Megan’s eyes were wide as she shuffled closer. She looked over her shoulder at Adam, and her eyes moved down to his waist. “No,” she muttered, as he started to unbuckle his belt. She turned back to Dr. Wilkie, who started to slowly count down. “Five… four… three…
Taking another deep breath, she leaned forward and put her hands on his thigh. “Two…”
“Okay, you can stop counting,” she said, dropping herself across his lap, colour flooding her cheeks. Glancing back, she saw Adam smiling, pulling his belt through the loops of his trousers, as he gazed at her behind.
“Hurry up, Simon,” he said, as the doctor’s arm wrapped around her waist. “Working in a boys’ school for the past fourteen years, it’s a long time since I’ve had the opportunity to thrash the bottom of a young lady.” As Megan looked on in horror, he slowly wound the belt around his hand, the thick strip of leather swinging, making her think of a deadly snake about to strike.
“What about me?” his wife asked, grinning as she nudged him. “I hope you’re not calling me old.”
“Never, sweetheart,” he said, pulling her close and squeezing her ass. “You’re a little more experienced, but I’d never call you old.”
“Good job,” she said, giving him a playful smack to the shoulder.
Megan watched them, grateful the attention had been taken away from her for a moment, though she wished she wasn’t draped across the doctor’s lap. She felt ridiculous, but she was also terrified about the ordeal that lay ahead. It seemed the doctor’s relatives were very keen to be involved.
Megan’s body stiffened and she let out a yelp as the doctor’s hand landed, without warning, on the centre of her behind. “If you two are quite finished,” he said, tightening his grip around Megan’s waist, “we’ll begin.” Closing her eyes, Megan prayed it would be over soon.
Chapter Six
Megan gritted her teeth and balled her hands into fists, clenching her buttocks as the doctor landed hard spanks on her behind. She was determined not to make a scene in front of the two unexpected onlookers.
“Hmm, I don’t seem to be getting through to you,” Dr. Wilkie said, grasping the hem of her gown and lifting it onto her back.
“No,” Megan protested, reaching a hand back.
“Keep your hands out of the way, bad girl,” he scolded, gripping her wrist and pinning the interfering arm against the small of her back. With Megan secure once more, he continued to spank her, this time on the seat of her panties. His smacks were harder and she struggled to hold still, her bottom squirming as she attempted to shake off his hand.
“Ah, that’s better,” he said, bringing his hand up against the under curve of her buttock. Megan gasped as his palm then struck the bare flesh of her upper thigh. When he landed a swat to the other thigh, she arched her back, trying to push up and off his lap.
“Stay still,” he scolded, landing several solid spanks. “Just think how much worse this would’ve been, had you been sent to the punishment clinic. You ought to be grateful to me for dealing with you here, keeping this off your record, but instead you choose to be disobedient.” Whilst the doctor lectured her, he rubbed his hand in circles on her bottom.
“Oh, please, sir, it hurts so much,” she whined, twisting her upper body to turn and look at him. She hoped he had finished as her bottom was quite warm. Also, she had no idea how things could be any worse than what was currently happening to her.
“It hurts? Oh, that’s a shame,” he said, patting her behind. “Who’d have thought it, a spanking hurts?” He smiled at her and humour glinted in his eyes.
“If you think that hurts, little girl,” Adam said, seating himself on the sofa opposite, “wait until I get started. My brother is a pussy cat.” He held up his belt, still wrapped around his hand, and grinned wickedly.
“Hey, it’s my turn first,” his wife protested, lowering herself to sit on his lap. Megan’s eyes widened when the attractive blonde held up a hairbrush and patted it against the palm of her hand. “I can hardly wait.” Megan’s cheeks flushed and she turned away. She knew from bitter experience that the sting of the hairbrush was unbearable.
