Thug's Lesson
There is a lot of money to be made selling prescription medication on the black market. All you need is a gullible doctor willing to write prescriptions without asking too many questions. When his regular doctor's surgery closes down, Kirk Redmond assumes he can continue his little scam elsewhere. But he's not come across someone as cunning as Doctor Moore before and is in for a very painful shock.
Mary Phelps is back at the doctor's. Having done so much good work helping others, it's time to book an appointment for a check-up for herself.
Dawn Porter is nearing the end of her work experience placement at the surgery and greets Mary warmly. She's a little disappointed to see she's alone - no young man in tow for her to humiliate.
"So have you enjoyed yourself here Dawn?" Asks Mary. "I bet you've learnt an awful lot."
"Oh yes! It's been very educational. I can't wait to tell everyone all about it when I get back to school," says Dawn.
"I've got to take my dog Fiffy to the vets after this, poor thing." Mary and Dawn chat freely, unaware of a man slinking in through the door and marching towards the reception desk.
Kirk Redmond is on a mission and doesn't want to hang around - he's got people waiting for what he's hoping to pick up today.
He barges Mary rudely out of the way, interrupting their conversation. "I need a prescription for antidepressants. And quickly, I'm in a hurry," he says aggressively.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" Asks Dawn - not sure how to handle the arrogant man stood before her.
Kirk tuts. His last doctor just used to leave his prescription waiting for him. "I'm Kirk Redmond. I used to go to the Kings Road Surgery but it closed - so they sent me here."
"But Mrs Phelps was in front of you," she says, put out that this nasty man has come in and is being so demanding.
He stares at her menacingly. "Look, I've got people to see OK? So just get me my prescription and I'll be gone," he says.
"But..." says Dawn, a little flustered, "I'm just here on work experience. I can't write you a prescription. I'll have to ask the doctor."
"You can take a seat over there," she concludes. Kirk growls angrily and stalks off to the corner of the reception area.
"How rude!" Says Mary - upset at the way the man pushed passed her without an apology.
"So anyway, as I was saying." Mary walks back to the reception desk and resumes her conversation with Dawn. Kirk sits but fidgets constantly, wanting to be out of here as soon as possible.
He checks his watch and twiddles his thumbs thinking of how much money he's going to make while the older woman and receptionist witter on.
Even though he's only just sat down Kirk is already getting impatient. He's had enough of waiting already and leaps out of the chair.
He storms back over to Dawn, roughly shoving Mary aside once again much to her chagrin. "What's taking so long? I can't hang around here all day!"
"Just be a good little girl and run along and get the doctor to write out a prescription. Or else..." He leaves the sentence hanging.
Dawn isn't at all impressed or threatened by his bluster but decides to go and fetch the doctor anyway so she can deal with him.
She shakes her head as she walks past Mary, the two of them exchanging glances. Just who does he think he is?
"Some people need to learn some manners," says Mary to Dawn as she passes - making sure it's loud enough for Kirk to hear.
But he's not interested in anything <em>she</em> has to say - he just wants his pills. Realising she's not going to be seen as quickly as she would have liked, Mary decides to take a seat.
Kirk is trying to work out how much he can get for each tablet when Dawn returns with the doctor just behind her.
"This is the one making all the fuss," she says - indicating in Kirk's direction as Doctor Moore enters the room. Kirk is surprised to see that the doctor is a woman and it throws him.
"I understand you're here for a prescription? Why don't you come through to my room and we can have a chat about it?" Says the doctor soothingly.
"Nah. I ain't got time for that. It's a repeat - I don't need an examination or nothing," he says - adopting a slightly more polite tone now he's speaking to the person in charge.
"It's OK, it'll only take a few minutes and won't hurt," says Doctor Moore with a winning smile, "I can't write you a prescription until we've discussed what it is you need." Kirk thinks about it for a few minutes.
He hasn't got time to try another surgery so agrees and follows the doctor as she disappears off down the corridor.
Doctor Moore seats herself at her desk and Kirk stands there awkwardly. He's aware that he needs her cooperation so will have to control himself.
