Natasha was nude, standing behind and leaning forward over the back of the heavy wood desk chair in the suite at the Fairfield. Her wrists were cuffed and attached to the arms of the chair. Her ankles were cuffed and those cuffs were attached to a spreader bar, keeping her legs so far open that her feet were nearly 36 inches apart. Dr. Wellhung admired her from various angles. She was displayed for his viewing pleasure. In this position her full breasts hung down nicely. Nipple clamps with 8-oz weights exaggerated the length of her nipples.
When Natasha leaned far enough forward the weights rested on the seat cushion of the chair. That relieved some of the tension from her nipples, but that also meant her legs were stretched tightly and she was on her tiptoes. It also greatly improved the Doctor’s view from behind where he could see her marvelously full cuntlips and the shapely globes of her ass. “Hmmm” Dr. Wellhung mused to himself; she looked very good for a woman in her 40’s. In between those rounded asscheeks her tight little asshole beckoned and below her tender inner labia and clitoris looked so vulnerable.
The Doctor began with the flogger. It was a small but effective tool, with a sturdy plastic handle and 16 leather lashes. The Doctor held it in one hand and standing in front of her and he lightly swished the lashes across her left cheek, then her right. Natasha was not really worried. The Doctor had never once used the flogger or anything else on her face. Nor had he ever so much as raised his hand, or for that matter even his voice to her in anger. However, feeling the leather strands on her cheeks WAS a bit disconcerting.
Then, with a quick stroke, The Doctor slapped those leather strands across the stretched flesh of her hanging breasts, just hard enough to give her a feel for the sting. The pain wasn’t that great but it startled her and she involuntarily jerked up and back. She couldn’t go far because her wrists were bound to the arms of the chair, but it was enough that her nipples were pulled smartly when the weights bounced off the chair cushion.
“Now my dear disobedient Natasha”, Dr. Wellhung said, “do you understand my reason for restraining you exactly as I did? If you do not want your poor nipples to be stretched painfully by a half pound of lead you had best keep still and keep up on your tiptoes as well.”
But that presented a dilemma for her, when she realized her tiptoe position made her most private parts even more vulnerable. Dr. Wellhung had planned her position specifically for that reason. He walked around behind her and flicked those lashes upward against the tender flesh of her vulva. Natasha had been expecting to feel the flogger so she was not startled, even despite the Doctor’s choice of target. Fortunately the blow was not hard and she did very well at keeping still. In fact, those luscious full breasts of hers barely even jiggled and the weights attached to her throbbing nipples remained (thankfully) still. However, she knew what might happen should Dr. Wellhung administer discipline more vigorously.
Natasha she did not expect what came next. First she felt his hand brush the inside of her thigh, way up her thigh, almost at her crotch. Then she felt something being wrapped around her thigh, and the feel and sound of Velcro reminded her of when her real doctor puts that Sphygmomanometer cuff on to measure her blood pressure. The thing Dr. Wellhung put on her was tight enough to stay put around her thigh, but not real tight like when her real doctor would inflate the blood pressure cuff. She could not see what Dr. Wellhung was doing without lifting up those weights with her nipples and her curiosity (or was it apprehension) built when she felt Dr. Wellhung put another of the same things around her other thigh. She wondered what they looked like and why Dr. Wellhung was putting them on her.
Those questions quickly faded to insignificance however because again she felt his hand between her legs, but this time it was higher. It brushed her tender and swollen inner labia. Then she could feel his finger probing further now, in between those pink lips, spreading them apart.
“You are wet down here Natasha.” Dr. Wellhung said, “Where did this wetness come from?”
“It came out of my pussy Sir”
“No Natasha, not ‘my pussy’. I told you not to use those soft words.” To emphasize Dr. Wellhung pushed two fingers deeply into her vagina, “Again, where did this wetness came from?”
“It came out of my cunthole Sir”
She felt a sudden emptiness when Dr. Wellhung just as quickly pulled his fingers out of her vagina. Then he walked around to the front of the chair and faced her.
“Look at how your dripping cunthole has got my fingers all slippery now Natasha. I may lose my grip on the flogger.” He told her holding them out to her upturned face, “Open her mouth and clean them!”
She obediently opened her mouth and sucked her own vaginal secretions from his fingers. As she did so Dr. Wellhung thought that he shouldn’t have had to remind her about not using soft words in his presence, he shouldn’t have had to instruct her to open her mouth, and of course there was the matter of her earlier disobedience as well. This woman was a most sorry sub indeed! Serious discipline was in order. Again Dr. Wellhung walked around behind her and she heard a slight metallic jingling sound. When Dr. Wellhung returned to her field of view he was holding two small clamps with small chrome chains attached.
“I am most disappointed in you Natasha. You have failed to complete your assignment in a timely manner and you have used the word ‘pussy’ despite my orders that you will not use such soft terms when speaking or otherwise communicating with me. Now you will suffer the consequences for your disobedience.”
With that Dr. Wellhung again walked around behind her and again she felt his fingers on her vulva. This time Dr. Wellhung grasped her left inner labia and pulled it to extend it fully and then she felt the pinch as Dr. Wellhung attached the first clamp to that tender flesh. The Doctor repeated the procedure with her other labia and then he attached the end of the chains to the rings on the cuffs around her thighs. He made some small adjustments to the position of the cuffs before he was finished with his work, and once finished he stepped back to admire his accomplishment.
As Natasha could tell from the cool air, the chains were holding her inner labia splayed widely apart, in fact splayed apart to such a degree that even her vagina was now slightly open. By then the tension was beginning to get to her too. It had only been a few minutes but her leg muscles were taught from keeping on her tiptoes. Her nipples were throbbing and there was a similar throbbing sensation starting in her labia as well. She wished that Dr. Wellhung would hurry up and administer her punishment… but she also wished the excitement of waiting for it would last forever.
Suddenly and with absolutely no warning at all she felt a sharp SMACK! on her asscheek. That was no light flick of the flogger; it was a hard object (small paddle perhaps?) and the blow was definitely serious! It was hard and unexpected enough that she jerked up so quickly and forcefully that the chair bumped on the floor! The weights bouncing on the cushion of the chair tugged painfully at both her nipples. The triple assault on her senses made her gasp.
The heat of the smack on her asscheek was matched by a patch of red in exactly the shape of the hairbrush that Dr. Wellhung had used to administer that little bit of discipline. Dr. Wellhung also saw that the muscles of her buttocks were tense in anticipation of what she knew was coming. In fact, her asscheeks were actually quivering in a most amusing way. It was questionable if the quivering was from the tension of her tiptoe position or the way that she had clenched her buttocks, but that was really not important to his purposes anyhow.
