She was disappointed when he released his hold on her and gently eased her away, pulling her underwear and jeans back into place. She blushed and averted her gaze. “I think that first lesson has been learned,” he said. Slightly embarrassed, she mumbled “thank you” when he handed her a half-full wineglass and pointed through to his living room.
“Go and sit down. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be through in a minute, once I’ve cleared up out here. Put the TV or some music on,” he said, ushering her out of the kitchen.
Megan moved into the living room and took a seat at the end of his dark brown leather sofa. She sank into the plush seat, tucked her feet up under her, leaned back and closed her eyes, enjoying the silence. Sipping at her drink, she wished the night would never end. Unfortunately, a short time later, he joined her and his presence immediately bought her thoughts back to what she had coming.
“Right, young lady, we have some preparations to do, in readiness for your punishment tomorrow. You sit here and finish your wine, while I go upstairs and run your bath.”
Chapter Four
Megan took a few deep breaths as she heard the doctor descending the stairs. “Come with me,” he said, taking her elbow and pulling her to her feet. “Your bath’s ready.”
Her heart raced as she followed him up the stairs and into the bathroom. The bathtub was half full, but she was disappointed to see there were no bubbles. Pouting, she turned to him. “Can I have some bubble bath?”
“No, you’re being punished,” he reminded her. “Now strip off and get in.” Folding his arms across his chest, he stood in front of her, his eyes moving up and down her body. Megan’s mouth fell open. Surely he didn’t expect her to undress in front of him. “I’m waiting, young lady,” he said, his eyebrows lifting.
“Please, don’t make me take my clothes off in front of you,” she pleaded. Shrugging his shoulders, he stepped closer. “Fine, then I’ll take them off for you.”
“No,” Megan protested. She tried to slap his hands away as he tugged her sweater upwards. Rolling his eyes, he let out a deep sigh and released his grip on her clothing. Putting one foot on the edge of the tub, he pushed her over his thigh and landed several hard spanks to the seat of her jeans. She shrieked in protest, but was unable to break free.
“Now you listen to me,” he said, landing a solid swat to the base of each buttock. “You’ll do as you’re told or you’ll be spanked.” Megan hissed out a breath as his hard hand landed another smack to the same two spots. “I suggest you stand up and let me undress you or the next spanking will be on your bare backside.” He finished his scolding with a final swat to each cheek.
Megan blinked back tears as he helped her to stand. Gazing into her eyes, he grasped the hem of her sweater and slowly lifted it. “Raise your arms,” he instructed, and she obeyed immediately, closing her eyes as the fluffy sweater was eased over her head and dropped onto the floor. Reaching around her, he unfastened her bra, easing the shoulder straps down before lifting it away. Megan’s cheeks flushed and she raised her hands to cover her breasts.
“Put your hands at your sides,” he told her. “Naughty girls do not get to keep their modesty when they’re being prepared for their punishment.” He stared at her hands and she slowly lowered them to her sides, humiliated when his gaze remained on her breasts. “Your actual punishment tomorrow will be much more embarrassing than what is happening now, young lady, so I suggest you get used to this.”
Megan shuddered as he reached out and cupped her breasts, before running his hands down her body and unfastening her jeans. Kneeling down in front of her, he unfastened the laces on her trainers. With her hands on his shoulders to prevent her falling over, she lifted one foot at a time, allowing him to remove her shoes and socks. He then eased her jeans down her legs, his hands caressing her outer thighs as the material slid down to the floor. She stepped out and looked at the growing pile of clothing beside her.
When his hands grasped the sides of her panties, it was too much. “No,” she shouted, stepping back and covering her breasts with her hands. “Please stop.”
Shaking his head, Dr. Wilkie stood up, gripped her wrist and pulled her toward him, tucking her under his arm in a bent-over position. She stamped her feet and cried out as he landed a volley of hard smacks on her behind.
