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The next appointment was the very tall girl and as I mentioned, I enjoyed the entire event with her. She's a bit uppity and aloof but that didn't last long.
I got the feeling Wednesday Afternoon would've been disappointed if I gave her anything less than my best. She was a little sexist in her opinions regarding spankers. Although her mother and Dr. White's efforts were nothing to sneer at, it was her father's hand holding the strap that she feared most. She considered it a male characteristic to give memorable spankings and I did my utmost to prove her right.
Thursday Morning was also interesting (which is not to say all the others weren't). Whether she was stripping partially or completely and getting spanked for punishment or as an academic exercise, as long as I was in the room and especially when I was spanking her, she got very aroused. Her preparation was a real performance. Maybe because this was the third time I had been around when she wasn't decently covered but in any event, she was no longer a shy little girl. She had a great show of wriggling and assuming provocative poses during the process. When she removed her panties she bent way over and thrust her rear end towards me. After they were gone she stayed in that position but put her feet wide apart as she did a few limbering up exercises and made sure I saw everything she had to offer. She tried to take off her shirt also but Dr. White stopped her and got the cutest little pout in return. In exasperation my boss realized this girl was not going to fit into the normal research routine and decided to try another experiment.
She said, "If you're determined to be nude I'm going to allow it but not in the way I think you want. The last time you took everything off it was as a punishment and so it will be today. But just like it was then, that will be only the beginning. Strip."
The shirt and bra were discarded and there was a little less defiance in the way she stood with her legs clamped together and although her arms were at her sides she slumped her shoulders forward to hide as much as she could. That lasted until Dr. White moved behind her and used two binding straps to attach her wrists to the opposite elbows. This caused her diminutive breasts to be trust out prominently or as prominently as the could given their size. As the flush of embarrassment crept up the girl's neck Dr. White said, "You didn't have a problem with him putting his hands on your bottom last week and I have to assume your desire to show him your breasts is tacit approval for him to put his hands there and see their reaction to the spankings. We'll start with them. Mac, see if her nipples show signs of arousal."
Our young pseudo-exhibitionist desperately struggled against the ties until the sharp command of "Stand still" was obeyed. I'm certainly not adverse to having my hands on female breasts and these perky twins were most inviting but I wasn't comfortable taking a liberty like that against her will. But in the name of scientific research I forced myself. I was learning to expect the unexpected so when my approach was not greeted by shrinking away but by leaning into my hand, it was no major surprise. Nor was the smiling face looking up at me or the two hard bumps on the small hills of flesh. I was catching on to Dr. White's methods and as I rolled the nipples in my fingers I said, "Just as you suspected. She's very aroused. This isn't a punishment at all. Perhaps we should compensate by giving her an extra long spanking."
My proposal was met by a quiet moan from the girl and I'm not sure if it was a hidden plea to be spared the spanking I suggested or the opposite; a pleasurable response to my tweaking and the thought of receiving her physical punishment from me. Regardless, the other woman moved the straight back chair away from the wall as she said, "I think it's a very good idea. Take her over your knee and spank her like a naughty little girl. I know you know how to do that."
That last comment concerned me but I let it pass for now and carried my victim to the chair where I placed her in the proper position. True to my word, my hand was landing very hard and I was in no great rush. I was watching Dr. White for her signal to stop and it wasn't until there were plenty of tears and two final swats that got the kind of screech we normally heard only after a few with an implement. We sent her to the easy chair and in answer to her complaint that she couldn't reach her bottom to rub the sting out she was told she had forfeited her right to the comforting interlude. However, that did not mean her bottom was spared the feel-for-heat test or the verification that her nipples were still as hard as ever. So it was a very sore and totally uncomforted rear end that met the paddle. The comment on her file eventually read OTKHS- SP25C1HT (?PS) (MS) which meant she received an over the knee hand spanking, the short paddle for twenty-five swats, cried out from the first and it was an unplanned punishment scenario with a male spanker.
When the paddling was over we had our charge stand for another nipple test and the tear streaked girl leaned into my hands again. Then the observer wanted to know if the girl was wet. Since her legs were open it was a simple task and a small change in her position to put this area into my hand was added assurance that she found punishment an erotic experience. When I reported my findings the real test of Dr. White's hypothesis began. She said, "Last week you asked me to leave you two alone. I assume you had more than verbal intercourse in mind. Do you want me to go today?"
