing to finish them and there have been some mistakes…”
“I don’t think rushing through your work is the issue here, young lady. In fact, I suspect this issue has nothing to do with lack of focus or procrastination.”
“I don’t understand, doctor…”
“First of all, your boss shared with me documentation from the IT department showing that you have completed all your quarterly reports well in advance of their due dates. But every report has a single silly error—different each time, but always a minor one—that makes it difficult for it to be used efficiently, and each time she follows up with you, you take weeks to get back to her.”
“Well, I’ve had a lot on my mind, and I get distracted…”
“You’re in a good deal of trouble already, little girl. It’s not a good day to lie to me. Why don’t you tell me the truth about what you were doing?”
“I… I’m not even sure what I was doing, doctor, I guess?—”
“That if you continued to do your job poorly, you might get sent to me?”
“I guess, maybe… I was missing you, doctor,” she said, her cheeks now deeply flushed.
“I have a reputation built up over the course of many years of hard work, young lady. A reputation for not only highly effective treatments, but treatments that serve in almost every case as permanent cures for the behavior which necessitated those treatments. And you’ve chosen to put that reputation in jeopardy purely so you would be sent to me again. Is that correct?”
Kirsten’s eyes dropped. She seemed genuinely chastened by that.
“I’m sorry, doctor. I didn’t think about your reputation.”
“No, you didn’t. Nor did you think about the great inconvenience you were causing your boss. But neither of those are the biggest issue.”
“What’s the biggest issue, doctor?”
“The biggest issue is that you were deceiving me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Each of the times I’ve treated you over the last several months, you claimed to have learned your lesson. But in fact you were actively plotting to return to see me again, weren’t you?”
“I’m sorry, doctor,” she whispered.
When he saw a tear roll down one of her cheeks, Dr. Harris’ heart melted. Lifting her chin with his fingers and smoothing the tear away with his thumb, he waited until she met his gaze.
“If you wanted to see me, Kirsten, you could have just asked.”
“Ask? You mean, like…”
“Like two adults who want to see each other more often.”
A smile lit up her face, but then a hesitance crept into her eyes, as if she wanted to make sure she was understanding his meaning correctly before allowing herself to get excited.
After a pause to decide whether or not to continue being a terrible, terrible hypocrite, he spoke again. “Before I ask you to dinner, though, I do have something of my own to confess.”
“Something to confess? What do you mean?”
“You weren’t the only one who’s been deceptive. Do you remember how you were called in for a quick ‘random employee wellness exam’ a couple of weeks after we met at the CTF?”
“Yeah… that was the first time I realized you weren’t still working at the CTF.”
“You weren’t randomly selected. I chose you specifically, partly because I couldn’t wait any longer to see you again, but also because I wanted you to know about my new position here.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re the reason I took this job.”
Confusion and excitement seemed to be warring for control of her expression.
“I had offers from several large corporations—as I said, I’ve built a solid reputation over the years—but only one of those companies could offer the perk I wanted most.”
“Me?”
Dr. Harris nodded, then stepped closer to Kirsten and pulled her in for a hard, leave-her-in-no-doubt kiss. He could feel her surprise melt into desire as she surrendered herself fully to it.
“Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” he asked, finally breaking the kiss.
“I would love that!”
“I must warn you that you’ll be sitting at the table with a bottom that’s sore inside and out. You’ve been a very naughty girl, and as long as I run this clinic, naughty girls will be punished.”
Kirsten’s blush returned instantly.
“There’s one more thing. You’ll be starting a new job tomorrow.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, worry obvious in her voice.
“During my conversation with your boss regarding your situation, it became clear to both of us that your current position is no longer the best fit for you.”
“You mean they’re firing me?” Kirsten asked, her eyes widening with sudden panic.
“No,” said Dr. Harris. “You’ll be transferring to a new position that has just opened up. I’ve been needing an administrative assistant for a while, and I’ve decided that will be you.”
“Yes… yes, sir.”
He liked the sound of that.
Now it was time to show his new assistant that her new boss meant business.
“Do you remember what I told you would happen if you were sent back to me again for treatment for the same issues?”
Kirsten’s hands flew to her bottom, which was all the answer Dr. Harris needed for now.
“I see you do remember, young lady. I’m sure you’ll also remember from your previous visits that I always keep my promises. You can expect to feel the cane across your bare, plugged bottom today. Do you remember where I showed you that I keep the cane and my large plug?”
Kirsten nodded her head, eyes downcast.
“Speak up, naughty girl.”
“Yes, doctor.”
“Fetch them both.”
“Should I… should I fetch the lube too?” she asked hopefully.
“Good girls have their bottoms lubed before they’re plugged. Have you been a good girl?”
“No, doctor, but please… that plug is so big!”
While she’d never had the cane before, Kirsten had been plugged on several occasions, though never with a plug as large as the one that would be stretching her bottom hole today.
“What do naughty patients get to use as lube?” he asked.
