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by Sarah Veitch


  ‘I have some business to attend to with Lisa then,’ Michael said, staring at the herbalist intently.

  ‘Sorry doc, I’m off duty till tomorrow morning,’ she replied. He stared hungrily at her face, looking for a flicker of deliberate confrontation. Surely she was just doing this to earn herself a thrashing? Just finding out how much insolence and mental cruelty he would take?

  ‘I’ll expect you in my consultation suite after we’ve eaten,’ he continued determinedly.

  ‘I’m digesting my meal for an hour then going swimming,’ the twenty-eight year old replied.

  Michael’s fingers tightened involuntarily on his fork. He forced his hands to relax, thanked Jamilla for the melon starter she set down before him. Lisa might be trying to tempt him to the pool. He could chasten her thoroughly after she left the water. A wet bare bum hurt more than one which was dry.

  ‘I may join you there,’ he said tautly.

  ‘I’ve had a tiring day,’ Lisa demurred, staring at him with the coldest gaze he’d ever seen in a woman. ‘I’d rather swim alone.’

  Michael looked around the long linen-clothed table at his staff. Ria was smirking. Marie-Rose was glaring at the herbalist. Dania was nibbling her bottom lip and raking her fork awkwardly across a melon crescent. Bakar was staring at Lisa’s displayed full breasts. They were wonderfully round and firm, the doctor thought, gazing at the tanned smooth globes which beckoned from the deep slashed V of her neckline. He adored the dark secret hollow which disappeared into her dress. He wanted to slide his fingers between the warm spheres then circle them round and round till she moaned with pleasure. His main eroticism would always be focused on the female bottom, but he could still appreciate Lisa’s cuppable breasts.

  And she could appreciate his appreciation. He looked up quickly and saw the pride and pleasure in her eyes, the small joy that a woman feels when she sees that a man desires her. So she still wanted him to admire her lightly-clad contours. Did she want him to chasten her soft flesh with equal zeal?

  As soon as the main course ended, Lisa stood up to leave.

  ‘Don’t you want coffee in the drawing room?’ he murmured softly.

  ‘No, I’ve had enough stimulus for today already,’ she answered coolly, and her gaze was as sharp and grey and emotionless as flint.

  God, she was being brutal. Michael knew all about the stimulus she meant, relived the moments when he’d seen her pushing down upon her new young lover. Oil had glistened on her pubis. Lust had brought its long-lasting heat to her pre-orgasmic face.

  She walked quickly from the room.

  ‘Please go and have your coffee,’ Michael said to the others. ‘I’ve some business to attend to.’ Ria got up and made a move towards him. ‘Go with the others,’ he said.

  ‘But I wanted to...’ she started.

  ‘It can wait.’ This can’t, he thought, knowing that he had to re-establish his relationship with Lisa. He wanted her over his knee, then on his shaft, then in his arms. She’d elated his libido and awakened his mind more than any other woman. She could continue to revolutionise his life.

  He caught up with her as she reached the stairwell.

  ‘Ms Steen. You’ve been rude and uncooperative today. I’ll have to lift your skirt and...’

  Lisa put her foot on the first step then looked back at him. ‘If you touch me I’ll call for the police.’ There was no daring note in her voice. Her gaze was equally serious. She wasn’t angling for a birching - she was telling him to keep away.

  Michael stayed his ground. He had to get this sorted out now. ‘If I’ve offended you in some way, please tell me,’ he said stiffly.

  ‘You’ve... I just want a professional relationship. Alright?’

  ‘But at the casino we... I felt so close to you,’ he continued, staring into her grey eyes even more intently.

  ‘You’re close to all your staff,’ Lisa said.

  ‘If you want me to stop correcting them...’ He trailed off. It would be strange if he could no longer punish the other staff members. Would they stay with him out of loyalty and just find their masochistic and orgasmic kicks elsewhere? He’d have to think things through and talk to them before he could make Lisa the ultimate promise. Would have to know if they’d be willing to continue working at Vitality and living-in.

  Lisa moved up another two steps. She talked as she walked. He stared at her haunches, outlined in the azure silk, and knew that he wanted to thrash them till they trembled.

