by Sarah Veitch
They walked into the building and immediately went through a second door which said Testing Times.
'Ritchie - Charlotte pushed another pupil into the water the other day. I was going to thrash her but Mr Steen got there before me. If you can devise some little test which teaches self control...'
The man in the white coat nodded. 'As it turns out, I've just taken receipt of a new anal pleasurer. I take it you have no objection to my probing her rectum for an hour or two?'
'None whatsoever,' Miss Barr said.
'Ritchie, you aren't going to widen me there, are you?' Charlotte asked with growing uncertainty. She'd once been entered with an anal plug on the Training Grounds and it had been almost more than she could bear.
'That's Dr Ritchie to you,' the man said, slapping smartly at her arse.
Charlotte cried out and took a step backwards and almost bumped into the metal frame that divided the room.
'Meet your new companion. You're going to spend the next hour and a half tied to that,' Dr Ritchie said. He handed her a long glass of water and a small banana and watched her consume them. 'There - now you're fed and hydrated. Let the testing times begin!'
Miss Barr looked at her watch. 'I'll help you strap her in place but then I really must go.'
'Gee thanks,' Charlotte muttered - and found it was Miss Barr's turn to slap her. Clearly, spanking was allowed this afternoon though caning was not.
'You're not going to invade me with some huge dildo, are you?' she repeated nervously.
But both the man and woman ignored her as they used the leather straps to bind her wrists and ankles in place so that she was tied in the form of a cross. The frame had no centre so her naked haunches were completely exposed to their eager hands and gaze. The skirt pinned up about her waist only seemed to accentuate the helpless globes beneath it and Charlotte felt very sorry for herself.
'Can I see what you plan to use on her?' Miss Barr asked when Charlotte was securely tethered in place.
'Of course. It's slender but devilishly effective.' Dr Ritchie went over to a white-clothed table and returned with a long, cigar-shaped object which had a twistable base. He twisted the base and a low humming sound filled the room. 'Can you stay for a moment whilst I slide it right up her?' he asked conversationally.
'Wouldn't miss it for the world,' Miss Barr said with a knowing grin.
Charlotte grimaced as she felt the man roughly part her bottom cheeks, his fingers straying into the crevice. Then she groaned as the vibrating shaft slid all the way in. It didn't widen her particularly far but it felt unwelcomingly alien. It oscillated inside her and made her bowels feel strange.
Miss Barr and Dr Ritchie were now staring at her as if she was a moth on a slide. Charlotte tried to set her face into a neutral mask, but just at that moment the vibrations intensified and she realised that her clitoris was swelling with excitement. She started to writhe the little she could in her bonds.
'Pushing another pupil into the water was foolhardy in the extreme,' the doctor said, staring at her closely. 'So this test is to teach you the finer elements of self control.' He fastened a small monitor to her wrist. 'In other words, you are forbidden to orgasm - and this little machine will tell me if you do.'
'I won't come. I just won't,' Charlotte said with effort. She said it vehemently, as if trying to convince herself. Miss Barr smiled and Dr Ritchie simply raised his eyebrows then looked at his watch.
'I hope not - for if you do I'll have to take this flipper to the backs of your thighs.'
'A flipper?' Miss Barr queried with a laugh.
'Well, when you told me her crime involved a swimming lesson I looked for a fitting punishment. One of the marine lab workers has been deep sea diving and was happy to oblige.'
Charlotte whimpered anew as he held the long black flipper up before her face. It would sting like blazes. But only, she reminded herself stoically, if she came.
'I won't come,' she said again but her voice sounded weaker this time. In truth, the anal vibrator was making its presence increasingly known and her desire was building. The tremors seemed to go all the way up her rectum to her belly before spreading down to her vulva and weakening her thighs. She urged her sphincter muscles to push the vibrator out but the ecstatic vibes seemed to have robbed them of all their vigour so she writhed helplessly as the pleasure built and built. Charlotte would have given anything at that moment to take control of her body but she was spread-eagled so firmly that there was no escape.
