Sandra approached my right side and nodded to me. I grasped the side seams of her scrubs and tugged them down. Her panties were pulled part-way off and I hooked a thumb in the waistband at either hip and completed the process. She went over my knee and I began to spank her round bottom. Her cheeks quickly pinkened and I was attentive to warm all aspects of her soft tush. Spanking her left crease my fingers grazed her vulva and came away wet.

I paused to rub her bottom and then let my finger wander between her thighs, parting her labia and finding her clit. She cooed with the touch and pushed herself against my hand. I fingered her slowly for a long break before resuming the spanking. When her bottom was thoroughly rewarmed, I returned my finger to exploration and then picked up the brush. I intensified her spanking with the aid of the improvised wooden paddle and she began to wriggle a bit. Massaging her bottom with my left hand, I returned to finger her more aggressively now with my right.

“Time for your exam,” I noted and she crawled onto the exam table. I picked up the thermometer and added a dab of lube before slowly introducing it to her rectum. In sync with my left index finger in her vagina, I pushed and pulled the thermometer in and out. Leaving the thermometer in place, I regloved my hands and picked-up the first syringe. She swiveled the mirror to watch the needle penetrate her cheek and moaned softly as I depressed the plunger. The process was repeated on the other side and after I had withdrawn the thermometer she slid off the table. “Fuck me,” she instructed.

“All in good time,” I teased and picked-up my belt. I gave her six good strokes and then teased her with the tip of my erection. I backed away and lashed her bottom with another half-dozen strokes. This time there was no teasing and she gasped as I plunged into her and my pelvis collided with her freshly-strapped bottom. I had minimal self-control and quickly felt myself approaching the point of no return. I pulled out and unloaded several generous rivulets onto her red, welted bottom.

“Such a naughty boy, creating such a mess,” she taunted. I’m thinking you need to go over my knee for more time with my brush. She covered the chair with that small towel and sat down. She patted her thigh in the universal signal that it was time for me to be over her knee for a sound spanking. I was hoping I had stamina for round three.