"Right then. As I don't have access to your notes, perhaps you can tell me a bit about your condition and what medication you're on?" Says the doctor - wanting to sound him out although she's already suspicious of him.
Kirk starts to get frustrated again. His customers won't wait forever - if he doesn't deliver they'll seek their thrills elsewhere.
He reaches down and grabs the doctor's prescription pad off the desk and shoves it in her direction. "Just write the damned prescription so I can get to the chemist before it closes," he says crossly.
Doctor Moore looks down at the pad. 'So that's his game,' she thinks to herself, 'well we'll see about that!'
"Take a seat Mr Redmond," she says sternly, "or you'll be leaving here empty handed."
Kirk does as he's told realising he'll have to reign in his attitude if he wants to get anything out of this woman.
"So tell me, what antidepressants does your doctor usually prescribe you? Xanax?" Asks Doctor Moore.
"Yeah. Yeah! Xanax - give me some of that," he says. He doesn't know much about antidepressants or how they work but he recognises the name and immediately knows its street value.
"And maybe some Mogadon and Prozac too? Just to be on the safe side of course," she sees his greedy eyes light up as she tempts him further. "Good idea. I'll have all of it!" He enthuses.
"In that case I'll need to perform a full examination. I need to be sure that you're physically healthy enough to be taking such strong medication." Kirk mulls over the doctor's words not sure what to do.
Doctor Moore stands up. "I'm certain you're perfectly fit but I do need to check. And then you can be on your way to the chemist," she says encouragingly.
Kirk still isn't sure. He doesn't really know what an examination will entail. But he desperately wants the pills so doesn't resist when the doctor helps him up.
"Would you like a chaperone?" She asks with a smile. Kirk has no idea what that means. It must be some new kind of medication! "Yeah. Give me some of that too," he says.
"Now let's get started. We just need to take all your clothes off starting with your top," says Doctor Moore. "What?" Says Kirk in surprise. "But surely you can examine me with my clothes on?"
"I'm afraid not. It has to be a full examination otherwise I can't write your prescription. You're not scared are you?" Kirk realises that he has no choice - but isn't at all happy. "OK, let's just get it over and done with so I can get out of here," he says - not realising what he's letting himself in for.
Kirk's profitable sideline requires him to get a steady supply of anti-depressants. But Doctor Moore is far stricter than the dodgy practice he used to get them from. She insists she cannot write a prescription until she's completed a full naked examination. Something that Kirk reluctantly has to agree to.
Doctor Moore smiles to herself. She can see that behind the threatening facade Kirk is just like all other men - intimidated by female doctors and nervous about being naked in front of them.
Sensing his reluctance the doctor decides to help him out and grabs hold of his top. Kirk is daunted by the thought of having to strip off and tries to think of a way out of it.
He could try threatening her. She's only a woman after all. But then she might have a panic button that calls the police - it's too risky.
If he can just get through the examination this time then on future visits he should just be able to pick up a repeat prescription. Maybe it's worth going along with it to get a steady supply of pills he can flog.
But it does feel strange to be allowing a woman to take his clothes off like this. It goes against his natural instincts to remain in total control at all times.
Doctor Moore expertly slips his vest up over his head. She's got plenty of experience at stripping recalcitrant young men quickly and efficiently.
"Hey! Careful with me threads man - they cost you know!" Says Kirk angrily as the doctor tosses his vest aside. But Doctor Moore ignores him and makes a grab for his belt.
She knows that once she has him completely naked he'll be much more easy to keep in line. Then she can start to teach this mouthy thug the error of his ways. One thing's for sure - he won't be getting any medication from her!
She unbuckles his belt while Kirk kicks off his shoes. She can tell he's trying to drag the process of undressing out and it amuses her.
"Do you need a hand with your trousers?" She asks helpfully. "Nah," Kirk barks in reply, "I can handle it." He doesn't like the thought of the female doctor's hands going too near to his crotch.
