Therapy

Therapy

Phase 1
Sarah watched Dr. Stone jot in his little coil notebook. I’d have started therapy years ago if I’d known the scenery would be this nice, she thought to herself, eyeballing her handsome psychiatrist hungrily.
She knew he was nearly twice her age, but Dr. Stone was remarkably fit, and even through his suit, Sarah could tell he had a marvellous physique. He was almost impossibly handsome, well groomed, and she’d never seen him in anything less than the finest tailored suits. She fantasized about him constantly: she loved to imagine him instructing her to head to her bedroom, put on her sexiest negligee and wait for him, his rich, smooth voice enveloping her like a blanket...
“...As I’ve mentioned before, I’m developing a new form of therapy to help young women with your specific set of problems.”
Sarah’s family was extremely wealthy, old money blue bloods who owned holdings in several major industries. Sarah had never worked a day in her life, never lifted a finger to help anyone, was spoiled, rude, selfish, and lived only to spend her parent’s money. She had no respect for anyone, and treated those she considered beneath her like dirt. None of which she regarded as a problem, but after she was kicked out of her third university in four years, her mother insisted she seek out some kind of help. At first, Sarah had resented and resisted her mother’s attempts.
After meeting Dr. Stone, however, Sarah had decided that therapy could definitely have certain benefits...
It took her a while to get used to the idea of opening up and revealing her secrets to a total stranger. But once she got used to the idea, Sarah found herself enjoying the process; a psychological strip tease, gradually disclosing her fears, desires, and secret shames to him, growing more vulnerable, and further into his power the more she revealed.
“The idea,” he continued, “is to use small, physical reminders to help the patent reign in their selfish, egotistical personality traits.”
Sarah smiled lustily. “What kind of ‘physical reminders,’ doctor?” she asked, letting her imagination run wild.
Stone smiled. “I’m sorry, but I can’t discuss the details right now—the process is still in the testing stages and confidentiality is extremely important. However... If you would be willing to sign up to participate in the tests, we could start phase one of your treatment right away. That is, If you’re interested.”
Anything to spend more time with you, doctor, she thought with a sly smile. “Where do we begin, doctor?”
Reaching over to his desk, he produced a handful of documents. “Sign these, please: They’re standard confidentiality agreements. For the duration of your treatment, I’m afraid you won’t be able to talk to anybody outside this office about your therapy.”
Sarah signed eagerly. “So,” she said with a grin, “where do we start?”
Slowly, Dr. Stone placed his notepad on the table. He fixed Sarah with a forceful look that she’d never seen before; authoritative, but still in complete control of himself. She felt trapped, helpless; pinned to the spot like a butterfly under glass. “Come here, Sarah,” he commanded, his demeanour as calm as usual.
She rose slowly, a small smile playing across her lips. She crossed the small space between them with maddening slowness, being sure to roll her hips seductively from side to side. Is it legal for a therapist to dole out a bare bottom spanking to a naughty patient? She mused internally, her heart throbbing wetly at the thought. She came to a rest in front of doctor Stone, standing before him, totally open to whatever was coming next.
Fixing his piercing blue eyes on hers, he spoke clearly and confidently. “Take off your panties.” Sarah knew it was clearly an order, but his wonderful, smooth voice carried the unspoken edge of ‘it’s for your own good, darling,’ making her positively melt on the inside.
With the barest of knowing smiles playing about her lips, she reached under her skirt and drew her sixty dollar, imported silk panties down her smooth, bare legs. They dropped to a silky puddle around her ankles. She kicked them off and stood before Dr. Stone, twitching her bare bottom against the seat of her skirt.
Dr. Stone stood and walked over to his desk. After removing something from one of the bottom drawers, he returned slowly to his seat. “ Sarah,” he began, his voice so rich and assured it made her quake like a leaf. “I’d like you to wear these for the rest of the day.” He held them out toward her. Sarah’s heart leaped when she saw what he had in his hands. Part of her wondered if it was some kind of joke, even as she realized it wasn’t.
They were, without a doubt, the biggest pair of frilly, lacy, little girl underpants Sarah had ever seen. They were pink with bright red hearts, lace trim around the leg holes and a couple of rows of frills across the back. Sarah hadn’t worn panties like that, even when she had been a little girl. The thought of wearing them now, as a grown woman, under her sophisticated, designer clothes sent shivers of embarrassment up and down her spine.
She looked at Dr. Stone, reluctant, not sure if she could go through with it. But his steely stare froze her protests in her throat. “Come on, Sarah,” he gestured for her to come closer, and though still plagued with doubts, she found herself obeying, almost against her will. She stood before him, unable to look away from his eyes as they peered into her and laid bare all of her thoughts and feelings. She took deep, slow breaths, trying to steady herself.
He held the panties and lowered them toward her feet. “Come on, honey; step inside.” Sarah did as she was told, carefully threading her high-heels through the leg holes and allowing them to be drawn up her legs. He kept his eyes on hers, even as he drew the panties up her thighs and firmly in place between her legs. Sarah, who had never felt shy around a man in her entire adult life, found herself blushing and glancing away, unable to meet his gaze.
