“You really have no idea what I’m going to do?” he asked, his eyes twinkling with humour as the corners of his mouth curved upwards. “Then maybe I ought to give you a little demonstration?” Leaning away, Megan’s eyes widened and she shook her head.
“Ah, so you do have some idea of how I’m going to punish you,” he said, appearing to enjoy her discomfort. “So, I’m still waiting to hear what you think might happen, and if you really don’t know, I am going to show you.”
Taking a couple of deep breaths, she twisted her hands in her lap, her buttocks clenched and knees pressed tightly together, as she perched on his lap. His hand rested against her waist. Tomorrow would come soon enough. She certainly did not need a taster session of what awaited her. Staring at her hands, she whispered, “Are you going to sp-sp-spank me?” Colour instantly flushed her cheeks.
“For starters,” he said, stroking her cheek. “Naughty little girls deserve to have their bottoms smacked, don’t you agree?” Megan certainly did not agree, and she disliked how his words made her feel like a child. But she did not want to give him any reason to turn her across his knee prior to her punishment the next day—which she had no doubt he would be more than happy to do. So instead of voicing the objections she felt, she nodded slowly.
“Good girl,” he praised, stroking her hair and sending an unexpected shudder of pleasure through her. “You’ll spend the afternoon in your room, then after dinner we’ll begin preparations for tomorrow,” he told her.
Megan’s eyes widened and her head snapped up. She wondered what preparation was necessary, but was dismayed when he offered no explanation, instead easing her off his knees and standing up.
“You’ll go to bed at eight o’clock tonight,” he told her, as he stepped through the doorway, “so you’re well rested before your punishment begins. I have house guests arriving tomorrow, so I expect you to leave this room in the condition you’ve found it.”
Megan slumped down on the edge of the bed. “Will I have gone home when they arrive?” she asked, crossing her fingers and desperately hoping that would be the case. She did not want anyone else to be aware of her awful predicament.
“No,” he said, quickly shattering her hopes. “My brother and his wife will be arriving in the morning. They are both teachers and strongly believe in discipline, so I suspect they will more than likely wish to assist me with your punishment. That will certainly make it more memorable for you, and will hopefully guarantee you’ll keep out of trouble in future.” Without another word, he closed the door, leaving Megan alone with her thoughts.
Getting up, she paced the room. On the one hand, she wished he would punish her immediately, get it over with, and let her go home. She saw no reason for him to extend her agony by making her wait. She let out a deep sigh as she acknowledged that was probably part of her punishment.
Whilst Megan paced the room, her mind in turmoil, the doctor returned with a tray. He put it down on the bedside table. “I’ve brought you orange juice and cheese sandwiches,” he told her.
“Thank you,” she replied, sitting down on the edge of her bed. She felt quite nauseous, but knew she ought to eat something. Staring at the small meal, she was relieved when he walked away, leaving her to enjoy her food in peace.
Sitting back against the headboard, she put the plate of sandwiches on her lap and started to eat. Hungrier than she realised, she soon polished off the four small triangles, washing them down with the juice. Once she had finished, she replaced the plate and glass on the tray, before lying face down on the bed.
Megan was startled when a hand rested against the small of her back and the doctor sat beside her. “I can see you’re anxious about your punishment,” he said, his voice soothing as he rubbed her lower back gently.
Tipping her head to the side, she looked at him. “What preparations need to be done tonight?” she asked, not really sure she wanted to know.
“After dinner, you’ll have a bath, then it’ll be early bedtime,” he told her, reaching out to touch her cheek. She smiled back at him, the tension between her shoulder blades easing off a little. A long soak in a hot bubble bath would be nice, and she really could do with an early night. She had been guilty of burning the candle at both ends recently and was feeling pretty exhausted. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“Try and have a nap,” he suggested, patting her behind. She tensed her buttocks, aware that however relaxed her evening was, soon enough the handsome doctor would be turning her across his lap and spanking her behind. She wondered if he would take her panties down. Her cheeks reddening, she turned her face away, grateful when moments later the door closed. Glancing up, she was relieved to see the doctor had gone.
