up.”
Virginia nodded vaguely. The afterglow of her orgasm was fading and she would be more than happy to get dressed and go upstairs to wash. As the seconds ticked by and she got further from her orgasm, Virginia became more and more aware of how she had debased herself in front of him and Julia. However instead of being handed back her clothing, she saw Julia approach with a washbasin and set it on the floor next to the desk. Dr. Talbot gestured towards the desk and Virginia shook her head urgently.
“I’ll go upstairs to wash, surely…I don’t need…”
“Don’t worry my dear, Julia will make sure you’re nice and clean.”
She felt that this was the too mortifying to allow. She argued against the necessity but Dr. Talbot silenced her, “Hygiene is most important and must always be attended to.”
“I can wash myself though.”
“Come Virginia,” he said, guiding her towards the desk, “let’s stop with arguing every little point. Bend forward and place your forearms on the desk.”
She only yielded when be began pushing on her back. When her elbows hit the surface he stopped applying pressure, but kept his hand in the middle of her back. Virginia stared straight ahead, vexed with herself for obeying him but at a loss for what else she might do.
She heard Julia rustling behind her and then felt the warm, wet cloth run up between her thighs.
“Spread your legs so Julia can reach properly.”
Virginia was trying to bring herself to do so when she felt a resounding smack on her bottom. She cried out at the stinging pain and looked up, but Dr. Talbot’s face held no mercy. When she still didn’t move he smacked her again, this time on the other cheek. She shuffled her legs apart a few inches.
“Wider, Virginia.”
She felt slighter slaps but this time on her thighs. Despite being lighter they stung more than the spanks on her bottom, causing her to wriggle and rock forward on her toes even as she obeyed his order. With a rush of consternation she realized that Julia must have delivered those last two slaps. It was bad enough being smacked like a child, but for a trusted servant she had grown up with to do so was doubly distressing.
Tears pricked her eyes as she felt the cloth return between her legs. Julia’s hands were gentle but thorough, and if she had been able to forget her extreme mortification for a bit Virginia might have enjoyed Julia’s attentions.
“Well done Ginnie, now the only thing left is to take your temperature. Stay as you are.” Virginia had no idea why he wanted her bent over for this part but she was too fatigued to argue. In truth being washed by Julia had been soothing, although the chagrin she felt at being forced to allow it and then enjoying it disquieted her greatly.
Taking a small bottle of oil from his bag he poured a few drops over his first two fingers. Then he brought his finger to her bottom and stroked across her crinkled opening. Virginia jolted forward and began to stand upright but Dr. Talbot’s hand was soon pressing on her back again. When she didn’t yield to his downward pressure he began spanking her, even harder than he had before. For a moment she didn’t move, loath to push her bottom closer to her attacker, but then she submitted, thinking of how every other struggle against the doctor had ended.
Dr. Talbot didn’t stop spanking her right away, both because of the enjoyment it brought him and because he suspected she would need a bit more encouragement to hold her position in a moment.
“Ow! Please, I’ll stay still!” she cried out, trying her hardest to keep that promise as Dr. Talbot continued. As the pain of the swats increased, Virginia thought less and less about the embarrassment of displaying herself so Dr. Talbot could touch her so intimately. She couldn’t stop her hips from flinching forward whenever he drew back his hand, but she kept her feet in place and stayed bent over.
Satisfied that she would be more cooperative,