Page 23 of Taught By the Doctor
“Ow! Yes, sir!” Zoey responded with difficulty due to the number of smacks landing on her poor rear. She was aware that Evan wasn’t spanking her extremely hard, but he must have spanked her near one hundred times. Her bottom was bordering on burning already.
“Good,” he said. “Then we are going to do a little exercise to improve your communication skills.” He ramped up theswats then, moving down to her sit spots and spanking her slightly harder and faster.
“Owwie, what are you doing?” Zoey asked in dismay.
“While I’m spanking you, I want you to explain exactly what you were thinking when you skipped class.”
“What?” was all Zoey could say as the smacks continued to rain down. She could barely process what he was saying to her and he wanted her to try to form coherent sentences?
“Why did you cut class?” he asked, pausing just long enough for his words to reach her before starting up again.
Zoey whined indignantly. “Because I was stressed!”
Evan swatted her thighs about half a dozen times. “Not good enough,” he informed her. “Tell me exactly what you were thinking.”
“Evan, please!” Zoey cried, tears beginning to form in her eyes. “I was tired!”
Evan didn’t say anything, just continued the quick, harsh swats. Zoey’s bottom was a dark pink now, the cheeks bouncing up and down with each smack. Evan alternated quickly between each warm mound. He could tell she was starting to reach her breaking point; her struggles were weakening and he could feel her body start to shake as she began to cry. Still, he pressed on, upset at her for deceiving him and then trying to lie about it. He knew he needed to be firm with her. Her actions were inexcusable.
Finally, Zoey was able to form more than a four-word sentence. She took in a shaky breath and began to speak quickly, but somehow clearly despite the swats still falling on her hot buns. “I’m sorry! I was already tired when I got toschool today because of the midterm, but I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to sound like a baby that couldn’t handle it. My friends came out of the classroom and I just found out that I got an A on the midterm and then they asked me to skip with them since I did well. I just felt like I deserved a break, and I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t think you would approve!”
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 voicethen. “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.”
