by Sarah Veitch
'You're free to go home if it gets too much for you,' Bob replied.
He lifted her gently and set her at his feet, then kissed the top of her head in an avuncular gesture.
'Your arse looks so pretty in pink, sweetheart. Aren't you curious to see it get even more red?'
Gemma mutely shrugged. She was more interested in internal sensations rather than external bum shades. Her loins craved sexual release.
'Couldn't we have fun first?' she whispered throatily, sliding a hand up his trousered thigh with obvious inference.
'No, we have to get the work over with before we can play,' the older man said.
'This is work?' Gemma laughed with a query in her voice, her labial leaves tingling.
'Yes, I'm working to ensure that a sore arse equals a sugar-free diet,' the dentist replied.
He circled his hands around her waist and half-lifted her to her feet, then unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it from her body. 'I'm bored with punishing you in the Waiting Room. Walk in front of me to the Surgery, dear.'
'Don't you want me ten steps behind you?' Gemma parried, keen to delay this disparaging moment. She cringed at the idea of him studying her semi-nakedness as she traipsed across the floor.
'No, I want to see an arse in need of correction walk obediently towards its next punishment,' Bob Neeson said evenly.
That very same arse glowing, Gemma did as she was bid.
She stopped when she reached the centre of the surgical room. 'Get on to the dental chair. Face the back of it and kneel up on the seat,' her prospective lover ordered. Gemma clambered on and the leather seemed to mould itself around her knees.
'Now hug the back of the chair,' her near-neighbour continued, 'and keep holding it until you've had all six swishy strokes.'
'What if I let go by mistake?' Gemma muttered as she clasped the chair back.
'You'll get an even hotter and sorer bare bottom,' the dentist said.
'But I mightn't be able to help myself,' Gemma protested.
'You must show more self-control than you've shown when it comes to sweets.'
Gemma heard the dentist's footsteps move slightly away. She looked round and saw him inserting a key into a wall-mounted cupboard. He reached inside then brought out a pale yellow cane. 'Meet Roddy The Rod!' he said, running the punisher through his knowing long fingers, then whisking it warningly through the air. 'Roddy's very hard on soft bare bottoms,' Bob continued, his tone as smooth as butter, 'but maybe he'll be gentler if you give him a little kiss.'
He brought the pale thin staff close to Gemma's mouth, and she shivered with a strange submissive need and pressed her lips against it. 'Six strokes seems reasonable for dental insubordination,' her almost-lover said.
'I'd settle for three,' Gemma answered thickly.
The dentist shook his head. 'With three you'd soon fall back into your old tooth-decaying ways.' He walked around the chair till he was facing her posterior then said, 'Hold on tightly, sweetheart - this'll sting a little.' Gemma nodded and closed her eyes. Moments later the rod smacked into her taut-stretched buttocks. As the pain raced through her bum flesh, Gemma yelled. She let go of the chair and rubbed and rubbed and rubbed at her corrected bottom. For long moments the pain was all that she could think about - then she remembered where she was and who was responsible. She looked reproachfully at Bob, keeping her hands over her scarlet cheeks.
'That hurts so much! I thought you liked me,' she muttered hollowly.
'I do like you - I wouldn't be here if I didn't,' the dentist said.
'But it really and truly burns right through my bottom.'
'Of course it does. You've failed the test so you have to accept the consequences,' Bob said. He smiled assuredly. 'But remember that every pain you feel now will result in an equally intense pleasure later. No pain, no gain, isn't that right?'
'If I've five more strokes like that to go then you'd better be offering me multiple orgasms,' Gemma retorted, still cupping her tenderised tissues. She pressed her palms more firmly into her nates, as if hoping that her hands could absorb some of the heat.
'You'll not get any orgasm at all if you don't present your bottom for the next cane stroke right this instant,' Bob Neeson warned. Gemma stared at him and knew that she wanted to experience the ultimate ecstasy. Maybe the second striping wouldn't be so bad.
She sucked in her breath, then faced the back of the dental chair. Again her entire being seemed to focus on her twin rotundities. That focus increased as Bob murmured. 'Hot enough for you?' and played the rod across the centre of her helpless cheeks. 'Tell me that you've been a weak-willed girl who deserves the second stroke,' he murmured.
