Subculture

by Sarah Veitch

  Put like that, it was hard to disagree. But was he trying to sexualise this conversation for his own agenda? He was still an unknown quantity.

  ‘Some priests and nuns don’t orgasm,’ she muttered, determined not to let him have the final word.

  ‘They may not masturbate or have sex, but they come in their sleep like teenage schoolboys,’ the former surgeon said.

  ‘Do celibates orgasm as often as sexually active folk?’ Lisa had a sudden vision of endless semen-stained laundry piled up in every monastery.

  ‘No, less often - there’s some truth in the saying that if you don’t use it you lose it,’ Michael replied.

  ‘Ah - so my migraine patients have gone beyond desire?’ Lisa asked triumphantly.

  ‘What do you think?’ He looked her up and down then returned to making eye contact. ‘Do breasts with hundreds of tiny sensitive pathways no longer need stroking? Does a firm round backside not yearn to be cupped or squeezed or erotically slapped?’ His gaze locked with hers. ‘Doesn’t a clitoris want to be gently fondled? Doesn’t a warm wet woman want a man deep inside?’

  She was going to come in a minute, and she feared the bastard knew it. Trying to gather her hectic thoughts, Lisa let her eyelids flicker down. ‘They... alright, I’ll ask patients about whether or not they’re having intercourse,’ she said hesitantly.

  ‘Intercourse isn’t the key word - many women don’t orgasm that way, and even pressurised men have been known to fake it,’ the former surgeon parried. He put his free hand on the right side of the door frame and leaned forward slightly. ‘Orgasm’s what’s vital here.’

  ‘And if they don’t come, do I...?’ If he said she had to act as a sex surrogate she’d take the night flight home.

  ‘You refer them to Ria, our live-in Sex Therapist. She’s on a Lecture Tour at the moment, but when she’s accepting patients she’s fully booked for weeks ahead.’ He smiled at some thought or memory. ‘Ria also acts as a Sexual Surrogate which is still quite rare.’

  And does she get caned like poor Jamilla, Lisa thought dazedly. And do you bring her off like you did to young Dania, then carry her off to bed? Aloud she said, ‘Why don’t you refer all patients to Ria first?’

  ‘Because you’ll need to know their sexual history. You’ll have to treat the initial symptoms with herbal medicine whilst Ria works on an underlying orgasmic cure.’ He smiled. ‘You need to know if you’re just treating someone who’s become ill because they hate their job - or if you’re dealing with long term pelvic congestion due to orgasm denied.’

  Dealing with it? She was experiencing it now. Lisa cleared her throat, but to her chagrin her voice still sounded hoarse. ‘Right, I’ll get further details from you before I start prescribing,’ she said shakily. ‘Now I really must read...’

  She stepped back into the room, and the door swung all the way open.

  ‘Ah, I see you’ve unzipped your Welcome Pack,’ Michael Landers said. Lisa followed his gaze; saw the first half inch of the dildo sticking out from under the grey leather pouch. The doctor smiled. ‘These vibrators have a six speed setting. An acquaintance in London has them specially made.’

  ‘I just wanted the silken nightie - it’s lighter than the ones I’ve brought with me. I’ve never used a sex toy,’ Lisa lied. Her heartbeat quickened, but she stared back at him challengingly. ‘I’ve always been satisfied by Reece.’

  ‘I’m sure you have. But he isn’t here for the next three months, so it would be understandable if...’ He gesticulated towards the orgasmic aid.

  ‘That’s none of your business.’

  ‘It is if you can’t do your job due to sexual frustration,’ the doctor said.

  Lisa flushed anew. ‘I can take care of myself.’

  His words contained a smile. ‘Then what’s wrong with the vibrator?’

  ‘I just... I need a spiritual dimension. Couldn’t climax with a mechanical device.’

  Even as she said the words she knew that they were bullshit, that it was the brandy talking. That she just didn’t want this smooth talking know-it-all to win.

  ‘You can’t orgasm with the best dildo in the world?’ he queried.

  ‘That’s right. I need a human hand or... a loving element.’ She winced inwardly at her own pretentious words. He must never know that she could climax at home simply by straddling the spin dryer or by pushing her groin against the vibrating washing machine.

