Thomas Patrick

Julie is a very pretty girl with ebony black hair. Her eyes sparkle and her smile can dazzle even a casual passerby. Her only problem is that she can’t seem to stick with a diet and lose those few extra pounds. In her early twenties, she was slender. At 5’4’’, she topped the scales at 135 lbs. and looked damn good. Nice breasts, great legs, wonderful personality, you can believe she had no trouble attracting male admirers. She married and had two great kids. For seven years the marriage was all she had dreamt about but then things soured. He became distant, she knew he was fooling around.

The jerk left her for his new skiing girlfriend and she was deeply hurt.

Julie gained weight. A couple of pounds here and there to begin with, and as the months rolled by, one day it became an issue. She got on the scale and was shocked at the reading. She weighed almost 200 lbs.! Determined to get back to her before-she-married-an-asshole self, Julie went on a diet. Week after week she munched carrots, celery and healthy meals, but she couldn’t stop the visits to comfort foods. Meals of boneless, skinless chicken breasts with dry wheat toast and steamed asparagus ended up with a dessert of chocolate chip ice cream smothered in fudge sauce. Finally she acknowledged that she needed help and went to see her family doctor.

“Julie, you’re a smart woman, a professional. I can’t understand why you don’t control yourself”, Dr. Wendy Mathers said. “It seems to me that you just don’t care. I’d like to help you, but short of suturing your mouth shut, I don’t know what to do with you.”

Tears began to form at the corners of Julie’s eyes as she made a painful admission. “I guess I’m not mature enough to do it on my own. I have great intentions but just don’t follow through. Is there a clinic or something that can help me?”

Dr. Mathers put her hand on Julie’s shoulder. “Are you willing to do anything to solve the problem? Don’t just answer yes, I mean anything.”

“Wendy, I’m ready. Tell me what I need to do and I’ll do it” Julie declared tearfully. “I don’t care what it takes, I want to really do it this time.” Dr. Mathers excused herself explaining that she needed to make a phone call. In a moment she returned, took out her prescription pad and scribbled. “I am referring you to Dr. Thomas. He has a practice devoted to behavior modification. Your appointment is Thursday. You’ll like him but I’m going to warn you, he’s very strict.” Julie took the script and walked out into the Portland rain. What did Wendy mean by strict?

Thursday morning dawned drizzly and Julie stood before her mirror. She knew a complete examination was going to be performed and she couldn’t decide what to wear. Her hair was perfect, and her face was a bit flushed as she contemplated her wardrobe. Was Dr. Thomas a woman? Was the doctor a man? What did ‘strict’ mean? Should she even go?

Summoning all her courage, Julie decided on a chaste white cotton bra and matching panties. Loose jeans and a floppy sweater completed the ensemble. Wendy had been her doctor for five years and had always taken care of her, this time Julie had to trust her. She drove downtown, and after parking in her usual lot she took the trolley up to Northwest. Reading the address on the referral letter, she walked to Kearney Street, found 2402 and read the placard.

It was an old, exquisite Victorian home with a wrought iron gate. The sign directed patients to go down the walkway and enter in the back. The gate creaked as Julie opened it, and she suppressed a shudder. The same question arose; what did Wendy mean by strict? No matter, Julie was going to see this new doctor and attempt to find a diet that would help her regain her figure.

The reception area was cheery with large windows that looked out on a garden in the back. An older woman whose nameplate said Agnes greeted Julie with a smile and handed her a clipboard with a questionnaire, and she was told to complete both sides. The questions were the usual sort; insurance information, previous illnesses, pregnancies, most recent menstrual period, family history, and she quickly completed them. Turning the form over, she froze and a little current of fear ran through her. The first question read “Were you spanked as a child?” “How often?” She scanned the rest of the questions and saw they all related to punishments. “Describe your most recent spanking.” “Have you ever been switched?” “Have you ever been caned?” “Were you spanked with clothing on or off?” And then she read the final statement: “By signing this form I release the Thomas Clinic from any liability and agree to cooperate fully. I understand that I will be corporally punished as part of my weight loss plan. I further understand that I will be physically punished for any non-cooperation or infractions of the Thomas Clinic rules.”