“Let’s finish your warmup,” Dr Wilkie said, grasping the waistband of her panties and peeling them over her bottom. She wailed in despair as she was exposed to the room, and the doctor continued to land sharp swats on her bare flesh. The sting was much more intense and her squirming increased. But, despite the increasing burning sensation in her buttocks, she also became aware of the doctor’s erection poking into her. She realised, too, that she was also becoming aroused, as he paused to rub her bare flesh. Parting her legs, she raised her hips, desperate for him to touch her, but she was further shocked when he swatted her shaven pussy.
“I certainly don’t call that punishment,” Adam said. “Look at her brazen behaviour; she seems to be enjoying it!” Megan’s cheeks burned with embarrassment as she clamped her legs shut and covered her blushing face with her hands.
“Maybe it’s time Paula and I took over,” Adam suggested. “We’ll show you how it should be done, little brother,” he added, with a laugh. “She’ll know she’s been punished when we’ve finished with her.”
Megan shook her head, hoping the doctor would not agree to the request. The prospect of the stern teacher dealing with her filled her with terror. To her mounting distress, Dr. Wilkie released his hold on her. “Right, young lady, I expect you to be well-behaved for Adam and Paula.”
Megan was helped to her feet by the doctor. He smiled encouragingly before turning her toward Paula, who had seated herself on a straight-backed chair. “Come here,” she said, patting her lap with the hairbrush. Megan glanced at Dr. Wilkie, who sighed and shot her a frustrated look. Pulling her panties up, she slowly moved across the room. Her eyes widened with fear when Paula held the wooden-backed brush up between them. “Are you familiar with one of these, for punishment?” she asked. Biting her lip anxiously, Megan nodded. “My father once used one,” she admitted.
“Only once? No wonder you’re so wilful,” Paula said, shaking her head as she looked her up and down. “Oh, well, I always say it’s never too late to re-educate an unruly young woman. Now, I want you to ask me to spank you,” the older woman said, holding the brush out toward Megan. She stared at it and frowned, confused as to what was expected of her. It was bad enough being spanked, but she most certainly did not want to ask for it!
Paula smiled and took hold of Megan’s trembling hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Why don’t you pretend you’re one of the students in the English classes I teach at the university, kept back after lessons to discuss the poor work you’ve handed in?” Megan shrugged her shoulders, unsure how this suggestion was supposed to help her.
“I would expect my student to apologise for handing in such poor work. She would then request a spanking, to help her improve and to remind her of the standard of work I expect. After baring her bottom, she would hand me the hairbrush and request that I deliver the discipline she requires, before positioning herself across my lap,” Paula suggested.
Megan stepped back, her eyes wide. “Not on the bare,” she pleaded, her hands going to her bottom and clutching her cheeks. Paula smiled. “Ah, did your father not apply the hairbrush to your bare bottom?”
Megan shook her head. “No, I had my jeans on, but it still really hurt.”
Paula nodded and smiled once more. “No wonder you need a repeat dose. If it had been done properly in the first place, you wouldn’t be coming back for more. Never mind, what’s done is done. Okay, well, if you do as you’re told and ask me for your spanking, I’ll let you keep your panties on, for the first half of your spanking anyway.”
Tears welling in her eyes, Megan stepped toward the other woman and took the brush from her. Her hands trembled as she gazed at it. Her mouth was dry and she wasn’t quite sure exactly what she was expected to say, especially as she was requesting something she did not want.
Holding the brush out in front of her,
“Oh, but it is necessary,” she replied. “And what would you like me to do with this?” she asked, pointing to the hairbrush. Megan’s hand trembled as she held the brush out and her cheeks flushed scarlet. “Please sp-sp-spank me,” she mumbled, looking to the floor.
“When a young lady decides to act like a small child, she needs to be punished like one,” Paula said, taking the brush from her. “There’s nothing more effective for bringing an uppity young woman back into line. Now, prepare yourself.”
Megan chewed her lip and looked across at the doctor, before glancing back to Paula, seated in front of her, brush in hand. Paula continued to smile. “Lift your gown and lay across my lap, sweetheart.” Swallowing anxiously, Megan stepped to her left-hand side and hitched up her clothing. Every movement felt like it was in slow motion, as she struggled to follow her instructions.