Tossing and turning, Megan fretted about her fate, wondering if Dr. Wilkie’s relatives would really be involved, and if she would get through her ordeal without dying of embarrassment. Closing her eyes, she willed herself to sleep, hoping the whole situation was just a horrible dream and she might wake up in her own bed, ready to start the weekend afresh.
* * *
Megan’s hopes were shattered when, a couple of hours later, she was shaken awake. Opening her eyes, her heart sank as she saw Dr. Wilkie leaning over her. She sat up quickly, swinging her legs out of the bed. “I need to use the bathroom,” she mumbled, glancing down at the floor.
“I’ll show you where it is,” he said, guiding her along the landing. Opening the door and pointing into the white tiled room, he told her, “Don’t be too long. I’ll go downstairs and serve dinner.”
“No, I don’t want anything to eat. I’d prefer to just stay in my room until morning.”
“And I’d prefer you do as you’re told,” he said, grasping her wrist and halting her entrance into the bathroom.
“But I don’t want food. How can you expect me to eat when all I can think about is what’s going to happen tomorrow?” she asked, frantically trying to pull her arm away from his iron grip. “I’m not coming down for dinner. I’m going to stay in my room until you punish me,” she said defiantly.
“Is that right?” he said, his eyebrows arched. “Well then, as you seem so keen to be spanked, young lady, I shan’t disappoint you,” he said, marching toward her room, dragging a stunned Megan behind him.
“No, I don’t want to be spanked at all. Let me go,” she shrieked, as he sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her toward him by the waistband of her jeans.
“Show me what a good girl you can be and I won’t spank you too hard this first time,” he said. “Unfasten your jeans and lower them to your knees.”
Megan’s lower lip jutted out and she shook her head. “I’ll come down for dinner. I’ll be good. I promise. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please don’t spank me.”
“You’ve earned this spanking, for your defiance and refusal to obey orders. I’m in charge, little girl, and the sooner you accept that, the easier this will be for both of us. I won’t ask you again. Now take down your jeans.” His voice was firm as his eyes locked on hers. Megan’s trembling hands reached for the button on her pants and she closed her eyes as she pushed it through the buttonhole. “Please,” she begged, slowly lowering the zipper. “I need to pee first.”
“You should have thought about that before you disobeyed me. The quicker we get your spanking over with, the sooner you can pee. Now get those jeans down.” He let out a sigh and raised his eyebrows as she hesitated. Fearing the consequences, she leaned forward and tugged her jeans down to mid-thigh.
“Please, I’ll do anything you want, if you let me go to the toilet first,” Megan begged, chewing her lower lip as the urge to empty her bladder grew stronger.
“You’ll do whatever I want anyway, unless you’re not bothered about your ability to sit down any time soon.”
“Oh, Dr. Wilkie, I really need to go to the toilet. Please don’t let me pee in my panties.” Her desperation was evident by the tone of her voice.
The doctor grasped either side of her underwe
“No, please stop. I’ll come down for dinner now. I’ll do what you ask.”
“Yes, I’m sure you will when your bottom’s nice and hot, and you’ll learn to do what I ask immediately in future, or this is what will happen,” he said, as his hand slapped her cheek. Megan held her breath as he started to swat her cheeks firmly, moving from side to side. Although she was no stranger to being spanked, she was horrified to be across the lap of the handsome doctor.
His grip tightened around her waist and he landed a flurry of swats to her left sit spot. Megan was trying to be quiet, not wanting to show herself up by crying out, but the stinging swats made her squeal in distress as she kicked her legs and squirmed in her desperation to break free. Her struggles only succeeded in increasing the pressure on her bladder and she pleaded for her torment to end.
“No more,” she begged. “I need to pee, desperately. I’m going to have an accident if you don’t let me go, right now.”
