Roommate from Hell part XVI

 From Smoking Green to Smoking Red Part II

Marsha was sitting at the kitchen table eating some chicken salad and scrolling through Facebook on her phone. It was nice to unwind and just relax after a long day of work and doling out a spanking and switching to the neighbor girl. She wondered if the girl was still at the apartment of Bernice and Carol, two women she’d met only an hour ago but had let take Michelle back to their home to discipline her themselves. 

She didn’t need to wonder long as her door soon opened and Jane walked in, shutting the door behind her. Marsha was happy to see her friend. 

“Hey, what’s up?”

”Nothing, nothing. Did you give Michelle a spanking tonight, by any chance?”

“Indeed I did, out in the courtyard. The brat had pot!”

”So she told me. And you let two strangers take her to their apartment to spank her as well?”

 “Well I met the older woman, Carol, first. She came downstairs for fresh air and wanted to watch me discipline her. Then her daughter Bernice came by and was so angry that Michelle had brought home a joint that she gave her a switching herself and then took her back to their apartment to keep spanking her. That is, if you’re wondering where she went.”

”No, Michelle is home. I went to give her a spanking for coming home late without warning, but I saw the work you and those strangers did on her.”

”Good. That’s what she gets for bringing pot around and getting mouthy in front of strangers.”

”Look. I agree bringing around pot is definitely worthy of a spanking. Trust me - once her bottom is healed from what she got tonight, I’ll be tanning it myself for that reason. But you just let those strangers take her back to their apartment?”

”I did, yes. Bernice wanted to punish Michelle herself. I thought I could trust them.”

”I understand, but that is NOT acceptable. She may need to be taught a lesson, but she is not a toy to be passed around. It’s one thing if we invite someone to our apartments to punish her, but another entirely to send Michelle to another apartment to get punished. Understand?”

”I think you’re overreacting a bit.”

”I don’t think I am. I spank my roommate. You also are allowed to spank her when necessary. But she’s still my roommate, and I get final call on punishing her. Otherwise her bottom won’t be the only one I redden. Understood?”

”Is that a threat?”

”Try me.”

The two woman locked eyes for a few moments - each a stern disciplinarian type, neither backing down. After a moment, Marsha nodded. 

“Alright. Deal. I’m sorry.”

”Good. Now what apartment does Bernice live in?”

10 minutes later, Bernice had just put her son to bed when there was a knock on her apartment door. She answered to find Jane there. 

“Hi, can I help you?”

“Hi, are you Bernice?”

“Yes?”

“Hi Bernice, my name is Jane.”

“Jane who lives with Michelle?”

“That’d be me, yes.”

“Well hi Jane, how can I help you at this late hour?”

“Let her come in,” called Carol from the couch. 

“Uh sure, please come in, I’ll get some coffee going, if you’d like a cup,” Bernice said, opening the door wide. Jane stepped in. 

“Sure.”

Jane, Bernice, and Carol sat around the kitchen table having coffee and discussing the night’s events.  

“I went outside to sit and enjoy the breeze, and I found Marsha giving Michelle a proper behind whooping over her lap,” Carol said. 

“Then I came outside to find her, and when I learned that Michelle brought marijuana here to our quiet little community, well, I felt I had to contribute my anger upon her behind as well. I have a son, I can’t have her bringing around drugs,” Bernice explained. Jane nodded and sipped her coffee before beginning.

“I understand, and I apologize completely and profusely for what she’s done. I’ve never known Michelle to ever have any kind of drugs of any sort in the time I’ve known her, so this was quite a shock to me as well. And though Marsha and yourself have done a good job with the discipline, I will also be giving her a proper spanking as well.”

“Good to hear, hopefully that will help keep her away from drugs,” Bernice said. Jane continued,

“I will say though, that as Michelle’s roommate, I take responsibility for disciplining her when need be. Yes, I give her spankings when needed, and yes, Marsha is allowed to punish her when she feels it’s necessary as well, but that I feel that you had no right to spank her yourself.”

“I see. Well Marsha offered me the chance to spank her, and even told her to come back here to my home so I could continue. Please know I didn’t just take it upon myself.”

“No no, I understand completely. Marsha should’ve known better, but I digress. I just wanted to apologize for Michelle’s transgression, and to let you know that although I disapprove of you taking matters into your hands when I can already do that, I appreciate your work. What did you use?”

“Well I gave her 25 with the switch out in the courtyard, then she came back here and I used my hand and my hairbrush.”

“Intriguing. I’ve never used a switch on her. I’ve rarely ever caned her.”

“Maybe that’s why she came around with pot,” Bernice said with some snide. Jane made a face. She was not happy. 

“Excuse me?”

“Well certain behaviors need to be nipped in the bud immediately before they get worse. I don’t and would never spank my son, but I’m a pretty strict parent when he steps out of line. I don’t need him growing up to be a troublemaker.”

