The Facility: Intake
By MinimusPuck.
One featured a well-endowed man standing proudly in a blue thong that promised him “Freedom.”
Another had a man in a red thong with a much smaller protrusion looking conflicted yet encouraged. This caption read “Endurance.”
Next, he saw a poster featuring a blurred-out man in a white thong with hardly any protrusion at all, a question mark on his face. The caption read “There is always room for hope.”
‘Always room for hope, huh?’ He asked, rolling his eyes.
‘Dear, please,’ Rebecca said quietly. She was frustrated but wanted to be supportive. ‘I know it’s not what either of us had in mind, but you promised. Now, please, don’t complain anymore. For me.’
Nicholas sighed heavily. The guilt trip was working well. He had indeed promised.
It had all started when his wife had caught him pleasuring himself twice too many times. The first time, she was surprised; the second time, disappointed. He just did not know how disappointed she was. Or could be.
Enough for him to check into this place…
It was a hospital of sorts, some kind of psychological facility, he thought she wished to cure him. Can a man be cured of masturbating? That would be cruel… But if this was the cure, what exactly was his disease?
He was reading a set of useless facts about the penis. That the average size is 5,” he couldn’t help but feel deflated as he knew that was nearly twice his size. Maybe there was something for him here?
‘Name?’ The receptionist asked.
‘Nicholas Riley,’ he said quietly, hoping he wouldn’t have to repeat it.
‘Age?’
’36.’
The intake process had been simple enough, but after his wife gave him a last loving kiss goodbye, he felt his circumstances change quickly.
‘Down the hall, first on your left,’ the receptionist said patronizingly, as if she knew the real reason why he was there. Another loser caught jerking off by his perfect wife.
Strange steam hinges opened on the door, and he stepped into the corridor. It was like the architect couldn’t decide whether he wanted to design a submarine or a spa.
In the next hall, he found a sexy Latina nurse in her late twenties at a desk waiting for him.
‘Please undress to your underwear, Mr. Riley,’ the nurse said and pointed over her shoulder. ‘And enter that room.’
He had always been a bit bashful about being in states of undress with the opposite sex, or really with the same sex, for that matter. He didn’t like to admit it, but he was on the smaller side and didn’t like being reminded of it.
‘What am I supposed to do here?’ He called out, walking into the room without undressing. He found nothing there except a flat table with a ruler at its edge.
The nurse rolled back into the room and popped her head into the cabin.
‘Well, you measure yourself,’ she said flatly. ‘And then punch in the inches into the computer there.’
He turned back bashfully.
‘What part of myself?’
She sighed as if it were obvious.
‘Your penis, please, Mr. Riley. We need two measurements. Hard and soft.’
‘Oh,’ he said, already feeling his cheeks redden. He turned back to the nurse who was waiting expectantly to see his cock. ‘A little privacy, please?’
The nurse laughed and rolled away on her chair.
‘Privacy! You’re not gonna find much of that around here.’
He bristled at her words and turned back, quickly opening his fly and resting his two-inch flaccid penis next to the ruler. Checking to see whether she had snuck up behind him, he quickly pulled his briefs back up and punched in the measurement, deciding to round up to a respectable 3 inches.
A red light flashed, and a siren blared.
The nurse returned, moving without any hurry.
‘What did I do? What did I do?’
The nurse punched a code into the computer, the alarm stopped immediately, and she looked at him as if he were stupid.
‘You lied,’ she turned back to the computer and winced. ‘Although I can understand why. You really aren’t even three inches?’
‘Soft!’
The nurse nodded her head as if out of pity.
‘Now what?’ he asked quietly, uncomfortable with the silence.
‘Now you measure yourself hard,’ she said with strained patience. Do you think you can be honest about that?’
He sighed in frustration.
‘I don’t need to measure myself hard. I’m four… and a half inches hard. Is that enough for you? Especially if you know I’m lying anyway. Besides, how did you even know that?’
She pointed up to a camera in the corner of the room that he had missed.