  ‘I’ll bet that if someone slid that throbbing dildo all the way up you’d be moaning within seconds,’ Michael Landers continued conversationally.

  New excitement rushed to her pubis. ‘You’d lose your bet, then,’ Lisa said.

  ‘What’s the wager?’ he asked.

  She thought quickly. ‘If you lose I get to paddle your arse in front of everyone.’ That would show him she wasn’t some ineffectual little girl.

  ‘Then the same rule applies if you lose,’ he countered, raising an eyebrow and letting his eyes flicker down insolently towards her skirt-clad pelvis.

  Lisa licked her dry lips. ‘No chance,’ She couldn’t bear that. She hesitated, looking for a non-public payback. ‘You can take a tenth of my wages if I lose the bet.’ She made strong eye contact again. ‘Not that I will. It’s just a case of mind over matter.’ She was absolutely bloody determined not to let her body betray her in any way.

  ‘I’m a fair man. Let’s say you take the paddling in the privacy of this room,’ Michael Landers said.

  ‘Right. Fine,’ Lisa muttered. She was surprised at how quickly she’d agreed. Her nipples hardened further. She looked numbly at the smooth mock phallus on the bed.

  ‘Bend over that dressing table stool and lift your skirt,’ the doctor instructed.

  Lisa stood her ground. ‘No,’ she exclaimed hotly. ‘You don’t get to see me...’

  ‘Alright, play the virgin if you must. Just slide the dildo up yourself without removing your garments, then.’

  Shakily, Lisa walked to the low square stool and put her belly upon it. Stretched out her arms and legs. She sucked in her breath and held it as she heard Michael’s footsteps approaching the bedspread. Heard them move towards her skirted rear end.

  ‘Here’s the thick promise that you’re immune to,’ he said lightly, leaning over her to press the thick hard phallus into her right hand. Lisa arched her belly and pushed the sex toy down, down, down, curved her hand round, trying to find her wet entrance. Dropped the vibrator on the floor and muttered ‘Damn.’

  ‘Allow me,’ Michael said. Lisa fought back a moan of desire as she felt his fingers parting her labia, felt the polished nose of the toy getting ready to slip inside her. ‘Mm, you’re nicely oiled already, love. Wonder why that is?’ Michael asked lightly. ‘Could it have anything to do with watching young Dania getting a well tanned arse?’ Lisa gasped as he inched the pretend prick slowly up her. Gasped again as he switched it on. ‘I’m being kind and putting it on the lowest vibrating level,’ he added. ‘Though according to you I could put it on full speed and you still wouldn’t climax, your pussy would still be immune.’

  Think of England. Think of herbs. Think of anything but this intensifying urge. Lisa squirmed on her tummy over the stool as the vibrator did its wonderful work inside her. Sensation rushed to her clitoris and to her internal surfaces and built and built. ‘If you were only to last a minute I’d have to give you ten of the paddle. And eight stinging strokes if you merely held out for two minutes,’ Michael Landers said.

  ‘How long will this test go on?’ She forced the words out through clenched teeth. The feeling in her pubis was damn near close to exquisite.

  ‘Oh, a mere five minutes,’ her employer replied.

  She could bear five minutes. She could transcend her body’s needs. She could...

  ‘It’s a hardwood paddle. A becoming tan shade. Has a slight gloss on it,’ Michael continued,
moving the mock phallus inside her provocatively. She wouldn’t come. She would not. She’d prove him wrong. ‘Have you felt the paddle, my dear? Warms most of a pert bottom cheek, only with much more force that a palm does. Flattens the flesh beneath it ever so briefly. It’s immensely satisfying, watching the anguished curves move back.’

  ‘You’re sick,’ she forced out.

  ‘And you’re not?’ He pushed the oscillating phallus gently in and then half out of her needy entrance. ‘I saw the way you stared at Dania’s writhing rump. We all did. Knew that you were one of us despite your dismissive airs.’

  ‘Can’t prove...’ She broke off in mid-sentence and groaned with increasing frustration and mounting lust. God, this vibrator was delectable. New pathways to pleasure kept rushing through.

  ‘You rushed up here after Dania had been spanked and sexually sated. You’ve obviously taken off your stockings and knickers. Now you’re squirming against this eight inch beauty with a hungrily gaping quim.’ Michael Landers said.

