I'm nervous as I wait for you to come into the treatment room. I've been here before, but the last time we discussed my lack of response to the program and what you expected of me.
This room is different from the one I was in before... and I know why. Though I am tempted to run out the door, I don't. A tingle of fear and anticipation mingle together in a way that I can't quite understand.
Then, there you are, looking handsome, yet stern, as you remove your coat and hang it by the door.
Crossing over to me you reach up and pull the combs out of my thick blonde hair, letting it fall to my shoulders. You run your finger down my cheek in a rather absentminded way as you look at my file.
"You've asked for this treatment yet you have been very stubborn in complying with my directions. Is that not true?"
"Yes, I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize... some patients require different treatment methods. You are a very beautiful young lady and I don't mind giving you the extra attention you require. You are obviously special, but it's come to the time that more drastic steps in the treatment program be taken. Now you must be punished. Do you promise to accept my methods without any complaints?"
"Yes."
And will you do exactly as I instruct?
"Yes"
"Then we'll begin. Bend over the bed. Do not touch your clothes, that is for me to do."
I feel your hands as you pull my blouse up out of my skirt.
"Good girl... now stretch your arms above you so that I may bind your wrists. As we discussed before, there is no turning back now."
After you have bound me with long ties to the head of the bed, you reach around me, rip open my blouse, pull down the cups of my bra and grab my breasts, squeezing them and pinching my nipples hard.
I whimper a bit as you position me, I'm still standing and I feel your hand lift the bottom of my skirt higher onto my back and slide down my panties, pulling them to my ankles. SMACK! Your hand comes down once, hard across my bare bottom.
"Tell me little girl... how bad have you been?" SMACK!
I flinch and whimper but you go on as if you do not hear.
"How much have you been smoking?"
"I have been going through a pack on the weekends, and more during the week."
"That's quite a bit, considering you have promised to stop. For that, you deserve to be punished."
"But..."
You cut me off
"From now on you will speak only when I ask you a direct question, and you must give me the respect I deserve... you must refer to me by my title."
"OK," I whimper.
You slap me twice... hard on my ass."
"How are you supposed to address me?"
"I'm sorry... Yes, Doctor."
"Now you will count to 20... one for each cigarette in a pack."
"Yes Doctor!" I yelp as your hand comes down hard again. My ass is stung yet another time as you tell me to start from one. The next blows rain down in quick succession, as I struggle to keep up with the counting so that I may reach 20 as quickly as possible. As you spank me, you let your hand remain behind after each slap to roughly rub my newly pink bottom. I cringe with each blow.
"You are not taking your punishment like you promised... you must stop squirming."
I barely even think my protest, much less speak it, when your hand comes down again, low on my bottom so I feel the impact even in my pussy and hard enough to make my hips buck in a vain attempt to escape the punishment you have unleashed upon my pale soft ass.
"You said you would take it without a struggle, did you not?"
"Yes, Doctor" I say softly.
"Then what is all this moving about for? Are you trying to get away? Isn't this the treatment I prescribed, and that you accepted?"
"No, Doctor, I mean Yes Doctor" I almost whisper this. WHACK!
"Don't count right now slut. I asked you if you were trying to get away."
"No, Doctor." WHACK, WHACK, WHACK! Now though, each time you smack me... you pause to rub your fingers between my legs, into my now wet slit.
"I will ask you one more time, were you trying to get away?"
"No Doctor." I cry out.
"And is this not the treatment we agreed upon?"
With this you suddenly shove your fingers inside me so hard that I rise to my toes."
I gasp and you pull your fingers out and smack my ass again.
"Well...?"
"Yes, Doctor,:
Now you rub and pinch my bottom with your right hand while you reinsert the fingers of your left hand into my pussy. You shove your fingers deep inside me, holding me in place as you smack me several more times with your other hand.
Then you say...
"I think we are going to have to subject you to a more extreme treatment. You need to remember who the Doctor is here, who is the patient, and who takes the orders."
You now shove me down on the bed... position me on my stomach, then leave me there. I hear you opening and closing a drawer.
"I want you to spread your legs apart now. ...Wider... (SMACK).... wider."
In another moment I hear a buzzing noise and then feel something vibrating between my legs. You use it to spread my juices all around my pussy. My hips move involuntarily.
You slap my ass hard.
"You little slut... I told you to hold still."
Suddenly you push it hard between my legs and shove it into me as you bring your hand down upon me once more. I try to count again, but you remind me that you did not instruct me to continue counting.
You are penetrating me now with the toy while you work my ass over with three vigorous slaps. Then you instruct me to resume counting, you aim your blows low, almost at the top of my thighs, which pushes the vibrator in deeper with each slap. I almost get to 20 but then, the contractions you are causing with your slaps cause the vibrator to come out of my pussy.
"Naughty little bitch... your pussy need something bigger?"
Then you slip your hand between my legs, groaning as you feel how wet I am. I feel the bed settle as you climb onto it, positioning yourself between my legs.
You press your hips against me and through the flames of my abused behind I can feel your hard cock through your pants. You grind yourself into me for a moment and I feel how large you are.
I feel the movement as you undo your belt buckle and I moan in fear.
"Are you ready?"