'No, I'm a good girl with a sadist for a dentist,' Gemma countered with a flash of zest. She howled as the man made her taste Roddy The Rod again. This time the rattan made contact with the lower cheeks of her exposed posterior. 'Pig, pig, pig,' she spat out, cupping her enlivened flesh once again.
'Which stroke hurt most so far?' Bob asked neutrally, stepping closer to examine his handiwork.
Gemma shrugged, but kept her fingers spread across her bum cheeks. 'They both stung like hell.'
'A girlfriend once told me that being caned on the lower curve increases sexual satisfaction,' the dental surgeon continued, looking thoughtfully at the cane.
Damn - he'd had other girls in the past who had probably been braver about tasting the rod. Determined not to be cowardly, Gemma cleared her throat.
'I was weak-willed in eating those sweets,' she muttered, forcing a note of submission into her voice tone. 'Please sir, I deserve a thorough whacking. Please apply the cane to my rump again.'
'They say third time lucky,' her dominator mused, caressing her bum with the cane until it trembled. 'So where shall we place the third hard stroke, love? Here or here or here?'
'You choose, sir,' Gemma muttered nervously. 'My bottom belongs to you for the duration of this punishment.' She hoped that he'd soon pay equal attention to her more intimate fleshy parts.
'I think I'll aim low again,' Bob Neeson said after a moments consideration. 'Liven up that sensitive underhang.' Seconds later the third swish emblazoned a trail above her thigh backs, and Gemma turned swiftly around and sat on her hands.
'I can't. It's too much,' she whispered, writhing about on the cool soft leather, a buttock cradled in each of her silken palms.
'Trust me,' the dental surgeon murmured, 'I know how much a girl can take.' He set down the cane and walked over to her then kissed her lightly on the forehead. 'Come with me to the mirror. I want you to see what I can see.' Still clasping her well-disciplined bottom, Gemma followed him to the full length glass at the other side of the room.
'Turn around and look back at your bum cheeks,' Bob Neeson said. Gemma did so and stared, fascinated, at her naked posterior. The earlier spanking had created a finger-marked redness which gave a mottled rosy background to the more crimson stripes of the cane. The lowest portion of her bum had three half-merged stripes, but the upper portion was unblemished and looked sadly ignored. 'I'm going to lay on the remaining three here,' her almost-lover said, stroking the near-virgin territory, 'keeping well away from your backbone, of course.'
'Couldn't I have the other three tomorrow night?' Gemma asked in her most hopeful and compelling little girl voice.
'No, the endorphins will kick in if I apply them now,' the older man said. He held her lightly for a moment. 'Imagination's often worse than reality so it's best to get awkward moments over with.'
He had a point there. And now that she had seen her rosy flesh, Gemma felt sexy again, and felt brave enough to accept the fourth of the cane marks. Resolutely she faced the dental chair. 'Go over it sideways this time. You know, so that your top half is stretched across its arms? I like variety,' the surgeon explained.
'Oh we aim to please, sir,' Gemma muttered sarcastically. Trying to come to terms with this new ignominy, she slowly complied. Within seconds she realised that her hips stuck out even further th
is way, made for a much more vulnerable target. She figured it would also hurt more as now her legs were standing rather than kneeling, were totally straight.
'Halfway there, love,' Bob said persuasively, getting into position behind her and raising the cane again.
'You'd find that cold comfort if you were the one being disciplined,' Gemma said.
'Cold isn't a word that I associate with naughty girls,' her tormentor countered. 'In fact they usually end up smouldering like a well-baked peach.' He bounced the rod lightly off her arse a few times and Gemma whimpered. 'A sound thrashing will take your mind off eating sweets.'
'I'd rather have tooth decay than a sore bum,' Gemma snapped, momentarily tired of his lectures.
The man's voice was filled with a knowing arrogance. 'You'd rather have the ultimate sexual release.'
