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The next Monday the girl from the hall was a little less nervous when she came in but still didn't have much to say. In her discussion with Dr. White she said she was disconcerted at seeing me in the outer office but had sort of accepted it as she thought about it during the week. I watched her preparations and still loved it every time I watched each of them remove the lower part of their clothing. Dr. White followed her plan. After the warm-up spanking she said she had inadvertently(?) gotten the wrong paddle and excused herself to get it from my office. (This week was long paddle week.) When she returned she left the door between the offices open and moved to her normal post. As expected, the young lady with her bare bottom hanging out over the chair pointed out the lack of aural privacy. Dr. White chided, "Oh, don't worry. He won't mind."
Before there was even the slightest chance to hear any further objection, she went to work. I was still watching on the monitor but I didn't need the headphones. Every solid swat and (after the seventh one) dismal sound of distress was echoing through the open portal.
Once again, her departure was delayed as we played the "Let's see, your next appointment is 9:00 next Monday. Is that still an acceptable time?" game. It not only forced her to remain in the office with the man who had just heard her receive twenty-five hard spanks with a two foot paddle but she had to look at him and carry on a short two-way conversation. I did more than confirm her normal time. I prefaced that comment by saying, "Dr. White is going to use a tawse on you next week. That's a heavy strap with the ends split into three pieces. It packs quite a sting so you should plan on spending a little more time recovering." The business about her appointment was a not too subtle way of making her admit to me that we both knew she was going to be spanked again and accept that I was going to be the one to arrange it. What she didn't know was how much more of a role I was to play in the future of this continuing study. Of all the girls involved, this was the one I wanted to get to know better and had hopes that I might be a consistent fixture in her future for a long time.
The rest of the subjects (except two) raised minor objections when the door was left open but only until the first or second time the paddle landed. After that they either accepted the loss of some privacy or were concentrating on the thing slamming into their rear ends. I'm not sure which.
One of the girls who reacted differently to the open door was Wednesday Morning, the girl who was still spanked by her parents. She was bright and chipper as she came into the office. Apparently she had totally accepted me as part of the project and was not embarrassed in the least to talk about it as she asked what special toy was just itching to visit her bottom. When I mentioned the long paddle she gave an humorous exaggerated shudder complete with unabashed and vigorous rubbing of her rear end. How she could laugh about it was beyond me but I had to laugh with her.
She went on to say, "My roommate in the dorm has something like that. She's pledging for a sorority and has to carry it with her everywhere and every time her big sister spanks her with it she has to write the date and time and number of swats on the paddle. If anybody asks she has to read what they call "The Spanking Log" out loud. She's says letting people know even these few details about the spankings is worse than the actual event. Personally, I don't see what the fuss is about. You're Dr. White's assistant so I'm sure you know my parents still spank me and I'm just as sure you heard me last week. The houses in my neighborhood are close together so there's no hiding when I'm being corrected. And I don't know how many times my folks have made me tell people when I've been punished so maybe I'm just a little more used to the fact that many of my spankings are sort of public knowledge. Anyway, I think she's lying about preferring that to the actual paddle. Last night there was a note on the door from her big sister telling her to report to the sorority house and to bring her paddle. That part was underlined and had the number 15 circled. From the look on her face I'd say she'd much prefer to read the log over a PA system rather than have another entry inscribed. I suspect if I ever pledge I can expect the same so it's a good thing if I get to know what it feels like. Today will be a learning experience."
From the way she talked about herself, I assumed she had already accepted the fact that I was privy to all the records of the project including her family history so I asked, "What do your parents use?"
She shared that they preferred using a strap. Actually they had a number of different sizes and thickness depending on their mood or the level of punishment they thought would best serve their daughter's interest. They ranged from short and thin to an old razor strop. I'm sure she would've told me all the details of every spanking she had ever received had Dr. White not interrupted. I listened carefully to hear if she still thought I was cute but my name wasn't mentioned. After the normal preparations and hand spanking, Dr. White opened the door. The helpless girl looked at it for a moment but more out of curiosity than concern and then got her "learning experience". When she stopped at my desk on her way out to check the schedule she again used her hand to rub the sting and said, "If my roommate got upset about fifteen swats with a paddle, imagine how she'd feel about the twenty-five Dr. White just gave me. See you next week."
