Better Late Pt. II

After the eventful appointment, Ellie couldn’t sleep a wink. As annoyed as she was with everyone bullying her into the check-up, she had to admit that she’d been holding in a lot of anxiety and loneliness. She had been burying herself in books and junk food semester after semester, and hadn’t even thought of going on a date. Candice’s exam may have been unpleasant, but it felt good to have some toppy attention. Ellie’s long term dominant girlfriend and broken up with her when she moved to the States for psychology school. They had been struggling with communication anyway, and the distance was just going to be too much. Ellie understood, but the breakup was extremely painful nonetheless. She was hungry for attention… any type of attention. Ok, maybe not a speculum in her you-know-what, but there was something about Candice’s concern and control that made Ellie feel jello-y on the insides. Around 2:00 in the morning, Candice took a double shot of Nyquil to lull herself to sleep. She woke up the next morning to her 7:30 alarm still groggy, but oddly light and happy, as well.

Hastily throwing her tangled hair into a bun, Ellie prepared two toaster strudels (Pillsbury was the best part of living in America!) and grabbed Candice’s business card from her purse. Her heart thumping, she separated her phone from it’s charger and unlocked it with shaking hands. Surely it was too early to text Candice? She’d look desperate at this point. It hadn’t even been 24 hours. Plus, normal people sleep in on Saturdays. Ellie’s impatience got the best of her- she wouldn’t be able to focus until she reached out.

Ellie: Good morning. Thank you for the appointment yesterday. I am writing to let you know that I’m still interested in

She paused. She texted with her ex-girlfriend about spanking all the time, but suddenly she felt embarrassed and awkward. Biting her lip, she deleted her text and rephrased it.

Ellie: Hi! Hope I’m not waking you up. I just wanted to let you know that I appreciated the appointment yesterday and I still want what I said I wanted yesterday. 

Hmm… maybe too vague? Third time’s the charm.

Ellie: Good morning! Hope I’m not waking you up 🙂 I really appreciated all of your support yesterday. I’m sorry I wasn’t very kind to you or your staff. I’d like to get together this weekend and “discuss” things the way you mentioned yesterday. 

There. That was perfect. Ellie hit send and took a deep breath. She slathered icing on her second toaster strudel, but before she had even taken a bite, she saw the telltale “typing” dots on the screen of her iPhone. SHIT. The doctor was responding already. Ellie held her breath in anticipation.

Candice: Good morning, Ellie. Thanks for your kind message. How about 2:00 this afternoon? Please send me your address. 

Ellie felt a rush of dizziness wash over her, but it was the good kind of dizzy- the kind that lets you know that you’re excited about something. Ellie still had 6 hours until the visit, so she decided to spend some of her time tidying the apartment. The pile of dishes was put away, the carpets were vacuumed, and the bathroom was scrubbed from top to bottom. After all of that, it was barely noon. Ugh. Ellie flopped down on her couch and stared at the ceiling. She was too nervous/excited to study, and she didn’t need to do any more cleaning. Suddenly, she knew what she wanted to do.

Picking up her phone, Ellie opened WhatsApp and sent her ex-girlfriend Gia a message.

Ellie: Can u talk? Everything’s ok.. mostly.. I just want to talk about something

Gia: I’m calling now.

Ellie smiled to herself. Gia was fiercely loyal and endlessly kind. Their friendship had survived the breakup, and for that Ellie was certainly grateful.

“Heyyyyyyy,” Ellie squealed when she answered Gia’s call, “It’s so good to hear your voice.”

“I know,” Gia sighed, “It’s been forever. What’s up, babe?”

“I’m having a girl over today.” There was an awkward pause as she realized that it was a weird thing to lead with. Would Gia be jealous after all this time? Turns out, her fear was unfounded.

“OH MY GOD PLEASE TELL ME A GIRL GIRL. LIKE A DATE,” Gia practically screamed, “You’ve been a straight up hermit, dude, I thought you were never going to get back out there. I was feeling terrible.”

