Spanked For Lying: Old Doctor Spanks Naughty Schoolgirl Over His Knee
This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18
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Strict Mother Sends Lazy Girl To The Doctor
I didn’t feel like going to school. Monday morning, gray outside, math first period. No way. So I played sick.
“My stomach hurts,” I mumbled at breakfast, hunched my shoulders, made a face. “And I think I’ve got a fever.”
Mom gave me that look. “You don’t look sick. But I’m calling Dr. Weigert. He’ll check you out.”
I flinched inside. Of all people, Dr. Weigert. Over sixty, used to hang out with Mom back in the day. He’s known me since I was in diapers. Couldn’t be more embarrassing.
“Mom, I just need some rest…” I tried.
But she was already on the phone. “Hi, Oliver? My daughter’s not feeling well. I’ll send her over. Maybe check her temperature, I think she’s coming down with something.”
I groaned inside. No way out now. Ten minutes later I was at his door, hoodie up, sweatpants on, playing the sick act.
He gave me that knowing smile. Like someone who’s seen this act before.
Doctor Puts Sexy Schoolgirl Over His Knee Without Warning
“Well, you look pretty lively,” Dr. Weigert said as I stepped into the exam room. I sat on the table, trying to keep my act going. “Your mom says you’ve got a fever?”
I nodded weakly, avoiding eye contact. He pulled out an old-style thermometer from a drawer. Not one of those modern forehead things. This was old-school glass.
“Turn around,” he said calmly. I hesitated.
“Come on. If you’ve got a fever, we’ll take it properly.” My heart started racing. “Let’s just get you over my knee, that’ll make it easier,” he said, firmer now.
“What?” I squeaked. But he’d already grabbed me. He sat on his stool, pulled me close by the waist. Next thing I knew, I was lying facedown across his lap, my butt sticking up.
I kicked a little, my face burning.
“Dr. Weigert, this really isn’t necessary…”
“Oh, it’s very necessary. The rectal temperature is ultimately the most accurate for little girls. Even if they are already 18 years old”
Doctor Pulls Down Schoolgirl’s Pants And Checks Her Temperature Anal
I felt him tug at my waistband.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
“Pants down. They’re in the way.” He pulled them down to my knees before I could stop him.
Then I felt his fingers at my waistband again. This time, my panties.
“No! Please don’t!” I gasped. But they slid down too, baring my bottom completely.
Cool air hit my skin. I could feel his eyes on me. I lay frozen, trapped over his knee, hands on the floor for balance.
“Hold still. This’ll just take a moment,” he said. Then I felt the cold glass press right between my cheeks. I bit my lip, shut my eyes. So embarrassing. So humiliating. And still… My heart was pounding like crazy.
“Well,” he muttered after a minute. “No fever.”
I looked up. “Please don’t tell my mom. I… I just wanted to stay home…”
“Playing sick?” he asked dryly. I swallowed.
Spanked For Lying: Doctor Spanks Naughty Girl’s Bare Bottom
“You know what I used to do when my daughters tried skipping school?” he said calmly. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.
“I gave them a good spanking. And you’re old enough to know better.” I thought he was joking, until his hand smacked down. Loud. Hard. Right on my bare cheek. I gasped.
The next swat came just as fast, on the other side. My legs kicked, my butt jerked.
“Ow!” I yelped.
“Hold still,” he said firmly. His hand landed again and again, hot and flat. My butt was heating up, fast. I squirmed, kicked in the air.
“Please! Stop! I’ll never lie again!” I begged. But he kept going. With firm, steady smacks.
I couldn’t move. His arm held me tight over his knee. My cheeks bounced with every slap, clenched and wiggled. They stung like hell.
He changed the rhythm, faster, slower, little pauses between. Sometimes he rubbed over my hot skin, then smacked me even harder.
“Naughty girl,” he muttered. “Faking sick, and now kicking like a brat.” I gasped, my feet flying. My toes curled. I couldn’t escape.
Spanked Girl Sent Home With Burning Red Cheeks
Finally, he stopped. I lay limp over his lap, breathing hard. My butt burned. I didn’t dare move. His hand slid over my sore skin one last time.
“There. I think the lesson sunk in.”
I nodded quickly. “Yes. Yes, please… don’t tell my mom…”
“I’ll just tell her you didn’t have a fever but you worked up quite a sweat,” he said, deadpan.
Then he helped me up. I yanked up my panties and pants, wincing as the fabric scraped over my stinging cheeks. I couldn’t meet his eyes.
“Off you go,” he said. I waddled to the door. Every step made my sore butt throb. “And next time, better go to school. Unless you want to come back.”
I glanced back, face crimson. He was grinning. I didn’t say a word but I knew I’d never forget this doctor’s visit.