The lithe body in my hands stiffened. Just as we thought, she was more into the idea of being aroused as long as she didn't actually have to do anything about it. Dr. White's presence gave her the safety net she needed and she pulled away from me as she shook her head. But Dr. White wanted more. She spoke again. "Well, in that case it seems we finally found a suitable punishment for you. Mac, it looks like we're going to have to keep her tied a little while longer and maybe give her another spanking but I'll leave that up to you. I'm going to be in my other office if you need me and I'll be back in time for our next appointment."
There was no doubt the entreaties we heard were genuine. She was scared and if Dr. White's plan was to get the girl to admit her limitations, it was successful. She begged, "No, Please No. I need you to stay here. I'll take another spanking if you think I need one but don't leave me alone with him."
Dr. White pushed the issue. "Don't you want to have sex with him afterwards? That's what I thought you said last week."
With tears of shame the response was, "I know that's what I said. I was really turned on but I was just kidding. I'm scared to be here alone. This is where I get punished and only by you. Regardless which one of you actually spanks me, I know you are the one truly in charge of punishing me. Please stay."
A nod from my boss and I undid the bounds. The girl rushed into Dr. White's outstretched arms for a much needed maternal hug. That's when the professor's plan began to fall apart. Between sniffles, the naked nymphet started a request that shocked all of us. "Would you spank me over your knee. I know it'll hurt but I need it."
Somewhat flustered, the older woman agreed. "All right. Let's go to the chair. Mac, would you leave us for a while."
The special request didn't stop at receiving a spanking from her selected disciplinarian. Silence reigned after she made the full extent of her desire clear. "No. I want him to stay. After you've spanked me I want you to order me have sex with him. I want you to hold me down on the desk while he ... does it."
Flabbergasted doesn't begin to describe the look on Dr. White's face and I'm sure my disbelief was evident also. However, after a moment Dr. White grabbed the girl by the arm and dragged her over the waiting lap. Slaps and cries filled the room and intermixed with the piercing wails of despair were words of truth. I'll condense her dialog to the essence. She was sorry she challenged Dr. White. The present spanking was hurting her more than she expected. She had only offered herself for extended punishment to shock us and hadn't really meant it. The present spanking was still hurting her more than she expected. She was a virgin and wasn't ready for sex. The present spanking was hurting her much more than she expected. She was sorry she cheated on her test for Dr. White's class. (That got an extra dose of heavy hand.) And finally wordless acceptance of the punishment she was receiving.
I left the two of them while I went for sandwiches so Dr. White and I could have something to eat before our next appointment and the girl was gone by the time I returned. My boss commented that we had all learned a few things this morning and chuckled as she added, "But at least you and I can sit down."
After a few more bites she said, "By the way, I don't know if I ever mentioned that I invited a guest lecturer to take my class last Friday. I didn't mean to spy but when I came back here and heard you in my office I turned on the cameras. I must admit, you two were rather energetic. Don't blush. She's a pretty woman and you both qualify as consenting adults. The question is how your relationship fits into our study."
As she noticed, I was blushing and said, "I don't think what we have is anything you could call a relationship yet. We were attracted to each other and Friday night just happened."
Dr. White gave me a motherly smile, "And your date Monday night. Did that just happen? And did you find a mutually agreeable activity that did not require her to sit? Never mind, that's none of my business but if you get any redder I'll put you on my sandwich in place of this excuse for a tomato. My concern is how you are going to respond to the rest of the girls in the study. You're going to be alone with them next week and the plan was for you to see how aroused they became and I thought I made it clear that you were free to act as you think the situation warrants. I hired you because you looked like a strong virile fellow but if you think you'll have a difficult time providing a comforting service because of an attachment to a specific girl ..."
I held up a hand and said, "There's no need to worry. We're not at the stage where there's been any sort of commitment. We're both free to date as we please. In fact, she's going out with one guy on Friday and another on Saturday. But I'm going to ask for one small favor. Just in case something serious clicks when I spank her, can we move her appointment to Friday?"
Dr. White smiled and said she would arrange it. Just about then, the door opened and our next appointment arrived looking so sweet, shy, and delectable.
Time seemed to drag the following Monday morning. I kept looking at the door and expecting to see the woman who usually arrived for her appointment at that time. For the last three Mondays I started my week by watching (either on the monitors or in person) and, as of last week, delivering her spanking. I was torn between disappointment and eager anticipation. It was best that I put her out of my mind as I was going to spank a number of young girls in the next five days and had to be ready to provide, um, comforting services as necessary. I didn't need thoughts of her casting a shadow on my libido. Besides, she wasn't gone entirely. Dr. White honored my request to save this woman for last but she didn't want to disrupt the other's subjects schedule so she changed her appointment to right after lunch on Friday. That way Dr. White could watch us from the video closet during the spankings and, if things went as I hoped, quietly leave us alone when she went to teach her class.