Kirk feels awkward as he slowly slides his trousers down. It's a sensation he's not used to and he doesn't like it one bit.
Doctor Moore watches keenly, sizing him up. She's confident that she can handle him if need be. Her aim is to make sure this tearaway learns that he cannot go around exploiting doctors and wasting their time.
As Kirk stacks his clothes up to one side, Doctor Moore goes round behind him and picks up the phone.
She dials the number for her receptionist while Kirk stands there dumbly. "Dawn it's Doctor Moore," she says.
"Hello doctor. How can I help you?" Asks Dawn - eager to offer any assistance required. And she suspects the doctor <em>is</em> going to need assistance with that nasty bully who just went in.
"I need a chaperone for a patient. You don't mind do you?" Doctor Moore asks, knowing Dawn will be only too happy to help out.
Again, Kirk wonders exactly what chaperone is. It must be one of those new varieties that have just come on the market. Whatever it is he's sure he'll be able to find a buyer. Now how much should he charge?
"Good. Good. Thank you so much." Doctor Moore concludes the call and hangs up. She can tell Kirk doesn't have a clue what she's talking about. It will be interesting to see his reaction when he finds out.
Dawn puts down the phone, full of excitement at the new responsibility she's been given and the opportunities it offers.
"Mrs. Phelps?" She calls over to the woman sat waiting in reception. "I just need to pop in to see the doctor for a few minutes. Will you be OK?"
Kirk looks around the room nervously as the doctor moves the screen across. He's always found doctors' surgeries a little unsettling with their posters showing examples of horrible diseases.
Doctor Moore takes her time fiddling with the screen wanting to let him stew for a moment. The more nervous he gets to easier it will be to intimidate him.
"Now then," she says, getting Kirk to stand in front of her, "let's see shall we?" She starts to feel his shoulders and upper torso to check him over.
Kirk is suddenly aware of just how tall she is as she towers over him. He's never felt threatened by a woman before but the doctor just exudes power and confidence.
He doesn't really understand what she is doing but knows he must stand there and let her conduct her examination if he wants his pills.
She seems to be taking ages but he lets her pull and push his head about as she peers closely at him. He keeps his mind focussed on the tidy profit he'll make once he gets out of here.
"Hmmm," says the doctor thoughtfully, "your boxer shorts will need to come off. I can't do a thorough inspection with <em>those</em> on."
Kirk snaps round, covering his crotch defensively. "No! I won't let you," he says. Doctor Moore looks at him aghast. "I beg your pardon? If you want me to write your prescription you'll do <em>exactly</em> what I say," she says sternly.
"You're not shy are you?" She asks mockingly. "I would have thought a big tough guy like you wouldn't be embarrassed so easily."
Kirk stands there thinking. He doesn't want to admit to the doctor that he's actually very uncomfortable with the idea of being naked. But he also knows if he backs out his little business enterprise will come to an end.
"OK. I suppose so. But be quick about it. I can't hang around here all day," he says finally, trying to re-exert himself.
He's barely finished speaking when the doctor grabs hold of the waistband of his underwear and tugs on them sharply.
She whips them down in no time before he can have second thoughts, smiling as she does so - revealing his heavy penis and big dangling testicles.
The speed of her actions causes his penis to fly about as she removes his boxer shorts completely and tosses them well out of his reach.
She stands up and sees over the top of the screen that Dawn has arrived and entered without making a sound.
Having worked in the surgery for a few weeks now Dawn is used to seeing naked me. But it's still a thrill as the screen is slide aside to reveal Kirk in all his glory.
Kirk becomes aware of a presence out of the corner of his eye and turns his head disbelievingly towards Dawn.
'What the fuck?' He thinks to himself in shock as he fully comprehends that there is a fully-clothed girl standing and staring openly at his cock and balls.
He immediately covers his privates, not at all liking the way the girl unashamedly looks at them. He's so stunned that he stands there with his mouth hanging open.
"Hey! What is this? What's going on here?" Kirk demands - confused and upset by the sudden appearance of Dawn. "But you wanted a chaperone, don't you remember?" Asks the doctor, "Well here she is. This is Dawn and she's going to be present throughout your <em>entire</em> examination."