“But what does that have to do with me?”

“Well...if Michelle was more properly disciplined, given an actual hard punishment, it’d probably stop her from ever looking at a joint again.”

“Michelle IS already firmly disciplined when needed.”

“Not well enough, I guess.” Jane scowled. 

“Do you think what she got tonight was enough?”

“Honestly? Could’ve used a little more, but my husband and son were coming home soon.”

“I see. Well why don’t you come over the next time Michelle needs a spanking and we can compare our different styles of punishment. You can spank her again if you’d like.”

“How’s tomorrow?”

“I’d rather not spank her again until the marks you left with the switch heal a bit more. I’ll leave this punishment be and discipline her the next time she needs one. And you’re more than welcome to come observe and join. We can compare styles.”

“I think I will.”

Meanwhile…

Michelle laid on the couch in just a T shirt and mesh basketball shorts. Her shorts laid around her knees as she gingerly held two bags of ice on her burning behind. The switch marks stung a heck of a lot more than a usual spanking did on her ass. She was scrolling through Facebook with one hand and holding the ice down with the other when there was a knock at the door. 

Rolling her eyes, Michelle took the ice packs off and placed them on the coffee table before reaching for a towel she had laying nearby. She took the towel and dried her butt as carefully as she could before standing up. She reached back and touched her butt and pulled back quickly - she may be dry, but it still hurt. She very carefully slid her shorts back up and walked over to the door and opened it. 

“What took so long?” Marsha asked, walking past Michelle into the apartment. Michelle inhaled through her nose before responding,

”Sorry, I was doing something.”

”I see,” Marsha said, noticing the bags of ice. “How was your visit with Bernice?”

“Ugh. Fine. She spanked me like she wanted.”

”I see. Jane’s upset that I let her spank you. Not sure why. Come here.” Michelle dreaded that command, and even hated herself a bit for immediately walking to the couch as Marsha sat down. Not another spanking. C’mon. “Stand in front of me and bare your ass. Let me see.” Michelle winced as she stood directly before Marsha. 

“Not another spanking, please,” she moaned. 

”You can plead all you want, but you’ll never talk your way out of an ass warming. Not that you’re getting one now, but you will if you don’t do as your told. Now, turn around and bare your butt.” Michelle turned her back to Marsha and slid her shorts down to her knees. “Bend over, stick your ass out,” came the next command. Michelle did as she was told. Marsha examined Michelle’s red, marked cheeks, rubbing them and rubbing her finger across a few of the switch marks. Michelle flinched and pulled forward a bit, moaning from the pain. 

“I’m not sure what Jane is complaining about. Bernice did a good job. Frankly I would’ve gone a little harder on you. What’d she use?”

”Her hand and her hairbrush,” came Michelle’s miserable reply. 

“I see,” Marsha replied, patting her finger on the blister on Michelle’s cheek. Michelle cringed and let out a little whine of discomfort. “And the ice. Does Jane know you’re using that?”

”Why does it matter?”

”I don’t think Jane wants you using that. She wants the punishment to last, to leave an imprint. Put the ice back in the freezer and don’t you dare try that stunt again.” She finished off with a slap to Michelle's right ass cheek. Michelle jumped forward and let out a little yelp from the pain. As Michelle jumped forward, she bent down to pick up her shorts. Eagle eyed Marsha took notice down below and held her hands out and grabbed the waistband of her shorts and held them in place at Michelle’s knees. 

“Wait a second.” She bent forward and peered down into Michelle’s shorts to see nothing in there.  “Where are your panties?” Michelle tried to move away but Marsha kept her grip on the shorts holding her in place.

“I’m not wearing them right now.”

“And why is that?”

“Because one, as you saw I was icing my ass. And two, I didn’t want my underwear clinging to the marks from the switch. It hurt extra.”

“I don’t care if it hurt extra. It’s a spanking, it’s supposed to hurt.”

“The spanking finished already in Bernice’s apartment. I’m in my own apartment now, where I can go commando if I want to. It’s bad enough I have Jane having to approve of the panties I buy before I can wear them, but I can freeball it if I want.”

“First off, the spanking might be over but the punishment involves feeling the sting after. Secondly, part of your contract with Jane involves panties being worn at ALL times. And here we are and you’re breaking a rule right after being spanked!”

“Listen. I-”

“Icing your ass, not wearing panties, and giving me an attitude. I don’t know where your parents went wrong in raising you but clearly you haven’t learned well enough.”

The door to the apartment opened and in walked Jane, shutting the door behind her. She looked into the living room and saw her young roommate standing in front of the couch in just a t shirt and shorts which sat around her knees. Her hands covered her groin while her friend sat on the couch holding on to her shorts from behind. In any apartment on earth this would be weird. Here it was just the norm.

