Page 27 of Taught By the Doctor
It worked almost immediately. Zoey let her legs hang limply behind her and her whole body loosened as if she had fallen asleep. “No,” she said slowly. It was a lot easier to speak during a stress relief spanking as opposed to a punishment spanking. Evan often used sessions to help Zoey vent whenever something was bothering her. They covered a lot of ground conversationally while she was over his knee for a good stress-relief spanking. “No, it’s not that your word isn’t good enough. I just… I don’t think I’ve forgiven myself is the problem.”
Evan resumed the spanking, placing several swats on the summit of one cheek before giving the other cheek the same biting treatment. “That will change after this weekend, I promise you,” he said. “I’ll make sure you feel sufficiently punished for your misdemeanors.”
Zoey squirmed as her rear started to warm up to borderline discomfort, but didn’t say anything. She was afraid of what Evan had in store for her, but she was relieved as well. Getting severely punished was probably the only way she could get rid of these guilty knots in her stomach.
Zoey slept pretty well thanks to the bedtime spanking. Since it was a Saturday, Evan let her sleep in and got out of bed to make them breakfast, but not before leaving something on the bed for her. She noticed the items when she rolled over in bed to cuddle her boyfriend, only to find his side of the bed empty except for her school uniform. She rolled back over to her side in denial of what she had seen, but knew thatit wasn’t a dream. He was really going to make her wear the uniform all weekend!
She groaned before sitting up in bed. The smell of bacon floated into her nose and she knew it would only be a little while before he came up to spank her out of bed, so she slipped out from under the covers and grabbed the school uniform before heading to the bathroom.
She knew something was off when she pulled on the little plaid skirt. Last time she had put it on, she swore that it had completely covered her bottom. She dashed out of the bathroom into the bedroom and stood in front of their full-length mirror.
Almost everything looked normal, from the maroon headband with the large bow on it to her knee-high white socks. The only thing that was wrong was the length of her skirt. Even with the waistband of the skirt as low as she could put it fashionably, her bottom cheeks were peeking out like a couple of crescent moons. She turned and found the same applied for the front of the skirt. It was so short that the last inch of her white panties was visible. She blushed and wondered briefly if it had shrunk when she threw it in the wash, but realized it couldn’t have since the waistband didn’t feel any tighter.
Zoey swallowed thickly before making her way out of the room and into the dining room, where Evan was setting the table. He looked at her and grinned before approaching her.
“Good morning,” he said, wrapping her in a hug. He kissed the top of her hair. “I love that uniform on you.”
“The skirt…” was all Zoey could say into his shirt.
“Hmm? Oh, do you like it?”
Before she could answer, Evan spun her around so that she was facing away from him. She squirmed as she felt his gaze on the very bottom of her cheeks that stuck out from beneath the incredibly short skirt. She shifted from foot to foot when it felt like minutes had gone by. In reality, it had only been a couple of seconds.
“Yes, this will do nicely,” Evan said, patting the exposed part of her bottom. “This is the perfect punishment uniform for naughty little schoolgirls.”
“Evan,” Zoey whined, pulling away slightly, but not enough to get spanked for it.
She didn’t get spanked, but Evan did give her a couple of firm pats before leading her to the table. “Sit down now so we can have breakfast,” he said. “Then we can start the long day.”
Zoey sat down and blushed. Her skirt was so short that it felt like she was sitting bare-bottomed on the hard wooden seat. She squirmed all through breakfast, but was able to finish her bacon and waffles. Food was the one thing that could distract her from an upcoming punishment, especially if it was fluffy waffles drenched in syrup.
The food distracted her about halfway through breakfast, anyway. She set her fork down and frowned.
Evan had been watching her silently the whole time and raised an eyebrow at her. “Something wrong?”
Zoey shook her head. “Not really,” she said. She looked him in the eye from across the table and her lower lip quivered slightly. “I just wanted to say I’m really sorry.”
Evan’s answering expression was sympathetic. “Guilt turning that little tummy of yours?” he asked knowingly.
The answer was obvious, but Zoey nodded anyway.
Evan beckoned her to him and after she was sitting on his lap, he fed her the rest of her breakfast. Zoey ate slowly, chewing more thoroughly than normal to prolong what was coming. If Evan noticed her stalling, he didn’t show it and patiently waited for her to swallow before offering her another forkful.
When she was done, Evan helped her up and swatted her behind before ordering her to wait for him in his office while he cleared the table.
With her head bent, Zoey obeyed and headed to the office. She had decided the night before that she was going to be good and obey on the first try. Both because she didn’t want to add to her punishment but also because she wanted Evan to feel how sorry she was.
Guilt twisted her guts as she pushed open the office door and sat at the little wooden student desk. What had she been thinking? Evan had spent hours over the past several weeks to ensure that she would do well in her classes. He had sacrificed his own time and energy to help her through hard homework problems and go over her schedule with her. He had helped her study nearly every day. This was not how she should be repaying him. She hoped he didn’t feel like he was wasting his time on her because of her foolish actions.
Zoey jumped when Evan opened the door and stepped into the office about ten minutes later. He was dressed in a navy blue polo shirt and black jeans. His dark blond hair was slicked back away from his forehead.
Zoey swallowed and pressed her thighs together under her desk.
Evan glanced at her briefly but didn’t speak as he crossed the room and stood in front of the chalkboard in front of her. When he reached it, he picked up a piece of chalk and wrote the date in the top corner of the board before writing out a list. Zoey blushed when she realized it was a list of her transgressions, from lying to Evan to skipping class.
“I’m not going to waste time by going through all of your transgressions, Ms. Lu,” Evan said in an icy voice. “You know exactly why you’re here, so we’re going to get right down to it. I hope you’re ready.”
Zoey nodded meekly. “Yes, Professor.”