“Let’s try again,” he said, turning her to face him and taking hold of the sides of her panties. He gazed into her eyes as he peeled them over her buttocks, then squatted down in front of her as he eased them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, shaking her head and squeezing her eyes tightly shut as she stood naked in front of him. Lowering one hand, she shielded her sex, covering her breasts with the other arm.
“Hands on your head, let me look at you,” he said.
Megan shook her head. “No. You can’t see me naked. You just can’t. It’s wrong. Go away.” Her eyes were wide as she tried to shield her body from his view.
“I’m going nowhere, young lady. Do you really need another spanking so soon?” he asked. Shaking her head once more, she chewed her lip anxiously as she gazed up at the ceiling, at first moving her hand from her breasts and placing it on top of her head, then raising her other hand to put on top of the first.
“Good girl, that’s much better,” he said, stroking her cheek. Stepping behind her, he ran a finger down her spine. She shuddered as his finger continued its descent, tracing the cleft of her buttocks. Moving back in front of her, he once more fondled her breasts, tracing her nipples with his fingertips. She gasped as his finger ran down between her breasts, over the soft swell of her stomach, dipping into her belly button, before moving down over her mound. He stopped just short of touching her slit, before removing his hand.
“Now, get into the bath,” he said. Lowering her hands to her sides, Megan approached the tub. Before getting in, she leaned over the edge and dipped her fingers into the lukewarm water. Scowling, she reached for the hot tap and turned it on.
“Ouch,” she squealed, jumping upright and cupping her buttock as she turned to face the angry doctor.
“How many times do I have to spank you?” he asked. “Get in there, now.” Leaning forward, he turned off the tap.
“But it’s too cold,” she objected.
“If you don’t get in there this minute, I’ll put some heat into your backside with that bath brush,” he warned. Megan’s eyes moved to the long-handled wooden brush, sitting on the edge of the tub. Swallowing anxiously, she climbed in, turning away from him and quickly lowering her butt into the cool water, before he could carry out his threat.
“That’s better,” he said, picking up a sponge and a bar of soap.
“I can wash myself,” she snapped. “I’m not a child.”
“Megan,” he said, sighing as he leaned forward and gazed into her eyes. “If you’re going to insist on being difficult, I will spank you again. Sit still and let me wash you. Stop acting like a naughty little girl.”
Tipping her head forward, her cheeks flushed scarlet as she reluctantly allowed him to scrub her back with the rough sponge. Seeing no way out of her current predicament, she decided it would be in her bottom’s best interests to do as he asked. She shot a dirty look toward the bath brush, sitting ominously in view. Closing her eyes, she remained still when he rubbed the sponge over her arms, lifting them to wash the underside and her armpits. But when he moved to her breasts, she twisted away and scrambled to try to get out of the bath.
“Sit down now,” he barked, grasping her wrist. “If you don’t behave, I’m going to make you a very sore and sorry little girl.”
When she did not move, he reached for the brush. Before she realised what was happening, the heavy wood landed against her right buttock. The sting was immense and she shrieked, putting a hand to her behind. “No, it hurts,” she shouted. Her eyes wide, she quickly lowered her smarting bottom back into the water. “I’m sorry,” she muttered, pouting.
“Put your hands on your head,” he instructed
, “and keep them there, unless you want more of this.” She shook her head as he put the brush back on the side of the bath. Squeezing her eyes shut, she chewed on her lower lip, hesitantly raising her arms and linking her hands on top of her head.
She groaned, a mixture of distress and pleasure, as he rubbed the sponge over her breasts and stomach. “If you’re a good girl,” he whispered huskily into her ear, “this could be quite nice, even pleasurable.” Her eyes opened as he dropped the sponge into the bath, and she watched with fascination as he soaped up his hands.
“It doesn’t have to be horrible, if you behave well,” he said, cupping her breasts in his large hands, smoothing the soap over them. Gasping, she tipped her head back as he pinched her nipples.
“Oh, Dr. Wilkie,” she said, sighing as he firmly massaged her small breasts.