Once the panties were in place, Dr. Stone reached around and gave her bottom an affectionate pat through the seat of her skirt. “How does that feel?” he asked, his voice the picture of clinical detachment.
Sarah stared at him, not knowing what to say. The little girl panties felt so strange to her: She shifted from foot to foot, trying to get used to the feeling of cotton between her legs; she’d been wearing satin and silk for so long that the sensation of anything else against her pussy and dainty butt-cheeks felt strangely foreign.
“Come on,” Dr. Stone encouraged. “Show me how they look.”
She stared at him, thinking he was joking. With him watching expectantly, she grew self-conscious. Hesitantly, she reached down, took hold of her hem, and tugged it above her waist, displaying her frilly, girly panties to her handsome doctor, even as her ears burned with embarrassment. She couldn’t fathom him seeing her like this, all dolled up in a pair of panties better suited for a girl just out of pampers beneath her expensive, designer outfit. She stood shyly, at a loss for words for the first time in her life, as the gorgeous doctor inspected her like a little girl.
“Turn around,” he commanded, and she did without even thinking, putting her ruffled, pink-pantied bottom on display for him, like a toddler eager to show off her pretty new under things. She turned and stuck out her derrière, presenting the seat of her frilly pink panties to him, begging for attention. She shivered once more as she felt him reach out and place his palm against the cotton seat, rubbing the frills affectionately. Sarah thought she would faint when Dr. Stone gave her tushy a gentle squeeze, making her murmur and blush.
“I want you to wear these at least once a week from now on, Sarah,” he began, patting her ruffled rump tenderly. “And when you do, I want you to think about how they make you feel. I want you to hold onto that sensation every time you feel like acting up or treating someone poorly from now on. Is that clear, honey?”
Sarah nodded eagerly. She didn’t think she’d ever be able to talk down to anyone ever again; not as long as I’m wearing these panties, anyway, she thought to herself. It would be, she reflected, pretty hard to be snippy to a waitress while she was sitting with 4 rows of frilly ruffles under her bottom.
Dr. Stone took the hem of her skirt and tugged it down over Sarah’s new panties. “Good girl,” he said plainly, making Sarah feel very pleased with herself. “Now: I think our time is just about up, so we’ll end it there.”
She nodded numbly. She felt dazed, like she’d been mugged or something. He rose, took her hand gently and led her to the door. “I’ll see you next week at the same time, OK sweetheart?” he asked opening the door for her. Sarah smiled shyly and nodded as he ushered her out the door with a couple of pats on her backside. She shivered. “Good. I’ll see you then. Janet? Send in Mrs. Glick when she gets here, ok?” he said to his secretary.
“Will do, doctor,” Sarah heard Janet reply as she left the office.

After she left, Sarah ducked into the ladies room.
Inside one of the stalls, she hiked up her skirt and stared down at her new panties. A blush spread across her face... she had never in her life seen anything more femininely infantile in her entire life. With her heartbeat pounding in her temples, she to look at her backside, feeling dizzy with embarrassment at the sight her pink, ruffled butt. Where could you even get something this infantile for a grown woman, anyway?
The door opened, followed by the steady clack-clack of somebody’s high heels. Sarah listened as they took the stall next to her and locked the door. She tugged down her skirt and flushed before she left the stall.
She crossed to the sink and washed her hands. She looked in the mirror to check her make-up and caught sight of something beneath the stall-door.
The woman’s panties, though not exactly like hers, were clearly of the same design school: full-cut, satin, with a pink ribbon on the front and lace trim around the leg-holes; they were more appropriate for a girl who’d just finished her potty training than a grown woman. Was this woman receiving “special treatment” from Dr. Stone as well? What other reason could she possible have for wearing those ridiculous panties? Sarah had to find out.
The toilet flushed. After a few moments, the door opened and out came Janet, Dr. Stone’s pretty, young secretary. “Oh, hi, Sarah!” she said warmly as she took a place at the next sink and began washing her hands.
“Hi, Janet,” Sarah said. She didn’t want to be nosy and make Janet uncomfortable, but she just had to know; was Janet “in treatment” with Dr. Stone? “Janet?” she began tentatively.
Janet turned to look at Sarah. Sarah realized they looked a lot alike: Janet was about her are, had the same golden blond hair, and small, slight frame. They could have passed as sisters.
“I hope you don’t mind my asking but: are you a patient of Dr. Stone’s, too?” Sarah asked.
“Yes. I’ve been seeing him for a few years now. One of the perks of the job is getting my sessions for free.”
Sarah took a deep breath. “Yeah, well, he started me on phase one today...” she began casually.
Janet looked over at her with a wide grin. “Oh really? Lucky you...” she winked.
Sarah blushed a bit. “Thanks. Are you...” she hesitated.
“I’m up to phase two,” she said with a broad grin.
“What’s it like?” Sarah asked nervously.
“Let’s just put it this way,” Janet said with a mischievous grin, “the day after my sessions, I’m really grateful for the pillow on the chair at my desk.”
