Sue Storm Wants To Try Spanking

"Could you...spank me? Please," Sue Storm said.

There was a way she said it. Not just polite, but almost deferential. Moonstone's lip twitched, like a big cat that scented prey. Dr. Stone leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs.

"I think that can be arranged," Dr. Stone said. "But first, you need to be more specific. Why spanking?"

Sue Storm took a deep breath. She squirmed a little. But she squared her shoulders, raised her head, and looked Dr. Stone in the eyes.

"Reed would never touch me like that during sex. It just isn't his way. But I was...well, when I was younger. There was still corporal punishment at our school. One day, in the auditorium, I...watched...a female teacher chastise a student. Made her bend over a desk. She used a paddle. And I...I always wondered what it felt like. In her place," Sue said.

Dr. Stone rubbed her palms together.

"Well, we can certainly do something like that," the psychiatrist said. "Spanking is one of the arts of pain. Pain triggers endorphins, a natural high. BDSM is about both the endurance of pain and the enjoyment of the pleasure it brings. Yet that's jsut the physical part of it. There's also the mental."

Dr. Stone leaned forward.

"It's about submission. Expectation. Vulnerability. I could tie you down and spank you, but that would imply a loss of control. What you need to experience is surrender. So I'm going to give you an order. And if you want this to happen, you're going to follow that order. No questions. No hesitation. Are you ready for that?"

Sue Storm's nostrils flared. The heroine took another breath, her hands gripping the arms of the chair.

"Yes," she said.

"Excellent," Dr. Stone said. "Get up, take off your pants, and bend over the edge of the desk."

Sue swallowed. But she stood. Nervous and excited in her little blue jacket. She didn't meet Dr. Stone's eyes as she slipped out of her shoes, and then unbuttoned her blue pants and pulled them down over her hips, to reveal creamy thighs and blue lacy panties. The Invisible Woman took another breath and walked over to the large wooden desk...and bent over it. Elbows resting on the table. Legs spread.

Dr. Stone rose. She laid a hand on Sue's inner thigh. Warm, yielding flesh. Then the doctor laid a hand on Sue's lower back. Palm on the waistband of her panties.

"The thing about women taking off their own clothes is that it can be an act of empowerment. A proclomation of their sexuality and their control over it. But if you take the clothes from them...it makes them ****. A symbol of trust, or degradation."

The psychiatrist pulled. Not hard enough to tear the lacy blue fabric. Yet Sue shivered as she felt her last defense pulled away. At Dr. Stone's silent direction, Sue stepped out of her panties. The villain brought them to her nose for a moment, just to savor the smell.

"Open your mouth," Dr. Stone ordered.

Sue did so. She held it open for what felt like a long moment, heard a rustle of cloth. When a ball of fabric was pressed into Sue's mouth, she expected it to be her own panties...but they weren't lacy, they were smooth, silky.

"I want you to taste me. Hold it all inside until we finish," Dr. Stone said. Then she **** Sue to spread her legs wider, so that the heroine's ass sank down, and the position became slightly uncomfortable for Sue to hold.

From the shelves, Dr. Stone selected a large, heavy book, leather-bound, at least a century old. She ran a hand over her target, Sue Storm's well-toned buttock, and squeezed.

"I'm going to spank you now. Not fast, but hard. You will feel pain. You will feel pleasure. How much, I leave up to you. When you've had enough, spit out the panties, and I'll stop," Dr. Stone said. Then she grinned to herself. "We will make this a test of your endurance."