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And—oh!—Lucy felt a flutter and a twinge as a flush came to her cheeks.
    Why did she continue to resist? Later, much later, she would understand. But at that moment, despite the hammering of her heart she crossed her arms over her chest, tilted her chin up, looked from one man to the other, and said, “No.”
    Did she somehow know the inevitability of what would happen? That Dr. Allard had begun rolling up his sleeves should have given her an indication of what was to come. And perhaps it did. But by the time he sat down and pulled her across his lap, it was too late. She heard herself whimpering as he pulled up the hem of her new dress and parted the halves of her open pantalets to reveal her bottom.
    The searing sting of his hand as it descended on her bottom took her breath away.
    “Oh!” she cried instantly as her green eyes flew open in pained surprise. “I’m sorry. I’ll do as you say!”
    “Yes, you will,” Thomas replied firmly. “But only after a good spanking. I mean to show you how serious we are when we say that there will be consequences for defiance.”
    She could feel the painful heating of her nates escalating, and any dignity she thought to preserve soon fled. She found herself bawling like a baby as Dr. Allard spanked her bare bottom until it was rose red and throbbing, and only when she went limp from defeat did he tilt her off his lap and move her to again stand in front of him.
    “Now, Lucy,” he said. “Will you or will you not allow me and Dr. Crane to carry out the exam we believe to be in your best interest?”
    She nodded forlornly, her hand moving back to rub her sore bum. Tears ran unbidden down her cheeks. She felt horrid. She’d promised to be good and she’d failed. What must they think of her?
    “Are you going to take me back to the asylum for being bad?” she asked through hitching sobs.
    “Of course not.” Dr. Crane had moved over to where she stood and produced a handkerchief. “And I’m sure I speak for Dr. Allard when I say I’m pleased that your first thought is not to flee. It shows that you accept that you will be spanked by us should you need it, and that is a very good thing, sweet Lucy.”
    He was right; they could do whatever they wanted. Even now as Dr. Crane dabbed her eyes, Dr. Allard was undoing the sash on her dress and removing it. The air in the room was cool, and when it hit her nipples, she gave a little gasp at the sudden sensation she felt. They tightened, and when they did, there was a little tugging sensation between her legs, and a warmth. The feeling only increased when her pantalets were pulled down and off. She was naked. Naked, helpless, vulnerable, and freshly spanked. The thought should have horrified her, but her lower belly was fluttering, and the throbbing between her legs seemed to correspond with the throbbing pain just starting to subside on her punished bottom.
    “Up here now, there’s a girl.” Dr. Crane was helping her up on the exam table. It was narrow, and as she lay back under his instruction, she knew that to struggle may send her tumbling over the sides.
    “A full exam will allow us to determine what you need for optimum health, my dear. It’s our duty as professionals and your guardians to give you the best of care. So please relax.”
    She tried, obeying their instructions. Dr. Crane looked into her eyes, her ears, her mouth. He placed his large warm hands just under her jawline and pressed, murmuring with relief when he found no swelling that he said may indicate illness or affection. He and Dr. Allard, now on the other side of the table, each lifted an arm, flexing them at the joints. Rickets, they told her, were common among the malnourished, but she seemed to be fine.
    Next came an examination of her abdomen. Dr. Crane held her hand now as Dr. Allard pressed on her tummy and then lower, just above her mons. As his fingers skimmed the soft swell of her belly just above her pelvis, she felt herself shudder. And