Chapter 2
CHAPTER 2
D r. Harris surveyed the scene in front of him.
Taking his time, he allowed his eyes to move slowly past the auburn hair that hung to Kirsten’s shoulders. He made no attempt to hide the fact that he was enjoying the view as his gaze wandered over her beautiful back and her even more delightfully gorgeous bottom, down her perfect legs, and all the way to her cute little feet.
“Turn around, young lady.”
Slowly, so slowly, his patient turned to face him.
About three quarters of the way through the turn, Kirsten seemed to panic. She moved one hand to cover her breasts, and the other to hide the pussy he already knew was drenched with her helpless arousal. He allowed her to do so, for now. When she completed the turn, he looked from her head to her toes, taking in the pretty face he’d already seen but which looked even prettier now with her cheeks blushing brighter pink. His eyes wandered lower to the upper curves of her breasts.
If anything, her covering herself made the scene more erotic. His eyes wandered over her tight tummy and her cute little belly button next. As with her breasts, her attempt to cover her pussy only made her pose more alluring, while at the same time building both his anticipation and almost certainly hers as well for the moment when all would be revealed.
A moment she surely knew must be coming quickly.
He was in no hurry, however. He allowed her to stand there for several more seconds before he spoke.
“Young lady, you know very well that I removed your gown because your treatment requires that I see all of you. Am I currently seeing all of you?”
“No… no, doctor, but please don’t make me… please let me keep myself covered…”
“Kirsten,” he spoke with the gentle firmness she had assuredly grown used to over the course of this exam. “I will be seeing much more of you than this before we are finished here today. Your modesty will have no role to play in this treatment program. Now, put your hands at your sides before I’m forced to add another handprint to each of those beautiful bottom cheeks.”
Kirsten’s blush deepened. Perhaps at the threat of further spanking or perhaps at the thought of removing her hands to expose her bare breasts and pussy to his view, but most likely for both reasons at once. For a moment, he thought she might refuse. Which in truth would not have bothered him. She would almost certainly earn a spanking today. A real one, not just a swat or two, and if that came sooner in the exam rather than later, he would have no complaints.
Instead, with obvious reluctance, Kirsten dropped her hands to her sides.
Her breasts were as perfect as he expected, her pink nipples stiff to the point that he imagined they must be aching. He would make sure she was aware of that in a moment, but he didn’t doubt she was already. His eyes moved lower. Her pubic hair was trimmed and her lightly furred lips were just barely obscured by its thin covering. For now, at least. She had no idea just how bare she would be in a few minutes.
Looking up and using his fingers again to lift her chin and force her to meet his eyes, he spoke. “Spread your legs to shoulder width, Kirsten. I need a better view.”
Once again, he thought she might earn herself a spanking, but once again, after a moment of hesitation, she obeyed. He stepped forward, placing himself less than a foot from her, then dropped to one knee and looked from a mere six inches away at what she had until so recently sought to hide from him.
She was even more soaked than she probably realized.
He stood up, put a hand on her shoulder, and turned her toward a full-length mirror on the opposite wall, then pointed to the arousal dripping down her thighs.
“What is this, young lady?” he asked, with a tone that was stern but not overly so.
She blushed and bit her lip in response.
“Answer my question, Kirsten, or you’ll be bent over the table for a spanking.”
“I’m… I’m sorry, doctor… For some reason… I don’t know why, but for some reason, my… my… I…” She couldn’t finish.
“For some reason, you’re very aroused. Is that what you meant to say?”
“Yes… yes, doctor.”
“Being made to blush for me excites you, doesn’t it, Kirsten.”
“No! It’s not that! It’s… I don’t know…”
Turning her to face him again, Dr. Harris slid just the tip of his finger between the lips of Kirsten’s pussy and then lifted it up to show her. It glistened in front of her eyes, and though it didn’t seem possible, her blush deepened even further.
“No matter what you try to tell yourself, your body will reveal its secrets to me, won’t it?”
“But that’s not… I’m sorry… I don’t mean to be…”
“There is no need to be sorry for the way your body responds to sexual stimuli. In fact, we will be making use of those responses during this course of treatment. You should begin to accept that now, because doing so will make everything that is coming much easier for you.”
Kirsten was in no way prepared to accept her body’s humiliating display, regardless of whether or not it might make her upcoming treatments easier to endure. She remained absolutely determined to regain control of herself, no matter what the handsome doctor might say. To that end, in a nearly subconscious movement, she snapped her legs closed.
“Kirsten, did I tell you to close your legs?”
“No doctor, but you’d already seen what you needed to see, hadn’t you?”
“Young lady, you will be assuming far more exposed positions than this. You need to get used to that right now, or you will be spending the better part of your treatment with a bright red bottom.”
There it was, another threat to spank her. Yet again, her pussy clenched.
She had to do better. She couldn’t let him know how easily her body bent to his will.