“What’s going on?” Jane asked.

“She was icing her ass AND not wearing panties,” Marsha tattled.

“Michelle!” Jane chastised.

“My ass hurts so much. Underwear on just made it hurt more,” Michelle complained.

“That’s the price you pay for a punishment,” Jane said as she approached the living room. “Which apparently was VERY deserved today.”

“And yet not enough,” Marsha said. “She even complained about you approving her panties first.”

“Again we have to go through this, Michelle?” Jane asked.

“No,” Michelle said.

“Seems like we do. I didn’t want to have to punish you again tonight, but given your careless treatment of the contract you signed and the rules you agreed to, it seems we have no choice.” Michelle’s heart fell.

“Please, no!”

“You know that’s not how this works,” Jane said mercilessly as she approached the couch. “Marsha, would you mind?”

“Not at all,” Marsha said, letting go of Michelle’s shorts. She stood up and took the ice Michelle was using and walked over to the kitchen and put the ice in the freezer before taking a seat facing the living room as Jane took her spot on the couch. “Good thing I ate dinner already.”

“Indeed, so you’re more than welcome to stay. Michelle. Come here now.” Michelle wandered over, pouting.

“Please, it already hurts so much…”

“But not enough for you to have learned your lesson, it seems. Over my lap.”

Michelle moaned as she positioned herself over Jane’s knees on the couch, red and sore ass in her lap. Her shorts fell down to her ankles as she did. Jane rubbed her already sore butt.

“Bringing home pot, lying about it, getting punished for it…and you still couldn’t be done, huh?” asked the older roommate.

“Please,” begged the younger roommate.

“Jane do you want me to get you anything? A paddle? A cane?”

“No Marsha. Michelle already got the brush and the switch. I’m just going to use my hand on her already sore cheeks and hope that it teaches her something.”

“Alright. But if 50 from the switch didn’t do anything, maybe an additional 50 from the cane will do the trick.” Michelle whimpered at the thought.

“Noted. But just 50 from my hand, per cheek, will hopefully be enough for now. Right Michelle?”

“Yes Jane.”

“Good. Here we go.”

Jane began spanking Michelle, alternating between her butt cheeks, left right left right. Michelle moaned and screamed as Jane mercilessly slapped her already sore and wet switch marks. 

“Ouch! Ow!” Michelle cried as Jane assaulted her sore spots.

“I just can’t believe you Michelle. Pot!”

“I was going ouch! To smoke it! Ahhh ow!”

“Sure you weren’t.”

The reign of terror continued over the next 2 minutes. Slaps and cries and kicks as Jane spanked Michelle with Marsha nodding in solidarity. Jane made sure to focus mostly on the spots on the cheeks where there were switch marks, including a few swats on the blister. 

After a few moments of nonstop slaps, the spanking was done. Jane stretched her right hand as Michelle moaned and cried from how much her ass hurt.

Jane examined her ass. The spots on Michelle’s lower cheeks where the switch marks were were now extra red all around. 

“Get up and go to your room, Michelle.” Michelle stood up and scurried off to her room, leaving her shorts down and holding her ass in pain as she sobbed. 

“Good job, though I would’ve used an implement or two. Good thing I caught her using that ice,” Marsha commented.

“Yes. Thank you Marsha, you know how I feel about using ice. Anyway, I headed over to Bernice’s apartment and spoke with her and her mother about how I felt about her disciplining Michelle. We talked about why she did what she did, how, and the like. I was angry. She even insinuated that I’M the reason that she had to spank Michelle because apparently I don’t discipline hard enough. So the next time Michelle needs to be disciplined, Bernice and her mom will be joining us.”  

“Good,” Marsha sounded off in approval. 

A few days later, Michelle was in the private bathroom at work, pants and panties down, checking her behind in the mirror. Her butt had healed nearly 100% from the disastrous experience she had a few nights earlier. The stripes from the switch were all gone. The blood blister was now just a little pimple. Finally almost healed and she could sit comfortably again.

After redressing herself and washing her hands, she returned to her cubicle and got back to work.  Moments later, Brad popped by. The reason she had had a sore ass in the first place. She hadn’t seen him since he’d given her the joint that ruined her Monday. 

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Not much.”

“What’s wrong? You sound like you’ve got an attitude.”

“Nothing, nothing. Everything’s okay.”

“How was the you know what?” 

“The what?”

“The you know, the devil’s lettuce?”

“Oh. Yeah it was okay.”

“Did it mellow you out? Did you feel relaxed?”

“Eh, not really, no.”

“Hmm. That’s odd, I’m sorry. I have some edibles if you wanna try one? Not right now obviously.”

“I’m good, I think I’ll pass.”