The young woman gritted her teeth to keep the sounds back as she felt her orgasm fast approaching. She tried to keep her face smooth and impassive but as she began to climax the monitor around her wrist let out a telling bleep.
'Oh dear,' said Dr Ritchie. 'Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. We didn't last long, did we?'
Aware that the game was up, Charlotte let out long pleasurable moans.
As soon as her climax ended, the doctor stepped behind her, removed the vibrating dildo from her rectum and turned it off. Seconds later she sensed that he was lining the flipper up with her flesh. Hot pain lashed into both her thighs and she cried out and pushed forward the little she could.
'Twenty, I think,' Dr Ritchie said, considering.
'I can help if your arm gets tired,' Miss Barr said.
Tied facing the front, Charlotte had no idea which of them was now lashing her sentient thigh backs. All she knew was that it hurt a great deal and she was helpless to resist.
At last one of them applied the twentieth lash and Charlotte felt their hands stroking and kneading at her flesh as they admired their handiwork.
'I'm not sure about using that flipper. It seems to scratch the flesh,' Miss Barr said.
'I see what you mean,' Dr Ritchie replied, and there was mild consternation in his voice. 'I just got the flipper for its novelty value but it's clearly not suitable. So what shall we punish her with instead?'
'Nothing if I don't climax again,' Charlotte cut in quickly.
'Oh, you'll climax again. I've never seen a girl come so quickly in an experiment,' the merciless medic said.
As if belatedly remembering that she was an entire person rather than two squirming thighs, they walked around to address her face.
Secretly Charlotte feared that the doctor's comments were true. She'd occasionally had three orgasms with one lover in a single session - and that hadn't involved a fiendishly effective sex toy such as this.
'I really think she needs a damn good spanking,' Miss Barr said.
Ritchie flexed his palm. 'I'm always happy to oblige - and I've been playing so much tennis lately than my arms are at their strongest.'
'But I've already been caned,' Charlotte cut in.
Miss Barr looked at her thoughtfully. 'That was this morning.' She turned to the doctor. 'How about you put her through the anal test for the next hour and take a note of how often she comes. Let's say that every orgasm earns her a five minute spanking. But don't spank her in real time - save it all till the end when I come back.'
'Any particular reason?' the doctor queried as he prepared to insert the vibrating pleasurer into Charlotte's rectum again.
'Well, it'll give her arse another hour to recover from the cane and she'll be more ashamed at being spanked in front of a third party,' Miss Barr said.
Charlotte wanted to glare at them both but they had disappeared behind her again. Her anger and shame quickly turned to consternation as she felt the rectal teaser being fed in. Within seconds the tremors were spreading through her treacherous body, taking her closer and closer to a pleasure peak.
Miss Barr left and Charlotte turned her pleading gaze to the white coated doctor.
'No more,' she whispered as her body strained for its second climax.
'Silly girl, we're just getting started,' Dr Ritchie said.
All too soon Charlotte climaxed again and the doctor wrote down that this would eventually earn her a five minute spanking. Moments later he reinserted the rectal teaser and the test recomm
enced.
By the end of the hour Charlotte had lost count of how often she'd come or of how many spankings she was due. All she knew was that her thighs ached from the strain of tensing up before every climax and her vulva felt very hot and swollen. Worse, tell tale fluids were dripping from her labial lips.
Then Miss Barr reappeared. 'How many spanking sessions, doctor?' she enquired.
'Well, she came six times. You do the maths,' Dr Ritchie replied with a grin.
'Half an hour? Oh she is going to have a sore bum,' the gym teacher said.
The doctor sat down on the low couch that ran along the furthest wall. He patted his lap and Miss Barr immediately untied the quivering Charlotte.
'Don't keep the doctor waiting, dear,' she said, leading the girl towards the medic's flexing palm.
'But doctors are supposed to heal,' Charlotte muttered. She tried to stall the pair of them with words for she was too weak to fight them physically. Her multiple orgasms had left her languid in the extreme.