Now she comprehended what Wendy Mathers meant by strict. Julie considered walking back out to the trolley and going back to her office, but part of her knew that this might be the only way for her to accomplish her goal. With a lump in her throat she took a deep breath and began to answer the questions. Yes, she had been spanked as a child. Rarely, but it had happened to her. Her last spanking was for talking back to her mother when she was eleven, and her dad had put her over his knee, pulled down her panties and blistered her bottom with a hairbrush. She had never been caned or switched. All of her spankings had been on a bare bum. With a trembling hand she signed the form and returned it to the receptionist.

“Just have a seat dear, the nurse will come and get you in just a minute”, Agnes smiled at her again. “Sorry the magazine selection isn’t the best.” Julie returned to her chair and picked up a six-month-old copy of People. Thumbing through the pages, she felt a flutter begin in her belly.

“I really am going to go through with this”, she thought. “If Wendy thinks it’s a good idea, I’ll at least give it a try.” After just a few minutes the inner door opened and a tall slender redhead in nurse’s whites called her name. “Julie? Come on back with me. I’m Melinda, Dr. Thomas’ nurse.” Melinda led her down a carpeted hallway with soft lighting, decorated with colorful abstract art. Opening an exam room door, she ushered Julie inside. “Here’s an examination gown, take off your shoes, sweater and jeans. You can keep your bra and panties on for now.” She smiled and touched Julie’s arm. “I know what’s going through your mind. Dr. Thomas helped me lose sixty pounds two years ago. Just relax. Now hurry up and get undressed, the Doctor doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” She gave Julie’s arm a friendly, reassuring squeeze and walked out of the room.

Left alone in the room, Julie began to undress. She took off her jacket and unzipped her pants. Slipping her sweater over her head, she found the hangars and hung her clothes on the back of the door. Standing there in bra and pantyhose she again considered leaving but summoned her resolve and slipped out of her nylons. She picked up the pink gown and put it on, tying only the top two ties in the back.

Perching nervously on the table, Julie looked around. It seemed to be a normal doctor’s exam room with a scale, sink, mirror, and cabinets. The first odd thing she noticed was that the table didn’t have normal stirrups, the arms coming out had knee cradles where the patient would rest her thighs and these were equipped with Velcro restraint straps. It looked like the table in the hospital where she had her kids. The next thing she noticed was that over in the corner, separated by a low cloth privacy screen, was a toilet. Partially hidden behind the screen was a thing that looked like a sawhorse except that the top was covered in leather and there appeared to be straps attached. Turning to look behind her, she saw a whiteboard with her name written at the top. Next to that was a narrow glass-fronted cabinet. She was about to get up and look into the cabinet when the door opened and Dr. Thomas breezed in.

“Hello Julie, I’m Dr. Thomas. I see that Dr. Mathers referred you. She’s an old friend, how is she these days?” The doctor extended his hand and Julie shook it. He was a big man, probably 6’4’’ with a graying beard and warm, friendly eyes. His smile was wide and Julie felt her apprehension fade a bit.

“She’s fine, still has those three cats”, Julie replied. “Thank you for seeing me so quickly.”

“That’s OK, I had a cancellation so we thought we’d get your therapy started immediately. What we need to do today is to give you a complete physical to determine if there is any medical reason for your inability to lose the weight you want. Next we’ll set up a treatment plan for you and a schedule for return visits. I assume you know that this clinic operates on a behavior modification principal. If you meet your target weight loss, you are rewarded. Failure to meet goals results in corporal punishment administered in the office by either Melinda or myself. Before you leave this morning, you will be given a sample of what you can expect as punishment. Is this what you agree to?” Julie swallowed nervously and nodded. “Good. Let’s get started.”