Sarah gaped, trying to process the implication. The thought of seeing adorable little Janet (or myself for that matter, she thought) getting a spanking across Dr. Stone’s lap in her little satin panties made Sarah so hot...
Janet grinned. “I’ve gotta get back to work, hon. See you around.” She winked once more and vanished out the door.

The drive home seemed to take an eternity. She couldn’t stop running what Janet had said through her mind, couldn’t stop her brain from creating steamy scenarios. She imagined Dr. Stone spanking her, then spanking Janet, then spanking the both of them together, first one at a time, then with both of them crowded onto his lap at once in one writhing, naked, pink bundle. On their skirts, on their little girl panties, on their bare bottoms... By the time she got home, Sarah had run through just about every possible set-up.
Once inside, she retreated rapidly to the bedroom, shedding her clothes as she went. By the time she got to her bedroom, she was naked except for her frilly little girl panties. She stood in the mirror, doing little turns and admiring herself, her face growing redder by the second as she imagined what someone would say if they saw her pink baby panties underneath the stall door the next time she used the ladies room? Or if she went home with a cute guy, only to have him discover that beneath her sleek, sexy outerwear she was wearing panties better suited to a four year old. What would he say? What would he do? Would he laugh in her face? Spank her? Sit her in his lab and coddle her like a real little girl? The possibilities played out in her head in slow motion as her hands wandered into the front of her panties and she began playing with herself eagerly. She turned around to admire her ruffled butt, wondered how she’d look with just a hint of red peeping out from under the leg bands. She thought about Dr. Stone, about his broad shoulders, dark hair, expensive suits and penetrating eyes. She thought about his broad, heavy hand coming down on her backside over and over, his strong, rich voice lecturing her, telling her how naughty she’d been...
Sarah lost control quickly, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave...

Phase 2

Sarah wore her little girl panties to her next session with Dr. Stone. He surprised her with another pair, and at the end of the session, the ritual was repeated: Dr. Stone had Sarah remove the panties she was wearing so he could slip the new pair on her. They were white satin, had little flowers, and were as frilly as a wedding cake. This time, the experience left her so aroused that she was forced to duck into the ladies room down the hall from Dr. Stone’s office to finish herself off quietly in one of the stalls.
The weeks went by, and the routine was repeated after every session, until Sarah soon had more lacy, frilly, positively adorable little girl panties than there were days in the week.
Not that she wore them every day, mind you. Most days, she wore her regular, “grown up panties.” But on those days when she was feeling particularly bitchy, arrogant, or superior, she would pull on a pair of little-girl undies and go out into the world with a blush on her face, her arrogance and superiority washed away in her struggle to keep her embarrassing secret safe. Slowly, subtly, change did come to her personality.
At first, anyway; it wasn’t long before the embarrassing/erotic charge she got from wearing her lacy little baby panties under her adult clothes began to diminish. It just wasn’t enough anymore. As a result, she became moody. And then she started taking it out on other people. Before she knew it, the tentative progress she’d made with Dr. Stone was beginning to erode. She needed something else, and she needed it fast.
She mentioned all of this to Dr. Stone at her next session. He listened quietly, nodding here and there and jotting on his notepad. “You sound like a perfect candidate for phase two of my new therapeutic process. But, unfortunately, it’s not even ready for clinical trials yet...”
Sarah felt a gut-wrenching disappointment. She gathered her resolve and steeled herself for her final pitch.
“Doctor, you don’t understand. I can see myself falling back into my old patterns. I’ve tried so hard—I don’t want to be that person anymore.” Inside, she smiled smugly. And the Oscar goes to... “I’ll do whatever it takes.”
He looked at her for a long moment. “Well, I suppose we could get you into the initial test group, if you were really willing to participate in the study...”
“If that’s what it takes, I’ll be one of your guinea pigs.” She looked at him seriously. “I really need this, doctor Stone.”
He smiled. “I know you do.” Reaching into his desk, he produced a stack of papers. “You’ll have to sign a waiver...”
She grabbed the papers and scribbled her name furiously across the bottom of the last page. She thrust them back into his hands. He placed them calmly on the table and looked back over at Sarah. “Come here, Sarah,” he said, gesturing in front of him. Rising, she slowly padded across the office toward him, nervous and giddy.
She stopped before him. He locked his eyes on hers, paralyzing her. She’d never felt more totally under his control.
Taking her hand into his, he led her over to his right side. He gave his lap a firm pat. “I want you over my knee right now, young lady,” he said firmly.
Boiling within from a combination f humiliation and desire, Sarah lowered herself across his lap gingerly and settled herself in.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when he started rubbing her bottom through her skirt. She felt a strange tingle radiating out from between her shoulder blades; the world took on an unreal, dreamlike quality...
Whap! His open palm popped against her backside, making her cheeks sting. Whap! The smarting tingle spread. Dr. Stone rubbed her buns lightly through her skirt.