'Doctors are supposed to make you better,' the gym teacher agreed. 'And you were a naughty girl when you pushed another pupil into the water - so this treatment will make you better. Just think of it as very strong medicine.'
Miss Barr pulled and pushed more firmly at Charlotte and, with a sigh the younger girl let herself be draped over the smiling doctor's lap.
Immediately she was in situ, Miss Barr tied her hands together at the front then bound her feet, intensifying her helplessness.
'She'll go crazy long before the thirty minutes of spanking are up so we don't want her kicking us,' she said.
'She will indeed. You'd better find the paper hankies. There'll be tears before I'm finished with her,' Dr Ritchie agreed.
She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry, Charlotte told herself as she writhed in shame over the man's firm knees. Nevertheless, a little whimper escaped her as he traced the marks on her reddened thigh backs before turning his attention to her helplessly bared backside.
'Oh sweetheart, those pretty cane marks have faded. Aren't you lucky that I'm going to make your cheeks crimson again?'
'Fuck you,' Charlotte muttered.
'Oh, I only fuck sophisticated women,' the doctor said, 'not silly girls who play pranks on other pupils. No, I spank such bad girls until they learn the error of their ways.'
So saying, he raised his palm and she felt it crash into her disarmed right hemisphere. He immediately repeated the slap on her left and soon he was slapping every centimetre of her quivering flesh.
'Oh, ah, ouch!' Charlotte muttered despite her intention to keep totally quiet. 'Ah, aaah, Jesus!' she gasped out as her hateful punishment went on. The man's palm seemed bionic as it lashed both cheeks and even heated the area across her dark divide. Each spank added heat to an already overheated area until she felt as if her jiggling flesh was on fire.
At last Dr Ritchie stopped berating her squirming globes and began to stroke them instead.
'That's your first session over, five to go,' he said.
Charlotte opened her eyes wide and stared at Miss Barr who was seated near her face.
'You must stop making such a fuss so early on,' the gym teacher told her. 'You'll be quite worn out by the time you receive session six.'
'It really hurts,' Charlotte whimpered, unable to believe that they were going to subject her to five times this much spanking.
'Of course it does, it's punishment,' the doctor said. She trembled as he continued to knead and caress her reddened flesh. 'Okay, that's enough respite. Time to commence spanking two.'
'Oh please no - give me a few more minutes,' Charlotte pleaded, trying and failing to twist her head around to look at him. She tugged at her tied wrists and ankles but they were bound fast.
Ignoring her entreaties, Dr Ritchie began to spank her again. This session felt worse than the last for her buttocks were already stinging. Charlotte tried to keep calm but felt numerous little cries being forced from her lips. She flattened herself into his lap before each slap then pushed her arse up after the blow fell. Her breasts scraped against the couch as she writhed in place.
By the time the second session was coming to an end, her entreaties had become one long heartfelt plea. 'Oh no... please... oh please... oh, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.'
'You will be,' Miss Barr said gleefully as she watched the doctor's palm strike down, down, down.
At last Dr Ritchie stopped lashing her arse and began to stroke her hair.
'Have you got an awfully sore bum now, sweetheart?'
'Yes, sir, so sore that I can hardly bear it,' Charlotte admitted, a quiver in her voice.
'And you know you've four more sessions to go?'
'Yes, sir. But please sir, I'll go mad with the pain,' Charlotte whispered. She truly meant it. She had a horror of disgracing herself by crying uncontrollably like a little child.
'Well, let's dole out the third session then maybe you can think of ways to avoid the fourth,' Ritchie said.
Charlotte rubbed herself insinuatingly against his lap. 'I could please you in any way you wanted.'
'No, I told you that I don't have sex with silly immature girls,' Dr Ritchie replied.
Her offer must have angered him, for when he began to spank her he did so with even more vigour than before. Charlotte squealed like a piglet then kicked and bucked the little she could but was unable to save her flaming backside from a single spank.
'Oh no more!' she gasped out as he spanked and spanked and spanked. Her buttocks felt like twin furnaces and she longed to protect them. Instead all she could do was beg for mercy from a man who clearly wasn't merciful. Miss Barr was equally immune to Charlotte's plight so her desperate entreaties fell on four equally deaf ears.