‘I told you. Not much privacy here, Mr. Two inches. Now, please. Rest your cock on the table. Hard, ir possible, or I’ll have to stimulate you myself manually.’
Manually stimulate you myself? He thought. A bluff easily called.
‘I… I uh… don’t think I can get hard right now,’ he said innocently.
‘I’m sorry, I’m just too nervous.’
She sighed and patted the table.
‘Come here,’ she said as if it were a chore. ‘I guess it’s just as well, since I can’t trust you to be honest anyway…’ She leaned in and lowered her voice as if to warn him, ‘Didn’t they tell you your honesty is of the utmost importance here? It affects your score.’
‘I must have been too distracted by all the thong posters.’ He said, rolling his eyes as he drew close to the table, still expecting nothing from her. But to his surprise, she leaned in and tugged his underwear down.
‘Come on, tighty-whities,’ she said in a low voice as she spanked his bare bottom to get him closer to the table. ‘Don’t make me finger you to get you hard,’ he looked down at her, and she gave him a mischievous wink. Think that I won’t? Try me.’
He scoffed in reply, although he could already feel himself stiffening. He took a deep breath and tried to relax. Maybe this place wouldn’t be so bad after all…
‘Somebody’s coming out of his cage now,’ she said warmly. ‘See, there’s no need to be bashful around me. I deal with cocks every day, remember?’
Her fingers were warm. And soft. And… welcoming…
‘Especially little ones like yours,’ she said with a smirk. ‘Is that really as big as it gets?’
He glanced down.
‘No,’ he lied. ‘I told you, I’m nervous. I’m normally 4.5 inches. That’s almost average, you know?’
‘Yeah,’ she said as she scooted back from him and slipped her scrubs top so that he could enjoy the view of her beautiful brown skin. It was the most intimacy he’d had since his wife had caught him masturbating, and he wasn’t about to let this opportunity slide.
He was twisting the hem of his shirt helplessly; it was too much. And before a proper measurement could even be taken, he shot out a load of semen onto the table and sank back into the nurse’s rolling chair, his tighty-whities still around his thighs.
‘Oh my!’ She declared.
The moment held as she listened to him whine as his orgasm reached its completion.
And then she descended into a fit of laughter, mocking the sound of his orgasm.
‘You sound just like a girl!’ She laughed. ‘Oh my god, that is so pathetic.’ She tried to stop herself, but failed miserably. ‘That’s tiny, and you cum so easy? Dios Mio, I feel so bad for your wife!’
He wanted to hide, but had nowhere to go. What could be said? What defense could be mounted?
‘Fine then, you stuck-up bitch,’ he muttered as he pulled up his pants. ‘I’m out of here,’
Standing in the hall were two men who did not seem agreeable. Like the rest of the male staff, they all had names correlating to the great lakes of the world. It was Baikal and Aral that had entered after his wife had left. He noticed the man named Baikal broke into a smile as if pleased to see him.
‘Is there a problem in here?’ The one with the nametag reading Aral asked.
‘I’ll say,’ the nurse said, wiping the tears from her eyes. ‘This one’s got a real big problem. Or rather, a real little one.’
Nicholas was made to move past them, but they didn’t budge.
‘His name is patient zero,’ the nurse said, finally catching herself. ‘See him to his quarters.’
‘Patient Zero?’ He had asked, turning back to face her. ‘Am I really the first patient here? What is this place?’
‘Trust me, sir, you’re definitely a zero,’ she said before she began laughing again. ‘Two inches!’
With that, the two men each took his arm. He did not fight, as by the size and force of them, he knew there would be little point. They escorted him down one hall and then another. He noticed locks on all the doors.
‘Why so many locks?’ He asked, feeling his unease growing.
‘Security,’ was all he was told.
They passed one room where he saw a man groaning on a table; he appeared nude except for a red string that disappeared into his equally red butt cheeks.
‘What is this place?’ He asked.
But he was ignored.
They continued until they reached a door where his escorts unceremoniously stopped.
