[My sincere thanks to estragon for proof-reading and copyediting this story. -Tricia]
Session III: Group Session
The weekend was one of the best I had had in a while. Dr. Gupta's prescription to help my sleep was working like a charm. It was a little difficult to get the privacy to masturbate, but I was managing. It was one thing to worry about my husband, Bob, who fell asleep like clockwork, snoring by 10:15. But my teenagers were at the age where they were staying up later than I did. If I went into my bathroom it was okay; but I knew I needed to be quiet.
There was something freeing about masturbating by prescription: no more guilt. I could do it, and enjoy it, and sleep like a baby afterward. And I hadn't had as many orgasms in ages.
I also found myself standing straighter and eating somewhat less. Certainly I drank less. I don't think that was the vibrator though. That was the spankings. I started to make a list over the course of the time of things that I needed expiation from. And I knew that the spankings would release me.
Getting the time off from work was a little harder than it had been last Friday. But I rearranged my schedule and got to Dr. Gupta's waiting room, slightly out of breath, just before two. Just as I sat down to catch my breath, the doctor opened the door to the inner sanctum and said, "Megan, Saguna, Pamela, good you're all here. Please, come on in."
We were all similar ages, somewhere in our late thirties or early forties, and all had the harried look of suburban mothers/wives/worker bees. Megan was probably the one of us in the best shape, a tall skinny woman with a tight bun of dirty blonde hair. She wore tiny rimless glasses and a business suit of grey cloth and a royal blue silk blouse. I guessed that she might have been a banker.
Saguna was obviously Indian like Dr. Gupta. I had noticed over the years that a lot of her clientele were also Indian. That made sense. Anyway, Saguna must have been a nurse or dental hygienist. She wore the sort of pink loose-fitting uniform that someone in that business might wear. She was "plus sized" like me. I assumed that like me she'd put the weight on with the kids and never managed to get it off. Her hair was long, thick, and dark and she wore it pulled back and tied with a red ribbon at her neck.
Me, well, I was wearing jeans that day. I had a busy morning moving some new systems and I was in my grubbies. I felt a little bad about that and a little ripe, but it couldn't be helped. That was my job some days. The worst was when I got dressed up to work in the administrative offices and wound up crawling around in the wiring.
"Stand in a line, ladies," Dr. Gupta instructed us when we entered her office and she closed the door. The three of us looked nervously at each other and at the doctor. I had maybe seen Saguna in the waiting room once, but Megan was not someone I'd ever run into. We were really all strangers to each other. Dr. Gupta took her seat in front of us. She was wearing a traditional sari, which she did now and again on no particular schedule that I could discern. Usually she wore "regular western" clothing.
"Megan, Pamela and Saguna, listen to me. You've all started this new therapy with me in the last week and the first couple of sessions have seemed promising to me. You were each encouraged last session. Is that still the case, Megan?"
"Yes, Dr. Gupta, it is."
"What about you, Pamela?"
"It's working great. I don't understand why, but..."
"It's best if we don't worry about why just yet. Saguna?"
"It's helped a lot, Dr. Gupta."
"Good. Now for the next step, which is to help you reduce your inhibitions even more. I will spank each of you, in turn, while the others watch. And I want you all to make sure you watch. If I catch you looking away or closing your eyes, you'll have extra spankings. Do you all understand?"
We all nodded.
"Pamela, you're first. Step forward." I moved to a space between Dr. Gupta and the other women, fully aware of their eyes on me.
"Pamela, listen to me," the doctor said, "take off your shoes, then your pants and come here for your spanking."
I was glad I wasn't facing Megan and Saguna; I could almost ignore their presence. I slipped off my shoes then unbuttoned my jeans, slid them down off my legs and stepped out of them. I was wearing pink cotton bikini panties that were probably mostly obscured by my shirt tails. I went to Dr. Gupta's side; she reached up and pulled my panties down and I bent over her knees. She pushed my bikinis down further and off my ankles.
I know I was blushing with being half-naked in front of these strangers, and the shame sharper because she'd positioned herself sideways to the other women. Naked and over her knee, my ass and sex were exposed to the others. The feeling of indignity disappeared though as soon as she started spanking me. I was transported into a totally different space. My worries vanished and my thoughts hyper-focused down to just the pain in my ass. She spanked me with her bare hand for only a couple of slaps, and then switched to the ruler.
I knew my thighs were drifting apart. I knew I should stop it, but I didn't. I told myself I couldn't. I don't really know if I could or not. But Dr. Gupta didn't let me get away with it. "Do you think these women want to see your nasty cunny, Pamela?" she said before her ruler hit home right there between my legs.
I managed to keep them sort of closed for a few more moments, but they must have drifted apart because suddenly the doctor stopped and said, "I think you do want them to see your cunny, Pamela. Okay, spread your legs." I moved them apart a little more than they were. "Oh no. All the way, Pamela. Spread your slutty legs wide for Megan and Saguna." She pushed one leg, then the other to open me. I was totally exposed to these women I'd never met before. The next five blows landed right on my sex. Then she went back to my ass. I never was good at counting, so I don't know how many times she hit me. I was shuddering with pleasure when she stopped. I was surprised that I didn't shed a single tear. That was strange.
"Okay, Pamela. You're done. You were a good girl. Now get up and get back in line." I stood up and made a move to reach my panties on the floor, but the doctor simply waved me toward the other two and I left them where they were.
"Step forward Saguna," Dr. Gupta said. The Indian woman stood forward. "Saguna," the doctor continued, "listen to me. Strip down to your panties and come stand in front of me." I wasn't sure why she was being asked to take off more clothes than I. I was happy to have my shirt still on, the more so as I watched the plump woman in front of me shed her top and bra, her pants and her shoes. She stepped in front of the doctor wearing large white cotton panties.
Her skin was the color of coffee with cream, her breasts were heavy and sagged more than mine did. But I was glad I still had my top on and the comparison was only mine to make. I was surprised when Dr. Gupta's ruler snaked out and quickly slapped one of Saguna's breasts and then the other. Saguna's hands immediately reached up and covered her breasts with her hands. "Move your hands, Saguna." She complied, her hands returning to her side. The doctor's ruler flashed out again and smacked the nearly nude woman's breasts four or five more times each. I was fascinated to see her nipples getting hard during the abuse.
"Turn to your side, Saguna," the doctor said. "No the other way, face away from the others. Bend over and put your hands on your knees." The position exposed the crotch of Saguna's panties to us and I was surprised to see how wet the cotton was. Dr. Gupta stood up and stood between us as she pushed down Saguana's panties. Then she stood on the side and began to whale on the woman's bottom with her ruler.
Saguna was crying. Actually she was crying and whimpering and I think she was asking the doctor to stop, but there was no respite. The blows landed repeatedly and mercilessly for I don't know how long. It was embarrassing to watch. And stimulating at the same time. I felt every blow. I wondered why I was folded over the doctor's knees while Saguna was told to stand. I secretly wished for the doctor to strike Saguna between her legs like she did me. But then I remembered the swats to Saguna's breasts and shuddered in thankfulness. I realized that I was soaking wet between my thighs.