The other girl that responded differently to my latest addition to the study was the smallest girl on Thursday Afternoon. Her arrival started out normally (for her). She was flushed with mild embarrassment to see that I was in the office again and was very quiet as she waited. As she had done all week, Dr. White conducted the interview about the previous spanking and the young lady stripped below the waist and was properly reacquainted with the older woman's hand on her relatively tiny bottom. But after the door was opened she continued her objections for six swats. I could tell Dr. White was really putting herself into her work to make the girl forget the door but to no avail. Then she changed the rules and I'm not sure who was surprised the most, me or the girl. The normal detachment between spanker and spankee disappeared and Dr. White was getting angry. (Actually, she told me later it was all an act and a spur of the moment experiment as she improvised an variation of the "punishment scenario".) She put down the paddle and said, "You're acting like a baby and I've had enough of it. You're going to get spanked with this paddle and whether you like it or not, he's going to hear everything. What's more, you are going to take off every stitch of clothing and we're going to start from the beginning again."
I expected to hear a defiant rebuttal but instead, she started to comply. She stopped momentarily when she was reaching behind to undo her bra as Dr. White lowered the boom. "When you've got that off you're going to go out there and ask him to come in here to watch you get the paddling you deserve."
I couldn't believe she would obey but on the off chance she did, I closed the video cabinet. Not a big sacrifice since I could see the part I missed when I reviewed the tape later. Through the open door I heard a bit of whimpering and a quiet, "Please, don't make me do that." Alas for the lass, Dr. White reiterated her command and I didn't need to review the tape to know the next sound I heard was that of firm but temporary merger of hand and bottom. A few seconds later a nude and contrite young woman said her first real words to me. "I'm sorry I've been so immature about you hearing me get spanked. Please join us and see that I'm properly punished."
I had seen all of them without clothes on their rear ends lots of times and twice totally naked (during the punishment scenarios) but only on video tape. This was my first view of one of them in the flesh and nothing but the flesh. As I looked at her I remembered that she was one of the girls who volunteered for the study because she felt a need for external discipline that was lacking in her life. That explained why Dr. White choose this tack with her. She wanted to be told what to do. The other thing I couldn't help noticing was her nipples. Dr. White keeps the place rather warm for the comfort her subjects when they are half (or completely) nude so cold temperature was not the reason I saw two twin bumps sticking out from her pert little breasts. They reminded me that this was also the one who found both punishment scenarios somewhat arousing. Her face was flushed with embarrassment when she presented herself to me but when she saw where I was staring, it got even redder. As she turned for me to follow her back into the inner office I saw that her cute bottom was much pinker than the rest of her (face not included) and wondered how long it would take Dr. White to bring both ends to the same color.
There was nothing but total obedience as the girl went back over the arm of the chair and hung her head waiting for the paddling to start anew. It was evident from her reaction that she thought "start from the beginning" meant going back to paddle swat number one and the repeat of the hand spanking was totally unexpected. When I refer to her reaction, I'm speaking of facial expression only. It quickly changed from surprise to dismay to acceptance and ended in an unhappy grimace. As to the rest of her, I saw her fists clench and unclench before grabbing the legs of the chair and while her bottom didn't have much excess muscle, what there was of it rippled and bounced back time and time again. She was in tears by the time the paddling restarted and I really expected to see her reach back at least once but she didn't.
When it was over she struggled to her feet to thank Dr. White and me for punishing her. After she got a maternal hug from the one who wielded the paddle she looked at me. I held my arms out and we shared a similar embrace. The two hard bumps were still there and I got a coy smile when she pushed against something else that had gotten rather hard. I had a feeling that she wanted to do a lot more than hug and I was already looking forward to when I got to spank her on my own. The plan called for me to provide relief after the spanking and I had a free hand (as well as other parts of me) to explore the extent of any post-spanking sexual feelings. I had no doubt that this little body in my arms was going to be mine for the taking.
We left her alone to make herself presentable while we discussed how to code her visit. We decided on LP6XHSLP25C1 (?PS) for six with the long paddle, an extra hand spanking followed by twenty-five more with the paddle, she cried out on the first one and it was an unplanned punishment scenario.