“Come on; this will have a better effect,” he said, going over to his desk and returning with a wrapped up, seemingly innocent looking brownie. “Just take one bite and it’ll be more than enough to calm your nerves.”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Come on; you’re all stressed and tense about something. I can tell. Just take it,” he insisted, leaving it on her desk. Michelle picked it up and looked at it, then placed it back down.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Trust me, you won’t regret it.”

Or so she thought.

Michelle got home and walked into her apartment at around 5:30pm. Jane was on the couch, bundled up in a blanket. 

“Hey, are you alright?” Michelle asked as she took her shoes off. 

“No,” came Jane’s stuffed up reply. “I feel awful. Not Covid but probably the flu.”

“I’m sorry, is there anything I can do?”

“No thank you. I’m about to take myself some soup and then I’m going to lay down.”

“Aw. Well feel better,” Michelle said as she put her bag on the kitchen table and walked to the bathroom. As her bag settled on the table, it fell over and some of the contents spilled out, including some papers, her purse, and the brownie she’d stuffed in there and meant to throw out.

Jane stood up and headed for the kitchen to make her soup. As she passed the table, she looked at the mess that came tumbling out of her roommate’s bag - and the brownie caught her eye. Fearing the worst after Monday night, she grabbed it and read the label - “Ed’s Edibles, pot-infused brownie.” She exhaled air through her nose with fury - she saw red. After a few moments of thinking, she took out her phone and made a call.

Michelle came out of the bathroom a few minutes later and came to the kitchen to find Jane waiting and holding the brownie.

“Fuck,” Michelle let slip out.

“Fuck? That’s what you have to say?” Jane sneezed out.

“I-I’m sorry, I meant, I meant to throw that out.”

“Mhm I’m sure that’s why you brought this home, to throw it out. Michelle are you kidding me? After the other night?” Jane coughed up a fit after getting that out.

“I swear to you I wasn’t going to eat it!”

“Then why do you have it?”

“A co-worker gave it to me to try, same as the joint. And I didn’t want either.”

“And yet here you are with the brownie, just like how you brought the joint home. To throw it out because you didn’t want it. You must think I was born yesterday, huh?”

“No, really!”

“If I wasn’t feeling so sick, I’d punish you right now. But I can barely lift my head, let alone a paddle. And Marsha’s away for a few days so I can’t even call on her…” Michelle, almost paralyzed with fear, felt almost at ease. Was she getting out of a punishment? “But…” Jane began, quashing Michelle’s hopes with her congested voice, “I want you to go see Bernice.” Michelle shuddered. 

“Bernice?”

“Yes - ACHOO! - Bernice will punish you today on my behalf since I can’t. She knows you’re coming and why. And she’ll let me know if she doesn’t see you.”

“But Jane,”

“No buts, except yours being punished by Bernice. And before you go…” Jane went to her room and came back a few moments later with a small leather strap, a wooden paddle, and a wooden cane. “She requested these,” she said, handing them to Michelle. The young woman took the implements of torture with no delight. 

“I…”

“Michelle, enough. Go see Bernice. She’s expecting you now.” Swallowing her pride, Michelle took the implements, stepped back into her shoes, and left her apartment. As she headed for Bernice’s apartment, she knew what awaited her would be mercilessly and painful. She began brainstorming ways to get out of it. She DID have an ace up her sleeve in terms of an idea, but she was saving it for a rainy day. But it seemed like that time was now…

A few minutes later, Michelle arrived at the apartment where just a few nights before she was spanked by a stranger while her elderly mother looked on. She fought every instinct in her body to rub and knocked. A moment later, Bernice answered. 

“Hello again, Michelle,” Bernice greeted her, unamused. “You don’t look happy to see me.” Michelle scowled. 

“I’m not.”

“I wouldn’t be if I were you. Come in, let’s get started.”

Michelle walked in and found herself back in the apartment where she got her most recent spanking. In the middle of the living room sat the chair that Bernice had spanked Michelle on the other night. She took a seat as Michelle stood before her awkwardly.   

“First, go ahead and put those implements on the coffee table, please.” Michelle did as she was told and stood to face Bernice. “Alright, take off your shoes and your socks.” 

“My socks too?” 

“Socks too.”

Michelle rolled her eyes as she kicked off her shoes and put them next to the couch. She then lifted up each leg to take off her socks and put them in her shoes. She returned before Bernice who was holding the leather paddle and examining it. 

“I might start with this and skip using my hand entirely. Seems like you’ve earned a harsher start.” Michelle groaned. “But why are you just standing there? You know the drill. Take off your pants.” Michelle unbuttoned her khakis and pulled them down to her knees before bending back up. “All the way off,” Bernice instructed, annoyed. Michelle picked up her legs and pulled her pants all the way off, laying them on the couch. Bernice nodded at Michelle’s groin, specifically the yellow bikini panties with the orange trim around the waistband. “Ahem? Underwear?” she asked impatiently, pulling at the side of Michelle’s panties waistband and letting them snap back at her waist. Michelle slowly took the sides of her panties and pulled them all the way down, stepping out of them and tossing them on the couch. Bernice patted her lap.