Melinda walked in carrying a metal tray covered with a towel. Setting it down on the counter she extracted a syringe and needle. “Just need a blood sample for the lab. We’ll get a urine sample later” Melinda took Julie’s arm and swabbed it with alcohol. Julie looked away and felt the sting as the needle entered. It was almost painless and was over soon. Next Melinda took her blood pressure, weighed her and recorded her information in the chart. Dr. Thomas looked into her eyes, ears, nose and throat using an otoscope. His hands gently palpated her throat, checking for swollen glands. He then warned her that the stethoscope might be a little cold on her back as he listened to her breathing. Reaching around under the gown, he placed the metal disk under her left breast and listened to her heart.

Feeling the pressure of his hand on the underside of her bra made Julie shiver a bit. Here was this handsome man with his hand on her breast. She had always seen female doctors, and the thought of him examining her intimate parts gave her a warm feeling in her tummy.

“Melinda, would you help Julie with her gown, we need to examine her breasts.” Melinda untied the gown and lowered it to Julie’s waist. Julie felt her bra being unhooked and then her breasts were freed. Cool air made her nipples stiffen. Dr. Thomas took his time. Asking Julie to place both of her arms on her head he turned on the exam light and scrutinized her. He noted the shape and size and the fact that they were even and symmetrical. Using both hands he gently prodded and kneaded her right breast, checking for lumps. He then took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed, milking it, checking for discharge.

Pinching her nipples had always been a favorite act of foreplay, and Julie often did it when she masturbated. A low moan escaped her, and she felt herself becoming moist. Julie’s face became hot as she blushed deeply. “Don’t be embarrassed”, Dr. Thomas said. “Many women find the nipple examination erotic. “Here’s a small reward for being a good girl so far” he smiled, milking her nipple again before moving on to repeat the examination on her left side.

“Speaking of rewards, we need to discuss the other aspect of behavior modification. When you don’t meet your goal, you understand that punishment is involved. Look over at the white board. Melinda has written down your weight, height and goal. Your age, height and blood pressure indicate that you have the ability to lose 2.75 pounds per week. Barring any unforeseen results from your tests, that is the standard to which you will be held. If you meet your goal, you’ll be entitled to a reward. Since sexual contact is a motivator for you, you will be allowed to choose an orgasmic release. You can choose to be pleasured by either Melinda or myself. The clinic has several devices I’ve designed to bring the maximum orgasmic response from the female body. Hopefully, you will progress toward your goal and will be able to sample them all. Now lay back on the table and let’s take off your panties so I can examine your abdomen.” Dr. Thomas seemed detached, but Julie could sense his arousal through his professional demeanor. Melinda came to her and gave her another quick hug.

Julie lay back against the crinkling paper covering the table. Melinda came forward, “Lift up your hips please.” Julie did and her panties were whisked off. Next her legs were lifted and her thighs were placed in the padded rests. Quickly Melinda pulled the Velcro straps tight, and Julie realized she was trapped. Her heart was frantic for a moment until she decided to relax completely. Melinda adjusted the table arms, swinging them outward until Julie’s legs were spread as wide as possible. She was totally exposed.

The doctor again took his time, percussing her belly with little taps, feeling her liver under her ribcage and moving down to her groin. Satisfied that things appeared normal, he moved to the foot of the table and sat on a low stool between Julie’s legs. She felt the warmth on her pubic mound and inner thighs as the exam light was switched on. Julie closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She felt the doctor’s gloved fingertips begin to prod her outer lips, up one side and back down the other. “Any discomfort here?” Julie shook her head no. He massaged her for several moments and then she felt his thumbs spreading her apart, holding her open. He looked at her for what felt like a long time and Julie could feel herself getting wetter. She felt a drop of moisture run down her slit and puddle beneath her bottom on the paper sheet. “Hmm, Melinda, I don’t think we’ll need much lubrication for the pelvic exam. Urinary meatus appears normal, labia are engorged and slightly red ”, the doctor said. “Relax now Julie, I need to examine your clitoris.” She stiffened a bit as Doctor Thomas pulled back the hood covering her little button. “You appear to have some irritation in the clitoral area. Do you currently have a sexual partner?” Julie mumbled that she hadn’t had a partner is a few years. “Do you masturbate frequently?” Julie nodded yes. “Do you manually stimulate your self or do you use a vibrator or dildo?”