Ignoring her, he landed several firm spanks to her right sit spot. Her hands clenched into fists, she hammered them against the bed, throwing her head back as she begged once more. “Please, I’m sorry I was a bad girl. I promise to be good.”
“That’s better,” he said, landing a hard smack to the centre of each cheek. She felt instant relief when he released his hold and pulled her up into a standing position, but her face turned crimson when he put his hand between her legs and squeezed her mound, before running a finger along her slit. Gasping, she took a step back.
“It’s a good job you’ve got strong pelvic muscles. If you’d had an accident while being spanked, you’d have spent the rest of the evening wearing nothing but a diaper. You’d have been spanked again too.” Megan squeezed her pelvic muscles, determined not to have an accident now. She would be mortified if he put her in a diaper. “I ought to put you on a potty, but as you took your spanking reasonably well you can use the toilet. Go on, hurry up before you have an accident,” he said, grinning as he reached around and patted her butt.
Megan’s face burned with humiliation as she ran from the room, bare-bottomed, her desperation to use the toilet greater than her desire to cover her freshly spanked behind. Dropping down onto the toilet seat, she winced, but a deep sigh escaped her lips as the pressure on her bladder was finally relieved.
“I’ll see you downstairs in a minute,” he said, as he passed the doorway and made his way down the stairs. Megan quickly cleaned up and redressed.
She did not particularly want to sit down and share a meal with him, especially after what had just happened in the bedroom. She just wished for the whole unpleasant experience to be over, but couldn’t help wondering how bad her actual punishment would be the following day. Not wanting to make things worse by keeping him waiting, she hurried downstairs, finding her way to the kitchen easily by following the clattering of pots and pans.
Her eyes widened and her mouth watered at the sight of the roast chicken dinner, already plated up and waiting on the table, set for two. A glass of white wine was beside each place setting, with the remainder of the bottle in the centre of the table. Two tall red candles, in silver candlesticks, stood at either side of the bottle.
“I trust you’re ready to be a good girl after your spanking,” he said. Megan nodded and stared at the floor, her cheeks flushing as she unconsciously covered her butt with her hands and rubbed. She had hoped he would be a gentleman and not mention the unfortunate incident upstairs.
“I’m pleased to hear it,” he said, pulling her chair away from the table. “But just to ensure there’s no more bad behaviour, I want you to remember what happens when you’re disobedient. The best way of ensuring a naughty girl learns her lesson is to place her freshly spanked, bare bottom on a hard wooden seat,” he said, unfastening her jeans and slowly easing them down to her knees, along with her panties. “This tends to help focus a young lady’s mind.”
Letting out a sigh, Megan stared up at the ceiling, unable to look at him as he encouraged her to sit down.
“Tuck in,” he said. Her cheeks burned as she lowered herself into the seat and gazed at the plate. It felt wrong to eat dinner with her bottom bare, but at least her partial nudity was covered by the table. Is this my last supper, she thought, before he punishes me again? Closing her eyes and shaking her head, she tried to rid her mind of the image of herself, draped across his lap, his hand pummelling her bare buttocks.
“I hope you’re not vegetarian,” he said, sitting opposite her and picking up his knife and fork. “I never thought to ask.” Megan shook her head, but kept her gaze focused on her plate.
“Do you not like chicken?” he asked, shovelling a forkful into his mouth.
“Yes, I do,” she whispered, biting down on her lip as she stared at the meal. Her head snapped up when he put his knife and fork down, picked up his glass of wine and took a sip, watching her intently over the rim.
“So, what’s the problem?” he asked calmly.
Megan’s cheeks flushed. How could he not realise what was bothering her? Was he really that dim? She wisely decided to keep that thought to herself. “Tomorrow,” she said, lowering her eyes. “You’re going to… I don’t want… I can’t… not again…” She stopped, unable to find the right words. Grabbing for her glass, she took a large gulp, put it down and twiddled with the stem. “Look, you might be okay about this, but I can’t just sit here and eat a meal with you, as if all this is normal. Especially after what you’ve just done to me.”
