Author: Michael

Carol Hathaway was confused. Uncertain. Afraid. Aroused. The head nurse of the ER stood in front of her locker, silent and unmoving. What is wrong with me, she asked herself for the umpteenth time. Yes, she was going to be late getting home, very late, but she had a good excuse. Yes, tonight was supposed to be special, and Doug had reminded her to be home right after her shift ended at 8:00, and her watch was already into double digits. OK, so she could have called him when she first knew she'd be late, or even when she got his first message at 9:00 'worried about you, call me soon.' Or even after his second message at 10:00 'is everything OK, should I come in and help?' but while she meant to, five minutes later she just forgot. On her way to the lounge so she could finally leave the receptionist stopped her to say he called, no message except that he sounded upset. Carol laughed and joked that it was nothing to worry about, but felt her mouth go dry and her heart start to pound. She made it into the lounge and to her locker (being the Head nurse she was allowed a locker in the Doctor's Lounge) where she changed out of her smock and grabbed her purse, only to freeze in place. She screwed up, Doug was angry, and she knew what that meant.

She stood, gathering her courage, when she heard the door open and Dr Maggie Doyle entered. While the two of them worked together alright, there was always a little tension. Both were about the same age, from similar backgrounds and even the same neighborhood, but while Carol had become a nurse, Maggie had gone on to become a doctor, and therefore her boss. But it wasn't just her position that unsettled Carol, but that she was also a lesbian, a lesbian that had given Carol quite a few knowing looks. Maggie had many of the same qualities that had attracted her to Doug, which confused the hell out of her.

Maggie came up close behind her, "What's the matter, Carol? You look lost." Carol turned, and found herself face to face with the attractive doctor. "Nothing, really. Guess I'm just a little nervous about going home. I was supposed to be there hours ago and forgot to call Doug." Why did she just tell her that, Carol wondered, and looked down at her feet embarrassed? Maggie wasn't stupid; she knew body language and what it meant. "Well shame on you Carol, you've been a naughty girl. It sounds like you deserve a good spanking," Maggie purred in a sexy, low voice. Carol's head shot up, her eyes wide. Oh my god, she thought, she knows. But what really scared her was the warm feeling she got inside from hearing those words. "I d-d-don't know what you're talking about, Maggie, really," she stuttered. Maggie knew she had her, and just how to treat her. "Of course you do, you bad little girl. You're feeling guilty, and you know you need to be punished. And by the way, it's Doctor Doyle when you speak to me, do you understand?" Now was the test, how would she respond. "I'm sorry Dr Doyle, I didn't mean to offend you, I guess I'm just a little preoccupied or something," Carol replied in a low voice. Maggie soared; yes, I was right, now I have her. "That's all right pet, I forgive you," at least she had learned something from her Psych courses, and her time 'playing' as well. "Now, if you really want to feel better, get rid of all those guilty feelings, I'd be only too glad to help." As she spoke, Maggie slowly edged forward, until they were only inches apart, breathing the same air. " I think you do deserve a good spanking, something you won't soon forget. Now, shall we go somewhere more private, or shall I do it here, where anyone might see? Would you like me bend you over that couch, slide your pants and panties down to your knees, caress your lovely bottom, and then spank you 'til you whimper and cry?" Carol was lost, and she knew it. Another few seconds and she would do what this woman wanted, even if it meant a public spanking. She was really hot now; not to mention totally confused. She knew she had to do something, but was so panicked that only one thing came to mind. She ran. "I'm sorry, but I have to go now, maybe some other time," she babbled as she ran out of the room and out of the ER. She was already outside when Maggie muttered "Oh, most definitely some other time, little girl, some other time soon!"