The whole time the doctor was asking these embarrassing questions, he was gently massaging her clitoris. Taking it between his thumb and forefinger, he rolled it back and forth, pulling slightly until she almost couldn’t stand it. “I-I-I-I j-j-just touch myself down there”, she stammered.

“Do you ever stimulate your breasts by pinching or pulling your nipples?”

“Y-y-y-yes.”

“Have you ever placed a finger in your rectum?”

She gasped “Y-y-yes.” Her breathing quickened. She thought, “Oh God, that feels so good!” and to her extreme embarrassment almost cried out.

Abruptly, he stopped stimulating her. “I can see that you like that particular reward, Melinda, make a note that Julie responds well to direct manual stimulation of the clitoris. Next I need to check your ovaries and uterus. You may feel a bit of pressure, but it shouldn’t hurt or be too uncomfortable. Tell me if it is.”

Julie felt two fingers penetrate her vagina, and had she not been immobilized by the straps, would have pushed against them. The doctor probed deeply, putting one finger on either side of her cervix. He then pressed down to the right of her pubic bone until he felt her ovary. He repeated the process on her left side and then pressed down hard in the center, moving her uterus slightly. Julie shuddered as he slowly withdrew his hand, and her muscles contracted as her body tried to hold him inside.

“Bimanual exam is unremarkable. You might feel a little pinch here, just relax. Melinda, I’ll need the medium speculum.” Julie felt the smooth plastic tool slide into her vagina, and then it was like a small umbrella unfolding inside her as the blades were opened and locked into place. She felt the wooden spatula scrape slightly as the pap specimen was taken and then the speculum slid out. It left her feeling stretched and strangely empty.

“I’m going to conduct a complete rectal exam next. Again, you might feel a little pressure, but it shouldn’t hurt.” She felt some cool, wet lubricant being applied to her anus and then she stiffened as he slipped his index finger back into her vagina and his middle finger up her bottom. He moved them back and forth, feeling for any problems with the wall between vagina and rectum, then slipped them both out. “ The perineum is normal as are the anterior rectal wall and posterior vaginal membrane. No fissures or abnormal pathology are noted. Melinda, would you unstrap Julie from the knee cradles and get her into position for the rectal and posterior vaginal exam?”

Melinda undid the straps and helped a rather weak-kneed Julie to her feet. Placing a pillow on the table, she instructed Julie to kneel down with her bottom in the air, legs wide apart and face and chest on the table. “I need to make sure that you are fully and deeply lubricated for the next exam. Just relax, I’ll go slowly” Doctor Thomas said as he moved a finger in and out of her bottom. She stiffened as she felt him insert a second finger; it felt like his whole hand was stretching her. “Anuscope, please” he said. She winced as large cylinder was slowly inserted. “It appears that you have some impacted stool. Have you had a bowel movement within the last 24 hours?”

“No, I get a little constipated after my period, it usually goes away in a day or two.”

“That can be a barrier to your weight loss program, Julie. You need to insure that you evacuate your bowels every day. I’ll prescribe a richer fiber diet when you leave, but for now, we need to clean you out. Melinda, prepare a 2 quart enema.”

Julie hadn’t had an enema since her son was born. Other than having her kids, the last enema she had was when she was about seven and her grandma had given her one. Julie HATED enemas and she tried to talk herself out of this one. “Please Dr. Thomas, I can’t stand them. I’ll take a laxative tonight and I’ll be fine tomorrow.”

“Melinda, while you are preparing the bag, please note one demerit for non-cooperation. Julie, it’s too bad that you had to ruin your perfect record, but it’s just as well that you get it out of the way early. That will be an additional 2 strokes. Whether it’s with a strap or a cane depends on your behavior during the rest of your appointment.” Still on the table with her bottom in the air, she felt the speculum spreading her again and then it and the anuscope were withdrawn. “Go ahead and administer the enema and get a urine sample, I’ll go and check on the next patient. If she fails to cooperate, note the demerits.” Doctor Thomas left the room.

