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"Stop!"
    Before
the word died on her lips, April was again flipped to her stomach and a small,
thin strap appeared from another pocket in the matron's dress.   The leather was applied ten times with
vigor and intensity, as April was scourged verbally.   Both of the methods found their marks
unerringly, reducing the shy young woman to a limp ball of squelched misery.
    Dr.
Krouse resumed his probing immediately upon her being returned to the correct
position, pleased to see that the vaginal instrument had not fallen from its
place.   He removed it abruptly and
replaced it with two sausage-like fingers, thrusting them rhythmically in and
out as he pressed down on her lower belly.
    “ What
did you detect in her breasts during your exam, Dr. Wells?   Anything?" he asked casually, his
eyes darting towards the matron.
    Dr.
Wells noticed the gesture.   "Nothing of any note beyond the fact that her nipples peaked and
her areolas darkened slightly.   That
is a normal physiological response to any stimulant, but does not necessarily
mean that she was aroused," the other man responded crisply, ignoring
Attendant Angela ’ s
derisive snort.
    "Would
you be interested in repeating your experiment with this one's breasts, or
would you prefer the nurse to take over?" Dr. Krouse asked, raising an
eyebrow at the young physician.
    "I
will do it.   I suspect her
experience to be limited, so it would be interesting to gauge her
reaction," the man said stiffly, squeezing April's hand in reassurance.
    “ Very
well.   Nurse Boynton, start timing
please, ” Dr. Krouse commanded, extending his fingers imperiously for lubrication.   He placed his knowing fingertips upon
April's clit.   After a minute of
expert manipulation, he spoke out:   "Report, Dr. Wells?"
    “ Pupils
are large, she's flushed and breathing erratically.   She appears to be confused regarding the
response of her body.   She seems to
be fighting against her release."
    “ She
is trying to convince us that she is innocent.   I have seen this before.   They like to prolong the pleasure."
    "I
doubt it.   Her expression implies
..."
    "Unbelievable!   You are wasting my precious time with
your gentleness," Attendant Angela spat at Dr. Wells, shoving him roughly
out of the way.   She stood at
April's head.   "Do as you're
expected, girl, or I'll flay your behind for the rest of the day! ”
    "I
don't believe she knows what you want of her.   And if you ever push me again, I promise
I will knock your fat ass onto the floor, you old crone!" Dr. Wells
barked, balling his fists.
    "We'll
see, young man," Attendant Angela hissed.   "Look at me, girl.   I have a belt in my desk with metal
studs set into it in it that I'm going to be sure you'll make the acquaintance
of eventually, but if you don't obey Dr. Krouse immediately , it's going
to be much sooner than you think! ”
    She
jabbed Dr. Wells solidly in the flank with her elbow, causing him to transfer
his protective hands from April's breasts to his kidney region.   The matron reached down and pinched one
of the nipples viciously, twisting it in her hand as she tried to wrap it
around her fingers.   That unexpected
action, combined with the old man's fingers flicking a spot that had never been
previously touched, sent April's body rocketing to the sun.   Every inch was euphorically bathed in
ecstasy, and the atrocious condition of her behind momentary forgotten for
several blissful seconds.
    “ You
have good instincts, Attendant Angela, ” the doctor complimented.
    “ She's
a slut, and they often respond to pain that way.   It has to be beaten out of them
carefully, to assure that no pleasure is imparted by the punishment."
    The
doctor smiled.   "I have no
doubt you'll find a way to do that, Angela, and that the girl will be much the
better for your efforts on her behalf."
    "Oh,
she will.   As will anyone else who
challenges me," Attendant Angela looked straight at the frowning, angry
face of Dr. Wells, as she