“It’s not a date. Well, not a romantic date. She’s my doctor. My gynae, actually. But she’s spanking me. It’s complicated. I went in for a routine check-up and one bratty comment lead to another and the next thing you know she threatened to spank me. Obviously I almost died. I mean… how weird. So I basically just said sure. She looked sort of shocked, like she didn’t think I’d even react. So she’s coming over today to… you know. And she’s pretty, but I don’t know anything about her. We hardly talked about anything other than my boobs and my vagina, which is actually a great start to normal lesbian dates but a pretty un-promising start on a date with a gynae.” The story came out in one big rush, and after finishing, Ellie listened impatiently for Gia’s advice.

“Wow. Just… wow,” Gia finally said with a whistle, “That is totally wild. She has to be a little into you if she’s coming over to beat your butt. And I mean, it’s a cute butt, so she’ll have to be into you by the end of the day,” Gia teased.

“I don’t know,” Ellie whined, “Maybe she sees me as a daughter or something. She’s like, 15 years older than me at least.”

“Just be yourself, El. You’re a good one. I miss you lots. Let’s Facetime later tonight, ok?”

“Ok,” Ellie grumbled, “I’m going to take a hot bath and maybe take a shot of whiskey to calm myself.”

“Ellie,” said Gia in a low, threatening voice, “We don’t solve anxiety with alcohol, and you should NOT be drinking before a stranger spanks you. Please tell me you won’t.”

“Fine, fine,” Ellie snapped, “Everyone is in their toppy groove lately. Bossy here, bossy there.”

“Be good and it won’t be a problem,” Gia laughed, “Update me soon, babes.”

“Will do. Bye!” Ellie chirped, hanging up the phone with a smile on her face. Even a quick chat with Gia could calm her nerves. By the time Ellie finished her promised bath and drank a cup of hot tea (instead of whiskey), it was 1:45 and the final countdown was on. Ellie sat on the couch and looked between her phone and the door. Finally, she heard the apartment buzzer cry out at 1:58.

Racing to the door, she pulled it open and smiled shyly as Candice ascended the stairs.

“Hi!” Ellie offered with a soft smile. “Thanks for coming, doc.”

Candice smiled back as she stepped into the apartment.

“Nice to see you’re in a better mood,” she commented teasingly, giving Ellie’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze.

“Ah… yeah,” Ellie giggled shyly, “I find it’s best to be, you know, polite when someone is going to…” Ellie trailed off nervously but Candice offered her a reassuring smile.

“You’ll be just fine,” Candice promised kindly, “Let’s have a seat and chat.”

Ellie lead the way to the couch and sat down gingerly, staring up expectantly at her dominant counterpart. She knew this might be a one-time thing, but letting someone else call the shots was already having a subduing effect on her. She was slipping into the subby role that she occupied with Gia, at least when she wasn’t on a bratting rampage.

Candice settled in next to her and fixed her with a serious expression.

“My discipline spankings hurt,” Candice said solemnly, “But I trust you know that if you have experience with spanking. I spank hard and for as long as I think is necessary. Once I get you in position, you don’t have any more choices. You can use a safe word, or you can cooperate fully with the discipline. There will be no middle ground. I’m not going to injure you, but you’re going to be very sore. You deserve that, though, don’t you?”

Ellie gulped nervously. The intensity had escalated quickly. Candice meant business.

“Ah, y-yes, ma’am, I understand,” Ellie choked out in a horse whisper.

“Undress,” Candice commanded simply. “Just from the waist down is fine.”

Ellie complied quickly, and then stood awkwardly in front of Candice, waiting for further instruction. Candice angled herself toward Ellie and opened her legs.

“Kneel right here,” she commanded, pointing to a spot on the carpet between her legs. Ellie followed the instruction and looked up at Candice submissively, feeling increasingly small and nervous about going through with this.

“Good girl,” Candice praised, lifting her hand and running it through Ellie’s freshly-combed hair. “Why don’t you start with telling me a little more about yourself. What’s up with you neglecting your doctor’s appointments? You seemed like you were upset about more than the speculum yesterday.”