‘This is your room. No backtalking. No, causing trouble. No breaking anything. And no cranking it while you’re here, understand?’ Aral said threateningly.
Nicholas nodded. Relieved that he had finished one last time, even though he had been humiliated. Aral looked down at his phone.
‘Come on, the doctor will see you now.’
Finally, they came to a door, where Aral took an extendable nightstick and rapped on it twice.
‘Seven. Aurora. Forty-one,’ Aral said, his voice low, but loud enough for him to hear. ‘New patient for processing.’
He heard a sound like steam being released, and the door hinged open.
Quite nervous now, he stumbled as they stepped over the heavy metal door, but his escorts caught him and dragged him along as if a current was carrying him.
A woman sat across from him; she appeared to be a doctor, wearing a white coat and black-framed glasses. She had blonde hair and was attractive in her own way, for while she was nearing fifty, she was still very easy on the eyes.
‘Welcome, Mr. Riley. My name is Doctor Anastasia Petrova. I’ll be your supervising doctor during your stay here. Now, I understand there were some issues with your initial measurement.
‘No. No problems,’ He said, shaking his head innocently.
The doctor nodded and said nothing more for a moment as if reading him.
‘Mr. Riley, I suppose we should explain what it is we do here. We help men, and mostly men with small penises, reach their full anatomical potential. Now, your wife set this up for you. She loves you very much. I’m sure she would be disappointed if she were to learn you were not cooperating.’
He nodded.
‘Now, please undress to your underpants and take a seat,’ the woman said, gesturing to the stool in front of her desk.
‘Uuuundress?’ He asked. ‘But why?’
The woman was patient, but firm.
‘It’s part of your intake processing. It involves a physical evaluation. Please undress, or Aral will assist you. Although I doubt he will be gentle.’
Noticing Aral move towards him out of the corner of his eye, his fingers immediately began to unfasten the buttons on his shirt.
He slipped out of the sleeves of his shirt, and Baikhal took hold of it. He couldn’t help but flinch as he heard the fabric being torn in two.
‘I-iiis that necessary?’ He asked, a quiver in his voice.
‘Yes,’ the doctor said flatly as his shirt was torn apart.
He held her gaze for a moment, but retreated away to take in what had become of his shirt. Nothing was left of it but little strips of fabric.
‘Your pants too now, please.’ The doctor said. It was spoken as a polite reminder, but there was an unmistakable edge to his words.
He hesitated just long enough to notice Aral begin towards him. And that was enough, his trembling fingers shot down to his belt buckle fumbled with it.
‘Take them off,’ the doctor said, annoyed that he was not making faster progress.
‘I’m trying, I’m sorry, I’m just nervous.’
Eventually, he had the buckle open and then the button. He stood up and slid his pants down, revealing his white briefs.
‘Hmmm,’ the doctor said as she tapped her pen to her mouth slowly.
‘What is it?’ He asked.
The doctor did not answer him, but with pen in hand, made a note.
‘Patient wears tighty-whities,’ she said, allowing as she scribbled it down. ‘Mr. Riley, do you often wear briefs?’
‘Yes…’ He said, unsure of where she was headed with this.
He turned to see Baikal ripping his pants asunder in an impressive show of force.
‘Is that all you wear?’
He nodded, the courage to speak having left him. It was already too intimate. And forceful.
‘Mr. Riley, do you suffer from headaches? Migraines?’
He shook his head.
‘Cramps? Tenderness? Soreness of any kind?’
Again, he shook his head.
‘Are you easily bruised?’
‘Easily bruised? No.’ He thought for some time.
‘Premature ejaculation?’
He shifted in his seat. What kind of question was that?
‘I assure you, Mr. Riley, this is a pertinent question.’
He coughed and cleared his throat, noticing a faint smile on Aral’s face.
‘Sometimes,’ he said quietly.
‘I didn’t catch that, Mr. Riley. A bit louder, please.’
‘Sometimes,’ he said a bit louder.
The doctor put her pen to her mouth.
