Page 22 of Taught By the Doctor
“Evan, please, no!” Zoey cried, trying to dig her heels into the floor. She shrieked when she tripped over the rug in front of the couch, but Evan was holding onto her too tightly for her to even hope to fall, and she did hope to. Maybe then Evan would have mercy on her. Instead, Evan picked her up bodily and bent her over the arm of the sofa, propping her still wedgied bottom up. As soon as her tummy hit the sofa, Evan’s hand began to fall relentlessly on her naked bottom cheeks.
“I can’t believe you did this,” Evan said angrily in between harsh swats. He shook his head, still in shock at what Zoey had done. “And here I was planning on spoiling you. Looks like we’ll be having a very different kind of night.”
Chapter 8
Evan stared down at Zoey’s already pink bottom, still not believing that she had done what she said she’d done. Was she testing his authority or something? She had to know that he would eventually find out about her cutting class and that the consequences would be less than pleasant.
“Why would you even think about cutting class, Zoey?” Evan demanded, pausing the steady swats he had been applying to her wiggling butt so he could hear her response. He pressed his palm firmly against the warm skin.
Zoey dug her nails into one of the cushions in front of her. She hated the position she was in. She had only been spanked over the arm of the sofa a couple of times and each time was horrid. Her feet dangled helplessly above the floor and her bottom jutted up into the air, as if begging to be spanked. She clenched her bottom against Evan’s large hand. “I don’t know,” she admitted, but she scrambled for a better answer, knowing Evan would not be satisfied with her response. “I mean, I guess I was just burnt out from studying for the midterm all week. I felt like I deserved a break. And a coupleof my friends from class invited me to go to ditch with them so we could hang out.”
“So, in other words,” Evan said in a hard voice. He patted Zoey’s glowing globes a couple of times. “You gave in to peer pressure.”
Zoey bit her lip. “It sounds a lot worse than it is when you say it like that,” she murmured, but then yelped when two harsh smacks landed on her sit spots.
“Is that not what happened?” Evan demanded, smacking her a few more times when she failed to answer right away. “You did something very serious by deciding to skip class today. You are doing very well in this class. You are not allowed to slack off now, especially during this important part of the semester.”
“But I got an A on the midterm!” Zoey argued. “I probably have an A in the class now because of it too.”
Evan spanked her extra hard as a response, one harsh one on the summits of each cheek. “It doesn’t matter,” Evan informed her sternly. He squeezed her bottom roughly as he spoke, digging his fingers into the sensitive flesh. “You said you desperately wanted an A in this class once you realized it was possible to get one. You had a high B going into this midterm. You don’t know for sure if your grade became an A and even if it did, what if your professor gave the class a pop quiz today? It’s a common practice for professors to do that since they know students are more likely to cut class after a midterm.”
Zoey grimaced. She hadn’t thought of that. Why hadn’t she checked her overall grade when she got her midterm grade? She knew the answer of course. She hadn’t cared at the moment what her overall grade had been, knowing that itwould have been a good one and she had been too overwhelmed with relief when she saw her midterm grade.
Evan took a deep breath. He was getting more upset the more he thought about what Zoey had risked by skipping class. “And you know that your professor takes attendance too, so you lost points because of your choice to skip. He might have even given extra credit to students who dragged themselves to class today, knowing that the midterm would have taken a lot out of you all.” He let a little frustrated growl escape him before pulling Zoey up off the arm of the sofa. He stood her in front of him, grabbing her chin roughly in one hand.
Zoey looked up at him with sad puppy dog eyes. “I’m really sorry, Evan,” she murmured. “I promise I won’t ever skip class again.”
Evan’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, I know you won’t ever skip class again,” he said without any humor in his voice. “Because you are going to spend this whole upcoming weekend in detention.”
Zoey looked at him with a mix of shock and confusion. Her eyes were wide, but her eyebrows furrowed. Under any other circumstances, Evan probably would have found the look hilariously cute. “Detention?” she echoed in a soft voice.
Evan nodded firmly. “That’s what happens to naughty students, isn’t it?” he asked. He dragged her back over to the couch and sat before pulling her over his knees.
“Evan, please!” Zoey gasped as she landed over her boyfriend’s lap. She had foolishly assumed that he was going to spank her once and get it over with. She was quickly realizing that this wasn’t the case. “I’m so, so sorry. You don’t have to do this.”
Evan put his right leg over both of Zoey’s, effectively pinning her down. “You’re getting spanked right now because this can’t wait for the weekend.”
Zoey cried out. “But you’re already going to punish me this weekend,” she whined, trying feebly to kick her legs against the one Evan had pinning hers. “You can’t punish me right now and then again this weekend!”
Evan brought his hand harshly about a dozen times. “Don’t tell me you don’t deserve to be punished severely,” he scolded. “You are getting punished for multiple infractions.”
“I don’t understand,” Zoey said miserably, her whole body stiff.
“You didn’t just skip class,” Evan said, pausing the swats so he could rest his large hand against Zoey’s pink cheeks so that she could hear him. “You also need to be punished for lying to me about it when I asked if you had just gotten out early.”
Zoey cringed, having already forgotten about trying to lie herself out of the situation.
Evan grasped one bottom cheek in his hand as he continued. “You also failed to communicate with me,” he said. “You didn’t make it clear to me that you were feeling burnt out from studying. I could have helped you. I might have even let you skip class if you had just talked to me and explained yourself. Instead, you decided to go behind my back.”
Zoey felt shame fill her. She stared down at the fabric of the couch below her face. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t think you would let me skip, no matter how much I wanted to.”
“Then you should have talked to me,” he said, his tone irritated. “If all you did was ask if you could skip class, the worstthat could have happened was I would have said no. I would not have spanked you for just asking. I would have tried to do something to help you, like take you out for a relaxation trip. Instead, you are going to have a hard weekend ahead of you.”
Zoey shut her eyes and finally relaxed, resigned to her fate. She knew deep down she deserved this, but she was also frustrated that she had to be punished that evening and then in just a few days during the weekend. She was never going to be able to sit down again!
Evan began spanking her steadily, starting at the very tops of her bottom, almost to her lower back, down one cheek and then up the other one and repeating the process over and over. He didn’t spank very hard, aware that this was just the start of a very long punishment. Instead, he kept the swats coming, wanting to make her bottom burn at least for the next couple of hours.
“Tonight, you’re being punished for your poor communication,” Evan told her, swatting her a bit harder as he was reminded of her deception. “We’ve been dating for more than a year now, Zoey, and I feel like I know you better than I know myself, but that doesn’t mean I can read your mind. If something is bothering you, I expect to be informed. Is that understood?”