The following Monday my favorite walked in and actually said hello in more than an embarrassed whisper. We made small talk for a few minutes and pretty soon we were laughing at one of my bad jokes when Dr. White made her appearance. She joined in our conversation and you'd have a hard time believing one of us was going to be a voyeur in attendance while another was going to provide a long hard hand spanking before the traditional twenty-five swats with something more substantial and that the third member of our happy group was going furnish the bare bottom. In honor of Mother's Day (coming the next Sunday), Dr. White decided against the tawse she had planned to use. Instead, this week's spanking tool was a hefty wooden spoon.
I was left alone as they went into Dr. White's office for their weekly discussion. (Of course, I listened on the headphones and watched on the monitor.) Then Dr. White said, "Last time you wrote that you were upset when you saw my assistant in the office and were concerned about him knowing how I spanked you. Then you thought it over and accepted that Mac was part of the team. In your essay today you mentioned that the feelings of embarrassment returned when I left the door open but again, with time to think about it, you realize there was nothing to be embarrassed about. He knows you're here to be spanked and I can tell you and why. You ought to know that he appreciates your volunteering to be part of my study as much as I do. Now I have a question. Would you still be disconcerted if I opened the door again today?"
After a moment the girl answered, "I guess not. Are you going to? Open the door I mean."
The response was evasive. "Yes and No. How would you feel if he were in the room during the spanking?"
She didn't need any time to think. "I'd be humiliated and wonder just what the purpose of this study really was. If you're waiting for my permission for him to see me half undressed and draped over that chair you're going to have a long wait. The answer is No!"
Nonplussed, Dr. White said, "No is not an answer to any question I asked. I wanted to know how you would feel and I believe the real answer was that you would be mortified."
She was corrected. "The word I used was humiliated but mortified works just as well. Can we get started. I don't like where this conversation is heading."
With a sweet smile that barely hid the iron will of my esteemed employer, she replied, "I'm not finished. This study is about how young women like you respond to corporal punishment. It is not just about how you respond when I spank you. For the research to be complete and honest, you should be spanked by someone else at least once. That's what going to happen next week and he's going to be the one to do it. I'll be here watching so you needn't worry about him taking advantage of the situation or making any untoward advances but he has to observe us today so he can better understand how we do things here."
There was a short break while the young lady's mouth dropped open in speechless shock and her eyes had the "deer in the headlights of a semi" look. Dr. White had just made it abundantly clear that I really was going to be present for today's spanking and would eventually get to perform the honors on this young woman's sweet naked bottom. Before words to express her horror could be spoken, Dr. White continued. "Additionally, this study covers more than just the physical effects of spanking. Remember our role playing? I know you didn't like the punishment scenarios but you realized that they were necessary. Sometimes we have to do things we don't care for in the name of scientific exploration. Consider this another bit of unpleasantness if you want to but in a way I'm glad you said you would be humiliated. That adds a dimension to the project that deserves careful observation. We'll both be watching closely and our two viewpoints will be an important part of my final presentation. Lastly, before he spanks you next week, you'll have the plenty of time to think about it objectively and get over any embarrassment about him just as you have for the last two weeks. I think it's time to call him in and, as you so gracefully put it, get started."
There was still one objection to be voiced but it was more of an inquiry than an protestation. I had to strain to hear her as she asked, "Will I have to read my essay for him or have the kind of intimate discussion we normally do?"
Dr. White was willing to give into the unspoken request and said, "No. It'll be just the two of us for that just like today. He'll only come in to give you the spankings but enough about next week. Don't take anything off yet. Wait until he arrives. He needs to see the whole routine. Are you ready?"