‘Could you use it in a sentence, please? Describe your experience with premature ejaculation.’
‘Hey, what is this all about?’ He asked sharply.
Both bodyguards stepped forward as if they expected him to do more.
The silence hung in the air as the doctor tapped her pen on the desk before she began making a note.
‘Patient is… difficult.’
‘Difficult? I’m not difficult, I just don’t know what this is about.’ He scoffed in annoyance.
The doctor did not look up.
‘And… aggressive,’ she wrote.
A laugh of disbelief escaped him.
‘Aggressive? Me? That’s a first!’
The doctor said nothing, finished making her note, then reached into her desk and came out with a see-through plastic envelope containing what appeared to be a string and a pair of handcuffs. She tilted it sideways and slid the rubber handcuffs onto her desk.
‘Please put these on.’
It was a request, but it was most certainly not a request.
His attention shifted from the thong to the handcuffs tried to speak, but his voice caught in his throat.
‘And the thong?’ He scoffed, unable to hide his defiance. He remembered well the man he had seen earlier, bare save for the string. There was no way he’d be caught wearing such a thing.
‘Later. We still have to determine what code you are. Everything is codified, and everything will be explained.’ She said, as if that were some kind of reward, and then pointed back down at the handcuffs. ‘For now, put on the handcuffs… It’s as much for your safety as for my own.’
He could tell she was serious. And that both bodyguards were serious. Wanting to erase any mention of being difficult or aggressive, he slowly rose to his feet and raised his wrists to allow himself to be shackled.
‘That’s better,’ the doctor said as Aral placed the handcuffs tight upon his wrists.
‘Ow!’ He yelped as they clamped tight.
‘Turn sideways, please.’
‘Why?’ He asked, not wanting to show his back to Baikal.
But that man, named after the most Russian of lakes, already had his thick hands upon his shoulders, and he was turned sideways.
‘Very difficult,’ the doctor wrote on her pad.
Still with Baikal’s hands firm upon his shoulders, he did not move an inch, although he could see in his peripheral vision the doctor adjusting her glasses and leaning in to see him better.
‘Bulge in underwear, minimal protrusion.’
He could not help but feel ridiculous now, wearing only his white briefs, handcuffs, and this thug’s hands upon his shoulders. What was this place?
The doctor pressed her intercom.
‘Please tell Frau Haupt that we are ready for her.’
Frau Haupt? Who the hell was that, he wondered. The name did sound familiar. He felt his spirits drop as the door opened and he recognized her immediately. Mathilda Haupt. She was an ex-girlfriend from college. Ex-girlfriend… if she could even be called that. A foreign exchange student who had humiliated him in college. He was so grateful when she went back to Germany.
He saw her unable to hold back a smile at his current circumstances, and he sank lower.
‘Es ist okay, Nikolaus,’ she said soothingly, ‘I’m here to help you with your kleine problem.’
He felt his face flush red and noticed Aral crack a smile, but the doctor remained stern.
‘Yes, Frau Haupt tells me that in addition to having a small penis, it has been her opinion, as well as your wife’s, that you do in fact suffer from premature ejaculation. And since we could find no other partners before her, we must assume it’s been going on at least this long.’
‘Well,’ Mathilda said, speaking up. ‘I would not say that we were partners.’
He clamped his eyes shut as he heard her begin to retell the story.
‘We did not even make bumsen.’
‘What is that?’ Dr. Petrova asked, looking up from her notes.
‘You know, to thump? To hammer. To make bumsen. Das Liebe machen? Och, I’m so sorry, my English is so bad these days. I mean sex!’ Rebecca declared almost out of pride. And then she began recounting the full, humiliating story with even more details than he remembered.
‘Is this really necessary?’ Nicholas asked.
The doctor turned to him slowly.
‘Yes.’
Mathilda continued.
‘I had yet to take off my dirndl, that is a dress, and I insisted that he slide out of his pants. Och, it was such a dream of mine to lose my virginity to a real American stud!’ She laughed.