“Just their own arousal…” she replied, now visibly trembling.
“You’re nervous about the large plug, aren’t you?”
“Yes doctor, please will you use a smaller one?”
“You should be nervous, Kirsten,” he continued. “Your bottom hole is going to be very, very sore when I’m done with you today. You deserve a welted bottom and a sore bottom hole after the way you’ve behaved, don’t you?”
“Yes, doctor…” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Go fetch the cane and the plug.”
Kirsten left the exam room briefly and returned a few moments later carrying the cane, which was kept in a cabinet in the personal office they had given him on the top floor of the building, and the plug, which was kept in a drawer in his desk. Her flushed cheeks told Dr. Harris that at least one coworker must have seen her walking down the hall holding those items.
After instructing her to place both items on a nearby table, he issued a single command.
“Strip.”
By the time Kirsten had finished undressing, Dr. Harris could see that her nipples were almost impossibly stiff and her wetness was dripping onto her thighs.
“Show me your panties,” he commanded.
Even after coming until she almost passed out during multiple previous treatments, her cheeks still flushed every time she was made to put her helpless arousal on display for him.
“What is this?” Dr. Harris asked, pointing to the front of the cute pink bikini panties she’d just reluctantly handed over.
“A wet spot, doctor…” Kirsten said, her voice small.
“And what do naughty patients have to do with wet spots on their panties?” he asked.
This was not the first time he had done this at the start of a treatment, and her pouting expression told him she knew what came next. “They have to lick them clean…” she mumbled.
“Go ahead, then.”
Kirsten had never gotten used to the taste of her own arousal, but that didn’t mean being made to taste herself didn’t leave her soaking wet every time, and today proved no different.
Setting aside the panties once she’d obediently licked them clean and then handed them back to him, Dr. Harris picked up the cane and swished it through the air.
“Climb up on the table on your hands and knees for your caning, naughty girl.”
Kirsten drew in a quick breath as Dr. Harris began restraining her in the same way he had for her first bottom fingering all those months ago. When he was finished, her knees and ankles had been pulled wide apart and bound to the table, and her hands and ankles were cuffed as well, leaving her on all fours with her sopping wet pussy and spread open bottom helplessly exposed.
“You’ll be getting eight strokes of the cane. You’ll receive the first half before your plugging, and you’ll take the last four with your bottom plugged. First, though, I’m going to give you a moment to anticipate what’s in store for you, my naughty patient, while I sit and enjoy the view.”
Sitting down on his stool, he took in the most beautiful view in the world: every inch of his absolutely gorgeous Kirsten completely on display, waiting for him to do as he pleased with her.
Finally standing up, he swished the cane through the air one more time, then tapped it against the toned, still-pale bare buttocks before him.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Kirsten, and this is going to be a very hard caning. You’re going to scream for me, then you’re going to scream again as I plug your bottom, and then you’re going to scream the very loudest when I’m fucking your thoroughly welted ass after your caning.”
Kirsten gasped.
He’d fucked her pussy thoroughly at the CTF, of course, but he hadn’t taken her ass before.
“Are you worried it’s going to hurt when I bury my thick cock in that tight little hole?”
“Yes, doctor…” she answered, her voice breathy despite her obvious apprehension.
“It is going to hurt, Kirsten. Naughty patients get their bottoms fucked hard .”
As she waited for the first stroke of the cane, time seemed to slow down for Kirsten.
She could feel the cool air of the room on her naked body, raising goosebumps on the soon-to-be-welted flesh of her bottom. Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw Dr. Harris raise the cane high in preparation to lash it down across her waiting backside.
Too nervous to watch, she averted her eyes, but she heard the swish of the cane nonetheless, and a moment later a line of liquid fire was seared across the fullest part of her bottom.
Kirsten didn’t even try to hold in her yelp of pain as a welt formed on her punished skin.
“Count for me, Kirsten,” came Dr. Harris’ firm command.
“One, doctor!”
The cane rose and she heard the dreadful swish again, then felt the infernal sting of the second stroke across her bare behind, about an inch below the first. Her cry was more a scream than a yelp this time, but just before he had a chance to scold her, she called out, “Two, sir!”
The third stroke landed, followed again by a scream and then a breathless “Three, sir!”
Tears were already forming in her eyes, and they were spilling down her cheeks by the time the fourth stroke had been given and counted.
“You took those well, little girl.”
His comforting words soothed her, and when he ran his fingers over the stinging welts raised on her bare bottom, she couldn’t help enjoying the touch.
Then his fingertips wandered lower, teasing the exposed lips of her pussy. She moaned, then moaned louder when a fingertip rubbed against her throbbing clit.
“Enjoying your correction as always, aren’t you naughty girl?”
She just whimpered in response.
“It’s time to finish your punishment, young lady.”
Kirsten dared not look back at all this time, but moments later she felt the plug slide between the slick lips of her pussy. He took his time coating it fully with her arousal, forcing it into her sopping hole several times, and when he held it up to show it to her the plug was glistening.