Kirk's plan to get some prescription medication isn't going too well. Having been stripped stark naked by the doctor he no longer feels in control of the situation. But his 'clients' could very well turn nasty if he cannot supply them with what they want. So he has no choice but to submit to the humiliating procedure even though it makes him feel distinctly uneasy.
Kirk is still in shock at the unexpected arrival of Dawn. "But... But she's a girl?" He says dumbly - still not quite sure what is going on.
"Yes - well done. Your observational faculties are clearly working," says the doctor sarcastically as she reaches down and seizes hold of his testicles. Dawn covers her mouth to hide her sniggering.
If Kirk were out on the streets he'd know exactly how to respond but this strange new environment is alien to him and he's more than a little intimidated by the doctor.
Having his privates handled by a woman without his invitation is an insult to his masculinity. But if she sends him away empty handed he'll be in trouble.
Dawn looks down at his penis. It's not like the others she's seen and she's not sure she likes the look of it.
"I think we'll take a few measurements," says Doctor Moore reaching round for something on her desk. 'Oh no!' Thinks Dawn to herself guessing what's coming next.
"So, we need to record the length of Mr Redmond's penis so we can monitor it on future visits," she continues.
"Dawn, now you've had some practice, you should be able to do it by yourself." The schoolgirl's fears are well founded and she's not relishing the task ahead.
The doctor hands her a tape-measure and she takes it gingerly.
Kirk gulps and looks away having guessed what the girl is about to do.
His penis hangs limply between his legs. Normally with women he'd be proud to show it off, but in these circumstances he'd give anything to be able to cover himself up.
"Now take your time," says Doctor Moore encouragingly, "there's no rush." Dawn fiddles with the tape trying to delay as long as she can. Kirk just wishes she'd get on with it.
She reaches down and lines the measure up next to his penis like she was shown before.
Kirk can feel both the tape measure and her fingertips brushing against his penis and shuts his eyes, trying to ignore it.
As soon as she has a good reading Dawn springs up. "It's about three and a half inches," she says with satisfaction and writes it down.
"That's not very big is it?" She says - making Kirk whither internally.
"I thought black men were supposed to have very big willies?" She asks making him feel even worse. The doctor laughs. "Not all of them," she explains.
"And in Mr Redmond here's case I expect the abuses he puts his body through have resulted in a smaller than average penis." Her words make Dawn burst into fits of laughter.
Kirk looks over at the giggling girl feeling wretched, his swagger gone. He suddenly feels very small and weak.
He cannot help himself and hot tears start to roll down his cheeks. He just wants to go home and hide under the duvet.
But the doctor continues her examination regardless and freely handles his penis and testicles.
She jiggles his balls in her hands in a way that makes him wince.
Dawn leans over to take a closer look as Kirk fights to keep himself under control. He's gone too far to back out now and tries to keep focussed on the prize.
He's not sure the money from selling the antidepressants will be enough compensation for what he's having to go through though.
"As you can see, poor diet and an unhealthy lifestyle have also taken their toll on his body," says the doctor.
"He should be a lot more developed but his growth has been retarded, no doubt due to illicit substances." Her words sting Kirk who never considered that he might be in any way deficient.
"Oh the poor stupid man. Why would someone do that to themselves? " Wonders Dawn aloud.
"So that's why his willy is so tiny and shrivelled. Is there nothing we can do to help him Doctor Moore?"
The doctor spins him around. "There may be a course of treatment we can administer to try and reverse things. But first we'll need to take a look at his bottom," she says.
She prods his buttock. "As I expected. Soft and flabby. Not at all as firm as it should be."
"See how far my finger goes into his flesh? A <em>normal</em> man would have a much firmer backside."
Dawn has a squeeze herself. "Ugh! It's all squishy!" She says.
She leans towards the doctor and speaks in hushed tones: "Do you think we should check his anus?" She asks. Kirk's head snaps round. 'What?' He thinks - panicking.