As Carol drove home she repeated one word over and over. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Why did she have to say 'maybe some other time'? What was she thinking? Was she thinking, or was she just horny. Just because she and Doug did things, didn't mean she was really like that. She was in charge of an entire ER full of nurses, for chrissake, in a position of authority. What she and Doug did was fun, yes, but it was just a game. Wasn't it? And how did Mag, er, Dr Doyle, know about it. Did it show, somehow? And why did she react like that, she wasn't a lesbian, she had only been with another girl once, and that was in grade school. Besides, she couldn't be attracted to Dr Doyle; she was in love with Doug. And he was most definitely a man. Needless to say, she was still totally confused by the time she got home, and the reality of her situation didn't hit her until she got to her front door. Oh, my, god, Doug! She had almost forgot how late she was, and how mad he was likely to be. A quick look at her watch showed it to be almost a quarter to eleven. Maybe he wouldn't be that mad, she told herself. If she apologized quickly, and explained what had happened, maybe he would be forgiving. But then she realized she had no explanation. She had simply forgot, and forgot, and forgot. Put that way, she knew that her case was hopeless, and if she delayed any longer he would just be that much madder.

Steeling herself, she smiled and opened the door. "Honey, I'm home!" Yes, it was silly, but it was one of those cute things she did that he liked so much. She entered quickly and looked around. There, sitting silently in the armchair in the middle of the livingroom (he must have moved it there just for this, she thought) was Dr Doug Ross. She cringed a little as he frowned at her, hesitating just long enough for him to speak first. " I was worried, you could have at least called," he said softly. For a moment she thought she might cry, he seemed so hurt by what she had done. "I'm really sorry, really I am. I was thoughtless and didn't mean to worry you. It's just that so many things happened, I kept forgetting to call, and when I remembered, something else would come up." She went on for several minutes, trying to explain herself, describing everything that had happened that evening, until she suddenly found herself telling him about Dr Doyle and how she ran out of the ER. She stopped, petrified that she had said too much; too ashamed to even look at Doug she stared at the floor. It was too bad she didn't look at him, see how aroused and excited her story made him, or catch the evil little glint in his eye as he thought about the possibilities. Only when he spoke did she look up. "So, you think I should forgive you, just because you had a busy night. Because you forgot. Because you're sorry." She knew this wouldn't be easy, and by his tone of voice, knew it would be painful as well. " Since it sounds like you've already been giving this some thought, how do you think you should be punished?" For some reason, shivers ran down her back when he said things like that, and she felt her nipples grow hard at the thought of what he had planned. "You could, maybe, well, spank me?" she said, unknowingly slipping into her little girl voice. It pleased Doug when she acted like a scared little girl, especially since he figured she didn't know she was doing it, that she was letting her submissive side out. "Maybe a spanking? Most definitely a spanking, young lady! And since you were one hundred and fifty minutes late, can you guess how many spanks you should get?" Carol's heart quailed, and her lip began to tremble. The most he had ever given her had been one hundred, and she couldn't sit for two days! She knew, however, that if she didn't speak up, he would increase it, and that thought she just couldn't bear. "I deserve one hundred and fifty spanks on my bare bottom, Sir" she whispered respectfully. At least she remembered to phrase it correctly this time, she thought, absent-mindedly rubbing her rear end as she thought about last time. "Very well, since you insist, 150 it will be. You have one minute to fetch your paddle. Every second extra will cost you." As she ran up the stairs, Carol muttered petulantly, "my paddle, I didn't buy it, I didn't ask for it, I didn't want it, so why is it my paddle?" She entered the bedroom and opened the closet door. It was gone! Where was it? What could have happened to it? She knew that if she went back downstairs to Doug and told him that the paddle was lost, he would just tell her to find it, and then continue counting. She had to think, where could it be, what could have happened to it. Then she knew, Doug must have moved it, just for this reason. She rushed to the bed and quickly got down in the floor and looked. Sure enough, there it was. Luckily, Doug had almost no imagination when it came to hiding things from her; he always picked the same place. As fast as she could she grabbed the paddle and ran back to the livingroom. As she knelt and handed it to Doug, he said, " sixty-five seconds, that means five with my belt when we're done. Do you have anything to say before we begin?" Carol knew what to say alright, she had learned the hard way. As she pulled off her pants and panties and bent over his lap, she said " thank you Sir for giving me this punishment. I know I deserve it and I'll be a good girl."

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