Then she felt the tip of the plug pressing against her clenched anus and she began to beg.
She voiced her pleas with sufficient desperation that he rested a hand on the small of back calmingly before saying, “This is going to hurt, Kirsten, but we both know you need it.”
The worst part was she knew he was right.
She cried out when he began to force the plug into her tight, reluctant hole, and despite her best efforts to unclench to make its entry less painful, her body resisted. But that resistance was overcome inch by inch until, with a final forceful shove, the thickest part of the plug slid past the clenching ring of muscle, leaving it seated deep in her bottom.
Instinctively her internal muscles tried to force it out, but the neck was smaller than the plug itself, and she knew it would be staying in until it was time for him to replace it with his cock.
Stepping back and picking up the cane again, Dr. Harris tapped it against her already welted bare bottom, reminding her that she had four more strokes to endure.
The first of this second set swished through the air and thwacked down across her quivering bare ass a moment later, landing cleanly between two of the earlier welts. Kirsten screeched and her bottom clenched desperately around the plug, reminding her of its humiliating presence.
“Five, doctor!”
The cane lashed down again almost immediately. He was moving quickly now, clearly wanting to bring this part of her punishment to a close. Was it because he felt sorry for her?
Or was it because he couldn’t wait to get his cock inside her?
Glancing over her shoulder, she could tell from the bulge in this pants that it was the latter.
The thought that he was rushing through the second half of her punishment so he could fuck her bottom sooner probably shouldn’t have made her pussy clench so hard, but it did.
His next words made it clear that he’d noticed, as he always did.
“It looks like you’re as ready for your bottom fucking as I am, Kirsten. Don’t worry, my cock will be buried in that tight little hole soon enough. But we have a caning to finish first.”
The seventh stroke swished through the air and landed just above the crease of her bottom, and moments later the eighth fell right on the sensitive spot where her ass met her thighs.
It took her a while to calm down after that, but even with her tears soaking through the thin paper covering the exam table, she was so wet she could feel her arousal leaving a glistening, sticky trail as it dripped down her thighs.
When she felt his fingers wrap around the hilt of the plug, she dared to hope he would pull it free slowly and gently, but those hopes were dashed when he removed it in one firm motion.
She screamed all over again as the widest portion stretched her already sore hole.
“It’s time for your fucking, naughty girl.”
As his lab coat, pants, and boxers came off and his hugely erect cock came into view, she found herself wondering if he planned to fuck her pussy too or save that for when she’d been a good girl.
Her question was answered by a savage thrust deep into her slick channel. A few more followed, but then her needy pussy was left quivering and empty as the tip of his now “lubricated” cock was pressed firmly against her anus. He left it there a moment, letting her anticipation build.
“I’m going to fuck this tight bottom just the way you need it to be fucked, Kirsten. It’s going to hurt, and you’re going to scream as you come for me. But when I’m done and my seed is dripping from this sore little hole, you’ll know you’re well and truly mine.”
Then, without waiting for a response, he claimed her virgin ass with a single savage thrust.
She’d expected him to take her already stretched hole slowly, like he had with the plug, but he didn’t give her even a moment to accommodate herself to his girth before he pulled back and then thrust in again, burying his cock so deeply that his balls slapped against her forlorn pussy.
Kirsten wasn’t sure if she came on the third thrust or the fourth, but she definitely didn’t make it to five before a brutal orgasm overwhelmed her, her pussy clenching desperately as her bottom hole clamped tight around his punishing cock.
Yet as her body reached its crescendo, a terrifying realization took hold.
He wasn’t stopping. He was fucking her right through her climax.
She shuddered and writhed, his fingers now on her clit, bringing her to the edge again. But just as she got close, he pinched her clit painfully enough to pull her back from the brink.
In and out, in and out the thrusts continued, her bottom hole so sore she was sure she’d feel it for days. Then his fingers returned to her clit, rubbing instead of pinching this time, and he finally let her tumble over the edge.
Every muscle tensed and flexed as her mind careened into complete surrender and her helpless body writhed its way through a climax more brutal than she would have thought possible.
But still he was not quite done.
Growling like an animal, he slammed his cock into her over and over, harder and faster.
“This is how bad girls are fucked.”
She barely heard his words, and what came next was a savage roar as he came, sending spurt after spurt of his seed deep inside until her punished ass had claimed every drop.
The next few minutes were hazy, but eventually she heard the running of a sink and then felt a warm washcloth between her bottom cheeks wiping away his seed from her burning hole.
He tenderly bathed her pussy as well, then used a fresh washcloth to clean the smeared makeup and tears from her face before undoing the restraints and picking her up in his arms. Sitting down in a nearby chair, he held her there in his lap, kissing her forehead and stroking her hair.
Neither of them said anything for a long time, and when he finally spoke it was a soft whisper in her ear.
“I love you, my naughtiest patient.”
The End