With encouragement from Doctor Moore she places her hands on his bottom and starts to pull his buttock.
The two women reveal his puckered sphincter and peer at it closely.
It feels very strange to Kirk and his whole body starts to tremble with fear. Dawn meanwhile can barely contain herself.
They stretch his backside even more and Kirk can feel cool air against his anus making him even more disturbed.
He cannot understand what they are doing to him nor how this can be at all relevant to his request for medication.
"He's a bit whiffy down there isn't he?" Says Dawn - pretending to be keeping her voice down but making sure it's loud enough that Kirk will hear.
The doctor nods in agreement. "I'm afraid it looks like Mr Redmond hasn't been taking care of his personal hygiene either," she says in a disappointed tone. "I think we're going to have to take action right here and now - our patient is in a very bad way..."
When Kirk arrived at the doctor's surgery he thought he would be the one in control but things haven't quite worked out according to plan. His swagger is gone and he stands afraid and tearful in the presence of the confident women as they examine him thoroughly. And his heart sinks when the doctor pronounces the need to take action...
"Mr. Redmond," says Doctor Moore sternly, "you haven't been looking after yourself properly. You need a reminder of the importance of taking care of your anal hygiene."
Kirk freezes - not entirely understanding what she is saying but frightened nonetheless.
The doctor leads him over to her desk. "Get up here so we can get access to your backside," she says.
Shocked but compliant, Kirk starts to clamber up onto the desk. Dawn is in fits seeing the big tough man obeying so meekly.
Kirk wonders what they intend to do and starts to sweat as the doctor reaches for one of her medical implements.
He peers over his shoulder to try and see what's going on behind him. "I'm going to use this paddle on you to remind you to keep your bottom clean," says Doctor Moore.
Kirk is about to protest - it feels totally wrong to let a woman spank him. But the doctor acts before he can speak.
She whacks his exposed buttocks with the paddle and a loud smacking sound echoes around the room.
"Ouch!" Exclaims Kirk in shock - the pain and embarrassment bringing fresh tears to his eyes.
"That hurt," he says peevishly. "That's the whole idea," explains the doctor.
She and Dawn exchange looks and both burst into laughter as she slaps Kirk once again. He can hear them appearing to be sharing a joke but isn't clever enough to realise he's the subject.
His firm behind starts to throb as the doctor repeats the procedure.
THWHACK! The sound of the wood connecting with his firm behind rings out.
He cannot understand how this can be a genuine medical procedure but is intimidated by the doctor who is far more intelligent than he is.
So despite the agony and humiliation he lets her continue to strike him and tries to stop himself from crying out.
But it's not easy - the more times his bottom is struck, the more sensitive it becomes.
"So, erm, doctor," asks Dawn in between giggles, "do you think this will help Mr Redmond here with his personal hygiene problem?"
Doctor Moore has trouble answering without laughing herself. "Well let's just say this will help to <em>impress</em> upon him that he shouldn't come to my surgery with a dirty arse!"
"Look!" Exclaims Dawn excitedly, "his cheek has gone really red!"
Both Kirk's buttocks are glowing and feel like they are on fire. Doctor Moore looks at them intently.
"The other one isn't as red," says Dawn pointing to it, "do you think that needs a few more strikes?" They discuss it and decide that Kirk does indeed need to be spanked again.
So with pleasure, the doctor hefts the paddle again ready to hit him.
Kirk winces as it makes contact. Why are they doing this to him? He's so confused and frightened by the whole experience.
Kirk receives further blows as the doctor ensures each buttock receives an equal number.
At last she's satisfied that his bottom is sore enough that it will be painful for him to sit for several days. That way he'll think twice before coming in and demanding pharmaceuticals to sell.
The tears stream down Kirk's face as the women laugh and criticise him while he crouches on all fours pathetically.
"It'll be quite a few days before that redness goes down," says the doctor to Dawn. "Please can I get down now?" Asks Kirk plaintively.
But Doctor Moore ignores him. "Dawn, I think you should conduct an internal examination to make sure his prostate is in good health," she says.