Nicholas glanced at the doctor, who offered a sympathetic smile to the German before nodding for her to continue.
‘So I thought it was ein bisschen cute that he wore these little boy underwears. The white ones that he has now, ja? Because, like, I hadn’t seen them in years, so that was a surprise to me. Only little boys wear them at home. Certainly not a man, unless you are really a man, you know?’ She made a clicking noise and gestured with her hands the distance of acceptable cock length for a man to wear briefs.
The doctor smiled as if in agreement.
‘But as I said, it was going to be my first time too, I didn’t realize just how small he was, so I was feeling around for him and, well, I realized there wasn’t much to feel…’ She trailed off, and Nicholas hoped that would be the end of it.
‘Go on.’
‘Och, mein Gott, he was so small, even his… boner was small. Boner? Is this the right American word? It is so funny what one remembers!’ She laughed and covered her face with her hand as if out of embarrassment.
‘Please continue, Frau Haupt, you were telling us that Mr. Riley’s boner was small?’
‘Och, ja, sehr! But, once I found it through his slip, I peeled back his underwear and…’
‘And?’ The doctor asked in her clinical tone.
‘Well… he came. Viele. A lot.’
The doctor began making notes.
‘Interesting. Was he undressed at the time?’
‘Thankfully not, otherwise it might have gotten on me. No, he just came into his little… “tighty-whities,” this is the term for them, ja? Just like what he is wearing now. Some things never change, huh, Nikolaus?’ She asked, turning to him.
Aral couldn’t help but burst into laughter, but the doctor said nothing.
‘Very interesting. Frau Haupt, I know we had discussed this only briefly, but how committed are you to helping Herr Riley?’
‘What do you need?’ Rebecca asked with a shrug.
‘Would you kindly undress to your bra and panties? I can assure you that what happens here will not mention you; it will focus only on the patient’s experience. And your face and any discernible birthmarks will be edited out of the footage to your satisfaction.’
‘Ja, Mmkay,’ Rebecca said without a thought in her pretty little head as she pulled the shirt up over her head and placed it gently on the desk. She giggled as she noticed his tiny erection growing.
His jaw dropped. What the hell was this about? Was she really going to strip for him? What was she going to do after that? The mention of the footage didn’t even register with him. It looked like he was going to get a second chance with Mathilda Haupt! The girl who’d dismissed him and humiliated him by telling everyone what had happened. The stupid Kraut airhead, he couldn’t stand!
”Es ist schon hart, oder?” She giggled.
‘For the non-German speakers, please, Frau Haupt?’ the doctor asked.
‘It looks like he’s already turned on,’ She said as she unhooked her bra, letting her breasts pour forth.
He didn’t need to check for confirmation; he could feel his penis stiffening to all three inches.
‘Yes, looks like it,’ the doctor said sternly, as if this were no laughing matter.
At the desk, she stuck her ass out and unzipped her skirt, pulling it down to reveal a sexy G-string.
‘How do you like me now?’ She asked, her finger raised to her mouth. ‘I’m in better shape now, aren’t I? Ich mache mich so fit!’
He nodded, his hands trying desperately not to reach out and touch her. Not to reach out and touch himself.
She turned and moved towards him, looking back at the doctor, who looked down at her notes. It was then that he made his move, not on her, but on himself, trying in vain to reach into his briefs.
‘Subject is attempting to pleasure himself,’ the doctor noted. ‘Baikal.’
The large Russian lifted his wrists weightlessly above his head.
‘Guess Ich bin too much for you,’ Rebecca continued, not missing a beat.
‘I’m sorry. I just. Yes. It’s too much,’ he panted.
She drew near to him, her finger popping out of her mouth and then resting on his narrow chest and tracing down, down, down, and then stopping at his stomach, where it traced back and forth, back and forth.
‘Sorry for what? Calling me an airhead? A kraut? Ein dummer Blonde? A bitch?’ Rebecca asked.
He sputtered in confusion as he turned to the doctor for help that would not come.
And then she cupped him.
