This is a fantasy written by myself for fun. It contains spanking, humiliation and fetish; if this bothers you please seek other authors. All characters are 25 years old or older.
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I felt a sharp smack on my right buttock cheek covered by my sleek and sophisticated Ann Taylor dress. I was still looking at my mobile phone as I exited my car. Turning and rubbing my backside cheek I saw this handsome man staring intently at me. "Do you realize you almost caused an accident Young Lady because you were looking at your phone instead of paying attention to the road," I heard him say.
"I was looking for directions and you had no right to spank my bottom," I answered angrily.
"You are lucky I am in a hurry or I would put you over my knee and spank your backside right here, Missy," He said and walked away.
I too was in a hurry for my annual physical paid for by my employer. It is a new doctor, which is why I was confused about where his office is located. I now see the office building and mean to report that man for his ruddiness to me. Dr. Williams is located on the top floor in the far corner, which I see from the lobby directory. I walk into the waiting room and notice it is empty except for me. The receptionist is not there, which is strange.
The office waiting area is large and comfortable. The lights are dimmed and there is soft music playing in the background. The walls are painted a soft pastel, which is very relaxing. I sit in a comfortable lounge chair still feeling the slap on my behind. The lights are low, but each chair has a lamp for reading. I adjust my dress, as I sit so that my long tanned legs are covered. I hear what sounds like wood slapping bare skin.
Maybe a hairbrush?
I have been spanked by my step-Daddy and recognize the sound. I can hear sobbing and the smack of wood on the bare skin. The door leading to the back office is open, so the sound reverberates in the waiting room. I can feel myself squirming in the chair. The sound stops and from the back comes the receptionist. She is walking slowly with her red-faced head down and tears still on her cheeks. Her yellow sun dress is still rucked up above her knees, as she tries to blow her nose and adjust her skirt at the same time.
I watch as she sits painfully at her desk and strangely adjusts her dress so she is sitting on her panty. I can see her raise her dress over her hips from the angle I am sitting. I think that is strange in a public office. At that moment I see the nurse come from the back and say: "Kelly Wilson you are next please follow me."
I rise nervously adjusting my dress and follow the nurse. She is medium height with a nice figure wearing her blondish hair in a bun. She is dressed in a pink short-sleeved tunic-style top, and white translucent slacks. Underneath her slacks I notice she is wearing bright pink underpants. She is walking stiffly, as if she were spanked recently. I notice her backside is rounded, well-formed, and firm. She is about the same age as my Mother, as is the receptionist, which is in her 40's. My Daddy spanks my Mother and me, so I am not surprised other women get spanked.
We reach the office and Kathleen, according to her name plate, knocks gently on the door. After about 30 seconds I hear: "Enter girls." I follow Kathleen into the large office thinking 'the voice sounds familiar.' I glance at the man behind the large mahogany desk reading paper work. 'Oh no, that is the man that threatened to spank my bottom in the parking lot.' I walk with my head down, following Kathleen, to the center of the room. She whispers in my ear to curtsey and leave my dress above my hips.
I think 'is she crazy? No way am I curtseying and lifting my dress,' when I see her lower her slacks to her ankles exposing her bright pink panty. She dips low in a curtsey and stands at attention. Dr. Williams is now staring at me with his bright steel-like blue eyes. His intimidation is fierce causing me to blink furiously and keep my head down. He is giving me the same stare my step-Daddy gives me right before I get spanked. He appears to be in his 30's, but very dominating. My hands slowly move to the hem of my sophisticated business dress and I carefully lift it above my hips exposing my skimpy powder blue silky bikini. I bend deeply curtseying before him, as I hope for the best.
There are no chairs in the office, except for a straight-back chair in the far corner labelled 'spanking chair' in bright pink letters. This does not make me feel any better Nervously, I continue to hold my dress above my hips with my panty exposed to him, I feel like a 6 year old, who is about to be spanked by her Daddy.
I hear him say: "You are the Young Lady with the mobile phone in the parking lot"
"Yes Sir," I say.
My undie is tight both in the front and back forming a camel toe indention in the front. The back of my panty reveal much of my backside cheeks. Kathleen blushes a bright pink matching her panty, which is very tight around her hips. Dr. Williams points to Kathleen and the front of his desk, and she shuffles over to the desk. Her slacks are gathered at her ankles. She bends over the front of the desk leaning on the top with her elbows. She spreads her legs as wide, as her slacks allow, and rests her head on the top of the desk.