Gemma was all for more of the release and less of the sane, but her dominator was beginning to sound reproachful. 'If I have to wait too long my caning arm gets angry. And we don't want that, do we?' he said. Quickly Gemma shook her head and asked nicely for the remainder of her punishment. Then she yelled as the cane seared the centre of her buttock flesh. 'That was a nice one,' Bob said with a smile. 'Wonderfully glowing. Your flesh colours particularly well.' He ran the rod over that colour again, re-awakening her excitement. 'Aren't you going to thank me, Gemma?' he asked.
She knew what she'd like to say to him - but she'd never get to orgasm if she said it. 'Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,' Gemma forced out.
She was two thirds of the way through her encounter with the rod and was forcing herself to remain sweetly subservient. Nevertheless her buttocks tensed and untensed as they waited for the fifth acquaintance with the cane.
'Oh dear, that bottom's moving far too much. I like absolute stillness and obedience,' Bob Neeson murmured.
'I'm trying to keep it still, sir,' the nursery owner gasped. She tried to think of work or home, of where she and Bob could go later this evening. But all she could think about was her punished buttock flesh. That self-same flesh puckered up in the centre, then relaxed for a few recharging seconds before tensing up all over again.
'Now you're being doubly disobedient, so I may have to wet your arse so it stings even more,' the dentist murmured, tracing her curves again and again.
'Please no - don't wet my bum, sir!' Gemma gasped out in genuine dread. She knew that a wet bum would feel far more pain than a dry bum. She only wanted to be wet between her legs.
Using up all her remaining resources, she managed to send signals from her brain to smooth out her hot red bum. Immediately she sensed Bob adjust his striking arm. Then the cane whacked into her and she groaned with carnal desire and arse-based pain.
'Please,' she whispered, pushing her bum back to further display her obvious excitement. 'Oh, Bob, please!'
'Call me sir whilst I'm teaching you better habits, and save your lewd gestures until after I've finished installing discipline,' the older man said sternly. 'Now tell me that you deserve the second last one to be especially hard for using your charms to try to lead your mentor astray.'
'I deserve the second last one...' Her voice thick with lust and confusion, Gemma repeated the submissive phrase.
'No, in your own words if you please,' Bob continued, stepping closer to palm her writhing rump cheeks. His thumb traced her secret anal ring, and Gemma groaned.
Even as her mind flinched from the degradation, her pubis flooded with erotic near-release. She'd never felt so alive before, so sexually wanton. 'I've been a bad girl, sir,' she whispered. 'My bottom deserves to taste the cruel hard cane.'
'Your bare bottom,' the surgeon corrected.
'Yes, my bare bottom, sir,' a desperate Gemma said. She paused.
The man teased the rod down her reddened flesh again, then murmured, 'I'm waiting.'
'Me too - waiting for an orgasm, sir,' Gemma said.
Bob didn't reply. Nor did he lay on the stick. And until he'd dealt out her caning he wouldn't grant her the complete pleasure that she craved. Gemma writhed with embarrassment, but knew that she'd have to ask even more sweetly for the cane.
'I ask nicely for the rest of my flogging, sir,' she whispered tremulously.
'That arse doesn't look as if it's asking nicely. It's been making such a fuss, almost dancing a jig!'
Gemma willed her agitated orbs to stay in place. He obviously wanted to increase her submission. She searched her mind for more exciting and debasing X-rated words.
'My reddened arse doesn't mean to make a fuss, sir,' she muttered contritely. 'It's just that it's so hot and red and sore.'
'And doesn't it deserve to be hot and red and sore?' The surgeon skimmed the cane across her striped flanks again in a silent warning.
'Yes, sir. It's been very disobedient, sir,' a breathless Gemma said.
She moaned anew as the rod traced every centimetre of her hemispheres, bringing fresh nervousness to each portion of her naked buttocks.
'Tell me what this bad bottom deserves,' the dental surgeon said.
The nursery worker took a deep breath, then reminded herself that it was best to get her punishment over with. 'It needs to be taught a very firm lesson, deserves to beg.'
'And how exactly will you beg?' Bob Neeson asked sweetly.
'I'll... say pretty please, sir,' Gemma replied, blushing with strange new shame.
'Go on, then.'
She loved him. She hated him. Adored the contrast of his staying so cool whilst she herself was so torrid with erotic desire. 'Use the long hard cane on my bum for the penultimate time,' she said in a hoarse needy whisper. 'Pretty please.'
