As the days passed, Priya continued to find the job as Staff Physician at Female Corporal Punishment Center #3 to be a great fit. She got to watch a wide variety of women being flogged. White, black, Hispanic, Asian; mostly lower class, it's true, but there were enough Dorsbury College students like Allison along with some professionals who screwed up in one way or another to provide some socio-economic variation.
Priya was fascinated by the variety of body builds. To her surprise, as someone who kept fit and trim, she often found herself particularly enjoying when fat women were caned. The sight of all that flesh jiggling as they were marched to the frame, their big tits and belly hanging down as they were bent over the crossbar was magnificent. For a couple, George had to make an extra hole in the waist strap to contain them. Most of all, Priya liked watching the waves of motion that passed through their fat buttocks as the cane hit.
Despite their obviously unhealthy weight, none of the fatties were found unfit for punishment. However, Priya took it upon herself to counsel them on nutrition and exercise before releasing them from the facility. After all, while it was certainly necessary to punish these offenders' bad behavior very severely, it was also in society's interest to give them the tools and motivation to lead better lives.
Priya also knew that many of the girls had substance abuse problems, particularly opioids. She had seen plenty of that in her practice at the hospital and could tell in most cases from looking at them and having a brief conversation as she examined them to clear them for their caning. Of course, they would test positive and end up brought back to receive their strokes a second time. While Priya didn't feel particularly sympathetic about that, she thought it was a waste of departmental resources.
With that in mind, Priya devised a program where women who admitted to addiction or whom medical staff believed were addicts would be diverted to treatment to get clean before being caned. That way, they would only get their normal court-ordered punishment, rather than a double dose. Priya travelled to the state capital to get buy in from the poo-bahs of the Department of Corrections. She was able to convince them that this made good sense, especially when she laid out the cost savings. Her bosses were quite pleased.
Even after a few months on the job, Priya still enjoyed having humiliated offenders paraded naked before her and still got a frisson of excitement seeing them take their punishment. There was something so right about seeing wrongdoers get their just desserts. Nor did her general horniness decline. She and Sanjay were having more and better sex than they had had since the days after they first met, perhaps even better than back then.
One night, Sanjay asked her, "What's gotten into you lately? You are wild in bed these days."
"Do you have a problem with that," Priya replied.
"No, not at all," Sanjay answered. "To be honest, I'm loving it. But I'm wondering where it's coming from."
Priya debated for a second telling him that watching the canings turned her on. She even thought about sharing the whole story about her time in Trabbia, which she had never told him. In the end, she decided to keep that to herself. "The new job is just such a load off my shoulders," she said. "At the hospital the hours were so long and the patient load was so high that I was too dead when I got home to do anything but watch a little TV and fall into bed. Now I feel relaxed and appreciated and I have plenty of time for you. I feel like I'm in the right place finally."
Sanjay could hardly disagree with that, especially when she kissed him hard and pulled his pajama pants down and got on top of him.
It was soon after that that an interesting thing happened. It was a Friday and Priya was looking at the list of offenders scheduled to be punished the following week. Among the dozen or so names was Nicole Pennington. 'Not Nicky Pennington from the hospital?' Priya thought as she called up the file. But there it was-Nicole Pennington, physician, age 36, 12 strokes for texting while driving, second offense, with a mug shot that wasn't a photo Nicky would boast of, but was clearly her.
Though they hadn't really socialized outside of work, Priya had sat in countless staff meetings with Nicky. She found her arrogant and prickly, a competent doctor, but not as great as she thought she was. Checking the file, Priya saw that Nicky had been stopped for texting while driving a couple of months ago and got a fine and 4 points against her license. Apparently, she wasn't smart enough to have learned from that because she was caught again and this time was going to receive a real punishment that would hopefully stop such behavior for good.
Nicky would be reporting on Wednesday to be caned along with another woman getting 12 strokes for shoplifting. Priya looked forward to their meeting.
Sure enough, on Wednesday morning, at the usual time, Sue Miller knocked at the clinic door. Priya had alerted Sue and the other guards that Pennington had been a colleague of hers. As Priya called "Enter," the door opened. Sue led in the offenders-a young Hispanic girl, followed by Nicky, both stark naked.
Priya admired Nicky's body-it was well-toned. Obviously she spent some of her off-duty hours at the gym. As Nicky filed into the room, she stared at Priya in shock, her hand covering her mouth. "Oh, my God," she said loudly, "Priya? Priya Raman? Is that you? I had heard you took a job somewhere in a prison, but I never imagined I'd see you here!"
"Shut up," Sue growled at her. "You aren't here to socialize with the doctor. You sit down and wait until she calls you." Nicky sat down, still looking shocked at seeing a professional colleague in this place.
Priya decided to keep Nicky waiting, so she called the Hispanic girl, Susanna Ramirez, first and went through the full examination procedure, finding no reason that she was unfit for punishment. Priya sent her to sit down and wrote her findings slowly and carefully in the charts.
She could see Nicky squirming at being kept waiting. 'Good,' thought Priya. Finally she called, "Pennington."
Nicky got up and sauntered over to Priya's desk with a big smile on her face. "Priya, this is all a big mistake," she began. "I mean, you've known me for several years. I'm not a criminal, I was just sending a quick text to the hospital asking for test results on a patient. Surely you can pull a few strings and get me out of this?"
"Nicky, you know you could have killed someone texting while driving. For God's sake, you've treated victims of accidents many times. You should have pulled over to send your message. You even got off with a fine the first time, but didn't learn your lesson. Now I will examine you just as I do anyone else and if you are fit, they are going to cane you just like any other person who breaks the law. And looking at you and knowing how often you go to the gym the odds are very low that I won't find you fit."
"Come on Priya," Nicky whined. "I'm asking for professional courtesy, that's all."
"You are an offender and you will call me Dr. Raman," Priya answered. "Now get on the scale."
"Why you little bitch, that's how you treat a friend?" Nicky spat.
