Doctor's Orders: A Novel of Erotic Investigation

Chapter Two-2

“Very well. The truth is that as you might have noticed I tend to get a bit officious and bossy during the course of my day. I like running the clinic, but it can bring out a side of me that neither I nor my husband like very much or want to cultivate. So we’ve agreed that some negative reinforcement (I think of it as treatment) needs to take place pretty routinely. That means in this case that he bends me over the exam room chair, raises my skirt, pulls down my panties, and gives me a good sound hand spanking until I cry. Well, to be honest, not only until I cry, but also until I come, since being spanked turns me on a great deal. And to be even more honest, I’ve almost always been bossy enough that I get a second spanking to orgasm with wicked little paddle that hurts ever so much more. And then, out of fairness to reward him for his hard work in disciplining such an unruly wife, he gets to f**k me where he has spanked me until he gets off too. Well, to be even more greatly honest, until I come again too, since being taken there turns me on even more than that part of me being punished. So that’s our story, and that kind of erotic play is the main secret of our marital happiness. I’m very curious as to your response to this rather complicated news.”

Cindy had felt her facial flush deepen as she pictured the tableaux of her adored boss receiving the described treatments. She was particularly flustered because spanking was something that had fascinated her since early girlhood, but about which she felt terrible shame and had never mentioned to anyone. Her parents would never have thought to spank her, and she only heard about such behavior from her best girlfriend early in elementary school. Ellen was an equally pretty brunette who was as popular as Cindy, and had warm friendly parents whom our heroine often secretly wished she could be adopted by, since they were so much nicer than her own cold and distant mom and dad. One day they were on a sleepover at Ellen’s house and were snuggling into bed where they habitually engaged in s****l play. They both took down and then off their panties, and Cindy noticed that her friend’s bottom was quite pink. She asked, and was intrigued to hear the reply:

“Yeah, Mom and Dad spanked me pretty hard last night because I lied to them about going on the internet to look at porno. It hurts pretty bad while they’re spanking me and I yell and cry a lot, but once they’re done, all is forgiven and they hug me and we go on like I haven’t been a bad girl at all.”

Cindy was terribly intrigued by this news, which was so at odds with how her girlish sins were handled in her own home. There she would be on the receiving end of endless remonstrations of her mother’s disappointment, followed by being sent to bed without dinner or television, and usually by days of emotional coldness that were truly hellish for the eager-to-please only child. She found herself feeling once again fiercely envious of her best friend, who seemed to have everything Cindy longed for, including a blithe entitlement to seek s****l gratification wherever she could wangle it. And certainly the blonde guest was always happy to go along with whatever her more bossy girlfriend wanted, especially when it came to ‘playing doctor’. That night Cindy was even more willing than usual to touch and be touched between their legs and enjoy giving and receiving the wonderful ‘explosions’ that were their dirty little secret from the whole world.

Cindy could not help but notice that her secret explosion (that Ellen had learned from her porno explorations was called an ‘orgasm’) was much stronger and more delightful than usual after hearing about her friend’s spanking. So once they had pleasured each other she inquired further,

“What exactly happens to you when your parents spank you?” Apparently this topic turned her friend on too, since she wiggled her crotch more closely against Cindy’s thigh as she replied,

“They do it after dinner and once I’ve cleared the table. I always know it’s coming since they bring their hairbrushes to dinner and leave them next to their plates when I’m going to get it. I think that’s kinda mean of them, making me sit through a whole dinner knowing what’s going to happen to me, but they say that’s part of my punishment. Once I’ve cleared the table, they talk again for the thousandth time about what I’ve done wrong and why they think I need to be spanked to atone for it. Then they make me put two chairs back to back and kneel on one facing the other. I am bent over the backs, which are padded so it doesn’t hurt me. Then I’m reminded to grab the chair legs on the far side since if I don’t I can’t help but try to protect my hiney. If I do let go and put my hands back there, I know I’ll get doubles so I almost always am good and take my medicine without trying to interrupt it. Then my skirt goes up and over, and Mom lowers my panties to my knees to keep me from kicking too much. And finally, Dad gets on my right side since he’s stronger and spanks more evenly to Mom with his off hand. Mom gets on the left, and they make me count out the number of spanks they prescribed when I was getting my talking to. Usually it’s a hundred, and Mom punishes my left cheek while Dad spanks my right. I always scream and cry like a banshee the whole time I’m getting it, and can only stop after awhile. If I miss the count, they start over at one, so I try really hard not to do that. Once they’re done, I have to stand in the corner with my panties down and my skirt tucked up so everyone can see what a naughty girl I’ve been for half an hour. They drink their after dinner coffee and talk together while I do my corner time, but I’m not allowed to say a word until they declare my punishment over. Then I get a big hug from both of them after Mom pulls up my panties, and our evening goes on like normal except I squirm a lot when I’m sitting cuz my hiney hurts so much. Those nights I always sleep on my stomach!”