Her firm rounded bottom is presented to me and I see inscribed on the seat of her knickers 'Daddy spanked me.' The full cut panty is snuggled into the crack of her bottom revealing her lower cheeks. I can see she has red stripes from her exposed cheeks down to her upper thighs from a punishment strap. "Kathy lower your underwear to below your knees and spread your cheeks nice and wide," Dr. Williams' orders.
I watch in amazement as Kathleen follows his orders immediately. She is now bent over the desk with her firm rounded backside facing me. Her legs are spread, as is her cheeks revealing an anal plug firmly placed in her rosebud. I can see her bum cheeks quiver and twitch along with her well-formed thighs from the coolness of the room and her ignominious position.
"Young lady fetch the thin cane hanging on the wall. It's time to touch up these 44 year olds' buttocks cheeks," He orders. I see the cane and hurry to the wall to get it. The cane is about 30 inches long, and about an inch in diameter. It feels very light and swishy in my hands, as I hand it to the Doctor.
I ask quietly with embarrassment: "Sir may I lower my dress I am embarrassed to be showing you my panty."
"Of course, you may, if you are embarrassed," He says sarcastically. I know it is the wrong thing to ask when I hear him say in a firm no nonsense voice. "Lower your underpants to your ankles along with your tights. Squat and open your mouth with your tongue out," I hear him order. This position will be twice as humiliating. I see him flick the cane in my direction and do as he says with my undies at my ankles and my tights bunched there as well. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out causing me to start drooling. I lean down and squat. My legs spread wide to hold my position causing my dress to rise revealing my bare front. I am now totally humiliated, mortified and embarrassed to be in this position. I wish I had not said anything, as my face is a glowing bright red.
"Stretch out and relax your fanny globes, Missy" I hear him say to Kathleen. She lets go of her cheeks and stretches to reach the far end of the desk. To do so she must stand on her toes and extend her arms revealing her cunnie pouch to me and the Doctor. I can see that her pouch is beginning to get wet from excitement.
"How old are you Missy?" He asks knowing the answer.
"44 Sir," She stammers quietly still squirming.
"Why are you being caned like a naughty teenager, Young Lady?"
"Sir, because I left the drug cabinet unlocked all night," She answered starting to sob.
At this point Doctor lifted the swishy cane and landed a blow across both cheeks causing Kathleen to jump and start to cry from the stinging pain. The next swish follows just below the previous cane mark. Both marks leave an angry red stripe from the cane. Another cane stripe follows below the other two, by this time Kathleen is crying like a 7 year old. Again and again the cane leaves its stripes landing on her sit-spot, then her upper thighs. Dr. Williams then criss-crosses the angry welts with other cane marks. At this point I am determined to do everything he orders without any back talk.
"What do you have to say, Kathy," He asks waiting for an answer.
"Sir I will behave and make sure the drug cabinet is always locked," She says with tears flowing down her cheeks and her nose sniveling.
"Okay Missy park yourself in the shame corner panty at your ankles," He orders and watches as she rises from her embarrassing position and heads for the nearest empty corner. Her slacks and panty is at her ankles and her backside is welted from the cane. Her head is down having been caned by a man 10 years younger than her. She puts her nose firmly to the wall and continues to sob.
I watch from my squatting position as he replaces the cane on the wall. I am thankful he does not intend on using the cane on me. I know I am about to be spanked. He removes the spanking chair from the corner of the office and places it next to where I am squatting.
The chair has no arms and is several inches higher than a normal chair. 'Can he really spank me, and then I think I need this job?' I find out immediately as he sits on the chair and reaches over to where I am squatting and in one strong motion I feel his hand between my legs grasping my clit. He lifts me effortlessly with one hand and plops me over his lap.
In one motion I am dangling over his lap. I am 27 years old but feel like a 7 year old in this shameful position. My head is to his left and because the chair is higher than a normal chair I am looking at the floor, but I can't reach it. To his right are my bare tanned legs with the tights and panty circled at my knees. I try to regain my balance when I feel him reaching under my flirty dress and in between my legs to lift me high over the center of his lap. His finger is situated inside my cunnie pouch.
My backside is now high over his lap in perfect position for a tanning. He raises his palm and lands a blow on my two bubble cheeks. It feels like a lightning bolt has hit my bottom. I cry out loud: "Owwww, you have no right to spank me." That was the wrong thing to say as his huge palm begins to smack my backside from one cheek to the other causing me more pain, than I have felt in a long time. My legs are kicking and my head is flopping up and down from the stinging pain. I can feel the heat generating off my backside. I am now sobbing like a child and telling him I will behave.
"I intend to tell your Father about the mobile phone and car incident," He said.