“Alright, over my knees.” Michelle cringed as she climbed over Bernice’s lap. Bernice continued as she rubbed Michelle’s white bubble butt, “I can’t believe that after what we did to you the other night, you brought drugs back! Were we not strict enough?”

“Listen! I had no intention of doing drugs, I-”

“I don’t want to hear it. You brought an edible into the building where other people live. You have no regard for other people, or the law for that matter. You’re a selfish, self centered little brat.”

“Hey!”

“And the punishment you got the other night clearly wasn’t enough.”

“Hey listen… I have to be honest, I don’t really feel good,” Michelle said trying to sound like she was in pain.

“Oh?”

“Yeah… I’m not sure if I have what Jane has, but I feel like I’m sick.”

“Really? What hurts?”

“My stomach hurts, my head hurts…”

“Oh no. In that case, stand up.” Michelle hurriedly got up, as did Bernice. “Put your underwear and pants back on and follow me. You can leave those implements and your shoes.” Michelle quickly got redressed and, unsure of what to think, followed Bernice out of her apartment. Did her plan work?

Once outside in the hallway, Bernice locked the apartment door behind her and with a different key on her key ring, opened the very next door to the left and headed in. Intrigued but nervous, Michelle followed in. Once the lights were turned on, Michelle found herself in a large apartment renovated into a doctor’s office. The front of the apartment was a little waiting area with chairs. Where the kitchen normally would be were cabinets filled with equipment. The living room was the main office, complete with a conventional patient cabinet chair on one side, a dental chair on the other side, and the walls were lined tables and cabinets. Attached to the ceiling were lights and lamps on large movable poles. Michelle took it all in as she looked around.

“I didn’t know you were a doctor or you were allowed to have an office in here,” she said.

“It’s true; this is my home office,” Bernice said, stepping from the kitchen area now dressed in a white coat. “Now, you said your head and stomach hurt?”

“I…” Michelle couldn’t answer before Bernice stood before her, putting the back of her hand to Michelle’s forehead. “Hm… you don’t feel warm but let’s take your temperature anyway…”

Michelle watched, nervous but possibly excited that she may get out of a bottom warning yet, as Bernice walked over to a table by the wall and put on a medical mask. She then picked up a pair of disposable turquoise rubber gloves. One hand by one, she pulled them on before picking up a thermometer and a small jar of petroleum jelly. She placed them in the pockets of her jacket and took a chair and placed it in the middle of the room between the patient cabinet chair and the dental chair.

“Come here, Michelle,” she instructed. Michelle went over to her and opened her mouth. “Nuh uh. Put your hands on your head.” Michelle went wide eyed - she HATED that command as nothing good ever came from it.

“Why??”

“Because I’m the doctor and that’s the doctor’s orders.”

“You’re not my doctor.”

“Right now for today, I am. And I am in charge of punishing you, and in this moment, taking care of you. Now obey the doctor and put your hands on your head.” Bernice meant business and Michelle, not wanting to upset her would-be spanker anymore, put her hands on top of her head as she’d done so many times before. She cringed as Bernice’s gloved hands unbuttoned and unzipped her khakis and pulled them right back down to her knees. She cringed even harder as the gloved hands then went back up and took the sides of her yellow panties and brought them down to her knees as well. Michelle had only met this woman twice, and this was the third time she stood before her completely exposed from the waist down - twice in 10 minutes.

“Over my knees again,” came the next command. 

“I thought you were taking my temperature first…” Michelle pouted.

“I am. Over,” Bernice demanded firmly, patting her lap. Confused and frightened, Michelle retook her almost natural position, bent over someone’s lap, and put her hands on the floor. Bernice reached into the pocket of her white doctor’s coat and pulled out the thermometer and the jelly, placing the little jar of jelly on the small of Michelle’s back, finally making the bare bottomed girl realize what was about to happen.

“Whoa whoa whoa, you didn’t say you were taking it like THAT!” she protested. 

“I said I was taking your temperature, and this IS the most accurate way to get the right temperature…” Bernice said, opening the jar and swirling the thermometer in the jelly.

“But.. why not my mouth? It’s accurate!”

“Not as accurate as your bottom. Now hush and stay still.” With that, Bernice used her hands on the lower half of Michelle’s butt cheeks to spread them and gently slid the thermometer between her cheeks and into her butthole. Michelle cringed and went wide eyed - she’d never had anything go in the back door before and didn’t want to start now. Once the thermometer was in as far as it should go, Bernice held on to it with her right pointer and thumb. 