Ellie melted into Candice’s touch. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the feeling of Candice playing with her hair. Taking a deep breath, she began to explain about everything- the move to America to grow up a bit, the psychology program where she made great friends and enjoyed her classes but deeply missed her parents and her country, the breakup, the way that having to manage all of her own appointments and decisions was crushing her… everything. When she finished, she kept her eyes down on the carpet and leaned her head into Candice’s leg.

“And yesterday a lot of it just got taken out on you,” Ellie finished explaining, “And I’m sorry. But when you threatened to spank me…” her voice became high pitched with embarrassment and emotion, “I guess I just felt relieved. Like finally someone was offering to take care of me, even though you were actually just threatening me with a sore butt.”

Candice leaned over and rubbed Ellie’s back, giving herself time to process Ellie’s story.

“Thank you for sharing all of that,” Candice finally said, “Can you sit up and look at me, please? That’s it. Good girl. I understand. I’m fairly experienced with dishing out discipline, and most people feel the way that you do- the experience is painful, but it makes people feel secure and protected. It wipes the slate clean so that you can tackle your shortcomings and try again. We are definitely on the same page there. So, I think it’s time for me to show this naughty bottom what happens when you hold in your feelings for THREE YEARS and neglect your own health. Get up and lay over my lap.”

Ellie stood up on weak legs and carefully lowered herself over Candice’s strong thighs. Candice easily adjusted Ellie’s thin frame while raising her left knee so that Ellie’s bottom was adequately elevated. She rubbed Ellie’s bottom for just a moment, and then suddenly the hand was gone and back with a vengeance.

“Ooooof,” Ellie hissed, “I wasn’t ready for that.”

“You don’t have to be ready. You just have to be still.” With that final warning, the spanks started in earnest. Apparently Candice doesn’t believe in warm ups. She got each of Ellie’s sit spots a solid 10-15 times each, over and over on the same increasingly searing spot. When Ellie was howling in pain, Candice branched out and started to pepper the rest of her shaking bottom with swats. She alternated between right and left cheeks, and occasionally smacking the upper thighs. Ellie’s gasps and moans could hardly keep up with the pace of the punishment.

“Aghhh, I forgot how terribly this hurts,” Ellie gasped out, her eyes already stinging with tears, “You’re hitting too hard.”

“I am most certainly not hitting too hard if you’re feeling so chatty,” Candice replied dryly, picking up the pace and returning to the excruciatingly sore sit spots. Ellie thrashed and groaned in pain in response. Without skipping a beat, Candice moved so that her right leg was on top of both of Ellie’s flailing legs, and she pressed her left forearm firmly into Ellie’s upper back. Ellie was completely trapped. She tried to wiggle her hands free to get some leverage, but Candice was having none of that. She twisted both of Ellie’s arms painfully behind her back and pinned them down against her torso.

“I know all sorts of very uncomfortable positions and pressure points,” Candice threatened ominously. “You don’t want to irritate a doctor who has control of your body. Trust me on this one.”

With that, Candice returned to spanking Ellie’s bottom mercilessly. Unable to move an inch, Ellie just relaxed and let herself sob. It hurt so badly, but she couldn’t go anywhere. Eventually, the sobs of pain morphed into sobs of relief. It felt so good to have nothing to control for once. She felt oddly protected despite the fire burning on her backside. Sensing her resistance die down, Candice slowed down her spanking so that she was only smacking Ellie’s bottom every 3 seconds or so. Each spank still landed with purpose and sent ripples of pain through the thoroughly punished rump. Shaking and crying, Ellie prayed that the spanking would end soon. Her bottom was way out of shape! Finally, Candice’s hand stopped coming down, and she placed it gingerly on Ellie’s lower back.

“Shh, shh,” Candice soothed calmly, “I know. I know that was a hard spanking. I warned you, but brats never truly understand until their bottom is on fire. You’re okay. We’re almost done. I want you to tell me what you’re going to do differently from now on, and if I like your answer, we’re done with the punishment.”

“I’m going to start taking care of myself,” Ellie gasped between sobs. “I’m going to start making regular appointments with my health care providers, and I’m going to start talking to my friends about my feelings more. I’m going to get out and be social even if I want to stay home and watch TV. And if I feel frustrated, I can go on a jog or journal or communicate how I’m feeling instead of treating people like crap… I think that’s all…”

“Very good. Very good girl,” Candice cooed, rubbing Ellie’s back gently. “Let’s sit up and calm down,” she suggested, helping Ellie sit up and get comfortable on the couch.