‘Isn’t that what you called me behind my back?’ She asked, her words were wet and heavy, uncritical.
‘Yes,’ he said, afraid to argue, but afraid to tell the truth.
‘Naughty boy,’ she said, clicking her tongue as she grazed her palm across his protrusion. ‘You’re still naughty, aren’t you?’
She was petting him now, her hand rubbing up and down his underwear. His mouth was dry, and he was hoping she would open his waistband and plunge her fingers in and take hold of him as she had almost done years ago. He glanced at the doctor who, pen in hand, was watching him closely.
‘Answer me,’ she said, her voice taking on a harder, more authoritarian tone.
‘Yes.’ He whined. ‘Bitte, bitte, bitte.’
He was so close to cumming. What was this all about? Why was she still petting him? Why not actually satisfy him? Why play these games?
And then just as the moment of truth arrived, properly stimulated or not, she stepped back, away from him.
He huffed, and he puffed. And he felt himself leaking precum, watching helplessly as the busty German backed away, leaving him to experience the most unsatisfying orgasm of his life. He twitched and convulsed and came into his tighty-whities, just as he did all those years ago. His knees gave way beneath him, and he sank to the floor.
When he found the courage to open his eyes again, Rebecca was putting her bra back on, getting dressed as if nothing had happened. A view he would never enjoy again, as well as a cruel reminder of how she had made him feel when she had laughed at his poor performance in college.
‘I guess some things don’t change, huh? Ich bin still too much for you.’
He shook his head dizzily, noticing the doctor was writing up a storm.
‘Thank you for your assistance today, Frau. Haupt. I shall be in touch should I need any further assistance.’
‘Oh, do, please,’ Mathilda said, sounding much more professional than she had with him. ‘How serious is it? He’s not completely hopeless, is he?’
The doctor did not answer.
‘If what you have told me is true… It appears to have gotten worse. But, I promise I’ll do what I can.’
‘Bitte,’ Rebecca said with a click of her high heels. She then turned back to Nicholas and, imitating him mockingly, ‘Bitte, bitte, bitte! Was für eine jämmerliche kleine Garnele!’
And with that, she laughed heartily as she left the room, her laughter echoing down the halls. All at Nikolaus’ expense. Never had he been more humiliated…
There was silence now. The doctor said nothing; she only continued scribbling away on her pad.
Nicholas glanced down at his stained underwear and shivered.
‘You want to change, don’t you?’ The doctor asked, still scribbling away.
He wasn’t sure if he could speak. If he were allowed to speak.
‘Yes, please,’ he said softly, doing his best to sound agreeable.
‘In time,’ the doctor said before she went on writing.
‘Please, it’s embarrassing,’ he asked politely.
‘It certainly is,’ the doctor said dismissively before she capped her pen and flipped back two pages. ‘I have here written that you admitted to calling sweet Mathilda a “Bitch,” “Airhead.” A “Dumb Blonde.” Worst of all, a “Kraut.” Is all this true?’
He nodded.
‘Anything else?’
He strained to think of what else he had thought or said only to himself.
‘No, I think that’s it. I’m sorry, I was upset.’
‘The truth often is upsetting. She told the entire dorm that you were ‘a little dicked loser.’ And that you ‘came before you even entered her.’ And that ‘you whined like a little bitch when you came, so much so that she couldn’t help but laugh.’
He flinched as each old memory was brought to light.
‘And your friends called you “baby dick,” is this all true?’
He nodded.
The doctor scribbled a bit more on her pad.
‘Very well,’ she said, rising from her chair.
She removed her jacket and shirt to reveal a busty black bra underneath. She was in phenomenal shape.
‘You will excuse my undressing. I don’t mean to be unprofessional, but I don’t like to work up a sweat so early in the day. Besides, I do have other patients. I cannot spend all my time with you,’ she said as she neatly folded her sports coat and button-up shirt on her chair.
‘But I still wanted to get started with you now. It’s a rather serious case, I’m afraid. Premature ejaculation coupled with a small penis. Aggressive and difficult attitudes toward those trying to help. Not to mention the harsh words you had for poor Frau Haupt.’ She sighed as she shook her head.