“This will give us the most proper reading,” Bernice explained, starting to swirl the thermometer a bit.

“Ewww no don’t twirl it!” Michelle whined.

“Trust me, you’re fine. You’re not the only person whose rectal temperature I’ve taken. Hell, not even the first one today.”

“Wait. This thermometer has been in other people’s asses?!”

“Of course. What do you think, I bought a special one for you?”

“Oh my god that’s so gross! I’m so uncomfortable right now, take it out!”

“It’s been cleaned and sanitized, Michelle. I’ll take it out in a minute when it’s done…”

“Oh my god…”

Annoyed at the constant pouting from the girl in her lap, Bernice pushed the thermometer in another inch. Michelle groaned and wiggled a bit out of discomfort. After what felt like forever, the thermometer beeped, and Bernice slowly pulled it out and checked the temperature.

“97.8. No fever,” the older woman said. “You’re sure you don’t feel good?”

“I don’t.”

“I see… stand up.” Michelle stood up and started pulling her panties back up. Bernice stood up too. “No no, take off your pants and your panties again,” she instructed as she walked over to the table again. She placed the thermometer and jelly down on a piece of paper towel before changing her gloves to a new pair.

Michelle pouted as she pulled her khakis off one leg at a time, followed by her panties. “Put them on the chair I was just sitting on,” Bernice instructed. Michelle placed them on the chair and resumed covering her groin. “Hands on your head,” came the dreaded next command. Michelle immediately put her hands on top of her head and faced Bernice.

“You know, I’ve had my suspicions about you since the first night I met you,” the doctor said.

“Sure,” Michelle said, annoyed.

“You’ve brought marijuana home twice to this apartment where children live. MY child lives here. And you don’t seem to care. And all you do is deny deny deny.”

“Because I was never going to smoke it!”

“Right. And maybe you’re not doing well medically. Maybe that’s why. So as a doctor, I’m going to do the right thing and give you a full check up and examination to make sure you’re doing okay.”

“What? No, you don’t need to do that. I already have a doctor.”

“And yet here you are, Michelle. So either you’re sick and don’t feel well, and maybe that’s why you’re acting up. You’re not naughty, just not feeling well. That or you’re fine and naughty, and you’re lying to try and get out of a punishment. Which, if I find out you’re not actually sick, you’ll be getting much more severe than planned. So let’s give you a proper check up.”

“I don’t want a check up.”

“Then do you want me to call the police on you having this pot brownie?”

“I… no…”

“Then let’s see how sick you are. But first, did you get your flu shot this year?”

“No?”

“And it sounds like Jane might have it.”

“Yeah.”

“So we’re going to have to give you your flu shot just in case Jane has it.”

“I don’t want the flu shot.”

“Don’t be silly. It’s important. Doctor knows best after all. Now come over to the chair,” Bernice led Michelle, hands still atop her head, over to the patient cabinet chair. “Hop up and lay down on your stomach,” came the next command. Taking her hands off her head, Michelle climbed atop the chair and laid on her stomach. 

Bernice walked over to her table and looked in her drawer before returning to her bottomless patient with a needle and an alcohol pad. Michelle watched her every move.

“What are you doing?” she asked nervously. Bernice leaned down to Michelle’s butt and took the pad and started wiping down around the lower half of her left cheek.

“I have to make sure the area is wiped down with alcohol before you get your shot…” 

“I don’t want the shot there…”

“Doctor’s orders…” 

After a few seconds, Bernice stopped wiping Michelle’s butt cheek and held up the needle. She gave the end of it a little flick before sticking it into Michelle’s left butt cheek in the swabbed area. 

“Ouch!” Michelle cried and gripped the side of the chair as the needle went in. Bernice pushed down on the plunger slowly, making sure to get it all in before pulling the needle out and swabbing the shot area again for a few seconds.

Bernice disposed of the needle and pad in a garbage can before replacing her gloves. 

“That covers your head and your flu shot, but you also said your stomach hurts?” she asked. Michelle had no idea what to say next.

“Uh, yeah,” she said, unsure. Bernice heard the uncertainty in her voice and knew what to do next. 

“Alright. Prop yourself up on your knees and elbows and stick your butt out.” Michelle, rubbing the spot where she got the shot, got into the position as instructed. Bernice walked over to Michelle’s butt and spread her cheeks again. Michelle cringed not knowing what to expect - until she felt pressure on her butthole again, this time a thick, rubber feeling. 

“Whoa, whaaaaaahhh!” Michelle whined as Bernice, holding Michelle’s left cheek apart with her left hand, stuck her right pointer finger up Michelle’s bottom.

“Just making sure we’re okay in here…” Bernice commented as she stuck her finger in a little deeper and felt around.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god no no no take your fucking finger out of my ass!” Michelle whined.

