Chapter 8 #2
Evan nodded to himself in approval at Zoey’s answer. He was unsurprised by Zoey’s response, but it was good to confirm rather than assume he understood. He didn’t stop spanking her, but he did slow down the swats and lighten them quite a bit as well.
“You understand why that was wrong, right?” he asked, pausing briefly to squeeze her bottom again.
Zoey sniffled, but answered respectfully. “Yes, sir.”
Evan nodded before resuming the spanking, this time right where her thighs met her bottom. “Then tell me how that way of thinking is flawed.”
Zoey cried out again, a sad frustrated sound that made Evan’s heart lurch slightly.
Zoey began her explanation between shaky breaths.
“That way of thinking is flawed because I made an assumption that you wouldn’t have understood how I was feeling.
I also should have communicated with you, no matter how I was feeling. ”
Evan nodded again, but wasn’t planning on showing Zoey much mercy.
He gave her a couple dozen more harsh spanks, before finally stopping and just resting his hand on her hot bottom.
“You’re in for a hard weekend, young lady,” Evan told her.
“Good little schoolgirls usually have fun on the weekends, but since you’ve been a bad girl, you’ll spend it in our little classroom serving detention.
” He lowered his voice then. “So why don’t we call the doctor in so he can make sure your body can handle what awaits you in a few days. ”
Zoey’s mind was spinning. What was happening?
He was going to be her professor this weekend, but he was also going to be her doctor?
She swallowed thickly, wishing she could go back in time and just go to class.
It probably would have been a somewhat easier day since they had just taken a midterm.
Then she would have gone home and Evan would have come home early and they could have had a wonderful evening together.
Evan didn’t give her much time to process his words.
With one last firm swat, he helped her off his lap and wrapped his hand around her upper arm.
Zoey hated it when he did that. It always made her feel like a naughty child.
He only used that method of leading her around when she had been particularly naughty.
He rarely grabbed her that way in public.
The couple of times he was forced to, she had received an especially hard spanking when they went back to the house.
Zoey was unsurprised when she was led to Evan’s office.
It was where the majority of her punishments took place.
She swallowed hard when Evan gripped her a little more firmly and opened the door before ushering her inside.
She resisted slightly, tugging lightly at the hold he had on her, but Evan just pulled her a bit roughly until they were at the dreaded medical bench that sat in the middle of the room.
Evan claimed it was in his office so that he could better examine her when she was sick, but Zoey knew better. He really enjoyed the way feeling the unnecessary sanitary paper under her bare bottom made her squirm like a naughty child .
Evan pushed the door shut with his foot and immediately began to remove her bra and panties.
She blushed at the rough way he was handling her.
He unsnapped and removed her bra and, after spanking her a couple of times to signal her to step out of panties, tossed them both away from them.
He caught sight of her face and his hard expression softened immediately.
“What is it, Zoey?” he asked tenderly. His frown deepened when Zoey shrank away from his touch.
Zoey’s eyes welled with tears as she wrapped her arms around herself. She sniffled. “You’re really mad at me.”
Evan stared down at his tiny naked girlfriend and his heart swelled. She looked so vulnerable the way she was hugging herself. Her large brown doe eyes glistening with unshed tears made his breath hitch.
“Yes,” he admitted. “I am really mad at you.”
Zoey cringed at his words, tears beginning to drip down her cheeks as her worst fear was confirmed.
Evan’s heart broke as he watched Zoey cry.
He cupped her face in his hands, wiping her tears away with the pads of his thumbs.
“You’re such a naughty girl,” he murmured.
Zoey looked up at him in shock at the fondness in his tone.
One of his hands traveled down to cup her bottom.
“You’re so naughty, but I love that side of you. ”
Zoey’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “But—”
“Don’t misunderstand,” he told her firmly, giving her bottom a firm tap. “I am very disappointed in you for the choices you made today, but I also relish the chance that I have to correct your behavior. It’s what I live for. ”
Zoey nodded in understanding, although she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. “So, in a way, you like it when I make mistakes?” She pressed her lips together unhappily.