But, back to Monday. The morning wasn't wasted. Dr. White let me in on a little secret. First I should mention that I have a class immediately following the Tuesday afternoon appointment so I never saw what happened after the second spanking. At her suggestion I made arrangements to miss that class this week although until that moment, I didn't know why. As normal, she recorded everything but transferred the extracurricular activities to another tape and erased it from the original which is why I'd never seen them. She explained the situation and said I would have an additional duty. Then she let me watch the tapes so I would have a good idea what to do. I'll tell you more about that later.
Dr. White had told all the girls I was going to give them this week's installment also so it was no surprise that Monday Afternoon (the tall girl) eschewed a verbal greeting in favor of a polite but "grimly determined to go through with it" smile. I had done a good job paddling her last week and I got the feeling she wasn't looking forward to today's spankings. As I mentioned, she was normally a bit aloof anyway but her uppity attitude was not evident. It's hard to put on airs in front of the guy who's going to watch as you ceremonially remove the major portion of your clothes and then present your sacred bottom for not just one, but two spankings.
Dr. White's original plan was to be "gone" for the entire session but just about all the girls expressed the same concern I first heard from Monday Morning a couple of weeks ago. Although they agreed to let Dr. White's male assistant spank them as part of the study, they were strongly opposed to sharing their essays and special feelings about the sessions with anyone but her and especially not me. So I had to be content with watching and listening on the monitors until invited in for the unveiling. As always, that's something to watch. It's even better when you're in the room and seeing their faces and ineffectual attempts to hide as much as possible as each item is removed. In this case I would've needed a hammer and chisel to get anything between her thighs. She had them tightly pressed together as she took tiny steps and modestly put herself over the arm of the chair. Her whole demeanor said, "I may have to offer my rear end to your punishment but I'll be damned if you're going to see anything else." Of course, what she didn't know was that, with the aid of two cameras, slow motion and pause control, I'd already seen absolutely every inch of her and had studied the images of her statuesque body intently.
The other change in Dr. White's plan was for her to stay during the warm-up. Since that was not limited to a specific number of swats it could be too frightening for the girls to be alone during a spanking where I had complete control on the length and severity. She waited until the girl was on her feet, facing us and holding the wooden ruler I was to use before she made her exit. She had a button under the edge of her desk that made the phone ring. She answered(?) it and carried on a one sided conversation that gave the impression that there was some sort of crisis in her department and she had to leave. This girl led the way (most of the other's did about the same) in reaching for her clothes as if the session was over. I loved the looks on their faces when Dr. White nonchalantly said, "Don't be silly, why waste a warm-up spanking. Mac is going to give you twenty-five with the ruler and he doesn't need any assistance from me. I trust him to take good notes and he and I will discuss your spanking later. Now, give him the ruler and get back over the chair."
The girl uncertainly passed the implement to me and stayed standing until Dr. White left the office and we heard the outer door close. Her awareness of her semi-nudity seemed to be magnified now that it was just the two of us. When she first stood up for the between spanking rub and jiggle she kept at least one hand covering her pubic hair but in her surprise at the turn of events she had forgotten her modesty and moved the hand not holding the ruler to her mouth and moved her feet apart to steady herself. All of a sudden she realized how exposed she was and quickly spun around and put herself on the chair. She held her thighs together tightly during her first spanking but now they were welded shut. They stayed that way but not for the entire spanking. Although she didn't cry out until the twentieth swat she had been squirming to better absorb the pain since the eighth but by the sixteenth she had moved her feet apart to brace herself against my onslaught and give herself more wriggle room. The arm of the chair is just about the right height for the average girl but not for her. In order to keep her feet firmly planted on the floor she wasn't resting her torso on it as the others did. The combination of her raised bottom and ever increasing gap between her legs was exposing the very area she tried so hard to hide earlier.
When it was over and I took the required picture, I put the camera on Dr. White's desk and returned to the chair. She was still in position but both hands were busy rubbing the bright red skin. I added one of mine to the enterprise in order to increase the soothing effect (Yeah, right.) and said, "I know it hurts terribly but I can't tell you how much your support in this study means to Dr. White. We both admire you for your courage. I'm sorry the spanking had to be done but it's over now. Does this help?"
The "this" I was referring to was my hand rubbing and squeezing gently, especially on the lower portion of her rear end. She was still sniffling but managed to say, "Yes, thank you."
I could just imagine Dr. White sitting in that little room and nodding to herself as she wrote on her notepad. Step one of the post-spanking plan was complete. For step two I kept my hand in place but moved to her side and put my other one on her shoulder muscle. As I started to knead the tension I said, "I'm sorry. Where are my manners? You probably want to be left alone. I'll go into the other office so you can get cleaned up and dressed."
