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Authors: Sarah Veitch

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‘Thank goodness it's you,' she muttered, as the summer-suited doctor strolled nonchalantly in.

‘Have I been missed?' he smiled. ‘You sound pleased to see me.'

Lisa tried to force real venom into her gaze. ‘You left the door open, you bastard. One of the others could have walked in.'

Michael shrugged. ‘You've seen Jamilla being caned and Dania being spanked. Why shouldn't they see you being paddled?'

‘Because...' There really wasn't an answer to that.

The doctor squatted down by her face. He held out the punitive implement. ‘Have you seen a punisher like this before?'

Lisa studied the long handle with its oval of smooth glossy wood. ‘Only in 1920's movies,' she spat.

Dr Landers smiled. ‘And was it used on uppity members of staff?' he murmured.

The herbalist tried to shrug in her firm bonds, then said, ‘I guess.'

‘You guess right,' the former surgeon continued. ‘And now I'm going to use it on a modern pretentious young lady. A lady that lies about her sexual desires, that thinks she's better than the rest of the staff.' He moved to her rear end and she tensed each sinew, waiting. ‘I'm about to give you eight educational hardwood smacks.'

The jolt of desire she experienced as he put his hand to her skirt hem nearly unnerved her, and she let her breath out in a ragged half-whimper.

‘Save your cries for the thrashing,' Michael Landers said.

‘I made a noise cause you scratched me with your nail,' she lied, the words a thick slurred mutter. Could her body really need to climax again this quickly? The sexual heat from the last orgasm had barely dissipated, and yet...

‘Let's get that naughty derriere bared,' the man continued. She felt him edge the dusky pink skirt over her thighs till he pushed it high across her waist and back. The lower half of her body was now totally exposed to him. And to his hardwood paddle, she reminded herself.

Never before in her life had she been so openly and wantonly displayed. Desire flooded her inner walls and outer petals, and she wished that she had the vibrator oscillating inside her once again.

‘Now we warm the right buttock for being untruthful,' Michael Landers said casually. He brought the paddle down on one full orb, and Lisa forgot all about her lust and need to orgasm.

‘Aah!' she gasped out, pushing her soft belly forward as the heat spread across her imprisoned flesh.

‘Makes an impression, doesn't it, my sweet? Makes you better,' the doctor murmured tauntingly.

‘Makes me hate your supercilious guts,' Lisa said.

‘I don't think you completely hate this, though - your pussy is dripping,' her employer added, with the hint of a sneer in his voice. She wanted to slap him. Tensed both buttock cheeks as she sensed him lining up the paddle again.

‘Not so hard,' she muttered.

‘Hard enough to end your supercilious ways. Hard enough to teach you some humility,' the doctor countermanded. ‘Trust me, sweetheart - I know how much a bossy little bum can take.'

Lisa jerked as the paddle smacked into her flesh for a second time. Her tummy chafed against the padded stool. Her pubis pushed against its welcome edge.

‘Now for stroke three,' Michael Landers continued. ‘Isn't this fun? I hope one of the others strolls past and peaks in. In fact, I'm tempted to call them.'

‘Don't you dare,' Lisa got out, trying in vain to twist her head far enough back so that she could see him. ‘I'd never forgive...'

‘I suspect you'd get over it once you'd had the orgasm of your life,' the former surgeon said calmly, ‘but I'll settle for thrashing you privately for now.'

‘Settle for that forever,' Lisa shot back, tensing her cheeks ready for the ensuing thrashing. Her words permeated her brain. What on earth was she saying? She'd just given the impression that she'd let this megalomaniac punish her naked haunches in private again. ‘I mean that this is the only time you'll get to use the paddle on me, and you must do it without the other staff around,' she muttered shamefacedly.

‘Depends which bets you lose in the future,' Michael said.

‘I won't make any bets,' Lisa shot back.