  Beyond words, Lisa screwed up her eyes and mouth. She couldn’t hold out much more, just couldn’t bear it. If he’d only take the pleasurer from her sex for even a minute, she could get her composure back.

  ‘Can’t take...’ she muttered.

  ‘You’ll be taking my paddle in a moment if you fail this simple wager.’ He nudged the sex toy up her conduit a little further. ‘I wonder if the staff downstairs will hear your moans?’ He held the mock phallus deep inside so that, squirm though she might, she couldn’t escape one glorious second of its pleasure. ‘I’ll bet the others can picture you being half stripped and thoroughly corrected. Oh sweetheart, I’m going to make those cheeks such a pretty shade.’

  She came then, crying out into the rest of the room, her thighs clamping on the pulsating device as if to squeeze out each rush of sex rapture.

  ‘That’s it, baby. You let it out,’ Michael Landers said. She wanted him to stroke her hair, the way he’d stroked Dania’s. Wanted him to take her in his arms.

  Instead she sensed him kneeling at her feet.

  ‘What are you...?’ she started. Felt something tighten upon her naked ankles. Looked dazedly up as he moved round to her head. He took her right wrist and gently kissed the pulse spot, then bound the limb to the front leg of the stool.

  ‘I’m about to fetch the paddle. Just want to make sure you don’t try to run away,’ he replied.

  Lisa tugged at her legs, realising that they were already tied to the nether stool legs. She put her one free arm behind her back. ‘You can’t do this to me.’

  ‘I just have,’ Michael said. He leaned over, and she breathed in his woodland aftershave. Her belly quivered as she felt his strong hands on her slender left wrist. ‘Some people think that it hurts less if you’re tied down,’ the doctor murmured casually. ‘It’s as if the body submits more easily, knowing that it can’t escape.’

  ‘Oh yeah?’ she muttered, trying to hide the renewed desire in her voice. ‘You mean you’re actually doing me a favour?’

  ‘I just did you one by giving you a pretty spectacular orgasm,’ Michael said.

  Lisa tensed her thighs. ‘The vibrator did that.’

  ‘No, it couldn’t have, love,’ He took a final length of soft rope from his inner pocket and wound it carefully around her wrist. ‘You need the human dimension, you said.’

  ‘Oh fuck off,’ she snapped. Knew that on some level she didn’t want him to fuck off, that she wanted him to... Well, she wanted to experience more excitement. Wanted to find out what he’d do next.

  ‘There, that’s you nicely tied in place,’ the former surgeon murmured. He stood up and moved back, obviously admiring his bondage handiwork. Lisa lay draped helplessly over the low thick stool. He can do anything to me - anything, she thought, and felt a new rush of stimulus to her recently climaxed parts.

  ‘Don’t go away,’ Michael parried with a smile in his voice. He turned back as he reached the door. ‘Just think about how the paddle will feel when it makes contact with your taut backside, my wilful darling. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before you put on pretentious airs, before you lie.’

  ‘And maybe you’ll get psychotherapy,’ Lisa muttered, as he left her scented ornate bedroom. ‘Get the help you deserve.’

  She realised that on one level she herself needed help, for part of her feared the focused hot pain of the paddle whilst another part of her wanted it to happen - how she’d howled with joy during the climax which had followed her first spanking the other day. Never before had an orgasm been quite as sweet or prolonged or all-encompassing. Never, even in her fantasies, had it been so good.

  That was the upside. The downside was that in a few moments he’d be back to lift up her skirt. She quivered at the idea of such close scrutiny. Feared that her skin wouldn’t be as smooth as that of his previous lovers, or that he’d find her pubis hair too thick and dark. Not that she was his lover, she reminded herself - she was his employee. She was also his intellectual equal, and if it hadn’t been for the brandy talking she’d never have gotten into this ridiculous state.

  The herbalist stared at the thick carpet then glanced at the door. Had she really just orgasmed against a dildo held by a near stranger? Had she really agreed to taste a wooden paddle on her naked behind?

  Footsteps approached. Lisa suddenly realised that anyone could walk past the open door to her room. They’d see her tied over this stool. They’d realise that she and Michael... She wanted to keep whatever happened between them secret, didn’t want to be a figure of fun amongst the rest of the staff.