Picking up the sponge, he trailed it over her stomach. “Up onto your knees,” he told her. Lowering her hands to steady herself, Megan pushed up, her bottom rising out of the water. However, she flinched when he pressed the sponge against her pussy and started to rub. Embarrassed by her arousal, and becoming suddenly aware once more of her nakedness, she slapped his hand away, before wrapping her arms around her upper body and pressing her legs together. “No, I can do that myself,” she protested.
“Right, young lady, I’ve had enough of your bad behaviour. Aren’t you in enough trouble without acting up?” Picking up the bath brush, he swatted it against her left bottom cheek.
“Ouch!” Megan bowed her head. “I’m sorry. This is so hard.”
“I know it’s hard. It wouldn’t be a punishment if it was easy. I’ve even tried to help you by offering a small reward for your compliance, but you continue to misbehave. I’ve had enough of your nonsense. Now do as you’re told, get onto your hands and knees, and spread your legs wide,” he ordered, his brow furrowed.
Megan stared at him, frozen in fear. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “I truly am.”
“You will be sorry if you don’t do as you’re told, right now,” he added. Soaping the sponge once more, he stared at her. “This is your final warning, young lady.”
Nodding slowly, Megan pushed up out of the water, leaned forward and placed her hands on the bottom of the tub, trembling as the cool air brushed against her skin.
“Bottom up. Legs wide apart,” he instructed. She immediately pushed her butt higher in the air, shuffling her knees to the sides of the tub.
“Good girl, now stay there until I tell you that you can move,” he said, thrusting his hand between her parted thighs and scrubbing her pussy with the sponge. “Oh, no, stop it,” she protested, squirming away and clamping her thighs shut.
“That’s it,” he shouted, dropping the sponge and wrapping his arm around her waist, pushing her upper body over the edge of the tub. “No,” she wailed, shrieking as his hand clapped down onto her wet bottom. “Stop it,” she protested, when his heavy palm smacked against her other cheek. Megan was dismayed when his arm simply tightened around her waist, pinning her into position, as his hand continued to land stinging swats onto her wriggling behind.
“I’ll stop spanking when you start doing as you’re told,” he scolded, landing several sharp slaps to her sit spots. Megan wailed and kicked her legs, the water sloshing around behind her. “I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I’ll be good,” she shouted. “Please, stop.”
“This really is your last chance,” he told her, patting her behind. “Earlier this evening, I shared a very pleasant meal with an attractive young lady,” he said, rubbing his hand in circles over her tender buttocks. “But now, I’m disappointed to see she’s transformed back into a naughty little girl, one who needs a sound spanking on her bare bottom.”
“I’m not a little girl,” she protested petulantly, humiliated at being held in a bent-over position and being talked to in such a way.
“Hmmm, I see you don’t object to being called naughty,” he said, swatting her bottom once more, before releasing her. “Now do as you’re told, otherwise I’m going to give your bare, wet bottom a hard spanking with the bath brush, instead of just my hand.”
Rubbing her buttocks, Megan twisted round and looked over her shoulder at him. “Please don’t do that. I’ll try to be good. This is awful,” she said, lowering her gaze. But she knew, no matter how humiliating it was, the alternatives were much worse.
“Bend forward and hold your buttocks open,” he ordered. “I want to see your bottom hole.”
Squeaking with distress, Megan lowered her head, grasped her buttocks, and pulled them slightly apart.
“Wider,” he said, picking up the sponge and soaping her buttocks, rubbing along the deep crevice between them as she held herself open to him.
“Good girl,” he praised, his voice calm once more. “This is supposed to be embarrassing, you wouldn’t learn a lesson otherwise,” he said, one hand trailing between her legs. She gasped as he soaped her mound with his hand, but she remained in position. When he applied firm pressure to her clit, she pushed her bottom out further and spread her legs as wide as she could in the cramped tub.
“Keep those buttocks apart,” he said, his voice dripping with desire as he landed a firm swat on her bottom. Groaning, she complied, her body trembling as fingers plunged into her pussy, his thumb applying firm pressure against her clit.