‘Perhaps you'll do something else wrong. Perhaps you'll deliberately be bad in order to taste my belt then feel my fingers on your pussy.' The man managed to say each hateful word in a cool conversational tone. ‘Perhaps you'll again be led by your aching sex, love. By your swollen, throbbing clit.'

As he said the word clit she felt the focused heat being applied to her left buttock again. Before she could cry out the hot pain shifted to the naked right globe so that the smarting sensation felt balanced. ‘Two nice hard fast ones,' her employer's voice said. ‘Just in case you got complacent about my rhythm.'

‘No - just got bored waiting,' Lisa lied. She puckered up then relaxed her nether cheeks in a useless bid to lessen their anguish. Realised that she had another four to go.

‘Halfway there,' Michael murmured, as if reading her thoughts. ‘How's it been for you so far?'

‘Pointless,' the herbalist said sharply.

‘Does this bit think it's pointless?' She felt his fingers on her achingly distended folds.

‘Don't touch me,' she muttered, then felt a new internal ache of disappointment as he moved his hand away. She didn't want him to know that he'd aroused her, yet she desperately needed to come and come and come.

‘Could I take a rain check on the other four strokes?' she said huskily. If he agreed and untied her he'd have to help her to her feet. She could sway against him. He'd look down at her and they'd kiss as if by accident, then he'd slide his fingers or tongue down her body and bring her relief.

‘Only good girls get rain checks,' her employer replied smoothly.

Lisa felt new rage and frustration sweep through her. ‘I'm good,' she countered. ‘And I'm a woman, not a girl.'

‘You're bad because you lie to yourself and others about what you want.'

‘A mind reader, are you, doctor?' she sneered quickly.

‘Just perceptive. And I'll continue to call you a girl as long as you behave like one. Real women know what they want in bed and find ways to ask for it every time.'

‘You mean you expect me to ask to taste your paddle or your palm?' the herbalist asked incredulously. When he was talking to her he wasn't punishing her soft flesh, so she was keen for the conversation to go on.

‘You know damn well that isn't what I mean. There'd be no power struggle there. You'd have less fun.' He paused, fondling her raised bareness. ‘Sweetheart, you enjoy the skirmish.'

‘Don't enjoy this,' Lisa said sourly.

‘Getting your bum thrashed? Of course not. But you enjoy the way it makes you especially wet.' She closed her eyes nervously as she felt the air currents change, knew he'd lifted the paddle again above her bottom. ‘You love the quality of the climax which follows being disciplined. Your arse and nerve endings may hate it, honey, but it's what your psyche and your pussy craves.'

Before she could argue, he punished her with the hardwood implement again. Lisa cried out and drove her belly forward as she vainly tried to escape an iota of the hot impact. God, he was merciless. She wondered what colour her flesh was by now, wished she could see. ‘It's colouring nicely,' the doctor said. ‘You're lucky that you're fair skinned, love - means I get the shade that I want quite quickly. Takes longer to similarly chasten a beige-toned bum.'

‘I'm sure you manage to force yourself,' Lisa muttered.

‘Indeed I do, and I've never had any complaints,' the doctor said.

She thought of the lustful way Carmen had looked in the photo, remembered the satisfied moans and yells of Jamilla and Dania. She wanted to join them in their orgasmic paradise.

‘Let's treat these naughty hot cheeks to stroke six,' Michael continued.

‘Oh let's,' Lisa jeered. Was aware that she wanted him to break through some barrier. But which barrier, and why?

‘I think we'll toast the left cheek this time. It's looking a bit left out, a bit neglected,' her employer continued. Lisa held her breath. Neglected like her quim was, she thought dazedly, as ignored as her throbbing clitoris and pouting lower lips. She cried out as the paddle made searing contact with one bent-over bare buttock, and writhed madly in her bonds. She'd take the remaining two strokes and beg for ten more if he'd only give the gentlest of rubs at her love bud. Just a little feathery friction to her labia and she'd sing like a bird.