“That wasn’t very smart”, Melinda said. “It took me a few times to learn too. Once I got 60 strokes with a paddle and 12 with the strap.”

“What did you do? You must have been terrified”, Julie said.

“I lied about doing my exercises and gained 3 pounds one week. I had to eat standing up for a few days, but it worked. I lost 60 pounds”, Melinda said proudly. She told Julie to stand up and placed a silver collection pan on the exam room floor. “I want you to pee in this, I need to observe the strength of your urine stream. Spread your lips and squat over the bowl like a good girl.” Not wanting to garner any more negative points, Julie did as she was told. With her face beet red from shame and humiliation, she held her labia open and emptied her bladder in front of the watching nurse. When she was finished, Melinda handed her a tissue to wipe with and put the bowl on the counter. Melinda guided Julie back into position on the table, again positioning her bottom high in the air.

“That was a very good sample, now we just need to get you fully cleaned out. A good enema can make the difference between making your weight target and getting a spanking. After a colonic, I showed a 2-pound loss one time. It’s a good thing to remember and you can always ask me for one before you weigh in. Now relax, you must take the whole bag or Dr. Thomas will give you more demerits.”

Julie felt it as Melinda spread her cheeks and inserted a gloved finger, moving it in and out several times. To her embarrassment, Julie became aroused again and moved her bottom in circles, increasing the sensation. Melinda removed her finger and Julie felt the hard plastic enema nozzle being worked deep into her rectum. She heard a click as the clip was released and clenched her cheeks in anticipation. The warm water flooding her wasn’t unpleasant, but as more and more flowed in she began to cramp up. Sensing this, Melinda reached between Julie’s legs and began to massage her belly.

Positioned this way, the nurse’s arm was directly across Julie’s genital area and the cuff of her uniform sleeve was pressing on her clitoris. Julie started to squirm and Melinda responded by increasing her rubbing. After what felt like an hour, Melinda informed her that she had taken the entire bag but it was Dr. Thomas’ policy that patients hold the solution for five minutes before expelling.

“I can’t”, Julie pleaded. “I’m ready to explode.”

“Don’t worry honey, I’ll put a plug in.”

The nozzle was quickly removed and then Julie felt a blunt rubber plug being worked inside her. It felt like she was being torn apart, but strangely the pain was overshadowed by her naked sexual arousal. “Would you like me to massage you some more?” Julie nodded. Her entire body was trembling and it was all she could do to keep from masturbating right there, naked, butt up in the air with the nurse as an audience.

Instead of rubbing her belly, Melinda’s fingers found Julie’s dripping center. Having never been touched by a woman before, she was almost tempted to tell her to stop but she craved release. Melinda’s touch was light flicking, directly on the clitoris, which got harder and faster until Julie was moaning and raising her bottom higher. The waves mounted and Julie came, collapsing in a shaking puddle on the exam table. Melinda gently stroked her back, soothing her and talking in a calm quiet voice. “That’s a good girl, you needed that. The doctor will be proud of how well you behaved. Think of your orgasm as a therapeutic part of your treatment plan and don’t be ashamed. It’s a normal human response and doesn’t mean you’re a lesbian or a bisexual. I only have sex with men, but during my treatment Laura, Dr. Thomas’ other nurse often conducted my reward session. Now get up, you need to expel the solution.”

Wobbling like a newborn colt, Julie tottered over to the toilet. Melinda instructed her to bend over and then popped the plug out of her rectum. As the nurse left the room, Julie sat down and the water rushed out of her in a torrent. The relief was so immediate and intense that she nearly had another orgasm right there. Fingering her dripping mons, she resolved to buy her own enema bag and experiment with the erotic side of medical play.

