Chapter 10
E van watched his girlfriend as she squirmed at her little student desk and his heart swelled with compassion for her.
He wasn’t going to admit it during her punishment, but he was very proud of her.
He was proud of her for doing so well in nursing school so far and for studying so hard.
He was also proud of how well she was taking her punishment.
He decided to wait until the end of the day to announce that he would not punish her for the full weekend as planned.
She was clearly sorry for her actions already and he had a feeling that it would be a long while before she even thought about skipping class or lying to him again.
Her bottom was already quite sore and red as well.
When he’d walked her back to her desk after the mouth soaping, he even noticed some very minor but still visible bruising on her upper thighs.
He decided that punishing her for another full day would be unnecessary, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t let her think for a while that she was going to receive more punishment the next day .
He wasn’t going to let her off easy. She still had a rough evening ahead of her. He was going to make sure she went to bed with a very sore bottom, inside and out.
He looked at his watch. They had about an hour or so before dinner, the perfect time to start the next phase of her punishment.
Zoey had finished her homework a couple of hours earlier and was dutifully getting ahead on some studying.
Evan decided that she wouldn’t need to do any more schoolwork over the weekend.
Tomorrow, she would be his good girl again and he would pamper and spoil her.
“Ms. Lu, please come here,” he said from his desk. He was getting a lot of paperwork done today. It was even possible that he could get off work early later in the week. An unexpected upside to Zoey’s naughty behavior.
Zoey froze but obeyed a moment later, closing her textbook and rising from her desk. She kept her head bowed as she approached him.
“It is time to start the next part of your punishment,” he announced. “I want you to strip completely and then climb up onto the bench with your little bottom up.”
Zoey shifted uncomfortably before slowly unbuttoning her shirt. She turned away from him.
“None of that,” Evan scolded. “Come over to my side and finish stripping for me.”
Zoey swallowed, coming over to Evan’s side before continuing with the buttons on her shirt.
Evan turned in his chair so he was facing her, his expression heated.
She slipped the shirt off her shoulders, folded it and then placed it on the desk, next to her panties, which Evan had kept there all day.
Her hands shook slightly as she unclipped her bra and pulled it away from her chest. She didn’t miss Evan’s eyes trailing down her neck to her perky breasts.
She paused, watching him watch her, but then he gave her skirt a pointed look.
She slowly unbuttoned it before letting it drop to the floor, leaving her completely naked.
Evan’s eyes raked her up and down before he stood up from his chair and grasped her wrist firmly.
Without a word, he pulled her over to the bench.
Zoey climbed up onto the bench awkwardly, knowing her most intimate parts were on display for Evan when she threw one leg over the top of the bench to pull herself up.
Evan couldn’t resist the display and smacked her bare bottom as she climbed the bench.
He gave the mounds an affectionate pat and rub when she settled on her tummy just like he had asked.
She knew only a few things could be happening if she was in this position over this specific piece of furniture.
She let out a sad little moan when Evan pulled the enema kit out from one of the cabinets, along with a pair of latex gloves and a small bottle of lubricant.
Evan had only given her enemas twice in the past, once when she had been backed up and once as a punishment.
She remembered hating them and vowing to never need one again.
Evan took his time filling the red enema bottle with warm soapy water and attaching it to the metal fixture above the medical bench. He set his gloves down beside Zoey’s head before giving her a brief, but solid hand spanking.
“Owwie,” Zoey moaned, wiggling her hips back and forth.
“I think you need some color in these cheeks before I insert the enema hose,” he explained, as if he needed a reason to spank her more.
He kept spanking until her cheeks were back to a rosy pink before snapping on his gloves and lubricating the end of the long enema hose.
He used one hand to part Zoey’s bottom cheeks, watching as her little back hole tightened at the unwanted attention.
He dabbed some lubricant on it as well, enjoying the way it made Zoey squirm even more.
She gasped when the tip of his finger went inside of her.
He slowly spread the lube around inside of her with his thick finger.
“You didn’t just lie to me,” Evan continued, keeping his finger inside of her as he spoke.