I made a small motion as if I was going to leave and step two was satisfactorily completed when she said, "No. Stay here. That is, if you don't mind?"
I said I didn't mind at all and the shoulder massaging hand moved to stroke her cheek while the one massaging her bottom moved more to the center and inward. You'd hardly believe it but her previously clamped shut thighs were now wide open gates.
Step three called for direct genital stimulation and I smiled at the hidden camera to indicate success although I think it was obvious from her gasp and the way she panted the word "Yes" a couple of times.
Step four, removal of all her clothes was optional but worth a try. After a few more short flicks and thrusts of my finger I held her arm and brought her to her feet. She moaned for me not to stop what I was doing down below but as I silently pulled the hem of her T-shirt skyward she grabbed it from me and yanked it over her head. Quick as a flash, I was squeezing her breasts through her bra while she was unfastening it behind her back and it came off in my hands. As soon I dropped it she grabbed my hands and put them back where they just were and pulled me along as she backed towards the couch. She sat down but only for as long as it took for her battered backside to remind her it was still very sore. My firm and supple handholds slipped from my grasp as she spun around, knelt on the couch, raised her rear end, spread her knees and said, "Now!"
It takes longer to describe that it actually took for me to open my zipper, extract myself and bury the evidence of my arousal in a nearby cave. Alas, the state of my penis was not disguised so easily and the owner of my hiding place noted how big and hard the intruder felt. Let me tell you, hearing things like that does wonders for a man's ego and spurs him on to greater efforts which were appreciated by both parties.
By the way, that was step five.
As she was getting dressed afterwards she said, "Thanks, I needed that. I hope you didn't read too much into it. I've never told Dr. White but my boyfriend knows about my part in the project. He doesn't like to spank me himself but he appreciates it's effect on me. After my session with Dr. White, he meets me and we can't wait to get to his apartment. It's a good thing neither one of has any classes after my appointment because we go at it for hours. He's not here this week and probably thinks I'll go to my room and masturbate. Actually that's what I was planning to do but ..."
She trailed off with a smile and I said, "I understand and I'm happy to have helped."
After she left Dr. White emerged and said, "Wow. That was something and who'd have believed it. She mentioned feeling slightly aroused when she thinks about the spankings and hinted at playing with herself a little in bed but I never imagined she'd be as hot as you made her. Nice work Mac. I might ask you to spank me someday."
The grin as she made the last comment led me to believe she was just kidding but maybe, just maybe, she might be serious.
Tuesday Morning's reactions to Dr. White's departure and my subsequent application of the ruler were very similar to Monday Afternoon's but only up to step three. She let me feel how wet she was and seemed to enjoy it but then she remembered where she was and who she was with. She quickly stood and backed away from me, saying, "I'm sorry, I don't know what come over me. No offense, you're a nice guy and all but I have a boyfriend. Maybe you should leave now."
I apologized also and tried to slip back into social scientist mode by asking if she was going to take her arousal to him while she was still turned on. She shook her head and explained that he didn't go to the same school and she only saw him on weekends and shyly said, "I've already told Dr. White about this but I like to make believe he's just spanked me the first time we do it on Friday nights. Do you mind if I ask you a question? You're a guy. What would you think if your girlfriend said she likes to be spanked prior to sex? Would you think she's perverted?"
I said I would be happy to find such a girl but I couldn't speak for all males. Everyone has diverse ideas of what's normal sex but that doesn't make anything else wrong, just different. I switched from scientist to sex counselor and suggested that she wait until the next time they made love. Sometime during the event she should put herself in a position that invites, nay, begs for a little slap on her rear. I said, "The minute he takes the bait you should moan, tell him you're a naughty girl and ask him to do it again. Don't use the word spank until he's given you a few more swats. If he stops, laugh it off and go back to your previous methods. But if he keeps going you've found a lover to really have fun with. Lots of luck."
She responded, "Thanks, I'll try that. Now would you go into the other room so I can get dressed?"
I remained celibate the rest of the day but that was no surprise or disappointment. I know my only chance was with the one who had just left. As promised, now's a good time to tell you about the secret tapes. You may remember Thursday Morning's need for external discipline. She's not the only one to have taken part in the project for that reason. The girl who came on Tuesday afternoons also needed physical reminders of the consequences of improper behavior. So much so that it was necessary for her to get a third spanking on each of her visits. It didn't matter if the spankings the girl had just received were part of a punishment scenario or not, they was never enough. She would wait until she was completely dressed again before asking for the real thing. In her mind, the pain she experienced during the warm-up and the use of the implement was only for the study and not associated with her day to day conduct. So, without the need for specific confession and resultant lecture, they would begin their little ritual.
