Free The Carrot and the Stick by C. P. Vanner Page B

mesmerised, Beth found herself getting up. She knew she was incapable of refusing Dr Susskind; you don’t pay sixty pounds an hour and then ignore the instructions or advice. And anyway, Dr Susskind was an imposing, almost frightening woman, twice Beth’s age but slender and well groomed, smart of dress and smarter of mind, not someone to be lightly disobeyed.
    Dr Susskind pushed her chair back from her desk as Beth approached. ‘Slip off your skirt and knickers; we don’t want them getting in the way,’ she said briskly. ‘And don’t be shy; we’re all girls here. You can keep the rest on, we don’t want you getting cold.’
    When Beth was naked between the bottom of her short lilac jumper and the top of her stockings, pinched up by suspenders, the psychiatrist patted the desk in front of her. ‘Lean over this,’ she said. ‘Rest your head on it.’
    With her head down and her legs straight, Beth’s bottom was beautifully presented to the seated psychiatrist. Beth heard her chair creak as the older woman leaned forward and studied it carefully like an unexpected and exotic Christmas present.
    â€˜Well,’ Dr Susskind said eventually, ‘you didn’t have to answer my question. I can see you have been both spanked and caned in the last few days.’
    Beth nodded, but when she realised the woman might not see the response, she muttered, ‘Yes.’
    â€˜It must be sore.’
    â€˜Yes, it is a little.’
    â€˜Open your legs wider,’ Dr Susskind said seductively, and Beth obeyed, leaning forward as she did so. At this, she knew the lips of her sex came more into view and she heard the psychiatrist swallow as she studied the beauty so readily presented to her.
    â€˜Let me ask you a question,’ Dr Susskind said. ‘Think carefully before you answer. Did you enjoy it, being spanked and caned?’
    For the third time, Beth said yes. ‘Not at the time maybe, but soon afterwards.’
    â€˜Did you enjoy it very much? So much that it helped you to orgasm?’
    â€˜Yes.’
    â€˜Did you actually climax while you were being punished?’
    â€˜Yes,’ for the fifth time.
    â€˜You are a very unusual girl. Shall I tell you why - why you enjoyed it?’ But before Beth could answer, Dr Susskind held her hips. ‘Better still, let me show you.’ She gently pulled the girl back and placed her over her lap, and slid one hand between her legs to open them as they had been before.
    That moment, as she slipped into place over Dr Susskind’s lap, was a timeless one for Beth, one of those moments in life when one is at peace with the world and content with one’s place in it. She had been there before, she was there now, and she would be there again in the future. The position was right, the exposure of her most intimate parts to an older, wiser person was right, her total defencelessness was right. The rough tweed of Dr Susskind’s skirt tickled her lower belly and tugged gently at her pubic hair. The psychiatrist’s fingers lightly caressed the soft, marked flesh of her buttocks. Beth felt the warmth of the older woman’s body suffusing her loins, sending messages of lazy comfort to her brain. Her eyes filled with tears, she was so happy. If only this moment of total surrender could last forever.
    When Dr Susskind spoke again it was as if her voice came from far away. ‘You think it is all to do with this.’ As she spoke, Dr Susskind drew a painted fingernail against the moist lips of Beth’s sex, and the girl shivered. ‘Or even this,’ the psychiatrist said, continuing the line of the fingernail up the valley between Beth’s buttocks, lingering momentarily on the rosebud so invitingly exposed.
    â€˜But it’s not, you know.’ She slapped Beth’s buttocks. ‘It’s not here, but here.’ With her left hand she caressed Beth’s hair.