I opened the file on my patient, Ms. Constance Hightower. Although she was in her 40's, the dark haired beauty had never had a relationship that had lasted. She never knew what it was like to share herself with anyone other than her grandfather and her business. She was one fucked up little girl I had decided. Being as that would not be an acceptable diagnosis that the American Psychiatric Association would approve of, I did my best to make the wording a little milder. I scribbled on her chart:
Progress Report: Constance Hightower
Prognosis: Undetermined.
Treatment: Physical examination to date.
Psychological profile: Pending.
Progress: None at this time. Subject seems to be physically healthy. Mental state appears to be somewhat unstable. Have treated her with a mild dose of thorazine. Subject was in varying states of consciousness due to the medication when left with my intern, Dr. Bruno. Still under treatment.
Dr. Rhymer
There it was in black and white. It seemed like forever before my Dr. Bruno informed me that the patient was ready for the next phase of her treatment. But, like they say "good things come to those who wait", it was soon time for me to return to the task at hand.
My adrenaline was running high as I walked into the room and looked down at the prone, semiconscious Ms. Constance Hightower. As I had instructed she was bent forward, face down. Her feet and arms were bound by leather straps, which allowed her limited movement. The upper torso of her 6', 200 lb. frame was in an almost horizontal position, head elevated slightly higher than her hips to keep the blood from rushing to her beautiful head. And, even though her legs were vertical and touching the floor, they were spread wide for my viewing pleasure. The padded bench that she was strapped to allowed her head to move from side to side with a measure of comfort. Her large, heavy, mature breasts were swaying seductively as they dangled through the openings in the bench. "That Bruno is quite the creative person, don't you think Constance?" I asked, knowing that she couldn't answer. I admired the contraption that he had custom designed to specifically fit her large frame.
I walked behind her and moved my finger across the smooth flesh of her lovely pussy lips. A soft groan came from inside her, more of a reflex action than a conscious one. I drew my arm back and gave her ass cheeks a firm slap with the palm of my hand. Startled from her drug-induced slumber, I chuckled to myself as her firm buns tightened with her body's reflex action. Her words were muffled by the ball-gag that had been pressed into her mouth. I could only imagine what manner of unkind words she was throwing my direction. Fear and anger were present in her eyes as she struggled to free herself.
"It will do no good to fight Constance," I instructed her. "The only thing that will work is your complete obedience!"
Like a caged tigress, she pulled at her restraints until the leather straps that bound her arms to the front legs of the bench bit into her delicate wrists. "Such a stubborn little girl!" I walked to the head of my patient and took hold of the back of her hair and pulled her head up. Staring deeply into her steel blue eyes, I got close and talked to her in my most soothing voice. "Very well little lady. If that's the way you want it, we will wait." Instead of soothing her, her fear and anger seemed to turn to hatred for me. I gently laid her head back on the padded bench and began to search the room. "There it is," I said as eyes moved across the room to the wall behind her. "That assistant of mine thinks of everything!" As always, Bruno had everything prepared just like I had instructed him. Hanging on the wall was a small leather riding crop that I had picked up somewhere over the years. I removed it from its hanger and walked behind my patient. Slapping the leather against my hand, I could see her flinch each time she heard it snap against my palm. "I guess I'll have to entertain myself while I wait." The muscles in the beautiful ass tightened as I lay the leather crop against her skin. "Now, first off, let me tell you not to be frightened." I looked into her blue eyes and noticed more anger than fear.
"Mmmmmmfffffffffffff.........," was all I could hear coming from her.
"My, my, my! Such an ugly attitude from such a sweet girl," I said as I pulled the leather crop back and tapped her round butt cheeks. She jerked hard, not expecting to feel the sting. "We MUST work on that attitude!" I said firmly.
"Mmmmmmmffffffffff........," she groaned, almost defiantly. I could tell this was going to be a hard nut to crack.
"Seems that we have a situation here Constance," I said as I moved around to her side dragging the leather across her back. "I think that unless we open the lines of communication that our work is going to be much more difficult." Tears were beginning to form in her eyes as I talked to her. "And," I paused, "I really would like to communicate, wouldn't you?" Constance nodded as best she could. "Good! Good!" I exclaimed, trying to reinforce her cooperation, much like a parent would a child. "Now, the only way we can communicate is if I take your gag out. Don't you agree?"
Her eyes brightened somewhat and the tears became less visible as she did her best to nod her head. I smiled at her and moved the leather whip down her side and removed it from her delicate skin. "But first you've got to promise not to be verbally abusive when I do."
Nodding as hard as her restraints would allow her, she tried to talk against the gag. I touched her large nipple with my leather implement and she trembled slightly. "Is it agreed that we will behave girl?" I asked her. Once again she nodded and I laid the whip across her back and untied the ball gag. Her breath was loud in the silence of the room as it fell to the floor.
"Please let me out of this thing doctor," she said, more an order than a request.
"I'll let you go when I am done with your treatment Constance," I told her.
"Let me go now doctor," she pleaded a little more sugar in her voice this time. "I've changed my mind. I don't want your treatment any longer."
"You're not being very cooperative," I said, moving my hand gently across her ass flesh. "You're not cooperating at all!" Constance tried to struggle against her restraints. I watched her muscles tense and flex, tense and flex as she fought. "Now settle down girl. You're going to wear yourself out," I told her as I raised my hand and brought it down across her right butt cheek.
"OWWWWW! FUCK!!" she yelped as the palm of my hand crashed against her. "YOU SADISTIC FUCKER!" she yelled.
"Such ugly words from such a pretty mouth. I guess you're going to have to work on that Constance." My hand gently caressed her now pink flesh. "Remember what your mother used to do to you when you were a little girl and you talked ugly?" I asked.
"Oh no!" Tears were once again moving down her cheeks.
"Oh yes Constance! What is it that your mother would do to you girl?" I asked.
"Oh god!" she moaned. "No please!"
"Please what?" I asked as I pulled my hand back and smacked her hard on her firm cheeks.
"Please don't spank me Sir!" she begged.
"I think you mean 'please spank me sir' don't you?"
"No!"
I laughed a wicked laugh as I pulled my hand back and brought it down once, twice and finally a third time, alternating cheeks with every slap of my hand. Each time I hit her, it was a little harder than the last. She flinched in pain and possibly a little pleasure as the flesh on the palm of my hand landed on her red buttocks. "Oh yes Constance. You know you've been a naughty girl and naughty girls get punished. Now beg me to punish you Constance!" I commanded.
"NO! NEVER!" came her reply.