By this point both girls were way turned on, and another session of nimble fingers between wiggly legs was required to send them both off to sleep. From then on, Cindy’s nightly sessions of self-pleasuring most often included some fantasy about a bad girl having her bottom bent, bared, and beaten. And now the clearly quite maritally contented Jenna revealed that her brazenly feminine bottom got spanked and f****d by her handsome husband most days. The new admin almost exploded with excitement that her most secret s****l fascination seemed to be shared by the couple that she was idealizing so fervently. She decided to be as frank as she could in responding to Jenna’s revelation, and gulped had before stammering,

“Well...god, this is hard...the truth is that I’ve had...kind of a thing...about being spanked since I was a little girl...even though it never happened to me...so knowing that someone I think is as cool as you gets it that way...well, it makes me crush on you both just that much more!”

This was better news for Jenna than she had dared hope for. Not only was their luscious new hire amenable to being recruited for their arcane games, but she was clearly most of the way there on her own. The older woman reached out impulsively and took Cindy’s hands in her own, smiling broadly, and said,

“Thank you for being so open minded, dear! While studies show almost a quarter of all women share our little secret of some degree of interest in what Jim and I call the painful pleasures, very few of them talk about it. I want you to know that you can confide in me about anything, especially anything s****l, and I promise to keep your confidences to myself unless you want me to share them with Dr. J. He happens to be the perfect complement to girls like you and me, in that he enjoys nothing more than spanking a well-deserving female bottom. Since he and I have an open marriage, that could include you if you ever decide to actually receive an erotic spanking. And if your heart takes you in that direction, he and I are involved in a research project that you might be interested in participating in. But that’s way too much for one conversation. Why don’t you digest what we’ve talked about and you can call me later on my cell if you have any more questions or concerns.”

Well, Cindy had nothing but questions and concerns, and she was way too excited to wait to address them. She almost blurted,

“Omigawd, this is amazing! I don’t need to wait at all, and probably won’t sleep a wink unless I find out a whole lot more...unless you’re in a hurry to get home to that gorgeous husband for more sexy fun?”

Jenna laughed reassuringly, and retorted,

“Nothing we have planned is more important than making sure our beautiful new admin is as happy as we can possibly make her! I’ll be glad to answer all your questions in as much detail as you like. In fact, I will make a confession to you: it kind of turns me on to talk to someone I find as attractive as you about my favorite kinds of s*x. I wonder if...well...you’re the kind of girl who gets, bluntly, wet between her legs like I do when she thinks or talks about naughty bottoms getting their just desserts?”

Cindy felt almost faint at the revelation that her crush shared her feelings of attraction. She decided to be impossibly bold, and instead of speaking slid her rolling stool closer to Jenna’s and took the older woman’s hand and guided it up her skirt to land on the rather sodden crotch of her white cotton bikini panties. Jenna impulsively returned the favor, and they sat there grinning rather foolishly at each other as they each felt the incontrovertible evidence of their mutual excitement at a future that suddenly looked a whole lot sexier.

Jenna had an urge to kiss Cindy right there and then, but decided that hunger did indeed make the best sauce, and withdrew her hand and slid back while still smiling broadly and remarking,

“We have plenty of time, adorable girl. So now that we both know for certain how things are between us, what are your questions?”

The young blonde felt almost light-headed with raw s****l desire, and took several deep breaths before sighing and replying,

“Well, this research project you mentioned sounds interesting as hell, for one. Can you tell me about it?”

The raven-haired beauty replied,

“Of course! Doctor J. is a well-known researcher in some of the more...specialized... areas of human sexuality. He and I started and continue to head up a group of researchers like us who are fascinated with the female s****l response to ‘unusual stimuli’. In particular, he may be the world’s most forward-looking researcher on the erotic linkage between a woman’s derriere and her s****l core. For several years now, he and I have set up live feeds from our bathroom and playroom at home and from the Treatment Room here at the office. Those who pay the subscription fee are able to log on and view his experiments with me either live when we are broadcasting or archived. They pay a dollar a minute for the service, and this venture nets substantially more income for us than our practice, which enables us to run the office at such a moderate pace. If you chose, you could be his next subject. You would, of course, receive a share of the proceeds generated by the videos of you participating in the experiments, which could easily double or triple your salary even on a slow day...”

In truth, one of Cindy’s go to masturbatory fantasies that got her off the best was of a very naughty girl who did something so bad that her college professor made her bend over his desk in front of the whole class. Then he raised her skirt and pulled down her panties to give her a long hard spanking in front of all her fellow students, first with his hand and then with a ruler. It turned her on the most when imagining she couldn’t help herself from first peeing herself and then having a loud obvious orgasm from just how out of control being displayed like that made her feel. So the thought of unknown strangers watching her bottom on display and being put through its paces was a total turn-on for the flustered young blonde. She managed to blurt out,