  ‘Do what you want with the other women,’ she said over her shoulder. ‘Just leave me alone.’

  ‘And if I don’t?’ he countered, still hoping that she’d egg him on, that deep down she wanted correcting.

  ‘If you don’t I’ll take the next plane back to England,’ she warned.

  Michael stood watching till she moved out of sight. He’d never felt this bereft before, this cuckolded. Damn her for igniting his love then ignoring it!

  He looked at his fingers, remembering how they’d felt being gripped deep inside her. She’d been so deliciously silken and whimperingly wet. He’d wanted to make love to her then even more than he had the first time he’d seen her. Wanted her more than he wanted any other woman in the world. And she still desired him, that was the thing - he could feel the sexual attraction sparking between them. He ached for her. Her body had cleaved to his. So what had changed?

  Still musing, Michael walked to his surgery to deal with the remaining faxes. Then he looked at his receptionist’s hastily scribbled notes. Why had Lisa been given one of Ria’s patients? He phoned through to the drawing room, and Jamilla answered, sounding anxious or slightly scared. They were obviously aware that he’d had an unresolved confrontation with Lisa, that he felt pain and rage.

  ‘Ask Marie-Rose to come and see me when she’s finished her coffee,’ he said. Jamilla promised to pass on the brief instruction. Either the receptionist was a quick drinker or she wanted to get the encounter over with, for four minutes later he heard a timid knock at the door.

  ‘Enter.’ He always used few words when he was readying a girl to taste the whip. He found that the guilty party then talked overtime and usually fully implicated their luckless selves.

  ‘Have I done something wrong sir?’ the forty year old murmured as she sauntered into the room. Her dark eyes sparkled with sexual hunger. Her lips were already parting with desire.

  ‘You seem to have sent this patient to the wrong therapist,’ Michael said. ‘I demand an explanation.’ He held out Don Muscat’s slender file.

  ‘Oh, that,’ she said eventually.

  ‘Yes, that, Marie-Rose.’ He played with the wooden ruler upon his desk.

  ‘Well, Ria was out shopping and the man was desperate,’ she muttered, shrugging.

  ‘Are you qualified to recognise despair, then?’ the doctor said.

  ‘Well,’ her hands made flapping movements, ‘he was a bit down and...’

  Michael was quick to grasp the advantage. ‘Ah, so we’re not talking potential suicide here.’

  ‘No, doctor, it’s just... Though he didn’t have an appointment he’d turned up in person so I figured...’ The receptionist toed the ground.

  ‘You figured wrong. He could have gone away and come back to see his usual therapist tomorrow. That way he’d have continued the treatment he’s paid for so far.’

  ‘I guess so.’ Marie-Rose looked round the immaculate consultation rooms as if they held the answer. ‘But Lisa wasn’t doing anything so I decided to give her a ring.’

  Michael stared at her from the crown of her dark head to her black patent shod feet. Watched the rise and fall of her ample blouse-clad chest and increasingly jutting nipples.

  ‘And now I’ve decided to bare your bum and punish it for such unethical behaviour,’ he said.

  He watched as Marie-Rose flushed. ‘I thought that I was showin
g initiative,’ she muttered, moving from foot to foot as she gazed at the carpet. She’d never been one to submit to a thrashing without a fight.

  ‘Showing initiative by sending a sexually-confused youth to a trainee herbalist? Showing a complete lack of sensitivity and forethought, I think.’ He opened the drawer and withdrew the two-tailed tawse, then slapped it against his thigh with heavy promise. ‘Didn’t you consider the quandary that you were putting Ms Steen into? Didn’t you realise what the man would desire?’

  ‘I didn’t think about it like that,’ the Maltese woman admitted. He watched as her dark eyes widened.

  ‘Then we must impress the lesson onto your sensitive extremities,’ he said.

  He looked around the medical room he was seated in, then looked through the partitioning door to his second medical room. He often punished Jamilla and Carmen here for work-related misdemeanours, but now he felt bored at the prospect of having Marie-Rose stretch out along the chaise longue in the familiar supine way. He was equally tired of bending his submissive partners across the examination suite or over the wooden desk.