I saw a barely perceptible nod and put the video equipment away before going into the inner office. Our young friend was fidgeting and the light-hearted banter from earlier was noticeable by its absence. I sat at the desk and with a nod from Dr. White, the girl bent to her first task. I'm sure she had taken her shoes off thousands of times but never at a time like this. Her nervous fingers got the laces tangled and knotted and she ended up yanking them off. However, she was meticulous in folding her socks as if trying to delay the next step. Her eyes avoided mine as she turned around and stepped out of her jeans. I'll interrupt myself for a moment to say that after the first session or so, none of the girls wore the skin-tight slacks or shorts that were so popular on campus since they would be putting them back on very sore bottoms. That made their removal all the more erotic to me. I had memorized each of their delightful curves and seeing them unveiled from such plain wrappers was a joy each time. Today was no exception. She was beautiful standing there in her panties but only for a few seconds. With a rapid sweeping motion they came off but she wasn't going to stand around for my pleasure. In a flash, she was over the chair and hiding what she may have thought was her most secret place while one of her best assets was prominently displayed in all its pale and tremulous glory while the before-spanking picture was taken. Seeing the preliminary spanking on tape is one thing but even though my view of the proceedings was limited to only one end of her the real thing was much better. (I watched her facial expressions on the tape later.) Her bottom bounced and wriggled as the skin slowly increased in sensitivity and was more beautiful with each none-too-gentle slap.
Since one of the avowed purposes of my close proximity was for me to learn how to give a proper spanking, Dr. White kept a running commentary on her technique and paid special attention to the best way to make sure this particular girl got the most out of the experience. (I got a repeat of the same lesson quite a few times that week with minor variations geared towards whichever particular girl was over the chair and never got bored.) Of course, hearing someone describe how your rear end is eminently suited for spanking and being rather specific about how to get maximum results with a minimum of effort can be embarrassing. Especially when the rear end in question is also being painfully used as the demonstration. But mortification (or humiliation) was the other goal and that was accomplished early in the game. The bad news (for her, not for us) was that it was going to get worse.
The next level of shame was when the hand spanking was over. As Dr. White stepped away the girl sighed in temporary relief while mentally steeling herself for the wooden spoon. What she wasn't prepared for was my hand touching her. Dr. White invited me to feel the warmth that had been generated so I would know when to stop the hand spanking by gauging temperature as well as color. In keeping with standard procedure, the young woman was allowed (more like forced) to stand up for a short break. Normally they leap at the opportunity to rub the freshly spanked bottom but this one seemed torn between giving herself some small relief and knowing what a show she would be providing me. The need for relief won but at a cost. As I had seen at least once before, the subject was very red and flushed on both ends.
Dr. White then asked if the girl was ready for her twenty-five swats. I've never heard anyone so eager to offer her bottom to the considerable sting of a hard implement but in her defense, the sooner the wooden spoon was passed back to the older woman the sooner the whole mortifying/humiliation affair would be over.
She went back over the chair and the crack of the spoon landing echoed off the wall. I could tell Dr. White was giving it her best. She was determined to bring the embarrassment to a higher plane and wanted the girl to break down and cry as soon as possible. Miss Monday Morning held her tongue until swat number seven. She may not have realized it but I could tell the force of the blows decreased slightly. Dr. White conspiratorial smile confirmed it. She was back to firm but not overly severe contacts. Her goal at making the young woman cry like a little girl during her spanking had been accomplished and the barely lighter swats were just the right potency to keep the tears and vocal affirmations going.
The cessation of the second spanking did not mean my study of the fine art of spanking was over. I had(?) to complete my comparison of the heat radiating then with that produced by Dr. White's hand earlier. There was a significant difference and I reveled in a second opportunity to feel that marvelous surface. Then there was the after-spanking picture. The poor thing had to say in that shameful position while Dr. White gave me very detailed instructions on the use of the camera and let me snap the photo.
Before the girl struggled to her feet for the traditional comforting hug, I returned to my place sitting behind Dr. White's desk. It wouldn't do to have her see just how much the show had aroused me. It was mildly embarrassing when Dr. White noticed it but she was a professional and understood. I was able to rearrange myself in my pants before moving to my own desk. A while later she (the girl) emerged as fresh as a daisy to confirm her next appointment. Whether by chance or design, we both looked up at the same time and our eyes linked. I detected a sparkle and a hint of a smile as she said, "See you next Monday."
I didn't mean it the way it sounded but I replied, "I'm looking forward to it." But you could've knocked me over with a feather when she cooed, "So am I."
