This page hosted by
Get your own Free Home Page
You may remember that the Thursday afternoon girl had already had the honor of receiving her spankings while I was in the room. Her essay and interview with Dr. White was interesting. She candidly admitted to finding last week's session very embarrassing, more than a little painful and very arousing. In her words, "You made me strip entirely for one of the other sessions and I could see you were mad so when you told me to take all my clothes off I wasn't too surprised. One of the reasons I come here is for discipline and I didn't question your order at all. What really flabbergasted me was when you told me to go into the other office and get him when I was naked. What's more, I know I pleaded with you not to have me do that but only once. Part of me knew what you were doing was just a continuation of my punishment and I needed it. I thought I would be totally humiliated and I was but not as much as I expected. As soon as I realized I was going to obey you I started thinking about how he would react to seeing all of me. That got a completely unexpected reaction on my part. I felt scared and sexy at the same time. I think he noticed too. That was really embarrassing but it got me even more aroused. You gave me a really good spanking (which I deserved) and I forgot about him for a while. But when you stopped I remembered that he was there and I couldn't believe how turned on I was. I'll tell you a secret about your assistant. When he hugged me I could tell he was ready for action too, if you know what I mean."
Dr. White chuckled, "Yes, I think I do. Now a question. Why were you so aroused? Was it because you were naked with him or because he was watching you get punished?"
The girl thought for a moment before answering. "That's a good question. I've been naked with guys before but usually we've doing stuff to get us both in the mood, so to speak. I don't think standing in front of a stranger with nothing on would normally get my juices flowing so it must be because of the circumstances. Maybe I'm a closet submissive."
My boss responded, "That's a possibility. How do you think you would react if he joined us in here again today? Not as part of any punishment, just to observe the normal sort of spanking I've given you before as part of the study."
Again, there was a moment of consideration. "Would I have to strip like last time?"
"Not completely but you would have to take off your jeans and panties. We'll follow the normal routine."
I saw a slight nod of agreement and Dr. White gave me just enough time to get the TV away before she poked her head out and asked me to come into her office. Our little visitor was as nervous as most of the other girls and although she was not showing me anything she knew I hadn't seen before, she was cute and shy as she removed the necessary clothing. Dr. White chose not to give me the full running commentary during the spankings. She was trying to keep the girl's embarrassment to a minimum for purposes of comparison to the previous week although in keeping with the charade that I was there to learn, I did get to feel the warmed-up bottom. During the between spanking bottom rubbing interlude the girl kept her back to me but did look over her shoulder once. My aloofness faltered when she smiled at me and I returned the silent greeting.
The application of the wooden spoon was enough to get a few tears but no significant cry of pain until the nineteenth swat. She let us know the last six hurt as well.
Before the required after-spanking picture I once again had my hand on her significantly warmer rear end. Unlike the other girls who showed some renewed or enhanced embarrassment by this, she moaned as if my touch was meant to be soothing. Then she was free to assuage the sting herself. It was interesting to note the way the other girls did this. Some of them stayed on the chair until absolutely necessary to rise, gather their clothes and head to the bathroom. Others stood up but kept their backs to me and the few that turned in my direction quickly realized I was seeing more than a red bottom and hurriedly put a hand over their crotches before spinning around again. This girl was different. She turned to face me and I saw that smile again while both hands stayed busy on her rear end. With a coy smile she tilted her head towards Dr. White and said, "I think it was the spanking. Would you leave us alone for a while. I think I need to discuss my feelings with him privately. Ouch!"
That last word was due to a playful spank from Dr. White who said, "I think you need a cold shower but I'm sure he appreciates the compliment."
With a little giggle and an exaggerated sway of her small hips, my almost sex partner picked up her slacks and panties and disappeared behind the door.
On a hunch Dr. White hid in my closet when the girl was ready to leave. You would hardly believe it was the same person. The petite sexpot was now a shy and slightly embarrassed young lady. I said, "Doc had to leave. If you have time we could go back and put that large couch of hers to good use."
She quickly shook her head and said, "No. I better go now."
I pushed my luck. "That was a pretty naughty suggestion you made in there. Maybe I should take you over my knee and give you a spanking of my own."
There was a noticeable hesitation. She was considering the idea seriously but gathered her courage to defy me. "I know you're going to spank me next week but that's just for the study. Dr. White is the only one who spanks me for punishment. But I'm sorry for the way I acted in there. I don't know what came over me. Good-by."