He gave her a series of about 25 quick swats to the seat of her skirt before unceremoniously pulling it up at the back. Dr. Stone couldn’t help chuckling when he saw the panties: pink, with the ruffles on the back stretched deliciously across her round little tushy, covered in little red strawberries. Sarah had chosen them because they were the most childish panties in her collection, but the thought of lying across Dr. Stone’s lap, about to be spanked on their seat made her feel utterly mortified. She could only squirm in shame as she felt him patting and squeezing her ruffled bottom.
His palm quickly rose and fell. Then again. Then again and again and again, and before she knew it, Sarah was in the midst of a cool, methodical spanking. His palm rose and fell in a hypnotic rhythm. The entire situation—lying across the lap of a handsome, older man in a pair of panties any preschool girl would be proud to own, having her rounded bottom spanked till it jiggled and turned red—seemed too weird to be real.
But the prickling sting on her backside sent her mind a clear message: this was all very definitely happening.
Dr. Stone spanked Sarah with meticulous care, slow enough for her to savour the sting of each swat, but fast enough to build a real heat in her backside.
“Tell me how you feel right now, Sarah,” he instructed, laying a few brisk swats on the seat of her girlish panties.
“Sore!” she said emphatically, making him chuckle.
“No, I mean inside: how does it make you feel on the inside, having your little bottom spanked in these babyish little panties.” He continued his cool, collected spanking of her bottom.
“It’s embarrassing!” she cried, kicking her feet.
“It’s embarrassing, but you like it, don’t you?” he asked as he continued dusting the seat of her panties with his open palm.
Her face turned crimson. Sarah didn’t really want to answer, but she knew she had no choice. “It hurts... but it feels good too, doctor,” she confessed. She could feel herself growing warmer by the second, her shame reaching critical mass.
“It feels good because you know you need it,” he lectured calmly, continuing to swat her upturned, cotton-covered seat. “Inside, you know you need a nice spanking to keep you in line and make you behave like a good girl, right?”
“Uh-huh,” she nodded, shamefully.
“’Uh-huh’ what?” Dr. Stone stopped spanking abruptly, resting his palm on her bottom. Sarah twitched her hips.
“I--” she turned crimson, barely able to bring herself to say it. “I need a spanking. To—to help me be a good girl.”
“Good.” Taking the back of her panties, he yanked them down, revealing her bare bottom, as delicate and pink as her pretty little underpants.
Sarah gasped and twitched. She’d had a feeling it would come to this, but now that the moment was here, now that her babyish panties had been tugged down to half mast and her bottom was lying so bare and exposed and vulnerable across Dr. Stone’s lap... Her heart throbbed violently in her chest. Doubt had begun creeping in.
Desperately, she reached back to cover herself. “No! Please not that,” she begged. She couldn’t shake the feeling that if she allowed herself to be spanked on her bare bottom, she was giving up an essential piece of herself; as though she was relinquishing a piece of her womanhood and admitting to her sexy therapist that she wanted to be treated like a little girl.
But Dr. Stone was firmly resolved. He pinned her hand behind her back and tugged her panties to half-mast. “We’ve come too far to turn back now, Sarah,” he said calmly, gently squeezing a patting her pink cheeks as they quivered across his lap. Whap! Without warning, he brought his palm down firmly on Sarah’s jiggling rump. “You’re standing on the verge of a major breakthrough.” Whap! Sarah moaned and writhed. “Don’t fight your feelings, embrace them.” Whap! “Do you feel like a naughty little girl, Sarah?”
“Yes! Oh yes!” she cried before bursting into tears.
Whap! “Good.” Whap! “You should feel that way, because that’s the way you act most of the time, isn’t it Sarah?”
She couldn’t answer at first, but after a few more spanks, she heard herself blurting “Yes, doctor, I’m a naughty little girl!” through her sobs.
It wasn’t that the spanking was overly painful that made her cry. It was the feelings of shame and total helplessness, knowing that she was totally under the Doctor’s control, knowing that he had the power to dole out whatever punishment she needed... and the knowledge that he was right. Sarah knew deep down that she was a naughty little girl, and only the attentions of a man like Dr. Stone were enough to keep her in line.
And suddenly, before she knew it, the spanking was over. She hung limply over his lap for a moment, bare bottom sizzling. Dr. Stone rubbed her pink cheeks softly. “It’s ok, honey,” he whispered gently. “It’s all over now. You took your spanking like a good girl.”
He helped her to her feet. Standing in front of him, Sarah reached back and rubbed her sore tushy, trying to ease the sting. She knew her panties were at half-mast, knew that she was totally exposed to him from the waist down. But standing there, still sniffling a bit, desperately trying to rub the sting from her derriere, her modesty hardly seemed to matter. She stared at him, her eyes big and green and wet. She didn’t know what to say.
Dr. Stone reached out toward her. She stiffened, but managed to remain still as his arms encircled her small waist. Sarah trembled as she felt his hands replace hers on her bare bottom, so strong and sure, rubbing away the sting. She gave a low, moaning whimper.
