Lie on Dr. Vierre's knee

"You need to come over here and get on my knee." Yvonne had spanked her children in the same pose, but at her current size... She shrugged, and walked over, doing her best to get into the right position. She felt a hand on her butt, and she squeaked and jerked with surprise, almost falling off, if Dr. Vierre hadn't grabbed her and held her on. "Honestly, you can't do that every time I touch you if I'm going to spank you."

"Sorry." she said, giving Dr. Vierre had an idea from her apology.

"If you're really sorry, than you want me to forgive you, so let's try it out. I'm going to spank you just once, and that will be your punishment."

Yvonne had to admit that it could be a good way to test their plan, so she said "Okay, I'm ready."

"No, no no. That's not how this works. You don't tell me that you're ready, you tell me that you're sorry."

"I'm sorry?" she asked, confused.

"You're sorry for not staying still when you were supposed to. That's the point of this, to connect it to your guilt, if you don't say what you're being spanked for, it won't do anything."

"Oh..." she said, "I'm sorry for pulling away when you touched me, Ma'am." She wasn't sure why the heck she had called her Ma'am. She hadn't called anyone that since she was in school, least of all someone younger than her. *SMACK!* It hurt more than she expected, and she shuddered to think how it would feel if she wasn't wearing anything.

"You didn't move this time." Dr. Vierre said wryly, and Yvonne smiled with an odd sense of pride. "Shall we continue?"

"Yes please." She thought about it, and realized that she actually felt better about her embarrassing action from before. "I'm sorry for not telling my husband we were being watched." *SMACK!*

"Again."

"I'm sorry for not telling my husband we were being watched."

*SMACK!* It hurt more that time, was she being hit harder, or was it just being spanked somewhere that already stung? "Again."

"I'm sorry for not telling my husband we were being watched!"

*SMACK!* She felt tears well up in her eyes from the pain.

"I'm sorry for not telling my husband-" *SMACK!*

"I'm sorry!" *SMACK!*

"I'm so sorry!" *SMACK!*

"I'M SO SORRY!" *SMACK!!!* This hit was so hard that if her face wasn't already covered in tears she would have started crying. If she had gotten that hit first, she would have called it off right away.

"That's enough." Dr. Vierre said, signalling that she was done. "You don't have to apologize anymore." She turned Yvonne's head to look at her, and Yvonne expected to see a look of worry or concern on her tear stained face, but saw a calming smile. It was comforting, in a weird way, to know that she wasn't worried about her. It meant that things hadn't gone too far, that this was what was supposed to happen. "How do you feel?"

"Good. I mean, it hurts. It hurts a lot. But I feel like..." she searched for the words. It sounded kind of dramatic, but she settled on saying "like I'm lighter, like I took off a backpack. Thank you Ma'am."

She stayed for a while longer, recovering and cleaning off her face, and then left. Dr. Vierre leaned back in her chair and let out a sigh, spreading her legs and settling her hand on the moist spot between them. "Damn that was hot." she said. She didn't expect to ever see Mrs. Mallory again, but about a week later, she arranged another appointment.