It was just as we expected, she was very aroused during and immediately after but without Dr. White as some form of chaperone, she wasn't really ready for sex with a relative stranger. I suppose I should be glad our scientific assumption was correct but it had been months since sex was not just a solo activity for me and this was the closest I had gotten since coming to this university. However, that was about to change the next day.
Friday morning is the last appointment for the week and Dr. White has a class in the late afternoon while I stay in the office to catch up on the paperwork, filing, etc. There was a soft knock on the door and I was pleasantly surprised to see Miss Monday Morning. I should mention that she was the twenty-two year old Master's degree student. Only a few months younger than me and you already know how I felt about her. I was a little tongue-tied and told her that Dr. White was not available. Her smile was warm, sweet, just a little shy and totally breathtaking as she said, "I know. She has a class and then she keeps office hours in the other building. I didn't come to see her."
I was as flustered as a kid in high school and said, "I see. Do you want to change your appointment? If Monday's not good for you we can find another time."
She responded quickly, "No, Monday's fine but ..."
It was comforting to see that she was befuddled a little too. I prompted, "Is there a problem?"
She blushed a bit. "No, not a problem per se. You told me she was going to use a tawse last time and I have to admit I was a little scared. I didn't get much sleep Sunday thinking about it."
I couldn't help interrupting, "Have you even been spanked with a tawse before?"
She looked up in surprise, "Oh No. I got quite a few spankings when I was growing up but not with anything like that. Mom was in charge of my discipline except when I spent summers with Aunt Helen. Now, there's a woman who knows how to spank. She was Mom's sister in more ways than one. My rear end wasn't safe from either of them and they didn't need anything heavier then their hands to get me back in line. No, my limited knowledge of spanking implements comes from this project and some books I got from the library. One of them told about life in English boarding schools and there was a whole chapter on discipline including the ways students, both boys and girls, were punished. The author spoke with great authority on the merits of various implements so I think he may've had practical experience giving and receiving. Apparently the cane was very popular. I assume he meant for the teachers, I don't think the students would've used that word. Anyway, it sounds like it was pure hell to get only a few strokes and a dozen was considered a extraordinarily severe punishment. Judging from his description, I can imagine it was."
She seemed to be getting over her embarrassment and continued. "In a way it was good to know about that. It made the things Dr. White used seem more bearable but I guess that sounds silly."
I said it was quite understandable and she continued. "I mean, it's not like I enjoy what we do here. As I said, I had never really been subject to that kind of treatment. I don't know why I volunteered except that I have the utmost respect for Dr. White. Her first spanking was a vivid reminder of the ones I got when I was a teenager but the next time, when she paddled me, I began to realize just what I had signed up for and started to have serious doubts. I almost quit but I had given my word to complete the project and that was more important than a sore . . ., um, well, suffering a little discomfort. I'll admit my resolve was challenged when I found out you were her assistant but you were also only concerned with the project, right?"
She smiled with that question and I tried, unsuccessfully, to hide mine as I said, "Of course."
She laughed, "Liar. Don't tell me you don't find seeing all these cute young coeds baring their rear ends in front of you pleasurable as well as academically interesting."
I know my face was red as I laughed with her. "Guilty as charged but college girls are nothing compared to a woman like you. If I had my way, I'd move your appointment to Friday and save the best for last."
The blush that had faded during her previous discourse returned. "I guess I should take that as a compliment and be flattered. I've heard innumerable lines from guys trying to pick me up but you're the first one to say anything like that. 'Hey baby, what's your sign?' is not nearly as original as 'I like the way you look with your bare rear end getting spanked with a wooden spoon'. Do you use that approach often?"
We were both laughing so hard it was hard to find a suitable comeback. I finally responded, "Only on beautiful post-graduates who come here so I can spank them and you're the only one I know of."
Still giggling, she said, "Well then, I guess I am special but sorry, I have a class Friday mornings and Dr. White is not available in the afternoon."
I couldn't let that pass without comment so I said, "That's not a problem. I could conduct the research myself and report my findings to Dr. White on Monday."
She simulated outrage and said, "Are you saying you would spank me without Dr. White here? What would prevent you from taking advantage of the situation and making untoward advances?"
I responded as a dirty old man and leered at her as I replied, "Nothing and you can be sure I would."
She laughed again and said, "Now that's an interesting suggestion. Can I have two appointments? One for Fridays and still keep my other on Monday."
I pretended to look at the calendar and said, "You're lucky. As it happens, I have nothing planned tonight so we can start right away. Take your clothes off and we'll move to the other office."