“You tried to deceive me and damaged the trust we built for one another. I’m going to flush out all the naughtiness that caused you to lie to me.
” Then he pulled his finger out, giving her milliseconds of relief before replacing it with the end of the hose.
Again, he took his time, watching intently as the tip of the hose disappeared into Zoey’s puckering back entrance.
Since this was punishment, he chose a hose with a slightly larger end.
He had to put in a little bit of extra force to push it inside of her, making Zoey whimper and curl her toes.
He also made sure to prolong her humiliation by pulling the tube back out slightly for every half inch he pushed it in.
It took about two minutes just for Evan to insert the nozzle to the appropriate depth.
Even at that point, he wasn’t finished messing with it.
He moved it side to side, making sure Zoey was very much aware of its presence.
He twisted and tugged at it as well, making Zoey clench around it with discomfort.
“Ugh, I’m sorry!” Zoey cried, trying and failing to keep still.
“I know you are,” Evan said, finally letting go of the hose so he could stand and adjust the bag that hung above them. He felt the bag before twisting the knob on it to start the flow of soapy water .
Zoey groaned even more once she felt the enema start. She tightened her stomach and bottom muscles as she started to fill up. After just a couple of short minutes, she started to feel the urge to expel the invasive liquid.
“Ugh, please!” she begged. “No more. Please.”
“This is punishment, Zoey,” Evan said as if she needed reminding. He reached up and felt the bag. “Besides, you haven’t even taken half of what I put in here.”
Zoey wailed at that news, clenching her fists in front of her, ripping at the sanitary paper beneath her.
Deciding she needed a distraction from the flow, Evan began to spank her upper thighs and sit spots, taking extra care not to hit the nozzle in the process. Zoey was less than appreciative of the distraction, moaning and wiggling with each swat.
“Okay,” Evan said after a couple of minutes. He felt the bag and Zoey had taken in about three quarters of it. Deeming that enough, he twisted the knob to stop the flow.
Zoey didn’t exactly sigh with relief, but she relaxed slightly once she felt the flow stop.
She rolled onto her side, holding her slightly rounded tummy in both hands.
Evan rubbed her stomach tenderly, kissing the soft skin before reaching around her to grasp the tube at the base of her bottom. “Roll back over, pretty girl,” he ordered. “I’m going to take this out of you now.”
Zoey obeyed, rolling back over but lifting her hips up slightly so she wasn’t putting too much weight on her stomach. She automatically clenched harder around the tube when Evan tugged gently to ease it out of her .
“I don’t want to have to discuss poor communication or lying for a long time, young lady,” Evan warned her as he pulled at the enema tube. He twisted it a few times as he removed it, making her squeak.
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry!” Zoey said earnestly. She clenched her bottom even harder when it was finally out of her, trying her best not to let any of the liquid drip out of her. That would be beyond humiliating.
“Okay, my naughty thing,” Evan said as he set the nozzle aside, removed his gloves, and washed his hands. He rubbed her bottom when he returned to her side. “Up you get. I want you on the stool in front of the chalkboard.”
Zoey stared at him with wide eyes. “But… I need to go.” she said with a bit of a whine in her voice.
Evan shook his head, picked her up, and set her down on the floor, swatting her bottom. “You really don’t want to be arguing with me right now, pretty girl,” he said, a clear warning in his voice.
Zoey whimpered but slid off the side of the bench and waddled across the room to the mini classroom.
She shifted from foot to foot before stepping up onto the stool.
She knew what was coming. The only reason that Evan had her stand on the stool in front of the board was so that she could write lines.
She picked up a piece of chalk in preparation and then flinched when she heard a whooshing sound. She looked over her shoulder. Evan was holding a long wooden cane.
“I was hoping I’d never have to use this on you,” Evan told her as he stepped up behind her.
He bent the cane slightly in his hands before tapping it against her bottom cheeks.
“But you have left me little choice with your behavior. I hope I don’t have to use this on you again anytime soon.
The cane will be reserved for the most severe punishments. ”
“Evan,” Zoey said, her voice shaking. “I’m scared,” she admitted.