Page 28 of Taught By the Doctor
Evan smiled gently, but briefly to show he was pleased that she remembered to call him professor. He was the stern school teacher a second later. “Good girl,” he said. “Now, take off your panties, fold them neatly, and place them on my desk.”
Zoey’s hesitation was very brief. She bit her bottom lip as she stood, sliding her tiny white panties down her legs, and stepped out of them. Her bottom felt completely bare now even though only about a quarter of it hung out behind her. She folded her panties in half and walked over to Evan’s large mahogany desk and placed the undergarment down right in the middle.
She jumped when she felt Evan’s breath on her ear. She hadn’t heard him come up behind her. “Good, now bend over,” he murmured into her ear.
Zoey did so, bending over the edge of the desk, stretching her arms out, and laying her palms down flat on the cool wooden surface. Her panties were right under her nose. She turned her face to the side just in time to watch Evan pull out a thick wooden ruler from one of the drawers.
“This is going to be the longest and hardest punishment you’ve ever had,” Evan announced as he walked around to stand right next to her. She flinched when she felt the wooden tool tap her bottom. “So I want you to be nice and warmed up in preparation.”
Zoey didn’t respond, but she did gasp when the ruler came down hard in the middle of her right cheek. She didn’t have time to fully process the sting before the ruler came down another half a dozen times in quick succession. This was a warm-up? Zoey barely made it past a dozen before she was squirming over the edge of the desk. She did her best to keep still, keeping her feet planted on the floor, but her hips were swaying back and forth.
Evan kept bringing the ruler down until Zoey’s bottom was a light pink color all over. The ruler was long enough to where he could swat both cheeks at once. Toward the end of the spanking, he switched from alternating the smacks between each cheek to swatting both at once, starting from the top of her bottom all the way to the tops of her thighs. Zoey was whimpering toward the end, her hands clenched into fists in front of her.
Zoey let out a long shuddering breath when Evan finally put the ruler back into the top desk drawer. She was proud of herself for not crying, but she had come close. She bit back a sniffle when Evan helped her to stand up. One of his hands went to her bottom, tracing the darker pink areas with surprisingly gentle fingers. He then spun her back around to face him and brushed the back of his fingers against her cheek.
“How are you doing?” he asked.
Zoey blinked, surprised by the question. “Okay,” she said finally. It was the truth, too. Her bottom was warm and even though it had been painful at the time, the effects of the spanking were already reducing from a sting to a gentle burn.
Evan looked over her bottom one more time before gently turning her back around and pushing on her back so that she was once more bent at the waist over his desk.
Zoey bit her lip, but otherwise didn’t react, knowing deep down that he wasn’t going to give her bottom a break. She hesitantly peeked over her shoulder and regretted it when she watched Evan pull a large wooden paddle out from the wardrobe on the other side of the room.
She felt her legs shake as Evan approached. The paddle was light brown in color, like the color of bamboo. It was thick, a lot thicker than the ruler and double the length, including the handle. Zoey gasped when Evan tapped it against her bottom and she felt her whole bottom ripple against the heavy instrument.
“Ten,” Evan announced in a stern voice, tapping her once more as he spoke. “Then you’re going to sit down at your desk and do some homework for a couple of hours.”
Zoey grit her teeth together, but nodded. “Yes, sir,” she murmured.
Evan rubbed the paddle in circles over Zoey’s already warm flesh before raising it to his shoulder and bringing it down. The sound was a cross between a pop and a smack. Zoey gasped and stomped her foot before letting out a shaky breath. Evan watched with grim satisfaction as her skin became white before turning a dark pink.
The paddle was probably Zoey’s least favorite implement. It didn’t just sting like a lot of small ones like the brush or wooden spoon. The paddle burned as well. She was somehow able to take the first couple of swats with soft gasps. By the fifth, she was whimpering and wiggling from side to side. Evan just waited patiently for her to get back in position before delivering the next swat. Zoey did her best to get back in position quickly. She wanted this punishment to be over.
Zoey was panting and blinking back tears by the end of the paddling. Her bottom was throbbing with heat. She flinched apprehensively when she heard Evan move behind her, not realizing that she had taken the tenth swat already. She relaxed slightly when she heard him walk away from her and open the wardrobe to put the paddle back on the hook behind the door.
When Evan returned to Zoey’s side, he put a gentle hand on her back and rubbed it in slow circles until she relaxed more fully. He set his other hand on her bottom and just kept it flat against her warm flesh.
After a couple of minutes, he gave her two light smacks, one on each cheek. “Okay, young lady. Time to plant your little butt at your desk and do some homework.”
Zoey rose a bit shakily. Evan took her hand and led her to the little wooden desk. He watched as Zoey slowly lowered herself into the seat, wincing when her bottom pressed against the hard surface. She wiggled a bit before sighing when looking down at her notebook and textbooks that Evan had so thoughtfully laid out for her. She looked up and flinched when she realized Evan was staring at her expectantly.
“Something wrong?” he asked sternly.
Zoey shook her head, murmuring a ‘no, sir’ before opening her books and starting her homework.
Even from his spot across the office, at his own desk, Evan could tell Zoey was having a hard time concentrating on her work. She was shifting in her chair a lot due to her burning bottom. He also noticed that her thighs were once again tightly pressed together as she bit down on her bottom lip.
After they had been working independently for a couple of hours, Evan called her to him. He watched as Zoey stood and tentatively made her way over to him, tugging self-consciously at the hem of her super short skirt as she did so.
Zoey felt very much like a naughty schoolgirl as she stood in front of Evan’s desk. It didn’t help that he was wearing his reading glasses and was regarding her sternly over them. “How is your homework going?” he asked her, but not unkindly.
“Okay,” she nearly whispered. The expression on his face clearly indicated that he required a more thorough response so she cleared her throat and started again. “I mean, it’s going alright. I finished outlining a chapter and started working on some homework problems that are due on Tuesday.”
“That’s good,” he told her, his voice gentle. He sighed at her forlorn expression and took his glasses off and set them on his desk so that he could more fully look into her eyes. “You understand why this punishment has to be especially severe, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Zoey said. She swallowed thickly. “Because I skipped class and then tried to hide it from you.”
Evan slammed his hand down on the desk suddenly, making Zoey jump. “Is that all, Zoey?” he demanded.