The spanking went on and on and on. Five minutes didn't sound like a lot - but it was an age when every few seconds a thick palm lambasted your hindquarters. Charlotte squealed and writhed and pleaded, but to no avail. At last the determined doctor stayed his hand and she lay over his lap like a sacrifice, still pleading for release.
'Oh you dirty little girl, you've gotten my white coat all wet,' he said, sliding his fingers across her soaking labial lips.
Charlotte yelped and wriggled at his teasing touch. He'd brought her to orgasm six times with that anal pleasurer, so what did he expect? But she was determined to get into his good books so just muttered 'Sorry, sir.'
She became belatedly aware of his erection digging into her thigh and realised this might be her chance to win him over.
'I could lick off all the wetness, sir,' she offered, tonguing her lips insinuatingly.
Dr Ritchie immediately pushed her gently to the ground. Charlotte crouched there, trying to keep her very sore bum from touching anything. With her hands and feet tied together she still felt comparatively helpless but at least she was no longer stretched over his lap with her arse beneath his palms.
The doctor unbuttoned his white coat and unzipped his trousers. His cock sprang free, the glistening head giving her further proof of his arousal. Charlotte parted her lips and moved them towards his erection but to her surprise he pushed her away.
'No, no, sweetheart, that's much too easy. I like to put dirty girls through their paces.' He turned to Miss Barr. 'Help me tie her to the working girls machine.'
The gym teacher smiled. 'She's never going to forget doctor's orders.'
Trembling, Charlotte allowed herself to be led to a metal frame in the next room.
'Crouch down,' Miss Barr said. Then she called to Dr Ritchie and told him to lie on his back so that she could check the measurements. A few seconds later she seemed satisfied and bound the still-crouching Charlotte's shoulders to the top bar of the machine. She then tied Charlotte's ankles to the lower bars so that they were spread far apart.
'Angle yourself over his cock,' the older woman ordered.
Charlotte gazed down at the doctor's erection and moved her naked body the little she could until her vaginal rim was just touch
ing the tip of his straining phallus.
'Good girl,' Dr Ritchie said thickly. 'Now bring me off.'
How the hell was she supposed to do that? Charlotte wondered. She could barely reach his manhood, far less take it all the way inside her, for the leather straps pulled cruelly at her shoulders when she pushed down and the way that her ankles had been spread apart made her crouching thighs ache.
'Just take the head of his cock inside and use your vaginal muscles to take him over the edge,' Miss Barr said.
Christ, they really did believe in working a girl to the max. With effort, Charlotte did as she was told. Dr Ritchie let out a little groan and she felt an answering twinge of satisfaction. She'd milk this bastard if it was the last thing she did. Ignoring the pull on her shoulders, she pushed down and succeeded in taking an inch of cock inside her hot wetness. She began to squeeze her cunt muscles as if her life depended on it.
Twice, the doc slipped out and Charlotte scrabbled about to take him inside her again, fearful of receiving her fourth spanking. This session was supposed to replace it - but the rules might change if the doctor didn't get to come. She angled her naked thighs and pudenda until he was below her again then pushed down and succeeded in sucking him back inside her. Then she bucked over him until he came.
'Good girl,' he said when he'd climaxed. He lay there for a few more minutes then nodded to the gym teacher. 'Can you take her back next door so that I can administer spanking five?'
'Oh please no,' Charlotte whispered as the older woman unbound her from the frame. 'It still hurts so much,' she said.
'I can see that,' the gym teacher replied with what looked like admiration. 'It's still very red.'
'I could please you...' Charlotte said, flexing her fingers as if encircling a clitoris and staring at the woman's shorts-clad crotch.
'Oh, I'm not a big fan of fingers. I only like tongues,' Miss Barr said.
Charlotte felt her spirit slump. She'd always hated tonguing other women. She'd done it a couple of times out of sheer desperation on the first isle of the Training Grounds but the memories still made her cringe.