“Come here, sweetheart,” he said, pulling her in close. Sarah eagerly climbed into his lap. It was embarrassing to be treated like this— first spanked, now sitting in his lap, his hands, the same hands that had brought the rosy blush to her bare butt in the first place, massaging away the warm prickle. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so utterly, helplessly infantile.
“AHH! Oooo....” She gasped and sighed. Nestling herself into his chest, she laid her head on his shoulder and tried to relax.
“That’s a good girl. You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you Sarah?”
“Uh-huh,” she sighed. And it was true; she did want to be a good girl.
“I think we’ll move your future appointments to the end of the day, Sarah,” he told her, continuing to cuddle, “so that we can be sure you’re getting the attention you need. Ok, honey?”
“Whatever you say, doctor,” she said in a tiny voice.

The drive home on her tender rear end convinced her to go out and get a nice, soft pillow for her car seat first thing the next morning.
Sarah came through her front door stiffly, her ass still sore from her appointment. Closing the door behind her, she gingerly made her way down the hall and into her bedroom. Standing in front of the mirror, she stripped herself to her panties once more and forced herself to examine her image in the mirror.
Reflected in the frame was a gorgeous, sexy young woman, her features lovely and delicate, her hair the color of spun gold, her breasts firm and proud, her skin pale and soft as a newborn’s. She was, she knew, everything a man could ever want in a woman...
Except that below the waist, she was sporting a pair of panties that looked like they’d been stolen from Baby Gap. She imagined taking a man back to her place for an evening of passion, only to realize, to her horror, that she’s forgotten to change out of her little girl panties. She tries to stop him from undressing her, but it’s too late; before she knows it, her humiliating secret is out.
His sexual advances go from full speed to zero, as though the pink panties were a bright red traffic light. Sensing that she’s nothing but a little girl playing in big-girl clothes, her fantasy lover punishes her with a spanking before sending her off to bed for the evening...
She turned around to examine her bottom in the mirror. Two wide bands of red flesh peeped out through her leg-holes. Idly rubbing her sore little derrière, she moved to the corner of the room, where she kept a ridged, uncomfortable chair. Turning her back to it, she took a deep breath before she sat down forcefully.
She gasped, the pain shooting through her backside like a bolt of lightning. “Oww!” she gasped. “Oh...Ooo... mmm” she murmured and groaned as she wiggled her bottom, rubbing her pantied butt against the hard, uncomfortable seat to savour the sting...
She snuck her hand into the front of her panties and began playing with herself...

Phase 3

A year passed.
Sitting in Dr. Stone’s office, Sarah beamed brightly as he lavished praise on her for all her progress. It was true... one year later, Sarah was a changed woman, humble, polite, hard-working and considerate. She had enrolled in university again, was working part-time, and maintained a modest apartment. Her mood swings and brattyness had all but disappeared, she felt better than she ever had in her life... and she owed it all to Dr. Stone and his program.
Sarah would have been utterly mortified to have to admit to anyone else that she owed her success to oversized little girl underpants and getting her bare-butt spanked every week by her attractive, older therapist. But it was true... Her sessions had become confessionals, where she could confide all her fears, desires, and, most importantly, her sins, before finding absolution over Dr. Stone’s lap. Sitting on his knee afterwards, she always felt clean and ready to re-enter the world.
“I must say, I’m very pleased with your progress, Sarah,” he told her. “You’ve come a long way since you first walked through that door.”
“Thank you, Dr. Stone,” she replied with a slight blush. When she began coming to her sessions, Sarah’s attitude toward Dr. Stone had been very informal: she joked with him, played the brat, pouted and flirted brazenly. It was funny: though their relationship was more intimate now than it had ever been, the thought of being informal—of being immature in front of him—filled her with shame. She was determined to prove her womanhood to him.
At the same time, she luxuriated in the “little girl treatment,” and had no intention of stopping. In fact, even as she lay awake at night rubbing away the warm, pink glow of her spanked bottom, Sarah often found herself wanting more...
“Having said that,” he began seriously, “There is always the possibility of a backslide. I’d hate to see that happen here, Sarah. I know how hard you’ve worked to change.”
She nodded solemnly, eyes wide.
“Therapy is like any other type of medicine: over time, you begin to develop a tolerance and it becomes necessary to up the dose. With that in mind... I’d like to start you on phase three today.”
Sarah felt an excited thrill pulsating through her body. “What is...?”
“I’m sorry,” he told her, taking a stack of forms from his desk, “I can’t discuss the details of the treatment until you’ve signed the usual confidentiality agreement and waivers...”
Snatching the papers, she hastily scribbled her name and practically threw them back at him.
Dr. Stone grinned. “Always a pleasure to see a patient so eager about their treatment,” he said with a chuckle.
She looked up at him, pale and nervous. “When do we start?” she asked, a small tremor in her voice.
“As soon as we’re finished with your spanking, dear,” Dr. Stone said, patting his lap with a grin. Sarah slowly rose from her seat. She stood by his side, hesitated for only a moment, then draped herself over his lap. He placed his hand on the back of her skirt; Sarah took deep breaths and tried not to squirm on his lap as he started rubbing her butt through the seat. Whap! She sighed softly at the now familiar tingle began to spread across her upturned backside.