We both snickered and the way she leaned back in her chair told me she wasn't going to take me up on my idea, not that I expected her to. But she didn't let the subject drop entirely. "Sorry, I think I'll pass on tonight but you'll get your chance soon enough."
Her smile faded a bit as she looked down. "Speaking of Monday. That's the real reason I came here today. Remember that book I was telling you about? In addition to the author's opinion of the cane he rated the tawse right up there. He said each individual stroke hurt almost as much as the cane but the application wasn't limited to a specific number of swats. According to him, it was the worst of punishments. It was always given on bare buttocks and the receiver usually had to be restrained since the whipping, and that's the term he used, was so severe and took so long. His description was very graphic and when he said the recipient couldn't sit comfortably for days, it struck me as a gross understatement. Maybe it would've been better if I hadn't read that. None of Dr. White's previous spankings were anywhere close to what you would call gentle. She has a strong arm and knowing it would be wielding that thing for twenty-five hard swats was downright frightening. I was determined to endure it but as I said before, I was scared. Taking my clothes off for my spanking with you watching would have been impossible if I had to get the tawse too. The fact that she chose the wooden spoon made me grateful enough that I was willing to go along with the program and be mortified."
I almost corrected her and said the word she used was humiliated but wisely kept my mouth shut and let her continue. "I have to know. Was the spoon instead of the tawse? I mean, did it replace it in the overall agenda or has the tawse just been postponed? Never mind, maybe I don't really want to know the complete answer. What I need to know is if that's what she, I mean you, are going to use Monday?"
She was looking at me again and I saw noticeable relief when I said, "I don't know if Dr. White intends to use the tawse before the study is through but it won't be next week. We want to keep the variation from what had been the normal routine to a minimum. We'll be looking at your reactions to me spanking you for differences from when she did it. So she wants me to use the same short paddle she used at the start of the project. Feel better now?"
She smiled. "It's funny. Up to a few months ago I couldn't even imagine giving someone permission to spank me let alone use some of the implements Dr. White has introduced me to and here I am doing it every week. The really crazy part is now I'm going to voluntarily take my pants and panties off so you use your hand and then a snappy little paddle on me and Yes, I am relieved. Could I see it again?"
She was talking about the paddle and since Dr. White kept all her tools in her office we had to go there to fetch the object. As my newfound friend held the paddle she looked around the room almost wistfully. "I've never really noticed. This is a beautiful office and very comfortable, unless you're in the position I'll be in on Monday of course. Here, hold this so I can see what you look like with it."
I took the paddle and crossed my arms in my best 'stern headmaster' stance which got a chuckle. I don't think she was really intimidated but she feigned cowering in fear and pleading for mercy. Getting into the spirit of the act I said, "It's too late to ask for leniency young lady. You've earned yourself a paddling and that's what you're going to get. Bend over the arm of that chair and keep your hands in front of you at all times"
She went down on one knee and begged, "Please Sir. Not the paddle. It hurts terribly even when you spank me with it over my clothes. Isn't there some other way you can punish me?"
That's when I realized I neglected to say anything about the usual removal of her pants which was an oversight on my part but as it turned out, a lucky one. I put one hand on my chin and thought for a moment. She gave me a little wink and I decided to offer her an alternative. The straight backed chair Dr. White used in the punishment scenarios was against the wall. I moved it closer to the center and sat down. I tossed the paddle onto the easy chair and said, "I'll give you a choice. The paddle or my hand. If you decide on my hand it will be while you're over my knee and on your bare bottom."
She moved to my side and smiled as she said she choose the hand spanking. The funny thing about her smile was it was one I recognized from other women I had dated. It usually meant something along the lines of "Come here big boy and I'll show you a real good time". At first I shook it off as just part of our little game. We were having fun being silly and flirting a bit in the process. I expected her to laugh and call an end to our diversion and barely managed to keep my cool when she unsnapped her jeans, pulled the zipper down and slid them down till they fell to her ankles of their own accord. Did I say 'keep my cool'? It was definitely getting warmer and words were hard to come by. When she kept up the 'sorry little schoolgirl' persona and asked, "Are you really going to pull my panties down?" the only thing I could say was, "Yes."
Of course, the way she put it, I had no choice but to reach for the waistband of said garment. I was waiting for two things. One, for her to laugh it off but that's what I thought she was going to do a moment ago and was wrong. That left possibility number two. She was really going to get over my lap and either ask me to leave her panties on or, if I was lucky, at least wait until she was in position before pulling them off her rear end. It didn't take more than a second of her silent waiting for me to come to the conclusion that she had no objection to me taking them down while she was still on her feet. Neither of us said a word as I inched them lower and lower. Once they were clear of her hips I had to bend slightly as I took them all the way down to join her jeans. That put my face closer to where I could smell the unmistakable aroma of feminine arousal. As I guided her over my lap her hand rested a moment on the unmistakable indication of similar feelings on my part. And that part was getting more unmistakable by the second.
