Subculture by Sarah Veitch Read Free Book Online

of your recalcitrant rump.’
    He had to be joking. He couldn’t have... Lisa looked up and saw her own face and her back and her scarlet bottom reflected back at her from the ceiling-based looking glass. ‘Pervert,’ she muttered, glancing quickly away.
    â€˜The word would be voyeur - and isn’t everyone these days?’ He shrugged both his shoulders, keeping both hands on her back. ‘I actually installed this mirror for practical reasons. It reassures my patients by letting them see exactly what I’m doing to them during an intimate exam.’
    â€˜And the band played believe it if you like,’ Lisa murmured. On one level she felt quite pleased with herself - she was still showing him that she wasn’t at all submissive. She wasn’t saying the shameful things which poor Jamilla had said. There again, Jamilla’s bum had trembled beneath the swishing force of the merciless cane, whereas she, Lisa, was just getting a hand spanking. Though some of those spanks had almost made her yelp.
    â€˜Such bold little globes,’ Michael murmured. ‘I’ll have to double the number of spanks they receive because you’re so insolent. I’m usually more lenient with a new girl but still have to teach her manners and respect.’
    â€˜If this is you being lenient, I’d hate to see you on a bad day,’ Lisa countered, wriggling shamefacedly over his lap.
    As if in answer, Michael renewed the spanking with greater zeal. God, how she wished she had her panties back on to protect her! Lisa winced as the man toasted her unclothed flesh. Being spanked on the bare was a whole new experience - the cotton had obviously diffused the earlier slapping. Now his palm made stinging contact with a small section of helpless nude flesh. Dr Landers spanked her centre swell, he spanked to the sides, he spanked below so that his fingers strayed near her quivering thigh tops. His hand rose and fell till every centimetre of her hemispheres was writhingly aflame.
    â€˜Aaah!’ At last Lisa put her hands back, fingers spread over the scalding contours. She twisted her head back. ‘I can’t take much more, honest, sir.’
    â€˜Then let’s stop for a little rest and a chat,’ Michael said. Lisa kept her hands protectively over her curves, but she put her face down upon the couch again. ‘Do you agree that you were neglectful?’ Michael asked.
    â€˜Yes, sir.’ She didn’t want to fight with him any more, just needed to go to her room and touch her clit.
    â€˜And you agree that this thrashing has made you wet?’
    â€˜It hasn’t. I...’ She fought to find the words which would save her dignity. ‘You promised no sexual contact, so you’re not allowed to check,’ she added, biting her lip.
    â€˜And I’ll stand by my word,’ the doctor said steadily, ‘but if you’re not telling the truth you’ll have to be chastened further on the bare.’
    â€˜I’m truthful,’ Lisa lied, feeling another fervent rush of delight to her Mount of Venus.
    â€˜Then stand up with your legs apart and show me that you’re dry as a desert,’ the doctor said.
    â€˜And if I don’t you’ll...?’ She daren’t even think about his reaction.
    â€˜I’ll continue spanking you till you do. That’s only fair.’ He stroked her bare bum. ‘You have to obey my house rules, Miss Steen. After all, I’m obeying yours by not touching you sexually.’
    â€˜Right, let’s get this over with,’ Lisa said. She put her palms flat on the couch and slowly hoisted herself back on to her knees. She refused to look at him. Spent a moment reorientating herself before swinging her feet around and onto the floor. Her pubis felt heavy with stimulus, yet surely her desire wasn’t visible to the casual eye?
    â€˜Wider, sweetheart,’ Michael said with a smile. Lisa moved her