Disobedient Michelle, The Sorry Sub
By: Dr. Wellhung

She was nude, standing behind and leaning forward over the back of the heavy wood desk chair in the suite at the Fairfield. Her wrists were cuffed and attached to the arms of the chair. Her ankles were cuffed and those cuffs were attached to a spreader bar, keeping her legs so far open that her feet were nearly 36 inches apart. Dr. Wellhung admired her from various angles. She was displayed for his viewing pleasure. In this position her full breasts hung down nicely. Nipple clamps with 8-oz weights exaggerated the length of her nipples.

When Michelle leaned far enough forward the weights rested on the seat cushion of the chair. That relieved some of the tension from her nipples, but that also meant her legs were stretched tightly and she was on her tiptoes. It also greatly improved the Doctor’s view from behind where he could see her marvelously full cuntlips and the shapely globes of her ass. “Hmmm” Dr. Wellhung mused to himself; she looked very good for a woman in her 40’s. In between those rounded asscheeks her tight little asshole beckoned and below her tender inner labia and clitoris looked so vulnerable.

The Doctor began with the flogger. It was a small but effective tool, with a sturdy plastic handle and 16 leather lashes. The Doctor held it in one hand and standing in front of her and he lightly swished the lashes across her left cheek, then her right. Michelle was not really worried. The Doctor had never once used the flogger or anything else on her face. Nor had he ever so much as raised his hand, or for that matter even his voice to her in anger. However, feeling the leather strands on her cheeks WAS a bit disconcerting.

Then, with a quick stroke, The Doctor slapped those leather strands across the stretched flesh of her hanging breasts, just hard enough to give her a feel for the sting. The pain wasn’t that great but it startled her and she involuntarily jerked up and back. She couldn’t go far because her wrists were bound to the arms of the chair, but it was enough that her nipples were pulled smartly when the weights bounced off the chair cushion.

“Now my dear disobedient Michelle”, Dr. Wellhung said, “do you understand my reason for restraining you exactly as I did? If you do not want your poor nipples to be stretched painfully by a half pound of lead you had best keep still and keep up on your tiptoes as well.”

But that presented a dilemma for her, when she realized her tiptoe position made her most private parts even more vulnerable. Dr. Wellhung had planned her position specifically for that reason. He walked around behind her and flicked those lashes upward against the tender flesh of her vulva. Michelle had been expecting to feel the flogger so she was not startled, even despite the Doctor’s choice of target. Fortunately the blow was not hard and she did very well at keeping still. In fact, those luscious full breasts of hers barely even jiggled and the weights attached to her throbbing nipples remained (thankfully) still. However, she knew what might happen should Dr. Wellhung administer discipline more vigorously.

Michelle she did not expect what came next. First she felt his hand brush the inside of her thigh, way up her thigh, almost at her crotch. Then she felt something being wrapped around her thigh, and the feel and sound of Velcro reminded her of when her real doctor puts that Sphygmomanometer cuff on to measure her blood pressure. The thing Dr. Wellhung put on her was tight enough to stay put around her thigh, but not real tight like when her real doctor would inflate the blood pressure cuff. She could not see what Dr. Wellhung was doing without lifting up those weights with her nipples and her curiosity (or was it apprehension) built when she felt Dr. Wellhung put another of the same things around her other thigh. She wondered what they looked like and why Dr. Wellhung was putting them on her.

Those questions quickly faded to insignificance however because again she felt his hand between her legs, but this time it was higher. It brushed her tender and swollen inner labia. Then she could feel his finger probing further now, in between those pink lips, spreading them apart.

“You are wet down here Michelle.” Dr. Wellhung said, “Where did this wetness come from?”

“It came out of my pussy Sir”

“No Michelle, not ‘my pussy’. I told you not to use those soft words.” To emphasize Dr. Wellhung pushed two fingers deeply into her vagina, “Again, where did this wetness come from?”

“It came out of my cunthole Sir”

She felt a sudden emptiness when Dr. Wellhung just as quickly pulled his fingers out of her vagina. Then he walked around to the front of the chair and faced her.

“Look at how your dripping cunthole has got my fingers all slippery now Michelle.