It took a few minutes to completely expel the enema, and that gave Julie a chance to examine the strange sawhorse that she glimpsed earlier. It had a padded leather crossbar and straps on all four legs. She shuddered as the implications became clear. This was a punishment tool, and the naughty girl was meant to be strapped to it, bottom high and ready for whatever implement was deigned to be in order. She shivered again as she contemplated Dr. Thomas’ words earlier: “Before you leave this morning, you’ll receive a sample of what you can expect as punishment.”

Julie got up and walked back to the table. She had just re-tied her gown when the door opened and Dr. Thomas, Melinda and a girl she’d never seen before walked in. The girl was young and had long blonde hair, maybe 18 or 19, dressed in an examination smock. She was perhaps 10 pounds overweight and her face was red and puffy from crying.

“This is Shasta, one of our star patients. When she came to us last year, Shasta weighed 210 pounds. She has lost over 70 pounds and was doing very well. Unfortunately, last week she regained 6 pounds. To compound her infraction, she lied about doing her exercises. One of the punishment options you agreed to is to be caned while another patient watches. We’ve found that the effect is long lasting for both women. The first realizes how humiliating it can be and the new patient remembers it and tries harder to avoid being placed in the same position. Shasta, do you understand why you are being punished?”

“Yes Dr. Thomas” was her reply.

“Do you remember the procedure?”

Shasta nodded her head in assent and walked slowly over the privacy screen. She pulled out the sawhorse contraption and moved it into the middle of the exam room. As tears began to leak out of her eyes, she untied her smock, dropped it on the floor, pulled her panties off and lay naked over the crossbar. Julie gasped as she noticed Shasta’s already beet-red bottom.

Dr. Thomas looked Julie in the eye. “ She already has received 25 swats with the paddle and 15 extra with the strap for being untruthful. She is now going to get 6 strokes with the cane. I want you to watch and learn, Julie. Shasta, are you ready?” The poor girl sobbed and nodded her head. Melinda secured her arms and legs to the horse. “Melinda, I’ll need the number 4.”

The cabinet Julie had been so interested in earlier was opened. She could now see that it contained paddles, wicked looking leather straps and 5 long, rattan canes of various thickness. Melinda handed Dr. Thomas the cane and he again looked at Julie. “I’ve chosen the number 4 because it’s a bit larger in diameter and will leave a longer impression. Please pay attention.”

The doctor approached Shasta and ran his hand across her thighs and bottom. From her vantage point, Julie could see the fine blond hairs and pouty lips of Shasta’s sex, and again felt shame as her arousal quickened. Dr. Thomas flexed the cane between his large hands, and Julie shuddered as he whistled it through the air, testing its flexibility. The sound it made was kind of like wind through bare trees on a fall evening. Julie closed her eyes as the doctor raised the cane again, knowing that Shasta would feel the next stroke.

The cane cut through the air and a thin red line showed across Shasta’s defenseless bottom. Dr. Thomas raised the cane again and brought it down again, raised it and sliced it once more across her quivering cheeks. Two more lines appeared as the girl writhed against the straps, silent and accepting her punishment. Dr. Thomas gently stroked her striped bottom. “I think that you might have learned your lesson with only 3 strokes, do you agree young lady?” He was answered by vigorous nodding from the bound girl. “Well then, I’ll suspend the last two but you’ll still get one more. I hope you have learned a lesson about lying.”

Dr. Thomas whistled the cane through the air several times as he made Shasta anticipate the final stroke. Julie watched as he pulled back his arm and laid the last stroke full force across the girl’s upper thighs. Julie winced as Shasta started sobbing again. Dr. Thomas handed the cane to Melinda and released Shasta from the straps. He hugged her and helped her into the examination gown. “Go with the nurse, she’ll rub some salve on your bottom. Remember this the next time you think about breaking the rules!”

Shasta stopped and hugged him again. With tears still on her cheeks she said, “Thanks Dr. Thomas, I’ll be good, I promise. I needed that, you won’t have to do it again.” The doctor smiled and touched Shasta’s shoulder.

“Go with Melinda, and we’ll see you next week.”

After the women left, Julie realized she was alone with him. She was attracted, aroused and scared by the punishment she had just witnessed. Not knowing what to expect she took the initiative. “What’s next for me, doctor?’

