4. Don't be late
I must have passed out on the examination chair after the doctor was done treating me. The
pain, the pleasure, the drugs, it just had been too much. I woke up in the lobby, sleeping on
the comfortable leather couch.
I fled the dental clinic. I wanted to run, wanted to hide but there was no one pursuing me.
When I woke up in my bed the next morning, I wished that everything had just been a bad
dream, but the toothache was gone and a quick look in mirror confirmed that I had a new
inlay. In my wallet, I found a handwritten note. It said "Work starts 8.00 am, don't be late!"
signed: "Alice".
I didn't know what to expect, but my first day at work exceeded even my wildest
imaginations.
When I arrived at the dental clinic, the girl at the reception desk led me into a back room. She
presented me with a short, white nurse's coat, tailored for my measurements and left.
Obviously this strange and sadistic doctor really wanted me to work for him as a dentist's
receptionist.
I didn't know how to deal with the situation. You make a scenario for most of the horrible
things that could happen to you. What you would do if you are robbed on the street or even
raped. What will happen if you die.
Not even in my most bizarre dreams have I thought of the possibility of being forced to work
as a dentist's receptionist.
The white nurse's coat was short and tight. The top of my stockings showed with every step
and the top three buttonholes where sewn shut so I had to show a lot of cleavage. I felt slutty
as I went out to face the man who had taken my life away.
"You are late, Josie!" Dr. Martin didn't even look up from his paperwork as I entered. "I
don't tolerate tardiness in my clinic! Being late on your first day is certainly not the best way
to make a good impression of yourself."
The nerve of that man! After torturing me into signing his ridiculous employment contract, he
had given me my first reprimand without even affording me a glance!
"Alice, come up here! Our new receptionist has finally decided to show up."
He rolled back his office chair and, to my amazement, Alice's head popped up between his
legs. Her face was flushed and her hair was a tangled mess, wet with sweat and maybe other
bodily fluids that were not necessarily her own.
"I understand you have already met Alice, my head nurse. She is very good at it, AND she is
a great nurse, too." He smiled at his own pun and patted her head in the affectionate but
condescending way that is usually reserved for a favoured pet. "She will show you the ropes,
please follow her orders exactly!"
I prepared to leave with the head nurse. "Oh! And Josie," he reached behind him and took a
slender cane from what I had assumed to be an umbrella stand. "As I pointed out before, you
are half an hour late! I don't know how your previous employer handled this kind of
misbehaviour but I find that my girls need a firm hand from time to time."
I was dumbstruck! He couldn't be serious, could he?
I quickly learned just how serious he was as Alice led me to his desk and bent me over. I
struggled, of course, but Alice turned out to be far stronger than me. With her holding my
hands on the desk, the doctor moved around me and lifted my skirt.
"Now, Josie, I will inform you just once that I expect my girls to accept their punishments
gracefully. After all, you have brought this spanking onto yourself." I wanted to punch him
right into his smiling face! I struggled and cursed, while he positioned himself behind me and
pulled my panties down to my ankles.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! The bite of the cane was horrible! I screamed as he dished out
three of the best on my unblemished bottom. Objectively, the pain was nothing to what I had
suffered the day before, but at that moment I could think of nothing but my flaming buttocks.
I kicked and screamed, cursed and struggled as the doctor proceeded to paint my backside in
all shades of red. The weals stung like a thousand hot needles piercing my skin and the more I
struggled, the harder he spanked me.
It took him about twenty strokes with the dreadful cane to tame me. I lay sprawled over his
desk, sobbing to myself with my hair in disarray. Alice no longer had to hold me down, there
was no fight left in me. In fact she had to prevent me from sliding down the desk as my feet
had trouble steadying me.
"Gracefully means, no struggling, no rubbing and no interfering, Josie. If you do any of those,
I'm afraid I have to add five strokes to your punishment. Now you will receive one stroke for
every minute you are late and I expect you to count them out loud." He tapped my sore
bottom with the cane. "Ready?"
SWISH! The cane hurt, but not as bad as the strokes I had received before. I managed a
"One", hissed through clenched teeth.
"When I said counting out loud, I meant loud! I'm afraid we have to redo this one. Oh, and it
wouldn't hurt to follow every count with a nice 'Thank you, sir!'!"
SWISH! "One! Thank you, sir!" SWISH! "Two! Thank you, sir!" The blows came down on
my bare behind and I counted them down. I even tried to make the "Thank you, sir!" sound
sincere. I am a stubborn girl but even I can learn. The better I behaved, the lighter the strokes
I received. Still, when the ordeal was finally over, I was crying like a little girl.
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