“Show me that tight little hole,” he said, surprising her when he pushed a soapy thumb into her anus. “Mmm, so tight,” he said with clear approval, as his hands brought her closer to climax. “Come for me,” he instructed, pinching her clit as he plunged his thumb in and out of her ass.
Megan’s breath was coming in short gasps, her head spinning, and she felt like she might faint. She had lost her virginity a year earlier, but had never before been penetrated anally. Rocking her hips against his hands, she arched her back and cried out as an orgasm more powerful than any she had ever experienced shook her body.
Sliding down into the tub, Megan tipped her head back, dunking her hair under the water. Her breathing was laboured, as she tried to recover from the unexpected pleasure. One minute she was being scolded and spanked by the college doctor; the next she was having a mind-blowing orgasm. She wasn’t quite sure how one thing had led to the other.
When she was calmer, Megan sat up and tipped her head forward. “Sit still and I’ll wash your hair,” he said, picking up a bottle of shampoo and squirting a liberal amount into his palm. She frowned as he worked it into a lather through her hair, wondering how he could be so calm.
Her eyes closed, Megan concentrated on his fingers, massaging the shampoo into her scalp. With her head tipped back, she sat obediently as he used a jug to rinse the soap suds away, and she remained in place as he combed out her hair and squirted a conditioning spray through it.
“Right, I want you to stand up now, hands on your head, feet apart,” he said, helping her up and guiding her into the position he wanted. Kneeling beside the bath, with her facing him, he began to soap her mound. Megan smiled, waiting for his fingers to work their magic again, but she was surprised when instead he glided a razor blade over her sex, taking a clump of pubic hair with it.
“No,” she protested, reaching down to put her hand over his. He glanced up and raised his eyebrows, turning his gaze toward the bath brush. The stern look was all that was needed to make her move her hand away and stare up at the ceiling. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, she chewed on her lower lip as he took his time, removing every trace of hair from her pubis.
“That’s better,” he said, standing up and cupping her pussy in his hand. “And your behaviour was better too.” Megan’s cheeks coloured. She felt highly aroused when he touched her in intimate places, but it was also embarrassing, especially knowing what it was all leading to.
She took his hand as he helped her out of the bath, and stood obediently as he briskly rubbed a towel over her body. Shivering in the cool room, she was grateful when he held out a pair of pyjama bottoms and helped her step into them. She
purred with pleasure at the realisation they had been warmed on the heated towel rail. Her anxiety lessened as he added a pyjama top. Surely her ordeal was over—for tonight at least—now that he was dressing her.
“Go to your room and wait for me,” he instructed. “There’s a hairdryer on the dressing table. You can use it if you want. I’ll be back up soon to finish things off for the night.”
With a quick peck to her cheek, he disappeared from the room and headed down the stairs. Megan sighed, wondering what else he possibly had to do to her. Not wanting to go to bed with wet hair, she hurried back to the bedroom, sat in front of the dressing table, and tipped her head forward, aiming the hot jet of air at the roots. Trying not to think about what else Dr. Wilkie had planned, she concentrated on drying her hair.
When she had finally finished, she put the hairdryer down. Looking into the mirror, she jumped when she saw the doctor, stood in the doorway, watching her.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were back,” she said, staring at his reflection.
“Not a problem,” he replied, striding across the room. “I was waiting for you to finish, before I complete preparations.”
Taking her hand, he led her toward the bed, sat down and stood her to his side. He put a few items from his hand onto the bed, but before she had time to look, he ordered her to take her pants down and lie across his lap.
“What for?” she said, frowning and taking a backward step.
“Being good didn’t last for long,” he responded, staring at her and shaking his head. “Bare your backside and bend over my lap right now. If I have to put you there, I’ll take my belt to your naughty bottom.”
Glancing at his waist, Megan’s eyes widened as she saw the thick leather belt with a large silver buckle, threaded through the loops of his trousers. She took a hesitant step toward him, yanked her pyjama bottoms down, and practically threw herself across his lap.
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