Page 32 of Taught By the Doctor
“This is the last time you are going to lie to me,” Evan scolded mercilessly as he whipped the cane in the very center of her bottom.
Zoey cried out, the tears finally overflowing as she struggled to write the next line. “Yes, sir! I’m sorry, sir!”
“And you are going to every single class, unless you have a very good reason not to,” he went on, landing yet another harsh line of fire just below the previous one. “If you ever lie or cut class again, we are doubling this whole punishment. Understood?”
Zoey just cried and nodded, no longer able to give a coherent response. Evan accepted the nonverbal answer and quietly delivered the rest of the caning.
By the tenth one, Zoey was panting heavily and tears were dripping onto the wooden stool below her. He dropped the cane while he took the chalk from her before taking her intohis arms, worried by how much she was shaking. He eyed her bottom as he cradled her small body against his. There were ten red puffy lines, starting from the top of her bottom all the way down to her upper thighs. The rest of her bottom was still pink from her earlier spankings as well. He couldn’t help but appreciate the view. It really was a work of art.
“Please!” Zoey screeched. “I really gotta go!”
Evan patted her bottom before letting her go, watching her bright red cheeks waddle off and out of the office to the bathroom down the hall.
He was straightening up the office when she returned. Her face was pink with shame and her eyes large and watery. Evan smiled softly at her and crossed the room so he could take her into his arms again.
Evan kissed the top of her hair, inhaling her sweet scent. He pulled away and stared down at her in concern when she started to really cry, sobs racking at her little body. Evan picked her up bodily, murmuring sweetly to her as he brought her over to the leather couch in the little library section of the office. After sitting, he cuddled her close on his lap, kissing the tears off her face.
“It’s okay now,” he crooned, rocking her back and forth. “You’re okay. You’re forgiven now. Your punishment is over.”
That made Zoey pause. She hiccupped, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hands. “But… tomorrow…”
“Shh,” Evan hushed her soothingly. One hand was cupping her hot well-punished rear while the other pushed some long brown hair away from her face. “You heard what I said, pretty girl. Your punishment is over.”
A huge part of Zoey was relieved and she visibly relaxed, but another tiny part of her still felt guilty. “But I deserve to be punished all weekend,” she protested, although her bottom was arguing otherwise.
Evan looked into her eyes and gripped one freshly caned bottom cheek. He grinned a tiny bit when she winced. “You’ve been punished enough,” he said in a voice that warned her not to argue.
Zoey looked down and realized that she did feel better, like she had truly paid for what she had done. She looked up at Evan with a shy smile and then pouted a moment later.
“That really hurt, though,” she muttered, reaching back to gingerly stroke one of the welts the cane left behind.
Evan raised an eyebrow, pushing her hand away and giving the welt a light swat. “Is that a wise thing to say after I’ve cut your original punishment in half?” he asked. “Shall I go ahead and add a bedtime plug to curb that attitude?”
Zoey quickly and wisely shook her head. “No, sir. Sorry. Thank you for letting me off easy.”
Evan tapped her nose fondly. “I wouldn’t say I let you off lightly,” he admitted, patting her welted bottom again; his suspicions were confirmed when Zoey flinched against the pain once more. He then scooped her up into his arms. “Come on. I’m prescribing a nap before dinner.”
Zoey was going to argue, but her eyelids drooped as her naked body was pressed against Evan’s strong and warm chest. She let out a contented sigh when Evan set her down on their king-sized bed and after stripping down to his boxers, crawled in beside her.
“I’m really not tired, Evan,” Zoey protested when they were both in their pajamas and standing in their bedroom later that night.
Zoey looked at him from beneath her thick eyelashes. He looked painfully handsome dressed in nothing but a pair of flannel pajama pants.
Since her punishment was deemed over, Evan had been treating her like she was made of glass. After feeding her a light, but delicious dinner of tomato basil soup and grilled cheese sandwiches, he decided that she needed a nice warm bath to wind down. To her disappointment, he refused to get into the large tub with her, explaining that he wanted to wash her instead. Although she much preferred him being in the bath with her, she had shivered in delight when he scrubbed her gently with a loofa, being extra careful when he got to her behind, which was still showing marks from earlier in the day.
“You’re exhausted, Zoey,” Evan said, matching her tone. “You almost fell asleep while I was bathing you. I know it’s early, but you are going to bed and that’s final.”
To prove he wasn’t joking, he smacked her bottom, not at all hard, mindful of its sensitive state, but hard enough to make a popping sound.
Zoey pouted, her eyes wide and hazy. Her bottom still ached and she was tired, but she was also filled with a burning need that she couldn’t ignore. Slowly, she reached up and touched Evan’s bare chest, stroking the skin with her fingers.
Evan grit his teeth together, eyes dark. “Zoey, not tonight,” he said. “You need rest. You’ve had a rough day. We have all daytomorrow, remember?” He gave her a chaste kiss before turning her toward the bed with a mild swat to her bottom.
“I’m fine,” Zoey protested, but climbed up onto the bed, seemingly obedient. Moving quickly but sensually before Evan could turn to shut off the lights, she lay on her back and started to lift the hem of her short pink nightie.
It was more than Evan could handle. “Fine,” he growled, advancing toward her. “You’re asking for it, young lady.” He then jumped on top of her and pulled her up, throwing her over his lap.
Zoey gasped but she was grinning. She mewled when Evan roughly pulled up her night dress until it was practically around her shoulders. Then he began to spank her, slightly harder than playful, making her ooh and aah since her bottom was still extremely tender.
