Page 19 of Doctor Stuff

Then his hand comes down hard on my upturned ass and I squeal in surprise before managing to stop myself.

“That’s another five.”

My butt cheek is stinging painfully where he spanked me, but I nod my head in understanding, clenching my jaw to keep from making noise as his hand comes down again on my other cheek.

He’s not giving me easy swats either.

This spanking hurts.

His hand is like a wooden plank, coming down on my ass again and again, peppering it with sharp, crisp swats that are far noisier than I am. Not only that, but the stinging, throbbing pain builds every time his hand comes down, especially after he runs out of open real estate and his hand begins to impact against already spanked skin.

I can’t help but make some noise as he sets my ass on fire with the punishment, his hand coming down again and again. I’m whimpering, sniffling, my eyes filling up with tears that eventually spill over and begin to fall to the floor. As much as I try, I know I’m getting louder, my crying harder and harder to contain as my butt is thoroughly roasted.

He stops, his hand resting on my bottom.

Oh thank god, it’s over.

“I suppose if you cannot contain yourself, I will have to help you,” he says coolly. I can feel him shifting beneath me, like he’s getting something out of his pocket. “Since you did not wear any underwear this week, we will use the ones you left here last week. Open up.”

Dr. John taps the fabric against my cheek, and my mouth pops open.

He shoves my panties inside.

Are they dirty? Are they clean? I have no idea.

Clean, I think, as no lingering flavor clings to my tongue. I bite down on them, the fabric slightly muffling my cry as he begins to spank me again.

If anything, the brief break made things even worse. He lights up my ass, and I’m actually grateful to the underwear in my mouth helping me stay quiet. My legs start to kick and I feel his thigh underneath me shift, and then his calf is over my legs, pinning them in place.

I can’t help it anymore, I reach back to try and cover my burning bottom. He easily catches my wrists and pins them in the small of my back, leaving me helpless over his lap as his hand comes down again and again. Unable to move other than to squirm, my panties soaking in my mouth, my ass on fire… and I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

I can feel my pussy clenching every time his hand comes down, my clit throbbing in time with the heat in my ass. My tears are falling to the floor, my jaw aching from trying to hold back my shrieks. When he finally stops again, I heave in my breath, letting my body go limp across his lap.

“Time for the last five.”

Oh god… I can’t possibly take anymore…

“Keep your legs spread, Traci, or I’ll add on more.”

My leg muscles immediately tense, locking into place.

His hand comes down on my pussy.

Hard.

I almost scream, but I lock my jaw up just in time and my panties muffle the rest of the noise.

Again his hand smacks against my wet pussy, making me squeal and try to writhe on his lap. The painful throbbing is sending lightning through my body.

His hand comes down again, right on my center.

Again.

And again… and when I cry out this time, it’s because my insides are now clenching and spasming as shocked waves of ecstasy assault my senses. It hurts so much that I’m coming.

I hear Dr. John chuckle and then he spanks my pussy again and again, sending me on a series of paroxysms that leave me breathless and pulsing.

“You are a very naughty girl, Traci,” he says, but this time he doesn’t sound so disapproving. “Very well, on your knees. Keep your hands behind your back.”