Olivia had lost count of how many times Dr. Miloza had spanked her bottom. All she did know was that her cheeks felt like they were on fire.
"Thank you, Dr. Miloza," Dr. Carolia said. "I think we all now have a very good idea of what a proper spanking should look like. Miss Williams," he said, addressing the bound bare young girl, "how is that round rump of yours doing?"
"Please, no more!" Olivia begged.
"Alright, I think we should move on. But just out of curiosity ... Dr. Miloza, is our volunteer still wet?" Dr. Carolia inquired.
Dr. Miloza unceremoniously plunged his first two fingers into Olivia from behind. She yelped in protest. "As wet as ever," Dr. Miloza replied.
"So it's safe to say that our volunteer is enjoying herself?" Dr. Carolia smirked.
Dr. Miloza moved his fingers in and out of Olivia's moist warm crevice. "Enjoying herself?" Dr. Miloza snorted. "I wouldn't be surprised if the little hussy became a permanent volunteer." Olivia cringed as the men in the auditorium all heartily laughed. Why did none of them seem to understand her physical reactions were not a reflection of her emotional state? Who on earth could possibly enjoy this sort of treatment?
"That's very good to hear, Dr. Miloza," Dr. Carolia nodded in approval. "What do you have to show us next?"
"Well, I think it's important to point out that punishment doesn't always have to involve physical pain," said Dr. Miloza. "An extremely effective form of torture, for example, can be tickling."
"What?" Olivia said as she turned her head to look back at the doctor standing behind her.
"That's right," grinned Dr. Miloza. "Tickling is the perfect way to discipline a woman without leaving bruises, red marks or hand prints." He turned to his medical students. "Put her flat on her back and restrain her," he said.
Mr. Kaldoff and Mr. Smurdir unbuckled Olivia's wrists, flipped her over onto her back, and reattached her hands to the top of the table. They then walked around to the bottom of the table. They placed her ankles back into the stirrups and securely strapped them in. They did not bother with the straps that went over her chest or waist. After all, she was not going anywhere.
"Now, as we all know, you can use your fingers. However, if you are going to invest in some punishment equipment, I believe no collection is complete without some sort of implement for tickling." He walked over to the table near the back of the stage and reached into the satchel. He pulled out a long thin rod with a cluster of feathers attached to the end of it.
Olivia was somewhat relieved that he was not going to be hitting her of inflicting pain. But being strapped to a table with no clothes on, about to be ticked in front of a pact male audience, was not exactly Olivia's idea of a good time. As Dr. Miloza approached with his tickling tool, Olivia tried to brace herself for what was to come. It won't be that bad, she thought, trying to comfort herself. It's just tickling.
Dr. Miloza stood in front of her at the foot of the table. He looked her body up and down, seeming to drink her in with his eyes. His gaze lingered on her breasts and then lowered to the place between her legs. Why is he dragging this out, Olivia thought to herself with annoyance. Just get it over with, already!
Dr. Miloza extended the feathered tool to the underside of Olivia's right forearm. Beginning near her wrist, he lightly stroked the feathered end dragging it down to her inner elbow. Olivia flinched and her heart beat a little faster, but she managed to keep her composure. As he moved the tool to the sensitive skin of her upper arm, Olivia had more trouble keeping still. She began to squirm slightly. And when the devilish doctor brought the tickler to her armpit, keeping quiet was no longer an option. Immediately Olivia let out a high pitched cry as she twisted on the exam table. The audience all guffawed as they watched Olivia struggle to get away from the feathers.
"Stop!" Olivia begged. "Please stop!" For some reason, this elicited even more laughter from the audience.
"Alright," Dr. Miloza conceded as he pulled the tickler away. However, before Olivia could breath a sigh of relief, he began the whole process all over again on her left arm.
As the feathers assaulted the skin under her left armpit, Olivia could not even form the words to ask him to stop. "Ah!" she incoherently cried. "Oh!"
"Now, I think most people probably know already that the armpits are a very ticklish area on the human body. That's nothing new. So let's explore other areas of our volunteer's body," said Dr. Miloza as her brought the tickler a little lower and began stroking the undersides of her breasts.
Olivia let out a loud squeak as the feathers circled her nipples. She jerked her shoulders from side to side in a vane attempt to avoid contact. However, this movement had the unfortunate effect of causing her large breasts to shake and jiggle. Mr. Vlangar zoomed in with the camera. All of the men in the lecture theater were treated to the sight of Olivia's giant wobbling boobs. Olivia could hear the men in the crowd tittering at her gyrating jugs. But she could not stop herself.
"Lighter contact is best," Dr. Miloza lectured as he moved the feathered tool to Olivia's inner legs. "Firmer pressure will feel more like a stroke or a caress. But a light touch appears to produce the most desired effect. It seems maximize discomfort for the punishee," he explained as he ran the feathers all over her plump thighs.
Olivia tried desperately to close her legs, but with her ankles strapped into the stirrups, all she could do was twist her legs, flapping her knees inward and outward as she inarticulately squawked. As the deep sound of male laughter filled the lecture hall, Olivia was aware of how undignified she must look, with her legs spastically opening and closing. But there was nothing she could do to stop her flailing movements. Being tickled was definitely worse than being spanked, she decided, as Dr. Miloza brought the tickler to the crease between her left thigh and her pubic mound.
The fiendish physician then moved his tool of torture to her lower abdomen and lightly brushed it across her soft belly. This was too much for Olivia. She raised her hips up off of the table as high as they would go as she let out a shrill squeal. She repeatedly thrust her pelvis up and down as Dr. Miloza relentlessly ticked her tummy. "Ah ... Ah ... Oh!" she wailed and the feathers danced and twirled across the surface of her skin.
Even Dr. Carolia could not keep up his professional demeanor. As he watched the nude American girl pump her hips up and down, he could not help but laugh loudly into his microphone along with all of the other male voices that filled the large room.
After everyone got a good laugh at Olivia's vulgar looking bump and grind, Dr. Miloza suddenly pulled the tickler away from Olivia's abdomen. With the torturous stimulation ceasing, Olivia rested her freshly spanked bottom back down onto the exam table and attempted to catch her breath.
"How are you feeling, Miss Williams?" Dr. Carolia inquired from behind his lectern with a chuckle.
As Olivia panted, her buxom bust heaved up and down. "Enough!" she rasped. "No more!"
Unfortunately for Olivia, Dr. Miloza was not yet finished teaching the class about the art of tickle torture. He brought his feathered implement between Olivia's legs but did not quite touch. Olivia closed her eyes, dreading what he might do.
Olivia's eyes flew open as the soft wisps made contact with her nether region. The downy fine hairs of the feathers tickled Olivia's clitoris and freshly shaved labia. Olivia shrieked as she violently shook her hips from side to side. The male spectators were killing themselves laughing. Dr. Miloza grinned from ear to ear as he swiftly and lightly ran the feathers all over Olivia's privates. Olivia behaved as though she was possessed, arching her entire body. Her incomprehensible babbling made it sound as though she was speaking in tongues.