He looked at her with a friendly smile. “You’ve only had one infraction today and you cooperated well. We’ve agreed that you are to lose 2.75 pounds a week until you reach your target weight. When you leave, I want you to make a series of appointments, one a week for the next 25 weeks. If you reach your target goal, we’ll reduce those to twice a month. You don’t have to choose your reward method now, Melinda told me you reacted favorably to her stimulation, and I noticed that manual stimulation of your clitoris worked as well. What we need to do now is to give you an example of the negative reinforcement you’ll experience when you don’t realize your weekly goal. I noticed from your form that the last spanking you received was over your father’s knee. He used a hairbrush, correct?” She blushed and nodded. “Go to the cabinet and bring me the hairbrush that’s hanging on the hook.”

Julie gulped and walked across the room. It was kind of silly, but she tried to close the exam smock against his eyes. Even though he had touched her and looked into her most private places, she felt a need to cover up. Looking into the cabinet, among the canes and paddles, she found a simple wooden hairbrush. She took it and walked back to the doctor who was now seated on the low stool he used for examinations.

“Come here, Julie. Bend over my knee. Good. This is just a reminder of what you can expect if you don’t follow through on your promises.” He lifted the exam gown and Julie felt the cool wooden surface of the brush as it moved in circles on her bare bottom. The doctor took a moment to spread her legs a bit and rub the brush between them. Small circles getting bigger, then a pause and SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Julie cried out a little from the sting. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Squirming, she tried to escape the brush. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The brush was merciless and tears began to flow freely from Julie’s eyes. No longer was she the confident, mature professional woman, she was again an eleven year old with her nightgown bunched around her waist and panties twisted around her ankles, getting the worst spanking of her life.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Her legs were kicking and she was sobbing loudly as she bounced around on his lap trying to avoid the brush. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Through her tears she heard the doctor inform her that she was to receive 10 more, and that these would be harder than the preceding 30. SMACK! She brought her fist to her mouth and bit down on her knuckles. He wasn’t exaggerating, these spanks were setting her bottom on fire. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She felt the doctor’s hand brush gently over her flaming cheeks. He trailed his fingers between her legs and teased her erect clitoris; she was dripping but was crying too hard and too aroused to be embarrassed any longer.

“Five more, and you are to count them aloud. Are you ready?” Julie nodded her assent. SMACK! “One” Julie said in a choked, tiny voice.

“I can’t hear you. Speak up young lady, let’s try it again.”

SMACK! “One.” SMACK! “T-Two.” SMACK! “T-t-three.” SMACK! “F-F-F-FOUR!!”, she wailed. Her whole body tensed as she heard the brush speeding toward her butt. SMACK! The wood connected with the sharpest blow yet. “F-F-F-FIVE!!!”, she shrieked and her hands flew to rub away some of the sting.

Dr. Thomas helped her to her feet and led her back to the exam table. He lay her on her tummy as her sobbing subsided. She jumped a bit as he began massaging a cool lotion over her bottom and upper thighs, occasionally slipping his hand between her globes to touch her sex. “I’m going to suspend the strapping for today, you’ve done very well for a first time patient.” He gave her a tiny pat and told her to get dressed and go back to Agnes for her next appointment.

Tenderly pulling on her panties and jeans, Julie dressed. She was sopping wet and silently prayed that she wouldn’t soak through on the trolley ride back to her car. She decided not to go back to the office, instead she opted to go home knowing that as aroused as she was that a long masturbation session was in her immediate future. After making an appointment for the following Wednesday and picking up her diet and exercise instructions she went out the gate to wait for the streetcar. When she boarded the nearly empty car, she instinctively went for one of the hard plastic seats by the center door. As her bottom touched the seat, she gasped and leapt back to her feet, startling the older woman across the aisle. Ignoring the questioning looks of her fellow passengers, she stood up all the way downtown anticipating her next appointment with an equal mixture of arousal and fear.

Thomas Patrick twelveth_fret@yahoo.com