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The doctor’s next words returned Kirsten’s thoughts to the reality of the moment.

“We’ll need you properly shaved in order to observe your body’s reactions more closely.”

Shaved? Down there?

She had waxed before, and even shaved sometimes in the past, so the idea of being bare down there was not shocking in and of itself, but two things made this situation very different.

First, she wouldn’t be baring herself for a boyfriend’s enjoyment, but for a medical professional’s inspection. Second and more importantly, while he hadn’t said it explicitly, she was fairly confident he had no intention of giving her a razor and some shaving cream and sending her off into another room. If she was really, really lucky, she guessed he might make her shave while he watched, but she doubted she was that lucky.

She strongly suspected that in a few moments she would be lying on her back on the exam table with her legs spread as he rubbedshaving cream over her fully exposed pussy so that he could shave her bare himself.

After a pause, which she assumed was to allow what he had just said to sink in, Dr. Harris spoke again and confirmed her darkest suspicions. “Lie on your back on the exam table, please.”

Then, without warning, the shame of it all suddenly overwhelmed Kirsten and her mind rebelled against the idea of any further humiliation to the point that she couldn’t contain herself.

“There is no need to shave me, doctor, this is ridiculous. I’m not going to sit here while you humiliate me for no reason.”

That had come out far more defiant than she’d intended, but she couldn’t take it back now.

Kirsten expected the doctor to respond with anger or at least displeasure, but if anything, it seemed there was delight in his eyes for a split second before he regained his demeanor.

Was he looking forward to spanking her?

“It is always interesting to me to see at which point in the treatment program new patients earn their first real correction. I suspected that being instructed to prepare yourself for your shaving would be that moment for you, and I’m always happy when I guess correctly.”

Without any further discussion, he pulled a straight-backed chair from underneath a desk situated on the other side of the small exam room and sat down on it. Then, taking hold of Kirsten’s wrist, he drew her to his side and then down over his knee in one fluid motion, all before she had the slightest chance to resist or even protest.

In that moment it finally hit home for Kirsten that she was about to be spanked for real, but it wasn’t until his hard palm slapped down upon her bare right cheek that she began to truly understand how much trouble she was in.

Before she could even fully process the sting, her mind was absolutely overwhelmed with panicking regret. This was not like the swats he had given her earlier. That sting was a mere shadow of what she felt now, and this was only one swat. His hand rose and fell a second time and the same infernal sting blossomed across her left cheek.

“Please, doctor, I’m sorry!”

She’d lasted only two spanks before yielding—it was embarrassing. But there was no point in fighting the inevitable. She would be begging and pleading soon enough, she could tell already, so why not get it over with as quickly as possible?

Dr. Harris rested his hand on Kirsten’s bare bottom after those two swats, and she thought he might pause to scold her, but he said nothing. He just let her lie there, her anticipation of what came next building. Perhaps ten or fifteen seconds passed before he raised his hand again and brought it down upon the lower curve of one bottom cheek and then again on the other side.

This time, there was no pause. A fifth spank fell, then a sixth and a seventh and an eighth and on and on. Kirsten wasn’t sure exactly when she started kicking, sobbing, and wailing, but it didn’t matter. The spanking continued long past the point at which she was doing all three at once.

The infernal sting built and built as he peppered her backside from the tops of her cheeks to the upper curves of her thighs, until finally, after a last blistering volley of swats, he stopped.

“I think we understand each other a little better now, young lady,” he intoned, sounding proud of himself as he rested his hand on Kirsten’s scalded ass.

CHAPTER 3

As he looked down at her crimson bottom, Dr. Harris knew he’d given Kirsten exactly the correction she needed, and she’d responded to it exactly as he’d hoped. Now he could continue her treatment with the knowledge that, for a while at least, the lingering sting in her punished backside would leave her compliant, even if only reluctantly so.

After giving her time to compose herself, he helped his patient gently to her feet and then instructed her to lie on her back on the exam table. Kirsten quickly obeyed despite the flush in her cheeks that indicated she had not forgotten what was coming next.

Lifting into place the table’s exam stirrups, he ordered her to place one foot into each. This instruction was followed more hesitantly than the order to lie back on the table, but nonetheless it was followed, leaving Kirsten’s pink, lightly haired pussy fully on display for him.

These were not ordinary gynecological stirrups, however, as Kirsten no doubt realized moments later when a leather strap was buckled around each ankle. A second strap was then securedjust below each knee, making it impossible for her to either lower her legs or close them.

“What… what are you doing, doctor?” she asked nervously, after having taken a moment to process what had just happened.

“I find that this portion of the treatment is often easier when the patient is restrained so as to be unable to interfere with it.”

Kirsten made no reply to this, seeming unsure what reply would be appropriate.

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