‘Now where shall we lay on the seventh whack?' Michael Landers murmured with casual cruelty.

‘Want me to draw you a map?' Lisa said.

‘No, just draw in your breath as the paddle strikes down.' she heard the taunting tone enter his voice. ‘I like to see you wriggle, hear you groan.'

‘Pity for you that I'm staying immobile,' Lisa replied. She willed both of her buttocks to stay smooth and relaxed beneath the punisher. Damned herself and him to hell as he doled out the seventh wallop and she jerked and moaned.

‘Last but not least, one stroke of the paddle coming up,' the doctor quipped. She sensed him staring down at her half naked body. Wondered how her exposed small hemispheres must look. ‘Shall I roast the tender underswell?' the man continued. ‘Or concentrate my energies on that helpless crack?'

‘Surprise me. Go on - use your imagination,' Lisa snapped, trying to take verbal control of the situation.

‘If I was fully using my imagination I'd have you walking to heel in the gardens on your studded collar and lead,' the former surgeon said. His voice grew dreamy as his musings continued. ‘I'd teach you how to show humility, how to give a paw.'

‘And I'd teach you what ten years in prison for assault is like, you supercilious bastard,' Lisa spat out, pushing the exciting yet demeaning image away.

Heard his low laugh. ‘But angel you'd have agreed to be trained. I'd have teased your hot wet pussy till you agreed to anything. Till you put your collar and lead in your mouth and brought them over to me.'

‘Dream on,' the herbalist gasped out. Wished that his words weren't making her crotch quite so swollen. Wished that she could assuage the heavy increasing heat between her tied-apart legs.

How hard would the last paddling be? Each whack had sizzled and stung, but she sensed he'd been holding back, acclimatising her slowly to erotic chastisement. Would this final hardwood wallop vanquish her? Make her say that she'd do whatever he wished? Lisa wriggled on her belly in an agony of mild fear and anticipation as she waited for the lash.

When it came, it heated the dividing crease of her backside. The fire seemed to race through to her lower belly and to her pubis. She shoved her clitoris shamelessly against the edge of the low stool and tried to maximise the friction on her labial lips.

‘Up until now I thought only canine bitches in heat rubbed their pussies against the furniture,' Michael Landers said amusedly.

‘Fuck you.' Her words came through a mist of desire.

‘I think you'd like to fuck me, my dear.'

‘Not if you were the last person on earth,' Lisa retorted. She couldn't show the conceited pig that she was unbearably aroused. She wondered if he was about to untie her, take her gently in his strong sure arms.

He did. She held her breath as he slung her over his shoulder and carried her across the huge room to the bed. He set her down on her hands and knees atop the duvet.

‘Look in the dressing table mirror at your toasted arse, my sweet. There. Isn't that pretty?'

Numbly, Lisa turned her head back, stared at the smooth reflection of her naked rear. Both cheeks were a glowing hot crimson. So was her glistening sexual fringe. ‘Like what you see, do you?' she managed.

‘Very much,' Michael confirmed.

Then touch me, lick me, feel me she thought dazedly. Waited for him to join her on the King Sized bed.

And waited and waited and... Lisa flopped down upon her tummy, leaving her skirt rucked up. Let him stare at her paddled contours. Let him get stiff and stretched. He'd make some excuse in a moment to walk over and touch her.

‘I think I'll go to sleep now,' she said challengingly.

‘As you wish, my dear,' Michael said.

The herbalist stared as he turned towards the door. He wouldn't leave her like this - he just couldn't! He'd watched Marie-Rose spanking Dania earlier tonight and now he'd paddled Lisa. He had to want to come as much as she. Any moment now he'll turn back, she told herself as he continued to cross the long room. Any moment now...

The door opened, closed. He's calling my bluff, she rationalised. He'll come back. He'll cup my sore buttocks. I'll think up some other wager so that he has an excuse to fondle my clit. She'd come really fast, then order him to leave her alone. That would show him! She'd have the last action and word.

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