The doctor pulls his throbbing buttocks apart to expose his sphincter. Kirk stiffens - it slowly dawning on him what is about to happen.
"So I just shove my finger in and wriggle it about?" Asks Dawn. Kirk closes his eyes. Oh no! For such a macho man as him the idea of his anus being penetrated is devastating.
"That's right Dawn," encourages the doctor and guide's the girls hand to Kirk's bottom so she can slide her finger in.
He tries to clench tight but Dawn is having none of it and rams her finger in causing him to grunt loudly.
He bucks as she presses her digit in as far as it will go. The pain of the paddling was one thing but this is a hundred times worse!
It's so much sharper and more intense - the sensation shooting up his innards as the girl twists her finger about deep inside him.
He clenches his teeth. He might be used to violence given his chosen career but none of that has prepared him for the agony he's experiencing today.
Dawn pulls her finger out then drives it back in again - fucking his virgin arse.
"Why don't you try two fingers Dawn," says the doctor, "I'm sure that will be even more effective."
With pleasure, Dawn lines up two fingers and presses the tips against Kirk's ruined sphincter.
He's not able to offer any resistance as her earlier actions have stretched his hole wide open. But that doesn't make it any less painful as she presses into him once again.
"Please! No more! I can't take it! I just want to go home." Kirk wails at the top of his voice - unable to bear having his arse penetrated. But it would be remiss of Doctor Moore to allow him to leave until she'd completed a <em>full</em> medical assessment.
Kirk's backside is in agony. His buttocks throb from the repeated paddling and now his anus is being stretched by Dawn's eager fingers. The pain is so intense that it's reduced him to tears. Doctor Moore wants his painful experienced to be indelibly etched on his mind so that he'll think twice before trying to waste her time in future.
Kirk can hear the schoolgirl giggling as she repeatedly penetrates his backside. It feels like he's been up on the table being fucked for ages.
Dawn's fingers slide in and out of Kirk's arse easily now he's been loosened up.
Doctor Moore watches with satisfaction as he tries to blink back tears. It's time to call his bluff.
She sits down. "So Mr Redmond," she says, "I believe I'm now in a position to make a diagnosis as to the root cause of your depression."
She stares between his legs. "It's clear that the problem is due to the abnormally short length of your penis."
"I'm afraid there's no medication on the planet that can help with that. So I cannot possibly give you any antidepressants. Sorry."
Kirk finally caves in. All the pain and humiliation has become too much to bear. "The tablets weren't for me," he says in a small voice, "I wanted them to sell."
"Well in that case you leave me no choice," says Doctor Moore coldly, "I <em>must</em> call the police!" Kirk jumps off the table in shock. If she does that he'll be arrested!
"Hello? Is that the police?" Asks the doctor. Kirk nearly wets himself - she's really going to do it!
Kirk breaks down completely. He drops to his knees and looking from Dawn to Doctor Moore begs them both not to get the police involved.
"I'll do anything you want," he stammers, "absolutely ANYTHING." The doctor pauses for a moment. "Anything you say?" She enquires.
"Yes. Please don't call the Old Bill," Kirk pleads. Doctor Moore hangs up knowing she has won. She'll get this young man on the straight and narrow yet!
"Well I ought to call the authorities really," she says, "but perhaps there are ways you can make amends for your life of crime." Dawn looks up at her. "I've got an idea of something he could do," she says slyly.
She whispers her plan to Doctor Moore who smiles and nods in agreement. "You," she says sternly to Kirk, "get down on the floor right now." Kirk does as he is told straight away.
"Now follow Dawn here. She will tell you what to do." Having no choice, Kirk crawls along on his hands and knees after the girl.
Back in reception, Mrs Porter is reading a very informative article about icing sugar and wondering how much longer she'll have to wait. Her Fiffy will be getting anxious waiting for her at the vet.
Suddenly a noise makes her look up and she sees a giggling Dawn coming down the corridor.