  Restlessly Michael glanced through the large glass portal. There was a low mellow brick wall just a few feet away from Lisa’s window. She might hear the older woman’s cries and see...

  ‘As you just get into mischief when you’re in here I’m going to chasten you outside,’ he said, reaching for a plump square cushion.

  ‘Outside? You can’t - young Bakar might be gardening,’ the receptionist said in a high strained voice.

  ‘He’ll get to look at more than the lupins then, won’t he?’ the doctor snapped. He wasn’t really angry, just determined. Determined to punish a female bum today. Still seated, he waited for the forty year old’s next objection - there was bound to be one. As one of his longest serving staff Marie-Rose liked to spar for a rear-protecting while.

  ‘Couldn’t I just apologise to Lisa?’ she asked sulkily. She sat down quickly on the nearest chair as if to hide her bountiful bottom.

  ‘You can apologise as well, if you like. But you still have to be punished for your presumption, for your mistake.’

  ‘You left so quickly that I didn’t have time to check whom Ms Steed should see...’ the receptionist countered.

  ‘I flew home to perform emergency surgery believing that I’d left this clinic in capable hands,’ the former surgeon said.

  ‘I am capable,’ the woman shot back. ‘I just made one small error of judgement.’

  ‘And you’ll be even more capable when I’ve thrashed that error-making judgement out of you.’

  He watched closely as some inner struggle went on between her brain and her clitoris. When she asked her next question he knew that her clitoris had won.

  ‘Couldn’t I just keep my pants on this time?’ she mumbled, voice slurred with shame at previous memories.

  ‘Now you know I need a naked bum to deliver a proper chastisement,’ Michael replied.

  He walked over to the receptionist and took her right arm. As he’d suspected, lust had robbed her usual strength from her tanned limbs. Gently he helped her to her feet. Together they strode towards the garden, Marie-Rose still muttering that this wasn’t right.

  ‘You’re going over the wall near the shrubbery,’ he told her as they neared the mellow stone dyke. ‘You’ll bend over it fully clothed and wait for further instruction. I’ll tell you what to do next.’

  ‘No change there,’ muttered Marie-Rose, glaring at him sideways, her cheeks hectic. Her pupils were even larger than before.

  ‘You’ve just earned yourself an extra four strokes of the tawse for being rude,’ the doctor replied. He loved it when his sexual partners held back - it made their final submission all the sweeter. And it intensified the number of whacks they received on their cringing flesh.

  The woman fell silent as they reached the relevant wall. She looked at him pleadingly.

  ‘You know what to do,’ he said in an unshakeable voice. His phallus twitched into action as she lowered herself across the dyke, still fully clad in her white blouse and navy pencil skirt. She was a handsome woman, well built without being fat. As she bent, the navy material tightened on her nether cheeks, emphasising their mature full roundness. He knew from past punishments that she had equally firm fleshy thighs.

  Remembering an altogether more slender and well-toned pair of thighs, Michael glanced back at Lisa’s bedroom window. Was she watching? The lower part of her portal was open, so she could probably hear if she so desired.

  ‘You’ve brought the Clinic into disrepute, Marie-Rose,’ he said, watching her twitch with shame. ‘You’ve failed in your professional duties.’ He smiled as her clothed parts wriggled some more with obvious trepidation. ‘You’ve left me no option but to administer a sound thrashing to the bare.’

  ‘Bare? But we’re outside,’ the receptionist muttered, wriggling some more across the brickwork.

  ‘Any delay on your part earns you a stricter session,’ he warned softly. ‘So raise your skirt.’

  ‘It’s not fair,’ the forty year old mumbled.

  ‘No, it’s tan - but it’s about to turn scarlet,’ the doctor said. He flicked the leather tawse against her skirted hemispheres. ‘And I can only watch it going crimson if it’s completely bared.’ He waited for a moment as the woman skulked sheepishly against the dyke. ‘And if you don’t get your skirt off pronto I’ll double the strokes due and turn your arse an ever hotter red.’