“Why not?” he asked, shrugging his shoulders.
Her eyes wide, she lifted her head and stared at him. Smiling, he raised his glass. “I don’t see what isn’t normal about sitting down to eat dinner with someone. Cheers,” he said, holding the glass out toward her. Sucking in a breath, she picked up her own glass and chinked it against his, lowering her eyes once more.
“That’s better,” he said, as she took another mouthful of the sweet-tasting liquid. “Now eat up, before I take offence and think my culinary efforts have been wasted on you.”
Megan trembled as his eyes locked on hers, but this time she held his stare. Under different circumstances, she could imagine herself enjoying the handsome doctor’s company. She pictured her fingers running through his short dark curls, his stubble bristling her skin, as those full lips pressed against hers.
With a sigh, she picked up her own cutlery and started to eat, her gaze focused on her plate. She tried to pretend she was eating alone, and tried hard to forget she was sitting bare-bottomed at the dinner table. However, the one thing she could not deny was that he was an excellent cook. She had no trouble clearing her plate, and when she put her knife and fork down, she looked up at him. “That was delicious. Thank you very much.”
Dr. Wilkie smiled across the table and picked up the wine bottle, topping up her own glass before filling his.
“So, Megan, tell me a little bit about yourself.”
Reaching for her glass, she took another mouthful. “Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked, frowning as she indicated the meal they had just eaten.
His eyebrows raised, he appeared to consider her question for a moment. “Would you rather I was horrible to you?” Megan shook her head.
“We’re stuck with each other’s company tonight, for another couple of hours or so,” he said, checking his watch. “I thought, before you go to bed, it would be nice to share a meal and a bottle of wine. It stands to reason I’m going to feed you. Your father wouldn’t expect me to starve you. That wouldn’t be punishment; that would be barbaric. Besides, I like to cook, but it’s such a waste to go to any trouble for only myself. It makes a nice change to have someone to eat with, so I thought I’d push the boat out. It’s been a while since I’ve had someone to share my table. Is that so bad?”
Megan shook her head, stunned that the handsome doctor did not have the ladies queuing up at his door. “No, not at all,” she said, picking up her glass and taking another sip. “This is lovely. I just didn’t expect it, that’s all.”
Smiling, he topped up her glass once more. “So,” he said, tipping his head to one side as he stared at her. “How are you enjoying college?”
A little more relaxed, the wine and Dr. Wilkie’s carefree manner helped loosen her tongue. Megan chatted about her course, college life, family, and her aspirations to work in the courts alongside her father. Thinking about her recent appearance in his courtroom, she sighed and lowered her head. She had totally disgraced herself. “I am sorry,” she said, lifting her head and squirming her bare bottom against the seat. It was no longer sore, but she could still recall the helplessness as she was sprawled across his lap, his hand bouncing off her naked buttocks.
Reaching across the table, he grasped her hand and squeezed it. “I know,” he said. “You’re going to pay the price for your sins tomorrow, just like you did tonight, then it’ll all be over.” Giving her a sympathetic smile, he rose from his chair. “But don’t let one silly little mistake scupper your future. You’re a bright girl. Learn from this and move on.”
Megan nodded. “I will. I promise.” Gazing at his large hand, she shuddered, imagining that hand smacking her behind. Closing her eyes, she shook her head and tried to rid herself of the image.
Letting go of her hand, he stood up and walked around the table. Her eyes widened when he stood beside her chair and held his arms out. “Would a hug help?” he asked.
Megan rose to her feet, looked up into his deep brown eyes and nodded, sighing when his arms wrapped around her and pulled her close. Leaning against him, she rested her head on his shoulder and breathed in his masculine scent. His aftershave brought to mind woodland, tobacco, and exotic spices. She nuzzled closer to him, encircling his waist with her arms. She suddenly wished he would take her to his bed and make love to her.
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