Reluctantly, Kirk plods along behind her feeling utterly wretched. It's a huge comedown for such a tough man to be reduced to this.
Mrs Porter joins in with Dawn's laughter as she sees Kirk come into the room like a dog. 'Well well well!' She thinks to herself, 'this must be some special new kind of treatment.'
Dawn is in stitches while Doctor Moore follows along behind also smiling. There's something satisfying at seeing the formerly aggressive man at their feet.
"Sorry to have kept you so long Mrs Porter," says the doctor, "but I believe someone here owes you an apology for his earlier behaviour."
"Mr Redmond, apologise to Mrs Porter," she continues. Some of Kirk's earlier rebelliousness returns and he keeps his mouth shut.
"Do it NOW!" Says Dawn and gives his head a hard shove to remind him who's boss. "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!" He whines.
"You might find this helpful," says Mrs Porter retrieving something from her bag, "it belongs to my little Fiffy."
Dawn takes the offered lead and collar and quickly fastens them around Kirk's neck - as if he wasn't feeling degraded enough.
"Well I never," says Mrs Porter through her laughter, "it certainly looks like that rude young man is getting his comeuppance!"
"Oh yes. The doctor has prescribed a very special form of treatment that she's sure will be effective in curbing his errant behaviour."
She gives Kirk another shove, enjoying having the naked man fully under her control.
Kirk feels totally dejected and also concerned over what is going to happen to him now. He's very much aware that the women can do what they want as one call to the police would bring about his imprisonment.
Dawn tests to make sure the collar and lead are securely fastened so she can lead Kirk where she wants him.
She yanks on the lead sharply nearly strangling him and pulls him over to her.
"Mrs Porter, would you like Kirk to attend to your feet to make up for pushing you out of the way earlier?" Asks Dawn sweetly.
"Why yes!" Exclaims Mrs Porter, "That would be most refreshing." She leans forward and offers her foot up for Kirk's attention.
Knowing he has little choice he leans forward and begins to kiss and lick the woman's foot.
"Good boy!" Says Dawn, "Make sure you take good care of Mrs Porter's feet. Otherwise you know what the consequences will be."
Kirk understands only too well and renews his efforts. Mrs Porter's foot is hot and sweaty and a sour, salty taste fills his mouth.
It's horribly humiliating but he makes himself carry on.
Dawn cannot believe her eyes. She wasn't sure he'd actually do it - even with the threat of the police hanging over his head.
Kirk knows that his past record would mean he wouldn't get off lightly if he got in trouble again. So he works hard hoping that it will be enough to get him off the hook.
But it doesn't make it any easier for him to accept. To think he used to be a respected and feared street thug - now here his is on all fours licking a woman's foot! Kirk doesn't know it yet but he's got even further to fall before Doctor Moore will consider him a reformed character.
Kirk's attitude has changed completely from when he first entered the doctor's surgery. When he arrived he was all swagger and bluff. Now he's so terrified of the doctor and the power she has over him that he's become meekly complaint. Now his only thoughts are to get as far away from this terrible place as possible.
A nudge from Dawn gets Kirk moving again and his resumes his duty of freshening up Mary's tired feet.
"Thank you Dawn, that was most pleasant!" Exclaims Mary. Dawn tugs sharply on the lead pulling Kirk over towards her.
"Now see to Doctor Moore's feet. She's generously given her time to treat you, now you can return the favour," says Dawn pushing his head down.
Kirk knows that arguing would only get him into more trouble so he does as he is told and starts to kiss and lick the doctor's hot feet.
Dawn yanks the lead again, this time instructing him to work on her own feet. "Hopefully Mr Redmond here will learn from this experience and know to be more polite to women in future," says Dawn.
"If he doesn't then we'll have no choice but to call the police and they can deal with him." Mrs Phelps watches the cowed man on all fours and readily agrees.
"Let's take Mr Redmond back into my office," says the doctor, "I think there's something else we can get him to do for us to apologise for his behaviour."
Kirk stops what he is doing, frozen with fear. "You heard the doctor," says Dawn commandingly, "come with us."
