by Sarah Veitch
‘Can’t you control a woman unless she’s in bondage? Shame on you,’ the herbalist duelled lightly. ‘Maybe I should take my kicks with that youth we met tonight.’
‘You’ll kick under the pain of my belt in a moment,’ Michael replied.
Marie-Rose crossed the hall, going the opposite way. ‘Siria Jaccarini was trying to reach you earlier, doctor. Thankfully her son phoned an hour ago to say that her symptoms had subsided. But are you free to visit if her stomach ache restarts?’
Lisa looked up curiously at Michael.
‘Of course,’ he replied, ‘I’ll be in my surgery until midnight.’
‘And after that, can I buzz you in your bedroom?’ the receptionist asked with an enigmatic smile.
‘You can indeed. I’ll sleep with one eye open,’ the man said jocularly. Then he put his right hand on Lisa’s shoulder and started to walk her to his surgical examination suite. ‘I thought that I’d be punishing you in my bedroom,’ he said matter-of-factly. ‘But its best that we’re beside my clinical records in case I have to take an urgent medical call.’
‘But what if Marie-Rose comes in whilst we’re...’ Lisa couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence.
‘She’ll see me toasting your buttocks just as you’ve doubtless seen me tawsing hers,’ Dr Landers replied.
They entered the first of his two medical rooms. The man sat down on the surgical couch then patted his lap and stared over at her insolently. Lisa took a faltering step back towards the door. ‘Can’t make me,’ she challenged, her heart beating faster.
‘No, but I can call Marie-Rose and tell her of your rudeness. She’d love to see your bare bottom being spanked.’
‘You wouldn’t,’ Lisa muttered, hating the prospect of the older woman knowing she was due a smacking.
‘Go over my knee voluntarily or I’ll have to phone her this instant,’ Michael said.
‘Bet you’re bluffing,’ Lisa muttered. The doctor reached for the phone and pressed a number. ‘Alright, alright, I’ll do it,’ the herbalist got out.
She looked at his face. She stared at his lap. Then she took a deep breath and approached him. The man looked up at her dispassionately.
‘Stretch your hands and feet along the ground.’
‘Like that?’ Lisa muttered, awkwardly getting into place so that his trousered knees supported her. She let her head hang down and tried not to think of the vulnerability of her waiting bum.
A vulnerability that was about to increase immeasurably. Lisa whimpered as the doctor reached for the hem of her skirt. She knew what was coming. He obviously intended to strip her globes of their protection right away. Lust flooded the triangle of flesh between her squeezed-together thighs as he edged up the lace-trimmed garment. She felt him roll it up until it covered her slender back.
‘Cami-knickers - how quaint,’ he murmured, stroking the purple silk pantaloons which she’d been given as a gift by a lingerie-loving boyfriend. It was the first time that she’d worn them. They clung closely to her belly and buttocks, and were intricately fluted at the thigh.
‘You can kiss my arse to pay homage to my pants,’ Lisa whispered raggedly.
‘I’ll kiss that cute bum with the strap,’ the doctor replied. The herbalist trembled with mild fear and erotic anticipation at his words, then whimpered as she felt his hand on the waistband of her briefs. ‘As you know, I like to thrash a bare bum rather than a clothed one,’ he said.
Lisa pretended to yawn. ‘Heard it all before,’ she told him, striving for nonchalance.
‘But have you felt it all before,’ the doctor murmured. ‘Felt each different implement on your unfortunate arse?’ She heard a smile enter his voice. ‘There are so many punishers I can use on you, angel, so many positions. Your rump may be anguished, sweetheart, but it will never have a chance to grow bored.’
It was the anguish which was worrying her, Lisa acknowledged, as she squirmed helplessly across his trousered knee. It was so shameful being this tauntingly half-naked. She sucked in her breath as he pulled the purple silk down over her bottom, let that same breath out again as he dragged the garment over her thighs, calves, ankles and stocking-clad feet.
‘Let’s take this pretty suspender belt off too.’ She felt him unclipping her stockings from the lacy strap and unrolling them. Soon she was completely stripped except for the cream embroidered blouse and underlying cream bra. ‘There, that’s better, isn’t it?’ Michael murmured, shifting her more firmly upon his lap.