  As he’d suspected, the threat of further punishment did the trick. ‘Alright. My skirt’s coming up,’ Marie-Rose gasped, putting her ringless hands quickly backwards. They found a crease halfway down the skirt and grasped it, using the purchase to pull the material up. When she’d finished, Michael stepped closer and folded it over her blouse-clad back so that it wouldn’t slip down again. He wanted a smooth bare canvas, demanded that nothing come between her rump and the two tailed tawse.

  Which meant that she’d have to pull down her pants forthwith. He flipped the implement against the white cotton expanse. ‘Take your knickers off, my dear. You know I thrash you twice as hard if you keep me waiting.’

  ‘But Lisa might see,’ Marie-Rose whispered, twisting her head round. ‘Or Dania or Bakar.’

  ‘Yes, they might see - just as you’ve watched some of them being soundly paddled,’ Michael said resolutely. ‘Didn’t you spank young Dania just the other week?’

  ‘But you asked me to!’ the receptionist said in a rush, still blushing anew and looking at him pitifully.

  ‘You didn’t exactly spare her, though,’ he quickly replied. He gazed at her pantied rear. ‘And now I won’t spare you. If you give it, you must be able to take it.’ He hit the tawse hard against the grass in an echoing precursor. ‘Pull these pants down now!’ Watched as the woman hastened to obey with suddenly clumsy fingers. Saw each centimetre of golden flesh appear. It would soon have an extra glow, an extra warming. Both orbs would radiate a writhing heat.

  Marie-Rose pulled her knickers down a quarter of the way. Then she stopped and gazed around, obviously looking for watching staff members.

  ‘Pants right off, then face the front,’ Michael said loudly, still hoping that Lisa might hear. Maybe she’d get so aroused that she’d come down to the garden on some pretext. Maybe she’d spend the night across his knee and in his arms. But for now he had a woman before him that needed chastening. And he had a very strong desire to chastise.

  He stared as Marie-Rose uncovered the remainder of her generous nether cheeks. His preference was for punishing small, taut, high bums. Sometimes, though, it was nice to have a swing at a larger backside. Especially one which hadn’t been punished for a month or two, and which quivered visibly as he raised the long leather tawse...

  ‘Dear me, your arse knows it’s been bad. It’s all a tremble before I’ve even touched it,’ he said mockingly. Was pleased to see t
he darkening early signs of arousal on the woman’s pubic crease. By the time he’d finished whipping her nates, her sex would be liquid excitement. Her clit would try to get closer to him even as her derriere begged for forgiveness, for release.

  The forty year old had left her knickers bunched at the top of her thighs. Michael surveyed the scene. Sometimes he liked the panties left there, further underlining the area to be corrected. Tonight, though, he wanted a completely clear canvas on which to emblazon the tawse.

  ‘Drag your pants down to your ankles,’ he said. He stared as she edged the white cotton to her knees, then let gravity take the garment the rest of the way till it rested on the grassy surface. Now she was ready to take the long thick leather implement on her defenceless cheeks. ‘It’s been a long time since you tasted this, my dear,’ he murmured. ‘Just recently you’ve been getting off with some mild spankings. But the lack of discipline has obviously affected your decision-making, so the tawse will put things right.’

  He lined the two-tailed punisher up with the centre swell of her backside, then laid it on smartly. Marie-Rose had tensed up as he pulled his arm back, but now that the tawse had made contact she visibly relaxed. She’d taken the four-tailed version several times - once after a long hard spanking. He knew that it would take repeated whackings before she fully responded to this two-tailed tawse.

  But that was what he wanted; to spend a very long time punishing her helpless hemispheres. It was therapy for him. It was equally cathartic for her. The fact that she’d submitted to being chastened out here in the open air would bring them closer. Though not as close as he’d felt to Lisa before she’d betrayed...

  ‘I’m going to dole out ten strokes of the tawse then we’ll have a little chat,’ he said, brandishing the leather implement over her soft beige flesh again.

  ‘Oh, I like our little chats,’ Marie-Rose said acerbically. In the early stages of arousal he knew that she spoke with the heaviest sarcasm. Then, as the heat in her bottom intensified, she became more amenable, more compliant, even coy.

 

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