  ‘Thank goodness it’s you,’ she muttered, as the summer-suited doctor strolled nonchalantly in.

  ‘Have I been missed?’ he smiled. ‘You sound pleased to see me.’

  Lisa tried to force real venom into her gaze. ‘You left the door open, you bastard. One of the others could have walked in.’

  Michael shrugged. ‘You’ve seen Jamilla being caned and Dania being spanked. Why shouldn’t they see you being paddled?’

  ‘Because...’ There really wasn’t an answer to that.

  The doctor squatted down by her face. He held out the punitive implement. ‘Have you seen a punisher like this before?’

  Lisa studied the long handle with its oval of smooth glossy wood. ‘Only in 1920’s movies,’ she spat.

  Dr Landers smiled. ‘And was it used on uppity members of staff?’ he murmured.

  The herbalist tried to shrug in her firm bonds, then said, ‘I guess.’

  ‘You guess right,’ the former surgeon continued. ‘And now I’m going to use it on a modern pretentious young lady. A lady that lies about her sexual desires, that thinks she’s better than the rest of the staff.’ He moved to her rear end and she tensed each sinew, waiting. ‘I’m about to give you eight educational hardwood smacks.’

  The jolt of desire she experienced as he put his hand to her skirt hem nearly unnerved her, and she let her breath out in a ragged half-whimper.

  ‘Save your cries for the thrashing,’ Michael Landers said.

  ‘I made a noise cause you scratched me with your nail,’ she lied, the words a thick slurred mutter. Could her body really need to climax again this quickly? The sexual heat from the last orgasm had barely dissipated, and yet...

  ‘Let’s get that naughty derriere bared,’ the man continued. She felt him edge the dusky pink skirt over her thighs till he pushed it high across her waist and back. The lower half of her body was now totally exposed to him. And to his hardwood paddle, she reminded herself.

  Never before in her life had she been so openly and wantonly displayed. Desire flooded her inner walls and outer petals, and she wished that she had the vibrator oscillating inside her once again.

  ‘Now we warm the right buttock for being untruthful,’ Michael Landers said casually. He brought the paddle down on one full orb, and Lisa forgot
all about her lust and need to orgasm.

  ‘Aah!’ she gasped out, pushing her soft belly forward as the heat spread across her imprisoned flesh.

  ‘Makes an impression, doesn’t it, my sweet? Makes you better,’ the doctor murmured tauntingly.

  ‘Makes me hate your supercilious guts,’ Lisa said.

  ‘I don’t think you completely hate this, though - your pussy is dripping,’ her employer added, with the hint of a sneer in his voice. She wanted to slap him. Tensed both buttock cheeks as she sensed him lining up the paddle again.

  ‘Not so hard,’ she muttered.

  ‘Hard enough to end your supercilious ways. Hard enough to teach you some humility,’ the doctor countermanded. ‘Trust me, sweetheart - I know how much a bossy little bum can take.’

  Lisa jerked as the paddle smacked into her flesh for a second time. Her tummy chafed against the padded stool. Her pubis pushed against its welcome edge.

  ‘Now for stroke three,’ Michael Landers continued. ‘Isn’t this fun? I hope one of the others strolls past and peaks in. In fact, I’m tempted to call them.’

  ‘Don’t you dare,’ Lisa got out, trying in vain to twist her head far enough back so that she could see him. ‘I’d never forgive...’

  ‘I suspect you’d get over it once you’d had the orgasm of your life,’ the former surgeon said calmly, ‘but I’ll settle for thrashing you privately for now.’

  ‘Settle for that forever,’ Lisa shot back, tensing her cheeks ready for the ensuing thrashing. Her words permeated her brain. What on earth was she saying? She’d just given the impression that she’d let this megalomaniac punish her naked haunches in private again. ‘I mean that this is the only time you’ll get to use the paddle on me, and you must do it without the other staff around,’ she muttered shamefacedly.

  ‘Depends which bets you lose in the future,’ Michael said.

  ‘I won’t make any bets,’ Lisa shot back.

  ‘Perhaps you’ll do something else wrong. Perhaps you’ll deliberately be bad in order to taste my belt then feel my fingers on your pussy.’ The man managed to say each hateful word in a cool conversational tone. ‘Perhaps you’ll again be led by your aching sex, love. By your swollen, throbbing clit.’