‘Better for who?’ Lisa protested hollowly, already knowing the answer.
‘Better for my spanking hand,’ her new lover replied.
The herbalist tried to relax each limb to make her disciplining more bearable. Take it easy, she told herself nervously, just go with the flow. She breathed out as Michael’s palm connected with her exposed right buttock. Breathed in before the next spank, then breathed carefully out again. Hey, this wasn’t so bad. Her nether cheeks tingled rather than ached. Her bum felt pinkly stimulated rather than being deepest crimson. She could tell that the flesh was just mildly warm rather than burning to the touch.
Then she also realised that she was barely wet between her thighs. She needed more punishment than this, a harder spanking. Well, her flesh didn’t - but her sexual core demanded it.
‘I’m going to give you another thirty spanks then we’ll have a talk about your behaviour,’ her employer said.
‘One of your talks? I can hardly wait,’ Lisa shot back sarcastically. She knew that she was deliberately trying to provoke him further. ‘Ouch,’ she added, as he treated one buttock to a much harder and more focused spank.
‘Twenty-nine like that to go,’ Michael Landers added.
‘A doctor who can count,’ Lisa jeered. ‘All the nation needs now is one with decent handwriting.’
‘I’ll write down the number of belt strokes you’re getting in a moment,’ the doctor said. He spanked her bare bum four more times. ‘Shall I put the details of your beating up on the staff notice board, or should I just invite them in to watch?’
‘No watchers - I’ll do anything,’ Lisa countered, wriggling under another two harder lashes from his flat palm.
‘I’ll summon an audience,’ the former surgeon warned, smacking the tender undercurve four times in quick succession, ‘unless you agree that you deserve to feel my belt.’
Urgent pathways of desire made their way to Lisa’s quim. ‘Your belt?’ she whispered gutturally, remembering the thick black leather.
‘It’s nice and wide, so it warms quite a large area,’ Michael said.
‘But I only have a small bum,’ the herbalist muttered in a fast-becoming-familiar verbal wrangle.
‘In that case it won’t take me long to redden it all over,’ her employer replied.
Lisa quivered as he started to spank her again. His hand toasted the centre of each cheek. It smarted its way across the sides. It warmed the line where buttock curves into thigh so that the helpless flesh tingled. It heated the slender dark crease between her soft spheres.
‘Ouch,’ she muttered. ‘Ah! Ow! Oh, you bastard!’ But her protestations were half hearted - she was saving her main pleas for when she tasted his belt. For she knew that she’d beg for mercy then; it was inevitable. When that cool leather whacked into her cheeks she’d kick her legs and shriek. If only, she thought dazedly, she’d been able to get off on watching romantic films or peeking at other couples in steamed-up cars. If only her particular turn-on had been talking dirty or dressing up as a maid or wearing a leather suit. It was just her luck that her ultimate pleasure was reached through having her backside bared and vanquished through humiliation and pain.
‘Twenty-eight,’ Michael said softly, smacking her right orb. ‘Twenty-nine,’ he added, spanking its red mate. ‘Now where shall I put the thirtieth one?’ he asked, as if musing out loud.
‘How about applying it to your big mouth?’ Lisa muttered.
‘I can think of a very much better place, a naughtier place,’ her boss countered, before slapping his palm above her firm right thigh. ‘Time to take my belt to you,’ he said and electricity thrilled in line after line through Lisa’s pubic patch. She quivered as she felt him take off the strap around his waist.
‘Isn’t it lucky that this couch is adjustable?’ he asked as he pushed her onto its expanse. Lisa crouched there on her hands and knees as he slid from the examination berth and pulled a lever at the foot of it. The piece of furniture immediately sank a few inches towards the ground. ‘Now, do you want to be tied across it or will you use all your willpower to stay in place?’ her new lover continued with a coolly appraising smile.
‘I don’t need to be bound, doc,’ Lisa replied. In truth, she hadn’t felt the belt on her backside before, wasn’t sure if she could take it. She wanted to be free to jerk away if the punishment got too much.