“Of course, you’re much better behaved these days,” Dr. Stone conceded, settling into a brisk, rhythmic spanking on Sarah’s delectable bottom, “but I think a girl like you can never have too many reminders, can she, Sarah?”
“Uh-Uh,” Sarah concurred, relishing each swat and the way it made her dainty rump jiggle and the icy-hot prickle that came with it.
“That’s what I thought you’d say,” Dr. Stone chuckled, raising her skirt to expose her lacy panties.
Whap whap whap whap! Sarah’s smile grew wider with each swat. Periodically, he would stop and give her pink tushy a gentle squeeze, or trace a finger up her butt-crack through her panties. Whap whap whap whap! She bit her lip and fought back a groan. She hoped he wouldn’t notice how moist her panties were getting.
He took her waistband at the back and pulled it out a bit. It snapped back against her pink tushy, drawing a squeal. Dr. Stone chuckled. “Time to take these down, baby,” he whispered, tugging her frilly undies down to her knees in one swift move.
She gasped and blushed, the sudden breeze against her bare butt giving her a charge of erotic embarrassment. She lay across his lap, positively glowing from the doctor’s spanking, radiating warm, loving contentment from every pore. How could phase three be any better than this? she wondered idly, delighting in the small sensations: the tingle across her butt, the warmth of his lap beneath her, the warm throb between her legs.
He slowed, finishing her spanking. She lay across his lap, limp, more relaxed than she’d felt all week, luxuriating at the way the doctor rubbed and stroked her tushy. She purred and squirmed over his knee, powerfully, achingly aroused.
“Alright Sarah, stand up,” he said, encouraging her with a couple of firm pats to her blushing derrière.
She climbed to her feet, standing in front of him with her panties hanging around her knees. After rubbing the dull ache in her bottom for a moment, she bent to retrieve her panties.
“No.” Dr. Stone’s voice was so firm it froze her in place. “Take them down, Sarah.”
She hesitated, but one look at Dr. Stone and she was positive he wasn’t kidding. She allowed the silky panties to drop around her ankles.
“Now the rest.”
She felt an implosion of embarrassment in the pit of her stomach, but it wasn’t enough to stop her from dropping her skirt, unbuttoning her shirt, and slipping off her bra. In minutes, she stood before him, pink and naked in the afternoon light. He rose and gently took her hand. “Come here, Sarah.”
He led her across the room. Sarah padded nude behind him on the carpet toward the door behind his desk.
She had always half-wondered about that door. Until now, she’d always just assumed that it was a closet.
But when he took the key out of his pocket, her curiosity was piqued. What could he possibly have behind that locked door?
He smiled at her and turned the key in the lock. “Welcome to the playroom, Sarah,” he said with a smile and opened the door.
Sarah could hardly believe her eyes: the room beyond was decorated in soft pinks and yellows. On the wallpaper, powder-blue bunnies frolicked in green fields. The floor was littered with stuffed animals, rattles, and building blocks.
He ushered her through the door with a couple of pats to her bare bottom.
Sarah was stupefied. She began to ask Dr. Stone the reason for this room, which seemed so bizarre and out of place, when she noticed how large the playpen in the center of the room was. The bars were almost five feet high, the pen accessible via a latching door on one side. The crib in the corner was a twin bed, with a similar set of extra-high bars all around it. The changing table next to it looked more like an examining table from a doctor’s office.
It was a giant nursery. Just right, she realized, for a baby about her size.
It was almost funny, but Sarah didn’t feel like laughing. Standing here, in this strange room, naked, her bare, spanked bottom exposed to the world, she felt a building nervousness.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when Dr. Stone put his hand on her shoulder. “Come on, Sarah,” he said gently, leading her toward the changing table.
She dragged her feet. “I’m not sure about this,” she said warily. Her heart was pounding in her chest; the situation was taking on the qualities of a nightmare.
“Come now, Sarah. It’s time to get you ready for phase three. Come on, sweetheart, up you go,” he said, delivering a few encouraging pats to her bare, jiggling backside. Sarah reluctantly climbed up on the table and lay face down, pouting, her lovely, curvy buns glowing bright pink behind her. She squirmed on her tummy apprehensively, unsure of what exactly she had gotten herself into.
She gasped and moaned at the feel of Dr. Stone drizzling warm oil across her shoulder blades, pouring it ever so slowly along her spine and down the crack of her ass. She shuddered and sighed as his hands took up their position on her shoulders, rubbing the pink skin firmly, but gently. Sarah could feel the tension melting away, her muscles melting like butter at his touch. She lay on her tummy as still as she could, murmuring softly to herself as the massage continued. Over her shoulders, down her back, his hands finally came to a rest on her bare, upturned butt. Sarah groaned and giggled gently to herself as Dr. Stone kneaded, rubbed and squeezed her naked, spanked tushy until it glistened, pink and delicious, in the dim light.
She groaned when the massage finished. Sarah heard movement. She could feel the doctor standing behind her. “Time to take your temperature, Sarah,” he said gently.