As she leads him away she turns back to Mary. "Would you care to join us Mrs Phelps? After all, it was <em>you</em> that he rudely barged out of the way."
Mary doesn't need asking twice and follows the doctor, Dawn and the crawling man down the corridor and into the office.
Kirk awkwardly makes his ways on his hands and knees feeling like an animal that's being herded around.
"Right Mr Redmond," says Doctor Moore sternly, "I want you to masturbate for us to show how sorry you are."
Feeling totally helpless he reluctantly starts to stroke his flaccid penis.
Being ordered to do something he'd normally do in private right out in front of everyone is incredibly demeaning. But he knows if he refuses they'll call the police on him.
The women laugh at the ridiculous sight of the hapless man tugging on his todger.
He rhythmically strokes his cock - getting no pleasure from it whatever - yet finding himself start to respond nonetheless.
"Releasing all his built up tension should help reduce his aggressive behaviour too," says the doctor.
"I've just had an idea," says Dawn thoughtfully, "why not prescribe regular sessions for Mr Redmond to come in and have his testicles drained?"
"I'd be happy to supervise him to save your time doctor," she continues - looking him right in the eye. The thought of having to come in and do this on a regular basis makes him feel sick.
He jerks his penis mournfully, thinking about how far he's fallen. He's going to have to explain to a lot of very unhappy people why he wasn't able to supply them with the medication he promised.
He closes his eyes but can still picture the women surrounding him, grinning at his obvious discomfort.
"If you produce a good sperm sample for us then perhaps I can forgive you for pushing me," says Mary generously as Dawn teases him.
He looks warily from one to the other. Having been subjected to such debasement he wonders if they'll <em>ever</em> let him go.
"Hurry up!" Calls out Dawn, "the doctor has other patients to see you know."
Kirk starts to work his cock harder and faster. It's so difficult and he feels under intense pressure to perform.
He starts to feel a sort of pressure building up in his groin and kneels up. As he does so Mary stands up and holds her foot out to him imperiously.
Kirk is suddenly desperate for release. Despite the pain and humiliation his body starts to respond to the stimulus.
He certainly won't be telling his gang mates what happened to him here today. But every excruciating second of it will be indelibly etched on his memory.
Doctor Moore looks down with a smile. She can tell he's close. The fact that they were able to get him to do such an intimate act on demand shows he can be controlled. There's hope for him yet!
With a grunt Kirk ejaculates and a huge wave of pleasure washes over him.
Semen shoots from his penis coming thick and fast.
The women hold their breaths, intently watching the spectacle.
The gloopy stuff splashes all over Mary's shoe as he cums.
For a brief moment he forgets all about the pain and degradation he's suffered and feels a warm glow.
But that doesn't very long as his orgasm finally subsides. Dawn can't take any more and doubles up with laughter.
She gasps in mock shock. "Just look at the mess you've made all over poor Mrs Phelps's shoe!" She says accusingly.
"Yes," says Mary, "get down and clear up your filth." So saying she shoves his head down towards her shoe and Doctor Moore puts a restraining foot on his back.
Feeling nauseous he starts to lap up his sperm.
He gags, but makes himself suck it up and swallow it down.
The strong chemically smell of it fills his nostrils but he knows he must continue.
Mary gives him a guiding hand, steering his head to make sure he cleans up every last drop.
"Oh doctor," says Dawn elatedly, "I've learnt so much doing my work experience here. I think <em>I'd</em> like to be a doctor when I grow up!"
Kirk sits back up, the taste of his own semen still in his mouth. "Look," says Dawn, "you've got it all round your mouth! What will your friends think?"
"I hope this has taught you that being a petty thug and leading a life of crime doesn't pay," says Doctor Moore firmly, "you've got off lightly today but if I hear you're misbehaving again there will be serious repercussions."
Kirk Redmond hangs his head in shame and defeat. He will leave the doctor's surgery a changed man. His own greed brought him here and he has paid a high price. One thing's for certain - he'll know better than to try and get one over on Doctor Moore in future!