Kirsten almost laughed out loud at herself. As if he didn’t already know. Still, she took a moment to regain her composure before opening her legs again in her best attempt at a nonchalant way, or at least in as nonchalant a way as a naked young woman could spread her legs for a doctor who had just ordered her to do so after threatening to spank her.
Slipping his fingertip between the lips of her dripping pussy again, he held it up in front of her face as he had previously. But this time he didn’t just show Kirsten the evidence of her arousal.
This time he pressed his glistening digit to her pouting lips and coated them thoroughly with her own wetness.
“You will lick them clean, young lady. Perhaps tasting yourself will convince you that defiance of your body’s responses will do nothing to lessen them, and in fact will likely make them even more pronounced and embarrassing for you.”
Kirsten hesitated. She had tasted herself on only one previous occasion, when a college boyfriend had insisted that she do so, and she had disliked the experience strongly. But the doctor’s stern gaze warned her that even one more second of delay would put her at risk of being spanked.
Wanting to avoid that at all costs, she slowly, tentatively, stuck out her tongue and licked her lips thoroughly.
The taste was exactly as she remembered, but something was different. This time it wasn’t a fumbling frat boy wanting something he’d seen on a porno. It was a tall, handsome doctor who’d already stripped and spanked her that was making her taste the evidence of her body’s surrender.
That wasn’t just different, her dripping pussy forced her to admit. It was fucking hot .
The doctor’s next words returned Kirsten’s thoughts to the reality of the moment.
“We’ll need you properly shaved in order to observe your body’s reactions more closely.”
Shaved? Down there?
She had waxed before, and even shaved sometimes in the past, so the idea of being bare down there was not shocking in and of itself, but two things made this situation very different.
First, she wouldn’t be baring herself for a boyfriend’s enjoyment, but for a medical professional’s inspection. Second and more importantly, while he hadn’t said it explicitly, she was fairly confident he had no intention of giving her a razor and some shaving cream and sending her off into another room. If she was really, really lucky, she guessed he might make her shave while he watched, but she doubted she was that lucky.
She strongly suspected that in a few moments she would be lying on her back on the exam table with her legs spread as he rubbed shaving cream over her fully exposed pussy so that he could shave her bare himself.
After a pause, which she assumed was to allow what he had just said to sink in, Dr. Harris spoke again and confirmed her darkest suspicions. “Lie on your back on the exam table, please.”
Then, without warning, the shame of it all suddenly overwhelmed Kirsten and her mind rebelled against the idea of any further humiliation to the point that she couldn’t contain herself.
“There is no need to shave me, doctor, this is ridiculous. I’m not going to sit here while you humiliate me for no reason.”
That had come out far more defiant than she’d intended, but she couldn’t take it back now.
Kirsten expected the doctor to respond with anger or at least displeasure, but if anything, it seemed there was delight in his eyes for a split second before he regained his demeanor.
Was he looking forward to spanking her?
“It is always interesting to me to see at which point in the treatment program new patients earn their first real correction. I suspected that being instructed to prepare yourself for your shaving would be that moment for you, and I’m always happy when I guess correctly.”
Without any further discussion, he pulled a straight-backed chair from underneath a desk situated on the other side of the small exam room and sat down on it. Then, taking hold of Kirsten’s wrist, he drew her to his side and then down over his knee in one fluid motion, all before she had the slightest chance to resist or even protest.
In that moment it finally hit home for Kirsten that she was about to be spanked for real, but it wasn’t until his hard palm slapped down upon her bare right cheek that she began to truly understand how much trouble she was in.
Before she could even fully process the sting, her mind was absolutely overwhelmed with panicking regret. This was not like the swats he had given her earlier. That sting was a mere shadow of what she felt now, and this was only one swat. His hand rose and fell a second time and the same infernal sting blossomed across her left cheek.
“Please, doctor, I’m sorry!”
She’d lasted only two spanks before yielding—it was embarrassing. But there was no point in fighting the inevitable. She would be begging and pleading soon enough, she could tell already, so why not get it over with as quickly as possible?
Dr. Harris rested his hand on Kirsten’s bare bottom after those two swats, and she thought he might pause to scold her, but he said nothing. He just let her lie there, her anticipation of what came next building. Perhaps ten or fifteen seconds passed before he raised his hand again and brought it down upon the lower curve of one bottom cheek and then again on the other side.
This time, there was no pause. A fifth spank fell, then a sixth and a seventh and an eighth and on and on. Kirsten wasn’t sure exactly when she started kicking, sobbing, and wailing, but it didn’t matter. The spanking continued long past the point at which she was doing all three at once.
The infernal sting built and built as he peppered her backside from the tops of her cheeks to the upper curves of her thighs, until finally, after a last blistering volley of swats, he stopped.
“I think we understand each other a little better now, young lady,” he intoned, sounding proud of himself as he rested his hand on Kirsten’s scalded ass.