Her eyes popped open. She checked over her shoulder. Dr. Stone stood next to her, shaking down a thermometer. She felt a sudden chill, her heart jack hammering in her chest. “In my butt?!” she half cried.
“That’s the most accurate way, honey.”
“NNOOO!” she squealed, reaching back to cover her buns with both hands.
“Yes,” he insisted firmly, taking her wrists and pinning her hands to her lower back. “You be a good girl, Sarah, or I might have to spank you again.” Placing the thermometer on a nearby table, he demonstrated, delivering a series of teasing, but stingy spanks on her upturned derrière. Lying prone on the table, Sarah could do nothing but giggle and squeal helplessly as Dr. Stone once again brought an embarrassing blush to her butt.
“You lay there like a good girl,” he said firmly as he finished. Taking a tube of KY, he made sure the thermometer was well lubed. “Just relax, honey,” he told the squirming Sarah. Using one hand to separate her buns, he ran the cool, greasy tube down her oily butt-crack to the entrance of her cute, puckered anus.
She half squealed, half moaned as he pushed the tube home. Sarah squirmed, her sphincter throbbing around the cool glass of the thermometer. The feeling wasn’t uncomfortable—in fact, she would have described it as a tickling sensation. But the shame of the situation—lying there, face down, while her handsome doctor checked her temperature rectally like a naughty, bratty child, brought a blush to her face.
The minutes crawled by, each second feeling like an eternity to Sarah. Lying there, spanked, thermometer peeking out from between her buns, Dr. Stone’s warm, wonderful hand resting on her tush, Sarah thought that she’d never felt more delightfully babyish in her whole life.
She had no idea, how long she lay like that, but eventually, Dr. Stone gave her gleaming tushy a pat. “I think we’re just about done, sweetheart.” He took the cold tube and pulled it out quickly, making Sarah gasp. Dr. Stone studied the thermometer. “Everything seems alright here,” he said casually. Sarah wondered how he could be so laid-back when he’d just finished taking her temperature like a helpless little baby.
“Ok, precious, time to turn over.” She groaned, not wanting it to end. “C’mon, honey; let’s go,” he encouraged, giving her a quick spank for emphasis. Soon, Sarah lay on her back looking up at him with wary exhaustion. Between the massage and her embarrassing temperature-taking, the fight had been taken out of her. Sarah resigned herself to laying here and allowing Dr. Stone to have his way with her. She was not only naked, but totally exposed: lying squirming on the table, there was no part of her the doctor now lacked immediate access to.
The thought made her shiver. She squeezed her eyes shut.
“Hold still, Sarah.” She smelt the talcum powder before she felt it raining down lightly on her. She squirmed, suppressing a giggle; it tickled as he dusted it up and down her front from her feet to her chest.
“Legs up,” he said, taking her feet and lifting her legs, exposing her bottom and giving it a sprinkle of powder. She squealed when he patted it into her upturned cheeks. This whole treatment had been embarrassing, but her feelings of helplessness made it easier for her to process.
He lowered her back to the table. Sarah felt immediately that something had been slid underneath her. She opened her eyes, just in time to see Dr. Stone pull the thick, cloth diaper up between her legs. “Hold still, honey,” he admonished, pinning the soft, fluffy pamper into place.
Sarah bolted up in bed and stared down at herself in disbelief. Part of her had known all along that this was coming, but it was still a shock. She looked up at Dr. Stone in shock, unable to process what had been done to her. Seeing this man she’d desired for over a year now grinning at her as she sat naked but for a ridiculous, bulbous diaper that he’d pinned onto her brought a fiery blush to her cheeks. “But... Dr. Stone, I... I...” She found herself near tears, “I don’t need a d-d-d-diaper!”
“Diapers will remind you of a simpler time,” he explained patiently, tugging a pair of girlish baby panties up over the pamper. “It’ll help you relax.”
She could only sit passively as he finished dressing her. When he’d finished, she was wearing a pink baby nightie that exposed most of her diaper beneath, and a frilly pink bonnet.
Dr. Stone helped her off the table and led her over to the far side of the room. “See how cute you look?” he asked, standing her in front of the mirror.
Sarah stared, her face growing redder by the second. In just a matter of minutes, she’d been reduced from a sexy, young woman to a helpless, over-grown toddler in diapers. She stared at herself until she couldn’t stand it anymore. She begged Dr. Stone to let her be a big girl again, but the doctor was firm. “As your doctor, I think a little diaper down-time is exactly what you need.”
Sarah didn’t know what came over her, but soon her bottom lip was quivering and she began to sniffle. “But I don’t wanna wear a diaper!” she whined petulantly before bursting into tears.
Dr. Stone, somewhat shocked by this outburst, put his hands on her shoulders. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
She struggled to find the words. She couldn’t articulate the vague fear that gripped her—the fear that she‘d never be able to go back to being a woman again. But even that wasn’t it entirely. She stood in front of him, sobbing softly for over a minute. Finally, she looked up at him and forced herself to speak. “I wanted you to like me!” she blurted, following it up with another burst of tears.
