Page 29 of Taught By the Doctor
“No, sir,” Zoey said quickly, but as she tried to recall her other transgressions, her mind went blank. She wanted to cry when he crooked a finger at her, silently ordering her to come around to his side of the desk. She obeyed and wasn’t at all surprised when he helped her climb over his lap, her bottom poking up toward the ceiling, her hands on the floor.
“You failed to communicate with me when you were burning out,” he reminded her in a hard tone. Meanwhile, his hand came down several times on her already sore bottom, making her cry out. “You also didn’t just try to hide the fact that you skipped class from me. You lied about it very deliberately. You already have a history of lying to me as well, don’t you?” His hand was coming down even harder as he discussed her lying.
“Yes!” Zoey squeaked, kicking her feet. “Yes, I’m sorry! I know I was awful, please stop. It already hurts so much!”
“You’re getting a lot more than this,” Evan said through gritted teeth. He spanked her for another minute or so before suddenly pulling her up and sitting her down on his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to her cheek.
Zoey’s eyes were wide. “Evan?” she asked in confusion. He had grown very still all of a sudden as he held her.
“What am I going to do with you?” he muttered, his voice full of emotion. He hugged her a bit tighter before pulling away to look her in the eye. “You know I love you more than anything, pretty girl?”
“Um,” Zoey said, growing a bit embarrassed by the unmistakable passion in his voice. She nodded. “Yes. I love you more than anything too.”
“Then you can understand why it hurts me more than anything that you couldn’t talk to me about this problem you were having and then you lied to me about it?” he continued. He crushed her against his chest again. “I thought we were getting to the point where we could tell each other anything.”
Tears were dripping down Zoey’s cheeks now. “I do. We are!” she protested desperately. She had really done it this time. She had done more than just cut class, she had damaged the trust she and Evan had built between one another.
Zoey cringed when Evan’s hand found her burning bottom. He dug his fingers into the warm skin. “You better believe we will after this weekend is over,” he promised her. He stood her up and swatted her behind as he led her out of the office. “You get a quick break from your punishment so we can eat lunch but then you’re coming right back in here for the next part.”
Lunch had been a quiet affair, but Zoey was grateful for it all the same. She and Evan tried to make small talk, but it was very obvious that Zoey was still treading on thin ice. She was threatened twice with a spanking during the short break, once for picking moodily at her food and once toward the end when Evan felt like she hadn’t eaten enough.
Zoey didn’t have an appetite and also wanted to delay the second half of the day as much as possible.
Evan made her eat a few more bites of her sandwich before standing and taking her plate. When he returned, he pulled her up from her seat. He held onto her wrist firmly, which always made her feel like a bad girl on its own, and marchedher down the hall and into his office. She was surprised when he didn’t order her to bend over immediately and instead, led her to the tiny sink by the medical bench.
Zoey watched with confusion and concern when Evan sent her to stand in front of the sink before rummaging in one of the attached cabinets. It was where he kept the gloves and butt plugs, but if she was going to get the plug or even more horrific, an enema, he would have made her get on the bench.
She had no idea what to expect.
She was even more baffled when he stood back up holding a bar of Ivory soap. Evan read her confusion easily and held the bar of soap right in front of her nose, making her go slightly cross-eyed.
“We’re going to use this to make sure you think twice before lying to me ever again,” he told her grimly.
It was then that she understood. Zoey shook her head in denial and stepped back away from Evan and the dreaded bar of soap, which almost seemed to be mocking her the way it sat innocently in her boyfriend’s grasp.
“No, please, Evan,” she begged. She threw her hands over her mouth, shielding it from the discomfort that awaited it.
“I thought we had fixed our little lying issue, Zoey,” Evan said sadly. He reached out and grasped her by the upper arm and dragged her back toward him. “I see that we have to use more drastic measures to make sure this time.”
Zoey pressed her lips firmly together as Evan bent her over. She had to put her hands out to steady herself against the edge of the sink. Her nose wrinkled when the soap appeared in front of her lips.
“Open,” Evan said, a clear demand.
Zoey shook her head, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She had never had her mouth washed out with soap before, but had heard plenty of horror stories growing up. It always sounded like something that should be avoided at all costs.
Evan raised an eyebrow. “One.”
Zoey looked up at him with betrayal in her eyes. She couldn’t believe he was actually going to start counting like she was a child. Not being able to help herself, she narrowed her eyes.
Evan’s expression didn’t change. “Two.”
Zoey blinked hard, making her tears slip down her cheeks, but kept her lips clamped shut.
Evan’s eyes darkened. “Three.” Then he calmly set the soap down on the sink counter and pushed down on Zoey’s back so that her back arched and her bottom stuck out. He spanked her hard, but steadily, concentrating on her sensitive sit spots.
Zoey tried to twist away from the swats immediately. After about a dozen harsh spanks, she had no choice but to relent. “Okay, please! I’m sorry!”
Evan ignored her and gave her another dozen, landing a couple on the backs of her thighs. After he stopped the swats, he picked the bar of soap back up and silently stuck it under Zoey’s nose.