“Be quick about it, unless you want your panties to come down now,” Paula warned, her voice taking on a stern tone. Breathing deeply, the terrified young woman raised her gown to her waist and leaned forward, placing her stomach across the older woman’s lap. “All the way over,” Paula encouraged, patting the brush against her behind. Megan reached forward, putting her hands on the floor to steady herself. Her feet left the floor and dangled behind her.
“Very good, now I want you to grasp the chair legs and keep your hands there, out of harm’s way. It’s your bottom I want to punish. I don’t want anything else getting in the way. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Megan whimpered, gripping onto the rounded wooden spindles.
“That would be ‘yes, miss’ or ‘yes, Mrs. Wilkie,’” she corrected, patting the brush against her upturned backside.
Megan clenched her butt cheeks. “Yes, miss,” she replied. She was totally unprepared for the brush splatting against her left buttock and she yelled loudly, her upper body rising. The brush cracked against her right cheek and she was powerless to stop her hand reaching back to shield her injured bottom.
“Young lady, get that hand out of the way, now.” When Megan did not instantly comply, her thigh was swatted with the brush. Megan shrieked in distress and kicked frantically.
“Are you going to move that hand, or shall I continue spanking your thighs?” Paula asked, giving her other thigh a brisk smack.
“No, miss,” Megan wailed, reluctantly moving her hand away from her bottom, before reaching down to grip the chair leg.
“I’m being kind, allowing you to keep your panties on, but you repay me by being disobedient. If you were one of my girls, your spanking would be suspended and you would instead receive it during your next lesson, in front of your fellow students,” Paula told her.
Megan gasped, feeling relief that they did not have teachers like Mrs. Wilkie at her college. It was well known that the dean slippered and caned girls sent to him, but Megan had thankfully managed to avoid that fate. Some of her friends had not been so lucky. But she could not begin to imagine the shame of being punished in front of her peers.
Her spanking started again and Megan’s attention focused entirely on her buttocks, as the brush continued to smack against them, bouncing off the centre of each cheek. Megan cried out, but tightened her grip on the chair.
“I do not expect such juvenile behaviour from one of my girls,” Paula scolded, building up a steady rhythm as she cracked the brush against the twin globes. Megan squirmed her butt from side to side, yelping at each impact of the brush. “Not only is it childish, but it’s also disrespectful. What has Dr. Wilkie ever done to deserve such malicious behaviour toward him?”
“Oh, I swear it was nothing personal,” wailed Megan, arching up to look at the doctor. He stood close by, watching proceedings.
“You’ll have time to apologise to Simon later,” Paula told her, tightening her grip around Megan’s waist and increasing the tempo of her spanking. The young woman was absolutely distraught. The teacher had a strong right arm and the spanking was going on much longer than she had expected. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her legs kicked frantically. “Please, miss, I’ve had enough, please, stop.” Megan was surprised when she was released, and she quickly scrambled to her feet, cupping her buttocks and massaging them.
“No rubbing, naughty girl,” Paula scolded, her eyebrows rising when Megan was slow to move her hands away.
Megan pouted, reluctantly taking her hands away from her burning cheeks, instead clasping them in front of her. Her bottom burned, but rubbing her buttocks had done nothing to lessen the sting anyway.
“I agree, I think you’ve had enough of a warmup,” Paula said, patting the back of the brush against her thigh. “Let’s have those panties down and we’ll get on with your punishment.”
Megan gaped at her. She had forgotten that her spanking was going to be in two parts, the second without her panties. “Oh, please don’t,” Megan begged. “Please, miss, I’ve had enough. I’m so sore.”
“And you’re going to be even sorer soon, I can promise you that. Now get those panties down and lie across my lap. I won’t ask you again.” Paula’s lips were pursed, her brow furrowed. Megan trembled as she gazed into the woman’s cool blue eyes. She reached back and cupped her buttocks. Pouting, she shook her head. She could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks, and she took a step back, turning toward the doctor. “Please, no more. Let me just clean your window.”
