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“We need to do more testing before we worry about a specific treatment protocol, Kirsten, but I’m encouraged by your response to the testing we’ve done so far. Let’s take a brief break and then we’ll begin the next stage of this evaluation.”

He hadn’t been serious about needing a cold shower earlier, but he was serious now.

As Dr. Harris left the room, Kirsten pondered her situation. She was still naked, and still embarrassed and aroused by her nudity, but there was something else now. It had started whenDr. Harris planted that gentle, almost loving kiss on her just-punished clit, and it had increased as he bathed her in the manner of a man caring for a beloved pet.

There was clearly something more than just a treatment session going on here. She couldn’t say exactly what, but it almost felt like he was… attracted to her. More than just attracted to her, in fact. She didn’t even know what to call it.

A crush? Love at first sight?

Whatever was making the sculpted specimen of a doctor’s heart go pitter-patter, she liked it. Perhaps the rest of her appointment today wouldn’t be such an ordeal after all, Kirsten thought.

Her illusions were quickly shattered, however, when Dr. Harris returned.

The moment he walked into the room, his expression seemed blank and clinical, almost to the point of being a caricature of a doctor with an uninterested bedside manner.

“I’ll need you in a new position for the next part of your session,” he said, his tone neutral.

“Yes, doctor…” The quiver in her voice was back.

The conversion from boy-in-love back to strict medical professional sent the butterflies in her tummy fluttering again, and the blush returned to her cheeks as her brain reminded her that she was still completely naked with her nipples, clit, and bottom still sore from his earlier ministrations.

“Climb up on the table, please. On your hands on knees.”

On her hands and knees? This was definitely a new position. It would be hard to top the humiliation of having her legs heldup and spread by the restraining stirrups, but if there was one position that might compete, it would be the one he seemed to have in mind for her now.

Remembering the sting from her earlier spanking and recognizing that Dr. Harris’ obvious attempts to regain his clinical demeanor might well make him more apt to punish her for any hesitation or disobedience, Kirsten climbed up onto the table as instructed.

Dr. Harris followed her to the table and began guiding her into the exact position he preferred, first with gentle touches and then with slightly firmer ones when she hesitated to place herself into an even more exposed version of the position that he clearly had in mind.

When he pushed her knees further apart so they were each almost at the edge of the table, then stepped away, she instinctively snapped them partially shut again. Her earlier suspicions that he would be quicker to punish at the moment were confirmed when a resounding slap landed on a bare bottom cheek, rapidly followed by another equally stinging spank on her other cheek.

“You will maintain your position, young lady, or I’ll need to take you back over my knee.”

Kirsten gasped at the searing sensation that blossomed from the two handprints. The swats had both stung on their own while at the same time reigniting the burn from her earlier spanking.

As her bottom reacted to the pain, two things happened. She spread her legs as the doctor had instructed, almost involuntarily in fact, and her pussy clenched hard. The doctor’sgentleness over the preceding minutes had felt nice, but clearly a part of her had missed his sterner side.

And that part was now once again soaking wet.

As she wondered what the doctor’s next instruction would be, her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of him fitting a tight leather cuff around each ankle and then another just below each knee. As she looked back between her dangling breasts she saw him attach the cuffs to fastening points she hadn’t previously noticed along the sides of the table. Now she wasn’t only spread open, she was unable to close her legs even if she wanted to.

Walking toward the head of the table, still without speaking, the doctor placed a smaller leather cuff around her left wrist and elbow before doing the same to her right. Like the leg cuffs, these were attached tightly to fastening points on either side of the table.

Kirsten was now helplessly bound with her back arched, her legs spread, and her bare backside, pussy, and bottom hole on very shameful display at the highest point of her body.

Gently resting his hand on the small of her back, Dr. Harris spoke at last. “We’ve assessed the sensitivity of your nipples and your pussy with special focus on your little clit. But there is one very important spot left which we have not yet assessed, aside from the earlier temperature taking.”

Those words confirmed Kirsten’s worst fears. Her bottom hole was next.

In fact, as she looked back between her legs, his gaze already seemed intently focused on the tight little pucker that she knew was clearly visible between her naturally parted cheeks.

The doctor apparently did not agree that she was sufficiently exposed, however, and the hand that had been resting on the small of her back now moved lower to grip her left bottom cheek, which he pulled further away from the right. Still apparently unsatisfied by the level of her exposure, he gripped her right bottom cheek with his right hand to spread her even further open.

Seconds passed, perhaps nearly a minute, as the doctor kept his eyes on the spot where his gaze shamed her the most, before at last he released her cheeks.

Her respite was short lived, and soon Kirsten felt the same feather-like touch she’d felt earlier on her pussy begin at her tailbone and slowly brush down the cleft of her bottom, teasing her anus along the way. When his fingertip reached her slit, it reversed course, once again brushing over her back entrance as it passed. This teasing stroke of the doctor’s fingertip was repeated once, then twice, then three times until, with one more partial downstroke, Dr. Harris paused with his fingertip resting lightly upon the very center of her little pucker.

Feeling she could stand the humiliation no longer, in a mostly subconscious reaction Kirsten tried to clench her bottom cheeks in the hopes of preventing a repeat visit from his finger.

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