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Aaah!’
    â€˜Just another twenty, I think,’ the doctor said. ‘Then we’ll let you stop and regain your composure.’
    â€˜What makes you think I’ve lost it?’ Lisa muttered darkly, then yelped as he doled out six much harder spanks. He’d been holding back so far, then - she hated to envisage the force of a no-holds-barred spanking. She shut her eyes tightly and concentrated on keeping quiet as he pained her with the other fourteen smacks.
    â€˜Right, that’s the warm up taken care of,’ he said, sounding pleased with himself. She felt his palm tracing the full swell of her hips. ‘It renders the flesh more supple, prepares it for its proper punishment.’
    â€˜You mean there’s more?’ Lisa managed, shocked to hear her own voice reduced to a breathless squeak. She searched for her businesslike tone, but found it sadly lacking. There was no hiding behind a power suit or a briefcase here.
    â€˜Of course there’s more. You can’t endanger life and not expect a serious reprimand,’ her employer retorted. ‘A bum that’s put others at risk of fever deserves to experience a similar prolonged temperature itself.’
    â€˜But it already feels quite sore, sir.’ Lisa forced out the hateful words to get herself off the hook. Her clitoris twitched slightly.
    â€˜Don’t forget that it’s your first spanking, so you’ve no yardstick to compare it with,’ Dr Landers said.
    He continued to lightly stroke her curves. Lisa felt the heaviness increase in her labial region. Forced the whimpers of pleasure back, damned if she’d give him the satisfaction of knowing he was turning her on.
    â€˜Right, I think you’ve recovered,’ the thirty-something said a few moments later. ‘You’re ready to go on to Phase Two.’
    â€˜Phase Two?’ Lisa repeated. It sounded like the title of a bad science fiction film.
    â€˜Mmm, Phase Two is where I pull down your shorts and spank you over your pants. You are wearing panties, I take it?’
    â€˜I am, but...’ Stunned, Lisa tried to remember which pair of briefs she’d put on.
    She put her palms back to her cheeks to hold the olive cotton in place. ‘You can’t take down my shorts, you bastard.’
    â€˜Believe me, my dear, I can.’
    â€˜But isn’t that getting... rather sexual?’
    â€˜As I said before, I won’t fuck you unless you plead for it,’ Michael Landers said.
    â€˜You’ll wait for the rest of your life, then, mate,’ Lisa replied, enraged at his conceit and arrogance. She mentally examined her plight some more. If she let him strip off her clothes he’d presumably get even more aroused and frustrated - and she’d let him stay that way.
    â€˜Go on, then,’ she said, taking her hands away. ‘You can always wank in the toilets afterwards,’ she added crudely.
    â€˜Oh I think I can find someone to take care of me,’ Michael Landers said.
    He probably could. Lisa felt a new unexpected pull of disappointment in her chest. Somehow she hated the thought of him being pleasured by another woman. Sensed that if she chose to she could make him spasm into rapture and groan with more ecstasy than he’d previously felt.
    But she was the one to groan softly with shame as he removed her olive green shorts. The awareness of him contemplating her bum in the cheek-hugging peach pants was just too degrading.
    â€˜Like what you see, do you?’ she taunted.
    â€˜Well, I’ll certainly enjoy spanking it,’ Michael Landers said.
    Lisa buried her face in the surgical couch as best she could. She wished she could put a blanket over her head and just go to sleep till this humbling ordeal was over. Unfortunately her hot flesh was very much awake.
    â€˜I can feel the heat of your arse through your pants,’ her new employer said conversationally.
    â€˜Congratulations. Means your