“Sssssssss,” Ellie hissed as her bottom touched the soft couch cushions, “It HURTS,” she frowned, trying to wiggle into a more comfortable side-sitting position.

Candice wiped Ellie’s tear-soaked hair off of her face and smiled sympathetically.

“I know,” Candice conceded. “I might rub some lotion on it before I leave if I’m feeling nice,” she promised with a wink.

“Do you spank all of your patients?” Ellie asked with a pout.

“None so far. I only spank people that I really like,” Candice responded with a smirk. “I don’t usually mix business and pleasure. You were a special case.”

“Pleasure?!” Ellie exclaimed, “You tried to kill me! This was torture, not pleasure.”

“Oh?” Candice asked with a sultry smile, “Well maybe we can still get to the pleasure part.” She put her hand behind Ellie’s neck and leaned in ever-so-slightly as if to go in for a kiss. She stopped halfway though and looked at Ellie seriously with her gorgeous brown eyes.

“You can say no,” Candice said seriously, “I know it’s been a strange two days for you.”

“YES,” Ellie said flatly, practically launching her face toward Candice’s and pressing her mouth against Candice’s surprised lips. The two women kissed passionately, and Ellie’s body weight pushed Candice onto her back. Laying down, the two women made out passionately while Candice gently pulled Ellie’s hair. Coming up for air, Candice separated from Ellie and fixed her with another serious stare.

“You know I can’t be your doctor after this, right?” Candice asked tentatively.

“Mmm,” said Ellie with a mischievous smirk, “I guess that’s fine, but you know, I am a litttttle worried about how my you-know-what is doing after yesterday’s experience. You ARE a doctor and, you know, you’re like right here, sooo maybe you could check it out?” Ellie grinned as she guided Candice’s hand between her legs.

“You are BAD!” Candice exclaimed with a hearty laugh. “But let’s see how you’re doing.” With that, Candice slipped two fingers into Ellie’s moist center, biting Ellie’s lip as she felt around. Ellie let out a low groan.

“Oh my goooood,” Ellie moaned, “Unfff… you know your way around in there. It’s not fair,” she gasped as Candice easily found all of Ellie’s most sensitive spots. Ellie could feel herself getting more and more wet, and her groans got louder and more desperate. She could barely form a thought as she writhed against Candice in pleasure. She let herself be taken right up to the edge, groaning with abandon and giving in to all of Candice’s expert movements. In no time at all, she was screaming and gasping as she climaxed against Candice’s hand. Candice immediately began to caress Ellie’s hot backside as she whimpered in bliss.

“Oh my god,” was all that Ellie could repeat, burying her head in Candice’s curly hair and trying to catch her breath. “I can’t compete with that,” Ellie said finally. Candice laughed in response.

“Maybe I’ll make another house call next week and you can try. For now, I’d like to see you take a nap. You look exhausted.”

Ellie pouted and tried to reach her hand between Candice’s legs to persuade her otherwise. Candice caught her hand firmly and pressed it behind Ellie’s back. With a one quick pinch to her bottom, Ellie was gasping in pain again.

“You need to be a good listener,” Candice whispered softly into Ellie’s ear. “Or you’re going to be getting more pain and less pleasure from now on. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’m. Understood,” Ellie responded earnestly, looking up at Candice innocently. She was completely under Candice’s spell and it felt amazing. With one swift motion, Candice lifted Ellie off the couch and carried her around the corner to her room. She set her carefully on the bed and pulled the covers up over her.

“Text me when you wake up,” Candice whispered with a gentle kiss to Ellie’s head, “I want to know that you’re ok.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ellie responded with a smile and a yawn. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll see you soon, darling girl,” Candice promised. And with that, she quietly retreated out of the house, her heart glowing with excitement. Candice hadn’t been this excited about another woman in a long time. She couldn’t wait to see what her sweet, naughty Ellie would get up to next.

 

 

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