“I do like you, honey!”
“No, No,” she bawled, “I mean, I wanted you to want to go to bed with me, but, but, you just think I’m a big baby and... and...”
She began sobbing again. Dr. Stone put his arms around her. “There there, precious,” he whispered, slipping a pacifier into a surprised Sarah’s mouth. “This is just a relaxation technique that’s all. Nobody thinks you’re really a baby.” He comforted her for a few more minutes.
“Come on, darling,” he coaxed once he’d gotten her calmed down. “Some time in the playpen will do you a world of good.”
Leading her over to the adult playpen, he opened the door, ushered her inside, and latched it closed behind her. Sarah gripped the bars firmly: she was trapped now until he decided she’d had enough. “Just relax for a bit, Sarah," he said as he made his way over to the door. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
He shut the door behind her, leaving Sarah on her own.
She took a seat on the floor and waited for his return. Board, she began cuddling a stuffed bear and was surprised by how reassured it made her feel. The floor of the playpen was padded, and soft, with comfy pillows strewed it. Sarah propped herself up and stared into space, sucking her soother, fondling her little bear, and struggling to process everything that had happened to her. Part of her wanted to strip off her embarrassing diapers, leave the office and never come back.
Another part wanted nothing more than to stay and be treated like a baby forever.
After a few minutes, the door opened, and Sarah was mortified to see Dr. Stone accompanied by his secretary Janet. Tears began leaking down her cheeks again as Janet crouched down to regard her through the bars of the playpen.
“Oh, doesn’t she look so cute?” she gushed to Dr. Stone. “You look so sweet, honey,” she giggled. She reached through the bars to caress Sarah’s cheek.
Sarah couldn’t believe Dr. Stone let Janet see her like this! Mortification flooded her body, and she almost felt like she was going to cry again.
Dr. Stone delivered a stinging crack to Janet’s seat, making her straighten and squeal. “That’s right, sweetheart; and you’re next!”
He ushered her over to the table, quickly stripped her (revealing the warm glow of a recently spanked bottom to Sarah), and lifted her onto the padded surface. From there, Janet was given the same treatment Sarah found herself subjected to just moments before. Sarah watched in fascination as Janet received a massage, had her temperature taken rectally, and finally, was powdered and pinned into diapers. Is that what I looked like? Sarah thought with a blush, watching Janet squirm on the table with a thermometer peeking out of her butt crack.
Minutes later she was placed into an outfit very similar to Sarah’s. Janet was taken over to the playpen and placed inside, the door latched tightly behind her. “You girls play nicely now,” he chuckled, making his way to the door, “I’ve got some paperwork to finish.”
Still in a state of shock, Sarah passively watched Janet crawl across the playpen, gurgling happily around her pacifier. Janet plopped down on her well-padded butt in front of her, took out her pacifier and beamed happily at her. “This is so great!” she surprised Sarah by throwing her arms around her and squeezing her tight. “Now we can be like sisters!”
Sarah played it over in her head: Her new family, with Dr. Stone as the father and she and Janet as his coddled, pampered little baby princesses. “We’ll be one big, happy family,” Janet gushed. She leaned forward and kissed Sarah sweetly on the mouth. “C’mon,” she squealed excitedly, “let’s play dolls!”
The girls played for a little while. Sarah overcame her initial self-consciousness and was surprised to find playing dolls very relaxing-- like a trip back to a simpler time.
She found herself studying Janet, savouring her complete regression from sexy young woman to overgrown infant, even as she grew more and more embarrassed at the knowledge that Janet’s regression mirrored her own. With her sexy legs bare between her ankles and the tops of her thighs, her ample bust straining against her nightie, her lovely, delicate features beneath her baby bonnet, there was no question that she was a beautiful, full-grown woman under that infantile attire—Just like me, Sarah thought, turning red.
Janet turned and caught her looking. “You are just too cute,” she murmured, crawling across the floor toward Sarah. “The cutest little baby sister a girl could ever want.”
She kissed Sarah again, slowly. Sarah felt herself being gently pushed back onto the floor. Janet lay next to her, touching her face softly. She flipped up the bottom of Sarah’s nightie and began gently prodding the front of her diapers. “I just know we’re going to have all sorts of fun together.”
They kissed and touched each other in the afternoon sun. Though she found herself getting aroused, to Sarah the situation didn’t seem sexual—they were merely sisters enjoying each other’s company.
Janet rubbed the front of Sarah’s diapers, making her squirm and giggle. Part of her resisted: how could she ever face herself in the mirror again after being brought to orgasm in diapers, in baby clothes, sitting in a giant playpen in a giant nursery? How could she willingly relinquish her adulthood like that?
The answer, as it turned out, was “quite easily”: she soon shivered on her back, an orgasm rushing over her like a stampede.
“Wasn’t that nice?” Janet asked, beaming as she bent to plant a kiss on Sarah’s forehead.
Sarah could only groan in response. A sudden exhaustion overcame her. Yawning and stretching, she drifted off to sleep, nestled on the floor of the playpen, just like a real baby.