“Hmm…” Bernice paid Michelle’s bellyaching no mind, feeling around for a little more before taking her finger out and walking back to the cabinets and replacing her gloves once again. Michelle stayed kneeling in shock, horrified she just had a finger up her butt. As Michelle processed what just happened, Bernice was at the sink, filling up a red latex bag with cool water. 

A few moments later, Bernice walked over to Michelle holding the bag, filled to capacity with 2 quarts of water. Attached to the bag was a long white hose. Bernice hummed to herself as took a metal pole with hooks on top from against the wall and placed it up against the chair next to Michelle’s butt. She took the red bag and hung it up on the hook.

“Well, nothing seemed wrong with your rectum,” Bernice began.

“I didn’t say my rectum hurt, I said,” 

“I know, you said your stomach hurt. I just wanted to make sure you were good before we moved on to the next step.”

“What is that?”

“To help with your stomach problem I’m going to give you an enema. 2 full quarts and before you ask, yes, you have to take the whole thing.”

“An enema?! Are you serious?”

“Do I sound like I’m joking?”

“Bernice, please…”

“This will help relieve your stomach and your colon of any issues and help you feel better. Now stick your butt out.” Michelle whined as she did what she was told. Bernice walked over to the counter and picked up the petroleum jelly again and returned to the chair. Opening the jelly, she took the end of the hose attached to the enema bag and began swirling it in the jelly. “Wanna make sure this goes in smoothly…”

Once the hose was good and lubricated, Bernice put the jelly down and took the hose to Michelle’s butt. Spreading her cheeks again, Bernice forcefully put the hose in a few inches up Michelle’s butt. Michelle moaned.

“Stay still, dear. This is going to feel cold,” Bernice warned as she unclamped the hose. Almost immediately the water poured out and went into Michelle.

“Ahhhh oh my godddd…” Michelle whined, wide eyed. Bernice held the bag still as the water flooded out. 

“Stay still. You’re going to take in every last drop.”

Michelle tried to hold in position as the cold water came rushing in, flooding her colon. She whined and moaned, eventually grabbing at her stomach due to the cramping.

“Please, no more…” she begged.

“Not done yet,” Bernice replied coldly, tapping the bag. 

“Ohhhhh….” Michelle began tearing up as the water still flooded up her butt. “I can’t take anymore…”

“You can and will.”

After a few moments, the bag was empty, all the water now inside Michelle. Bernice slowly pulled the enema hose out of Michelle’s butt and moved the metal pole away from the chair before putting her left hand on the small of Michelle’s back and her right hand rubbing her butt.

“There we go. How does it feel?”

“Oh my god it feels awful. I’m cramping. I have to go to the bathroom.”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?!”

“You have to hold that first.”

“What?!”

“To make sure the enema collects and gets rid of everything, you have to hold it. Here, arch your back, stick your butt up.”

“For how long?!” Michelle arched her back, crying.

“A few minutes. I’ll tell you when you can go to the bathroom. But don’t you let out a single drop of that enema.”

“C’monnnn!”

“Nope. If one drop of water comes out you get another 2 full quarts. And that water will be hot.” 

“Bernice..”

“Hold it in. Be strong.” 

As Michelle knelt there, cringing and clenching and crying, Bernice rubbed her butt cheeks, commenting, “I know you’re upset that your butt is hurting. But if I find out you’re lying about being sick, it’s going to hurt that much more.” Michelle sobbed. 

After another full minute of torment, Bernice relented. “Okay. You can go to the bathroom now. Don’t get anything anywhere but in the toilet.”

Michelle, still clenching, managed to get off of the table and waddled as fast as she could to the bathroom, trying not to break. She slammed the door behind her as she rushed in, and Bernice could hear the sound of Michelle screaming with release and relief as she sat on the toilet.

While Michelle dealt with the after effects of the enema, Bernice removed the enema bag and cleaned up the area from where she was working, washing the things she was using and putting them away. 

15 minutes later, Michelle finally emerged from the bathroom. She was violated. Traumatized. Cleaned out. She kept her hands in front of crotch as she walked over to Bernice who stood by the cabinet chair. 

“How do you feel?” the doctor asked. 

“Cleaned out,” Michelle moaned. 

“How’s your stomach?”

“Better.”

“Got it all out.”

“Oh, definitely.”

“I see. Hop up onto the chair and kneel again. Stick your butt back out.” Michelle squeezed her eyes closed and moaned. 

“Bernice…”

“Now.”

Michelle climbed back up on to the chair and knelt forward, sticking her bottom out. Bernice spread her cheeks again, this time taking a wet wipe and wiping her butt. Michelle groaned. 

“What are you doing?!”

“Wiping you to make sure you’re clean…”

“I’m a grown woman. I know how to wipe my ass.”