He nodded in confusion, unsure of where she was headed, what this was all about, or what the treatment could be. The last thing he expected to see when she reached into her drawer was what she came up with: a hand-shaped ping pong paddle.
‘Will you please bend over,’ she said as she walked around her desk.
‘Bbbbend over? For what?’ He stammered, taking a step back until he bumped into Baikal.
‘For your spanking, of course,’ the doctor said as she gently patted her hand with the paddle. ‘You need to be punished for calling such a sweet woman as Rebecca a “Bitch,” and an “Airhead.”
‘And a dumb blonde,’ he heard Baikal say from behind him.
‘You can’t be serious?’ He said in disbelief.
‘Oh, you will learn that I am. Baikal, Aral.’
In a moment, he was lifted by his restraints, and he lay prostrate over Baikail’s lap while Aral took a boxcutter and cut his briefs from his hips so that all that remained was the waistband.
‘And you’ll no longer be wearing these, I’m afraid. I’m sure you’re attached to them, although why, I cannot begin to imagine. No, from now on, you’ll wear a thong and nothing else. Now, I’m going to give you one last chance to behave. Now, please bend over fully and expose your ass completely to me.’
Naked now and feeling the cool air on his sticky penis, he glanced back over Baikail’s lap. The Russian was enjoying himself, but the doctor was as immovable as a statue.
‘Oookay. I’ll comply,’ he said as he lifted his derriere for her to spank.
The moment of tension hung in the air. How bad could it possibly be-
WHAP!
He yelped in pain as he felt the whoosh of air from the paddle pull back and come again and again on his bare behind.
WHOP! WHAP! WHAP!
His legs flung up behind him, though the bodyguard kept him pinned down. His ass was stinging! How long would this agony go on?
‘Are you sorry?’ The doctor asked, already out of breath from her exertions.
‘Yes! But please tell me for what?!’
WHAP! WHAP!
‘Not good enough, Herr Riley.’
‘Yes, I’m sorry! Please, please just tell me what I did wrong!’ He wailed. ‘So I won’t do it ever again!’
It didn’t matter to him that the guards were laughing loudly at his humiliation; all that mattered to him in that moment was getting her to stop spanking him.
‘Firstly, for not referring to me as ma’am,’
‘Ma’am, ma’am, ma’am!’ He cried, flinching already in case she had wound up to spank him again.
‘That’s better—Ma’am or doctor. I did go to med school for Pete’s sake! Now, secondly-‘
WHAP!
‘That’s for disrespecting Lula by making her measure your pathetic penis and cumming all over her. She may be too good-humored to take offense, but I assure you, I am not! What you need are some manners!’
WHAKAP!
‘I’m sorry!’ Nicholas sputtered, whining like the little bitch he was. ‘I’m so so so sorry.’
‘I’m glad to hear that. Now, am I going to have any other disciplinary problems from you?’
He shook his head frantically.
‘I sure hope not!’ He whimpered.
‘Good,’ the doctor said, pausing as she walked over to her desk for a sip of water. ‘You have a lot to learn. About manners. And about being a man. If you even are one.’
‘Yes. Yes, ma’am,’ he readily agreed, wishing he could rub his red behind with his restrained hand.
‘I’m glad we agree,’ the doctor said, pushing her hair back behind her ear. ‘I’ll do what I can to help you, Mr. Riley, I really will for your wife, if nothing else. But even I cannot guarantee success. I don’t find it very convincing so that it will be a challenge. Luckily for you, I enjoy challenges. I just hope we don’t have to resort to drastic measures…’
He nodded weakly, unsure of what the hell she was talking about, but willing to agree to anything at this point.
‘Can I cover myself now, please?’ he asked sheepishly, trying to sound as none threateningly as possible.
She cracked her neck and rolled her wrist as she picked up her paddle again.
‘Now time for the other side…’
To Be Continued…?
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