It wasn't the first time I had my hand on her bare bottom but today there wasn't the shiver of humiliation/mortification I felt last Monday. Instead I heard the cutest cooing sound and she shifted herself slightly. My brain was in a unbelieving haze but I thought back to when Dr. White spanked her like this. After one or two swats the older woman had the girls reposition themselves to put their bottoms into the perfect position for spanking. The glorious specimen on my lap was moving herself into that exact pose. She was telling me to go ahead and spank her. So I did.
Not near as hard as the warm-ups Dr. White gave her subjects but more than enough to get the area nice and pink. At the first sign of her trying to stand I let her up. I rose, in more ways than one, with her and our lips met for a fantastic kiss. She couldn't move too fast with her clothes wrapped around her ankles but we slowly shuffled our way to the couch. We broke free of each other while she took her T-shirt and bra off and I got rid of my clothes. She lay on the couch while I removed her shoes, socks, pants, panties and slid my hands up the same path those clothes had traveled down. Whether is was a result of the spanking, my caresses or just me, I could've written a whole book on her sexual response. But that would only be the prelude to a volume on the many ways, gentle and athletic, to use Dr. White's couch, easy chair, desk and floor as locations to achieve mutual sexual satisfaction. (No, I'm not really going to write such a book and I'm not going to tell you about it here either. Some things must remain private.)
Before we left the building we decided it would be best if we didn't see too much of each other that weekend since I had to maintain some semblance of objectivity when I saw her Monday. With her parting kiss she said, "I liked the way you spanked me tonight but Dr. White will be expecting you to give me the full treatment and, to be honest, I will too. You must follow her example. The warm-up is for a reason. The gentle way you put a sting in my bottom tonight won't do. Give it to me as hard as she does and don't hold back with the paddle. I know it's going to hurt but in a strange way, I'm curious to compare your technique with hers also."
My final words to her were, "You may not have to spend Sunday worrying about the tawse but don't think the paddle is going to be a picnic. You won't be sitting comfortably the rest of the day."
She smiled and said, "That's the spirit."
Apparently she still had that attitude when she arrived for her appointment. She leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Forget about Friday entirely. Remember, today I'm just a subject in Dr. White's spanking research and I meant it when I said I expect your spanking to be as bad or worse than hers have been."
I said I could never forget what had happened last Friday but assured(?) her I would put it out of my mind when it came to showing how well I learned the lessons Dr. White demonstrated last time. With a fleeting smile she said, "I don't know whether to be happy about that or not." and went in for her weekly interview.
Of course, I watched and while she admitted she found herself thinking about my upcoming spanking she neglected to mention our Friday tryst. It's funny, given what we did that afternoon, that she said she was apprehensive about my giving her today's spanking but I don't think she was kidding. After I joined them, Dr. White sat at her desk and announced that she was only going to act as on observer for the rest of the session and told us to begin. For whatever reason, my friend was just as nervous during the preparations as she was last week except she managed to get both shoes off without tying the laces into knots. During the rest of the week, I would enjoy the apprehensive actions of the rest of the girls but I was developing special feelings about this woman and didn't take any pleasure from her embarrassment in front of Dr. White.
As I promised, I was able to detach myself from these feelings when it was time to 'go to work'. The sound of my hands connecting with her bottom echoed off the walls and she was sniffling and holding back tears when she rose for her first opportunity to rub her rear end. After the passing of the paddle she was ready for round two. She made it swat number six before giving in to the need to let us know how effective I was. During Dr. White's use of the paddle she cried out on number seven. I wasn't sure if I should be proud that I made her give voice to the pain earlier or not.
When she came out of the shower and confirmed her next appointment she whispered, "That hurt something fierce. I hope you don't think this is perverted but now that the pain has subsided a little, I want to thank you. And that's not all I want. Can you get away for a few hours?"
I kissed her on the cheek and said, "So much for us remaining objective during the project. I'd love to be with you but we have to get ready for the next girl. But how about dinner tonight?"
She responded, "Sounds great but it'll have to someplace where I can eat standing up. You weren't kidding about making it hard to sit down today. Here's my address. See you at seven?"
I smiled. "It's a date."
Get your own Free Home Page