That earned her a couple of smacks on her already stinging bottom.
“No, young lady,” Evan said, laughing a bit.
He shook his head. “Oh, what am I going to do with you? I don’t like seeing you make mistakes.
The only part I enjoy in it is being able to help you through them.
It makes me feel like you really need me. ”
Zoey blushed. “I do need you.” She reached her hands up so she could wrap her arms around his neck.
Evan chuckled before scooping her up into his arms, cradling her against him.
“I need you too, pretty girl,” he said softly.
He pressed her against him a little more firmly.
“I’m sorry if I frightened you. I was actually shocked that you decided to skip class.
I was frustrated with myself as well for not noticing just how burnt out you were.
Part of me feels like I could have prevented this had I been more observant. ”
Zoey shook her head against him. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” she told him. She ducked her head a bit in shame. “I should have been honest with you and shouldn’t have gone behind your back. I’m sorry.”
Evan kissed the side of her neck, one hand reaching down to squeeze each of her bottom cheeks.
“I forgive you, pretty girl,” he said. He patted the warm mounds he had just been squeezing.
“Now, it’s time for my naughty girl to get up onto this exam table.
” He set her down and gave her a spank to usher her along.
While naked as the day she was born, Zoey bent to move the little footstool against the exam table and climbed up.
She blushed, knowing that while throwing her leg up so she could heave herself onto the table, Evan had a clear view of her most intimate parts.
She winced at the loud crinkling of the sanitary paper as she settled her bare bottom onto it.
Evan stared at her with a heated expression the whole time. Once she was firmly planted, he turned to wash his hands at the little sink against the far wall. Zoey watched him. He was still wearing his work uniform of dark slacks, a navy blue button-up shirt, and a crisp white lab coat.
“So, what seems to be the problem, Ms. Lu?” Evan asked as he approached the exam table.
Zoey sat up a little straighter, knowing Evan expected this of her and spoke clearly, but softly. “I need a thorough physical to ensure my body is ready for a… an event I have coming up this weekend.”
Evan grabbed a clipboard off a nearby side table and glanced over it. “Hmm… what kind of event are you anticipating?” He looked at her and his expression was serious, but his eyes were filled with mischief.
Zoey looked down at the hardwood floor as she answered, “I must serve a full weekend of detention.”
Evan nodded, making a thoughtful sound in the back of his throat. “That kind of event will require a very thorough physical examination,” he said in a low voice. He approached her then and cupped a hand over her left breast, tweaking her hardened nipple.
Zoey gasped. “Evan…”
Evan brought his hand down sharply on her thigh while not letting go of her breast. “That’s Dr. Anderson, young lady,” he told her. “Do not let me catch you making that slip-up again. ”
Zoey groaned. “Yes, Dr. Anderson.”
“Good girl,” Evan murmured. He then proceeded to fondle her breasts, kneading them gently at first and then gradually growing rougher and rougher. He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching the little nubs lightly.
Zoey tried to keep still, but each time Evan grasped her breasts, she felt a flood of warmth flow through her. She let her head fall back, pressing her lips together tightly to keep from moaning.
“Eyes on me, Ms. Lu,” Evan demanded. “I need to properly monitor your responses.”
Zoey tightened her lips even more, but brought her face back down so she was looking into his eyes. Evan nodded in approval before continuing to ‘examine’ her breasts, making thoughtful sounds whenever he tweaked a nipple or squeezed extra firmly and it caused Zoey to gasp.
Zoey already felt like she was on the edge by the time Evan finally dropped his hands.
He scribbled something down onto his clipboard before doing a couple more tests.
He took her blood pressure and heart rate, smirking a little bit when he announced that the latter was slightly elevated.
After looking inside her mouth, eyes, and ears with a tiny flashlight, he ordered her to roll over onto her tummy.
“We’re doing an awful lot of tests,” Zoey pointed out with a nervous giggle, but she obediently began to roll over.
Evan nodded, in full doctor mode. “These exams need to be extremely thorough,” he informed her.