Page 2 of Taught By the Doctor
Zoey hesitated. If she said no, he could ramp up the spanking, but if she said yes, then he also might decide she needed more severe treatment. Either way, she decided she was doomed. “I think so,” she muttered.
As she predicted, Evan started spanking her again, slightly harder than he had been moments earlier. He pulled the waistband of her pajamas a bit more, causing the material to press slightly into her crack. Zoey’s face burned along with her bottom. She shifted over the doctor’s lap.
Evan grinned as he felt Zoey relax a bit. He knew that he wasn’t hurting her and he was going to keep it that way during this particular spanking. He moved the spanks to the meatiest part of Zoey’s bottom, knowing that it wouldn’t hurt as much with the extra padding.
The spanking went on for another couple of minutes, but they were a couple of minutes of straight swats. They were quick and deliberate, and Evan made sure to pause just a bit between each one so that Zoey would feel them individually.
Zoey squirmed as the warmth spread over her bottom. The spanks were just starting to hurt. “Evan, please. That’s enough,” she said, growing nervous. This was starting to feel like the beginning of a punishment.
Evan wrapped his free arm around Zoey’s waist as he continued the spanking. He moved the swats to the lower portion of her butt, a bit harder than he had been. “Almost done,” he said in his gentle doctor voice. “You’re way too tense, young lady. I’m going to make sure you sleep soundly tonight.”
Zoey twisted around in vain. “How am I going to sleep with a hot butt?” she demanded.
Evan chuckled. “You always fall asleep right away after you’ve been soundly spanked,” he pointed out.
Zoey couldn’t deny it. She’d only been given a handful of bedtime spankings and they had all tired her out enough to where she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. That didn’t mean she had to enjoy the intense heat in her bottom however. She squirmed a bit more before finally relaxing, completely exhausted, her limbs hanging limply over Evan’s legs.
Evan grinned with satisfaction when he felt the tension leave Zoey’s small body. He gave her a dozen more swats before rubbing his large hand over her warm butt. Even through her pajama pants, he could feel the warmth.
“Alright, I think you’re ready for bed,” Evan said, scooping Zoey up in his arms and walking out of the room.
Zoey normally would protest being carried like a child, but Evan’s strong arms felt nice wrapped around her. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and inhaled his manly scent as he carried her to their bedroom.
“Zoey, I know the thought of going back to school has been stressful for you,” he murmured as they entered the room. He expertly flipped the light on with his elbow before making his way to the bed and setting Zoey on top of it.
Zoey nodded, rubbing her eyes tiredly. “It has been stressful,” she agreed. She stifled a yawn. “I just want to do well. I’ve always gotten good grades in school, but studying and test-taking have always been difficult and really stressful.”
Evan nodded gravely. “That settles it, then,” he said in a stern voice. He knelt by the bed so that they were eye to eye. “Aslong as you have classes, you’re not allowed to worry about anything else.”
Zoey’s eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
Evan set his large hands on her shoulders. “I mean that I’m going to do my best to make sure you don’t stress about anything other than school. You’ve already quit working, but I don’t want to hear any talk about going back to work.”
Zoey clenched her teeth, but nodded reluctantly. She doubted that she’d have time to even think about going to work anyway.
Evan wasn’t done. His eyes hardened as he continued. “I’ll also take on more housework so that you can focus on studying.”
Zoey’s eyes widened. “But you’re a full-time doctor,” she argued in dismay. She shook her head. “You can’t do more housework. You already take out the trash and mow the lawn. If you’re not going to let me pay rent, I’ll do most of the housework.”
Evan was prepared for Zoey to argue. He didn’t say anything at first, just calmly moved to sit on the bed with her before grabbing her and throwing her across his lap. In one swift motion, he pulled down her pajama pants, her thin pale blue panties going along with them.
“These changes are non-negotiable,” Evan said in a low voice. He rested his large hand on her naked bottom cheeks, enjoying the way Zoey clenched at the contact. “Now, we’re going to finish this conversation with you in this position. It’s up to you whether or not this pretty bottom turns red or not.”
Zoey’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t argue.
Evan rubbed Zoey’s bottom as he spoke. “We’ll figure out how to break up the chores,” he said gently. His tone hardened as he went on. “But you are going to make your studies your number one priority. I’ll make sure of that.”
Zoey gulped and asked in a meek voice, “How are you going to do that?”
Evan began to pat Zoey’s bottom. “By being your personal tutor.”
Zoey shifted so she could look over her shoulder at the doctor. She frowned, despite her compromised position. “I don’t need a tutor,” she said in a tight voice.
That earned her half a dozen swift swats to her upturned rear. “You said so yourself that you have trouble studying,” Evan pointed out. “So, I will make sure you are doing what you need to in order to pass your classes. That means filling me in on any assignments and exams you have coming up. I will help you keep track of all that and decide how much time you need to spend studying and preparing.”
Zoey froze over her boyfriend’s lap. She almost lashed out immediately at the thought of being treated like a child, but a part of her realized that having help managing her time didn’t sound like a bad idea. It could potentially take some stress off of her. She liked the idea of Evan helping her study as well.
“Yes, sir,” she murmured.