‘You’re lucky that I’ve eaten well, that I’m in a good mood,’ Michael Landers retorted. ‘Else I might not have given you the option, could just have tethered you in place.’
‘Most men just use charm to keep their women,’ the herbalist sneered, looking over her blouse-clad shoulder at him. Michael doubled his broad belt in his hands and she looked away.
‘How many do you think you should get for flirting with that youth?’
‘None,’ Lisa shot back. ‘I don’t see a ring on my finger.’
‘I’ll put a ring through your nose and lead you through the grounds with it,’ the doctor parried. ‘Unless you start to behave.’
‘You’ll have a long wait,’ Lisa said, her nipples hardening at his taunting.
‘I suspect that the bite of this belt will shorten that wait considerably,’ her new lover said.
‘You wish,’ Lisa countered, then the leather swished into her flesh and she groaned loudly. ‘Ouch, that really stings,’ she added, fighting the urge to rub her new-seared bum.
‘Of course it stings,’ the doctor replied. ‘It’s purpose is to teach you obedience.’
There was no answer to that - at least none that her lust-dazed mind could conjure up. Knowing that a sore bum ultimately led her to a hot-quimmed pleasure, Lisa shut her eyes and waited for the second buttock-heating lash.
She didn’t have long to wait. The bastard was obviously finding his rhythm. She yelled as the strap emblazoned a thick band across her raised hot orbs. This time she put her palms over her reddening bum, small fingers splayed over both hemispheres. Quickly she rubbed at each globe, trying to massage the worst of the heat away.
‘Oh dear,’ Michael Landers murmured. ‘Such naughtiness. I may have to tie you down for protecting your arse without permission.’
‘I could call for help,’ Lisa said.
‘You mean you want to involve the others?’ her employer queried, his voice containing a note of surprise and a cool smile. ‘Yet you were so against my phoning Marie-Rose.’ She sensed him turn away. ‘Well, if you’d rather I had a tete a tete with her about your bad behaviour you can get off this couch right away.’
‘No! Don’t tell anyone about what we do,’ the twenty-eight year old replied, rearing back on her haunches and turning to stare at him, her face hectic. She hated the prospect of the other staff discussing her ignominy. ‘I’ll take my thrashing, sir,’ she added thickly. ‘And promise not to touch my tender bum.’
Obediently she got back onto her hands and knees then waited, forcing herself not to pucker up her posterior.
‘Stick your arse up higher, sweetheart,’ Michael said, ‘I want to get a good swing at it.’
Lisa groaned with humiliated desire, and felt the familiar wetness trickle its trail from her vulval rim. ‘What if I don’t?’ she challenged throatily.
‘Then I’ll have no option but to bend you over that stool in the corner and tie you to it,’ her employer said.
The herbalist sucked in her breath at the erotic image, but decided she couldn’t face the reality. Reluctantly she obeyed the man by pushing her hemispheres higher into the air. ‘Be gentle with me, sir,’ she begged to increase their mutual enjoyment.
‘My belt doesn’t like being gentle,’ Michael said. He brought the leather down on her fleshy parts again, making them flinch and quiver. The stroke was only hard enough to warrant a gasp, but Lisa let out an impassioned yell.
‘No more,’ she pleaded in a somewhat theatrical tone. ‘Please, sir, no more - I can’t bear it!’ Then her stretched-open mouth snapped shut with shock and disbelief as the surgery door burst open and Reece rushed in.
Chapter Nineteen
‘What the...!’ Reece dashed into the room as he heard his fiancee’s urgent pleas for clemency. Then he stopped as he took in the sadistic scene. ‘Get off her,’ he yelled, crossing the room in a few quick strides, homing in on the tyrant. The other man stayed the arm holding the belt then let the leather strap fall silently to the floor.
Now his face was completely unprotected, a shocked white target. Reece balled his right hand into a fist and pulled it back.
He was bringing that same fist smartly forward to connect with the stranger’s jaw when someone or something grabbed his arm and pulled at it wildly. Only half aware of what he was doing, he tried to brush the intrusion away.
‘No!’ yelled Lisa’s voice. ‘Reece, don’t hurt him!’