I really don't have the space or the time to tell you about each of the girls but I'm sure you're curious about Wednesday Morning and Thursday Afternoon. In chronological order, Wednesday Morning didn't have a problem with me watching. I was no worse than others who had been present of her family punishments and after all, I was a part of the team. She didn't even flinch when I put my hand on her warm and then quite hot hind quarters. Apparently, when she was at home, it was quite normal for those not directly involved in applying the straps to be invited to explore this area as if seeing her gyrations and hearing her cries were not enough to convince them she had been punished properly. Since this also was meant to be an added incentive for better behavior on her part, she was required to make the invitation. While she was normally completely open regarding her punishment experiences, she uncharacteristically blushed as she told us this. Of course, this aroused our curiosity and we asked her about it with the caveat that she didn't have to tell us if she didn't want to. The blush remained as she agreed that, in the name of scientific research, it was important for us to know more about her familial disciplinary sessions.
She began, "I'm not going to tell I like getting spanked. I may've given you the impression I blithely bounce into the living room when they're mad at me but that's not the case at all. It's true I accept their right to punish me as they see fit but that doesn't mean I don't get scared stiff every time I see them getting out the straps. I never think to be thankful that it's just going to be the three of us until I'm sent for them when company is present. Notice the not too subtle difference. They say it embarrasses them to punish me in front of other people and it's only 'fair' that I should share in the embarrassment too. It's not enough that I'm going to be half-naked before, during and after the spankings. By the way, that's only if I'm lucky enough to be wearing slacks of jeans. If I'm wearing a dress or a long blouse that has to come off too. Can't have anything blocking the path now, can we? So what if I'm only wearing a bra. One thing I've learned. I have a few really sexy ones I like to wear but it's better to be safe than sorry so a good 'old-fashioned cover as much as you can' bra is the best choice when I'm home. Anyway, my loss of modesty is a given and I said, that's not sufficient humiliation under the circumstances. After I'm properly attired for the event I have to get the tools they're going to use and give everyone chance to hold them while I put the chairs in their proper place. I know I keep interrupting myself but I have to say that while I don't much care for the spankings you give me, I'm willing to go through with the study. What I really mean is that you don't know how much of a relief it is to come here where everything is all set out and all I have to do is bare my bottom and concentrate of the spanking itself. Even with him here today to watch me it isn't as bad as baring myself for their spankings with an audience at home. But that's not the worst part. I have to wait until the straps have been passed around and listen to everyone tell me how formidable they look and how much they're going to hurt (as if I didn't already know). Invariably, one of them will ask for a better look at the target so I have to turn around and bend over. When the last visitor has had their fun I can finally collect the straps and pass them to the proper authorities. By then I'm more concerned with the pending renewal of my bottom's acquaintance with those things and I've gotten over most of the embarrassment of how little I'm wearing and who is watching. My folks believe that mild spankings have no place in their style of discipline so the spankings are about the same whether there's anybody to watch or not. First a good healthy dose from Mom before I change partners and Dad gets a chance. Then it's back to Mom for her encore and one more time with Dad for the finale. You know, just a normal spanking."
I was about to say that what she described didn't sound like any normal spanking scenario I had ever heard of but it was apparent she was getting to the point of her story and I chose not to interrupt her.
She continued, "Usually it pretty much ends there and I stand in a corner with their handiwork on display and that's another thing, I really appreciate it when you let me rub some of the sting out. As you can imagine, that's a definite No-No in my house. However, I was talking about what happens when we're not alone. I still have to stand in the corner with my hands well clear of my bottom but not right away. The audience now becomes critics. First of me and my behavior so they echo the lecture I got from Mom and Dad. I already feel like pond scum and listening to them berate me is not helpful. Of course, that's only my opinion, everyone else thinks pointing out my faults is essential to my upbringing. They always end by pointing out how lucky I am to have parents who love their daughter enough to give her the discipline she needs and aren't I grateful for it. Who are they kidding? Grateful to have my rear end on fire? Do they expect me to agree? Since the question is always asked before I've gotten up from Dad's lap and he still has a strap in his hand, you bet I agree. That's when I have to ask them to look and feel my bottom to see if they approve of the extent of my punishment and they get to play critic again but this time they're not judging my behavior although I certainly wish that were the case. I can count on at least one or more of them finding a place that didn't get enough attention and dear old Dad is ready, willing and all too able to correct the situation. So you can see why I really appreciated your professional and scientific manner."
Our professional and scientific manner was put aside for a moment as we both gave her friendly hugs before she left.
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