Taking a couple of strides toward her, Dr. Wilkie grasped Megan’s arms and shook her. “Young lady, you do not have a choice in this. You don’t decide when you’ve had enough. You’re being punished. If you were at the punishment clinic, they would not put up with this nonsense. They’d find other ways to punish you until you complied, or they’d send you to your room and try again the next day. Failing that, you’d be sent elsewhere, and your sentence would only get worse—like it has today when you’ve failed to obey.”
Megan lowered her gaze, the colour draining from her cheeks as she thought about the sentence that could have been imposed on her by the courts.
“Do you remember Julia Smith?” Dr. Wilkie asked, reaching out to gently brush Megan’s cheek with his fingers. She nodded, recalling her ex-classmate. “She was caught shoplifting,” he continued. Megan’s eyes widened. She could not believe that of the student who never went to parties and got straight A’s in all her subjects. “She was fed up of being labelled a goody two shoes, so she accepted a dare to do something bad. She stole a box of chocolates and was caught. She was sentenced to a day at the punishment clinic, but refused to comply. To cut a long story short, she ended up moving to South Wales, to live with a very strict daddy. She was originally sentenced to one year with him, but in all likelihood she will remain there until her schooling is finished. As she had two and a half years of her degree to go, she’ll be there for some time yet.”
Megan was stunned. Everyone believed Julia’s father had taken a job in Scotland and his family had moved with him. That was what Dean Jones had told the girls, when Julia failed to return to classes.
“She’s spanked on a daily basis. She’s had all of her big girl privileges taken away, and now her daddy feeds, bathes, and toilets her. Before she can go home, she will return to the punishment clinic to serve her one-day sentence. If she’d only done as she was told, accepted the punishment she’d earned, none of this would have been necessary,” he said, a sympathetic tone to his voice.
Paula got up from her chair, put the brush down, and approached Megan. “The brush is going to hurt more on your bare bottom, but your punishment is non-negotiable. I’m afraid you’ve now earned an additional punishment for running away from me,” she said, returning to her seat.<br />
“Come here,” Paula said, pointing to the floor in front of her. Fear turned Megan’s legs to jelly, as she moved slowly toward her punisher.
“Lift your gown up and hold it in front of you,” she ordered. Megan quickly obeyed, clutching the bunched-up garment against her.
“Good girl,” the teacher praised. “Now spread your legs,” she said. “Wider,” she added, tapping the hairbrush against the younger woman’s inner thigh. “Now squat down.” A tear rolled down Megan’s cheek as she complied with the order. “I’ll try to be good, I promise.”
Paula nodded. “I hope you are, because if I have to get Adam to hold you in position, I’ll remove your panties and double the number of smacks you’ve earned. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll hold still.”
Megan swallowed, wondering what was about to happen. She felt relief when Paula put the hairbrush onto the floor, but yelped when the woman’s hand smacked up between her legs, stinging her pussy. “Back into position,” Paula warned, and a teary Megan squatted down. Another smack landed and she automatically straightened her legs, before returning to the required position. She whimpered, as another stinging slap connected. “Oh, please, no more,” she begged, yelping as she squatted up and down, trying to keep her balance.
“Just three more to go,” Paula said, standing up. “These will be harder, so you might want to change position.” Megan straightened her legs. “Turn around and bend forward. Keep your legs apart,” Paula instructed, standing to her side and raising Megan’s gown. Taking hold of the girl’s panties, she yanked them upwards, wedging them between her buttocks and tightening the material around her crotch. “Squat down and put your hands flat on the floor,” she ordered, patting her bottom as Megan obeyed. “Good girl. Now these three will be real stingers, but I want you to hold your position. If you stand up, we’ll start again, but I’ll use the hairbrush. Do you understand?”
“Yes, miss,” Megan tearfully replied. She braced herself, shuffling her feet further apart, pressing her palms against the floor and praying she would not fall over. She could not bear for the hairbrush to be applied to her pussy.
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