" He told me that I was only allowed to respond with "Yes, Sir" or "Thank You, Sir" and He began whipping my ass and back. He told me that I was being...punished for not listening. Did I understand? ("Yes, Sir") The strokes were almost pleasurable even the ones that caught my already swollen pussy, but then He moved on to the spoon. He tenderized my ass up and down each cheek. I imagined spoon-sized marks raining down on my already pink ass.The humiliating questions continued. "Are you a spoiled. "Y-Yes she is doctor." I replied softly.We left there with a kit of supplies that would help me prepare myself to be fucked without injury. The doctor assured me that I should be able to take sizable dicks up my "ass cunt" - his words - by following all the directions he gave me. Which included using a prepackaged enema and doing self insertion exercises with a series of dildos that ranged in size from small to monstrous.I returned to him in two weeks and to test my progress, he fucked me. It became obvious that Gabrain had been planning something of this nature for some time. He already had harnesses made up and other wolves materialised quickly. Scott could see that the animals had run together previously, as they seemed well co-ordinated as a team, Wolf the clear leader.A sled was loaded up with sacks of grain and food to keep the two friends going on the trip. They loaded snowshoes and skis and dressed themselves in warm quilted clothing and Ugg boots. Many from the camp. Doc asked if I'd gotten over whatever bug had gotten me. She also seemed to sense that I'd been kind of secretly hoping it was the flu and that I'd grow tits. I guess I was, but I'm also glad it wasn't the flu. Talk about mixed feelings.January 13, 09Mary and I had a joint session again. Doc seems to be convinced that I need to get breasts to be happy. Mary surprised me; she seemed to agree with Dr. T. We're happy, mostly, but our sex life is weak again. Any more, the stories seem to be.