The girl would get the straight backed chair (if it wasn't already in place) and Dr. White would announce(?) that the girl needed a good hard spanking. That led to begging and pleading against the decree but to no avail. During this time Dr. White would use the Velcro straps to bind the girl's hand together, pull the girl's slacks and panties down (but not off) and put the poor thing on her lap. What followed was just as Dr. White had decreed, long and hard. It would be impossible for anyone to return to the outside world after receiving a spanking like that much less the two preceding ones so the girl would wait at least an hour before leaving the office. By the way, the first thirty minutes of which was spent with her standing in the corner with slacks and panties still crumpled at her ankles. Of course, the Velcro bindings kept her hands from providing any relief to the sting.
Now that you know the background, let's see what happened that Tuesday.
As Dr. White started her disappearing act that afternoon the girl shyly asked, "What about the, uh, you know, the thing afterwards?"
My boss asked, "Do you think you need it?"
After a quiet "Yes" Dr. White responded, "I won't be able to come back in time but I've told Mac about it and he's volunteered to take care of it. Gotta go now. Bye."
The girl looked at me, gulped and said, "I guess we better get started with this."
I'm not sure if "this" meant the ruler or the spanking but it really didn't make any difference. I took the proffered item and she went back over the chair. After the event I didn't even get past step one. She wasn't interested in anything I had to offer and I returned to my desk while she dressed.
A short while later Dr. White's door opened and a young face leaned out. All she said was, "I'm ready."
She had the straight backed chair already set out and was standing next to it as I sat down. Taking my cue from the tapes I followed Dr. White's patter. I sternly said she was a naughty girl and needed to be spanked very hard and for a long time. Just as I had seen in the tapes, she gave a very convincing performance in arguing against my decree. It's a good thing I saw those tapes or I would've believed she had really changed her mind and didn't think she needed this extra punishment anymore. However, she was only a few feet from the office door and could leave if she really wanted to so I continued. I was saying things like, "I don't care whether you think you need a spanking or not. You're going to get one and it will be on your bare bottom."
As I put the Velcro straps on her wrists she varied her pleas from not wanting a spanking to not needing to be tied up. Then it changed to not wanting me to take her pants down. Her next words were heart-rending as she begged and offered to do anything in lieu of my pulling her panties down. In spite of her persuasive pleadings she didn't balk when I put my hand on her arm and, with only a slight amount of pressure, guided her over my lap. I had learned a lot from watching the tapes. Not only of these extras spankings but the punishment scenarios where Dr. White had the girls over her lap. I had also gotten to practice twice before so I knew exactly how to maneuver her bottom into the best position for spanking.
During my two previous experiences having girls over my knees I was looking down at unspanked and pale rear ends. This time my target had already been well attended to twice in the last half-hour. It was still very red with a few sharp lines from the ruler and I could only guess at how sore it was. Be that as it may, I had a job to do and it was going to be in agony again. Lest sympathy slow my hand, I remembered the tapes. In every one of them she expected a severe punishment and Dr. White made sure she got it. I intended to emulate those spanking as much as possible.
At first I concentrated on her bottom to refresh my prior work. Then, as I had seen Dr. White do, I moved my swats to the hitherto untouched backs of her thighs from her knees to the swell of her rear end. Of course, she was not a silent recipient although her screeches diminished for a few moments when I would start on a new spot. Notice that I said diminish and not cease. Even the first swat on unspanked skin hurt and after a dozen or so on the same location she was back to screeching again. We repeated this rise and fall of her vocalization until she became too hoarse to make much noise at all. That was just as well since I had managed to get an even shade of red over as much as I intended to. The last part was a return to her bottom for a flurry of spanks and she lay limply on my lap sobbing uncontrollably. After a few minutes she was able to rise and shuffle to her corner. I stayed to stare at her for awhile and then went to my own office. Dr. White peeked out of the closet and said, "Disregard my comment about letting you spank me. You've certainly done a fine job on her and I don't think she'll be sitting comfortably for the rest of the week."
I filled out the paperwork and when the corner time was up I went back in the other office and freed her hands. Instead of reaching back to her bottom, she put her arms around me for a hug and actually thanked me for what I had done. It wasn't till I left her and joined Dr. White at the monitor that I saw her wince and grimace as her hands touched her battered skin. She was a sight as she took her shoes, socks, jeans and panties off without sitting down. The rest of her clothes were discarded also and she went into the shower.
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