Page 6 of Taught By the Doctor
Evan put a finger under her chin, bringing her face up so she was looking at him. “We’re going to bed now, pretty girl.”
Zoey sucked in a breath through her teeth. Her voice came out as a tiny whimper. “But it’s only nine…”
Evan’s stern expression was unwavering. “I know,” he said. “I’ve decided that we will be sleeping earlier starting tonight. It is part of the good choices I was talking about before. You were up late last night worrying about today. You need to catch up on sleep.”
Zoey knew it was against her better judgement to argue. She’d had a pretty stressful and tiring day. She was exhausted. She had to admit that curling up with Evan on their bed didn’t sound like the worst thing in the world. Still, she didn’t want Evan to think she was going to be sleeping early every night.
“Just for tonight,” she said in what she hoped was a firm voice. She stood up from the couch. “We can go to bed now, but I’m not sleeping at nine every night.”
Evan didn’t move. He looked up at her with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t recall offering you the chance to bargain.”
“I’m tired tonight,” she told him, not sure where the boldness was coming from. “But what if I’m not tired tomorrow night? Are you going to force me to go to bed anyway?”
The corner of Evan’s mouth twitched slightly, but his voice was firm. “Yes.”
Zoey felt her temper flare, but she forced it back down. She was not in the mood to get spanked. She decided to try a different tactic. She poked her lower lip out and stared at her boyfriend.
“Please, Evan?” she begged in a tiny voice. “Don’t do this to me. I love watching movies and playing games with you at night.”
It seemed to work, for a moment. Evan’s stern expression faltered slightly, but it was back after just a couple of short seconds. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed Zoey’s wrist, pulling her toward him so that they were nearly nose to nose.
“Do not try to manipulate me like that,” he said sternly.
Zoey looked away, trying to pull away. “I wasn’t,” she muttered.
Evan tsked, shaking his head. “And lying on top of it?” he asked in disappointment. He pulled her so that she fell across his lap, immediately using one of his legs to pin both of hers.
“Evan, no!” Zoey whined, kicking futilely. What a mess. She’d told herself she wouldn’t end up in this position.
Evan brought his hand down on the seat of her thin nightgown sharply, about half a dozen times. “If I have to spank you every night for you to mind me, then I will,” he informed her. “I had to warm your bottom just last night. Looks like this is going to be a nightly event.”
Zoey whined and whimpered as Evan peppered her bottom with mild swats. This wasn’t good, he was warming her up. “I’m sorry!” she said, hoping to placate him before he really lit into her.
Evan ignored her apology, bringing the moderate swats a bit lower, just above the hem of her short frilly nightgown. “I’m very serious about this, Zoey,” he told her. “I don’t understand why it’s been difficult to prove that to you, but I promise that your bottom will feel just how serious I am very soon.”
With that, he ramped up the spanking, bringing his hand down harder on her upturned rear. He tipped her forward slightly so that her bottom was even higher. Her head hung just a few inches away from the floor.
Zoey gasped and wiggled with every swat. Her bottom was warming up quickly, the sting becoming painful. She cried out when she felt Evan’s hand at the hem of her nightgown.
Evan threw the thin fabric over Zoey’s back. Without hesitating, he pulled down her powder blue bikini panties as well, baring her light pink cheeks. He wasted no time in bringing his tingling palm down hard, alternating spanks between each full mound.
“The arguments end now,” he informed her, not pausing in his onslaught. “From now on, when I make a decision regarding school, you are to obey without question. Understand?”
“Yes, sir!” Zoey cried. Tears had begun to leak from her eyes.
Evan watched Zoey’s bright pink bottom bounce under his stern hand. She was going straight to bed after this, so Evan decided to focus the spanks on the summits of her cheeks instead of her sit spots. He quickened his pace, wanting this to be a swift, but severe spanking. He was going to make sure she slept on her tummy tonight.
He paused, pressing his palm down hard on Zoey’s quivering cheeks. He waited for her breathing to even out a bit before he spoke. “Okay, young lady. You are getting a dozen more and you are going to count them out for me. Then you are going straight to bed. Understand?”
Zoey gritted her teeth but nodded and muttered a “Yes, sir.” She hated counting her spanks; it was humiliating and seemed to make the spanking last even longer.
Evan didn’t make her wait long and gave her the first swat, much harder than he had been spanking.
Zoey’s voice was barely above a whisper as she counted. “One.”
“One, sir,” Evan corrected, squeezing one bottom cheek roughly to emphasize his point.
Zoey whined indignantly, but she repeated him.
