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faculties are in working order,’ Lisa snapped.
    â€˜For a girl who’s bent over my knee,’ the doctor continued, ‘you’re mighty uppity.’
    â€˜That’s medical speak, is it?’ the twenty-eight year old taunted, determined that she wouldn’t be bested by this supercilious man.
    â€˜No, that’s straight talking which is what a naughty bum deserves,’ the former surgeon said.
    Lisa flushed and held her breath as he fondled that selfsame bum. The peach panties covered her cheeks from thigh to waist, would hopefully afford her poor bottom some protection. If nothing else it meant he couldn’t stare down at the folds of her labia or her dark dividing crack. He could doubtless see their shape, though, for the knickers were very close fitting. And she could tell that the crotch was already damp.
    The young woman trembled as he flexed his fingers. ‘Well, I can’t sit around chatting all day,’ he continued, ‘there’s a girl here that needs a damn good thrashing. And my palm is itching to oblige.’ He roasted his right hand against her waiting left cheek. Then he spanked the neighbouring orb. Found a slow assured rhythm. Chastened the lower and upper globes. He saved his hardest spanks for the centre of her cheeks where the flesh was as its fullest. Soon her small spheres started to glow. I can take it, Lisa told herself, pushing her belly forward in a vain effort to avoid the worst of each slap, then arching her body up again before the next stinging encounter. I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that I feel anything, she thought stubbornly.
    Spank followed spank followed spank. ‘How many more?’ she muttered at last.
    â€˜How many more do you deserve for endangering the public?’ Michael asked softly.
    If she said too few he’d accuse her of being self lenient. The herbalist searched for a suitable figure. Finally she muttered, ‘Ten?’
    â€˜Ten it is.’ Lisa relaxed across his knees, relieved that her chastisement was almost over. ‘Ten on the bare, my dear,’ Michael said.
    â€˜But you’re a man and...’ Lisa tried to scramble from his lap but his firm hands held her easily in situ.
    â€˜I could call in one of my female employees to correct you if you’d prefer that?’ he enquired
    â€˜Christ no, I...’ She thought of how much more humiliating it would be for the likes of Carmen to chastise her. ‘Alright, you bastard - just do it,’ she said resignedly.
    â€˜And another six spanks for calling your employer a bastard,’ Michael Landers said. He squeezed her flesh through the warmed cotton. ‘Trust me my dear, you’re getting off lightly. I’d have used my belt on Marie-Rose or the others if they came out with insults like that.’
    His belt was a matt black leather affair - Lisa’s eyes had been drawn to it earlier. She shivered and swallowed hard. ‘How do they bear...?’
    â€˜They can bear it because I’ve built them up gradually over many months.’ There was an absolute certainty in his tone. ‘When they’ve been bad girls I slowly take them to their limits.’ She heard the slight smile enter his voice. ‘Then I take them just a little bit beyond.’
    â€˜I think I’ve reached my limit,’ Lisa muttered, trying to stave off the moment when he pulled down her panties.
    â€˜Don’t ever cry wolf, dear - it just earns you extra chastisement,’ her tormentor said.
    She felt his fingers on the waistband of her briefs. ‘Right, let’s see how this wicked bottom is getting on underneath the cotton.’ She winced as her knickers were dragged down and left just below her naked thighs. Winced with shame as he laid both palms over her flesh as if taking her temperature. ‘Lift your head, Lisa,’ Michael Landers said, ‘and look at the mirror on the ceiling. Enjoy the glow