She heard a lazy smile enter her new master's tone. 'Penultimate is a big word for such a little girl,' he said.
Gemma looked back over her shoulder to see Bob raising the rattan cane. She turned quickly around to face the front again then gasped loudly as the rod swished halfway down her haunches, causing her to jerk and tense. 'Ah,' she wailed, jumping about as if the floor beneath her feet was suddenly electrified. Yet again her hands snaked their way around to her sizzling orbs.
'Tell me how much it hurts,' the dentist murmured. 'How it's successfully turning your thoughts away from unhealthy sweets.'
Gemma bit back a rude remark. 'It hurts a lot, sir.'
'But you still want to ask nicely for the last cane mark, don't you, dearest?' the older man asked.
'Please... please use the rattan on me for the very last time,' Gemma managed, again getting into position over the side of the chair.
'Dear me, position is everything,' the dentist mused and Gemma felt his arms encircle her waist to straighten her up a little. 'That's it, sweetheart, keep your bum stuck right out for me,' he said.
The nursery worker felt need liquidising on her inner thighs. The way he'd positioned her seemed to open her buttock furrow up a little. She could imagine him staring at her tightly-contracted anal ring. Renewed abasement seeping through her loins, Gemma closed her legs together a little, but the dentist immediately put them back in their former place.
'Where do you want the last stroke to land?' he asked matter of factly.
'That's up to you, sir. My bottom belongs to you,' Gemma replied.
'I know that. But I'm giving you an option,' her chastiser persisted.
The girl felt a strange new gratitude permeate through her. 'If sir would be so kind, I'd like the last one further down,' she murmured. 'It's not quite so painful there.'
To her amazement, Bob immediately obliged. He seemed to know that she had reached her limit, for the stroke was a bouncy rather than a stinging one. Gemma felt her knees sag slightly with relief.
'Now stand in the corner. Put your hands on your head whilst I inspect you,' Bob Neeson instructed.
Gemma pushed herself away from the chairside, faced the tall man briefly, then turned obediently away. Her naked parts jiggled as she walked, and she resisted the urge to stop and peak at them in the mirror. She wanted to please Bob so must do exactly as he said!
She sensed him moving close then closer still, felt his cool palms cupping her well-baked rotundities.
'Are you sorry that you didn't obey the dentist's orders, dear?' he asked.
'Yes, sir,' Gemma whispered, her loins twitching as he pleasured her carnal country, 'I'm very sorry indeed.'
Bob's sensuous caresses continued. 'Then let's take your mind off your hot sore cheeks...'
Afterwards they curled in each others arms, both lying on their sides. It had been the best sex ever. Gemma rolled onto her back then winced as the carpet scraped against her bare extremities.
'Ow, you really know how to cane a girl. It'll be a month before I can sit down again,' she said.
'A month? I hope not!' Bob sat up and pulled her over his lap to examine her bare bottom. 'After all, I intend chastening these naughty globes again in a week.'
'Why on earth...?' Gemma muttered, feeling a new low pull of excitement in her pubis. She quivered as she lay, naked and helpless, over his manly knee.
'Why? Because you disobeyed me whilst your caning was in progress by letting go of my nice big dental chair.'
'It's not exactly the crime of the century,' Gemma shot back as he fondled her spherical treasures.
'It reflects the fact that you lack basic training,' Bob said. He sighed and hoisted her more fully over his knees. 'If you disobey an instruction to stay still, then chances are you'll disobey an order to give up sweets or soft drinks, or whatever's currently giving you dental caries.' She heard a steely note enter his voice. 'And as your dentist - and from today your lover - it's up to me to train you so that you treat your body well.'
He lifted her up and set her on her feet. 'Go over to the cupboard, love - the one with the key in it. Bring over all the punishment implements and set them at my feet.'
Two minutes later, Gemma fingered the oval leather and wood paddles, the various-tailed tawses, willow twig birches and braided switches. 'I'll expect your bare bottom to be here at the same time next week for its training session,' the dental surgeon said. He indicated the twenty or so beautifully carved and handstitched implements. 'Now, sweetheart, which is it to be?'