“Just making sure, it WAS an intense enema…” Bernice wiped Michelle’s bottom a bit more and checked the wet wipe and between Michelle’s cheeks. “There, all clean.” Bernice tossed the wet wipe in the garbage and changed her gloves.

“I was already clean…”

“Marsha mentioned that part of your living arrangement is that you get clean panty checks? Because she found a skidmark in your panties? So forgive me for not automatically believing you can wipe yourself.”

“Okay, that was a misunderstanding. It was chocolate that melted..”

“On your underwear? Give me a break. In fact, let’s see.” Bernice walked over to her chair and picked up Michelle’s yellow panties and inspected them inside and out. “Hmm. These are clean, no marks…. And your name on the tag. How cute.” She walked back over to the perpetually embarrassed girl. “Okay, turn around and sit up.” 

Michelle did what she was told, relieved to not have her bare ass out anymore for Bernice to torment. Bernice reached under her jacket and pulled up her stethoscope, putting the ear pieces in her ears and placing the disc up Michelle’s shirt and to her chest. She moved it around, listening, as Michelle flinched from how cold it was.

“Heart beat is a little fast…but you also just had your first enema.” Bernice took the disc out and let the stethoscope hang from her neck before she pulled a wooden tongue depressor out from her coat pocket. “Open your mouth, stick out your tongue.” Michelle did as she was told and Bernice stuck the depressor on her tongue and checked the inside of her mouth. “Hmm… seems fine, except your teeth look a little dirty. When’s the last time you saw a dentist?” Bernice took the depressor out.

“I don’t know…”

“I see. Well we can take care of that right here. I AM also a dentist after all.”  

“You’re kidding me.”

“Nope.” Bernice walked towards her dentist chair. “Get dressed again and have a seat in this chair.” Michelle got up and quickly and happily put back on her verified-clean panties and pants before hesitantly sitting in the dental chair. Bernice gathered a few tools from her cabinet and placed them on a side table next to the dental chair before she sat down on her chair next to Michelle and turned on the overhead lamp light above her head. 

“I have a dentist…” Michelle moaned. 

“I bet. But you’re here right now, so we’ll take care of things. Now open your mouth for me,” came the command. Michelle paused for a second before she opened her mouth big and wide. Bernice took a suction hose from the side of the chair, turned it on, and put it in Michelle’s mouth before she went in with her metal scraper and began scraping her teeth. Michelle went wide eyed, gripping the arm rests and cringing. 

“I know it hurts, but maybe you should clean your teeth better,” Bernice scolded. Bernice kept scraping around, grabbing any caked up food and letting it fall out to be suctioned up. Michelle whined and squeezed her eyes closed, unable to verbalize her complaints of “this hurts, take it out!” After a few moments of scraping, Bernice took the scraper and the suction hose out. “Alright, rinse.”

Michelle grabbed a cup, filled it from the side sink and rinsed, spitting blood out into the sink. She rinsed a few more times before putting the cup down.

“Alright, open your mouth again,” Bernice commanded. Fighting every instinct to keep her lip zipped, Michelle opened again. Bernice went again, this time with floss, flossing between her teeth aggressively. Michelle whined and cried as Bernice flossed. A few minutes later after flossing as much as she could, Bernice stopped and threw the used floss away.   

Finally, Bernice went over to a cabinet and pulled out a toothbrush and toothpaste. She put the toothpaste on the brush before returning to Michelle’s side. Michelle swallowed any remnants of pride and opened her mouth again as Bernice returned her hand inside her mouth, this time brushing her teeth. After 2 minutes, Bernice stopped and told Michelle “stick out your tongue.” She did as she was told and Bernice brushed her tongue as well before finishing. “Alright, rinse.”

Michelle quickly rinsed a few times, spitting out all the remaining toothpaste, blood and food particles from Bernice’s journey inside her mouth. She thought she couldn’t feel any more violated than she did after the enema, and yet here she was.

Bernice stood up and placed the toothbrush on the counter. “Alright, your teeth are clean now. How do you feel?”

“Violated.”

“Don’t give me stupid answers. How do you feel?”

“I feel fine, okay?”

“Fine? So not sick, huh?” Michelle could curse herself out. Shit. “As I figured. You don’t seem sick at all. You were just lying to try and get out of your spanking. Which is now going to be worse, by the way. Now get up and let’s go.”

Michelle, knowing the pain that awaited her, slowly stood up as Bernice shut off the lamp of the dental chair and took off her coat and rubber gloves. “I’ll be back to tidy up in here later. But first, you have a punishment coming. Let’s go.” Bernice headed for the door and Michelle followed, hoping to never return to this wretched doctor’s office again, but also dreading the inevitable punishment awaiting her back in Bernice’s apartment…