Belatedly he realised that his fiancee was the one clinging strongly to his nearest jacket sleeve. ‘But Lisa.’ He turned to stare at her blouse-clad but otherwise naked body. ‘The bastard was hurting you. If I hadn’t arrived...’
‘He...’ He saw more colour come into her face, but couldn’t tell which emotion had caused it. ‘He wasn’t... that is, I wanted him to.’
I wanted him to. Reece tried the words out in his head. She wanted the man to strip her below the waist, to beat her? She wanted her beautiful golden flesh to be whipped bright red? He stared down at her white knuckled fingers still gripping tremulously at his clothes.
The poor girl wasn’t thinking straight. She must still be traumatised by the ordeal that this savage had put her through.
‘You’re safe now,’ he said softly. ‘This brute can’t hurt you any more. You can tell me what happened.’ He put his arms around her waist in a gesture of comfort, but she stiffened and started to pull away. Reece looked over at the suited man who’d remained surprisingly implacable. ‘You’d better get out of here,’ he said. ‘Before I lose my temper and knock you into the middle of next week.’
‘This is my surgery. It’s not what you think,’ the man replied.
Reece stared from one impassioned face to the other. Lisa was staring up at him, still holding onto his arm as if she feared that he’d attack the sadistic man again. ‘Get dressed,’ he told her gently. ‘I’ve come to take you home. My project finished early. We can catch a flight within the hour or find a hotel room here on Malta for tonight.’
Lisa bit her lip. She flushed. He watched as she inhaled hard then obviously gathered her thoughts together. ‘I don’t want to go,’ she said softly. ‘Reece - I’m so sorry. I want to stay here with Michael. We’re in love.’
‘You love...?’ He looked over at the older man, and the older man stared back concernedly. ‘But I just saw him beat you,’ Reece said dully. ‘You were begging for help.’
‘He was... it was foreplay. It’s what I wanted.’ Lisa whispered, obviously meeting his gaze with some difficulty.
A few weeks ago she’d wanted him, Reece thought. She’d said so in her postcards and her short but friendly notes. ‘How can you want a violent man?’ he asked dazedly. Again he could see the struggle for composure taking place on his fiancee’s normally serene wide-eyed face.
‘He’s not violent - just dominant,’ she murmured softly.
‘Dominant wi
th his bloody belt,’ Reece said.
‘It’s not... in a way I asked him to. It’s complex.’
Reece felt his brain flood with increasing loss and disappointment. ‘It sounds totally bizarre to me!’
He tried to get his head in order. He couldn’t just give up on their relationship like this. He’d had such plans for them.
‘Look, something strange has being going on here. Maybe you’ve been brainwashed by this bastard. Come back to Scarborough and have a few weeks off work and then...’
‘My life and work is here now,’ Lisa countered quickly.
‘But you only flew out on a three month contract,’ Reece said.
‘And I intended to return home after it,’ Lisa muttered, reaching for her floor-based skirt and kicking her panties under the examination couch, ‘until I fell in love.’
‘You fell in love with this... thing? A man who thrashes you until you beg for mercy?’
‘The begging was a bit of play acting. I wanted him to do what he did,’ Lisa said. She turned to the man she’d referred to as Michael. ‘Can you leave us for a while? Yes, honest, I’ll be fine here. I owe Reece an explanation at the very least.’ Muttering that he’d be next door if he was needed, the man looked from one to the other then reluctantly left the room.
Reece watched as Lisa pulled on her skirt. She winced as it rubbed against her presumably sore bare buttocks.
‘I used to fantasize about this,’ she muttered, indicating the carpet-based belt. ‘Though I tried hard not to.’ She paused. ‘But when I found out that Michael was into the same thing I just couldn’t resist...’
With a lurch of understanding, Reece remembered the spanking photo, and how quickly he’d dismissed it. He’d been such a fool. ‘That photo you sent. You hoped that you and I could...?’ he queried.
Lisa nodded. ‘I was trying to find a compromise at that stage, I guess.’
Reece thought of pulling a woman across his knee, of actively hurting her. He shook his head. ‘I could never do that.’ He watched as his fiancee - his ex-fiancee - leaned back against the surgical couch.
