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Doctor's Orders - Part 3
🕑 Added 2020-02-01 00:21:34 +0000 UTCHowdy, lovelies! Part 3 of Doctor's Orders, a Mercy/Brigitte fic I'm writing with my buddy Collars, is complete! Please enjoy the next installment~
Part One : http://www.furaffinity.net/view/34333253/
Part Two (By Collars) : https://www.furaffinity.net/view/34436964/
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Night had fallen by the time Brigitte began making her way down the increasingly familiar hallway towards Dr. Ziegler's office. Which was good, because very few people -if any- were also out wandering the halls, and it was less likely they'd catch her face turning increasing shades of red the closer she got to the medical bay.
The doctor had been proactive in scheduling a follow-up appointment, as promised. Brigitte was quick to respond: yes, she was still interested. Ears burning, she'd read the simple, cleverly innocuous instructions. 2200 hours, make sure to eat dinner and shower first. Both had proven difficult, with her stomach so full of butterflies, but she didn't want to disappoint the good doctor. Especially not while she was so kindly inviting Brigitte into her secret world.
As she rounded the final corner and the doctor's office came into view, her skin felt electrified. She could feel every fiber of clothing rubbing against her, giving her goosebumps. Her face burned with a mixture of emotions that were hard to identify. Excitement? Embarrassment? Nerves?
She paused just outside the door, hand hovering over the opening mechanism. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
Was she really about to walk into that office and ask for a spanking?
Before she could give herself an answer, the door whirred open, granting her entry. Just within the threshold stood Dr. Ziegler, a small stack of folders and papers cradled in her arms. Her face broke into a soft smile at the sight of the young engineer.
"Ah, good evening, Brigitte," she trilled. "You're right on time."
Brigitte chuckled anxiously. "E-evening, Dr. Ziegler."
"No need to be nervous. Please, relax. We go at whatever pace is most comfortable for you."
Dr. Ziegler's blunt, no-nonsense control of the conversation put Brigitte strangely at ease. She took a deep breath and felt some of the tension billow out of her, like steam. "Thank you. This is all so new."
"I understand," the doctor chimed, stepping through the doorway. "Come, follow me."
She took off at a brisk walk down the hallway in a different direction than where Brigitte had approached. The engineer trailed behind her like a puppy as Dr. Ziegler shuffled her collection of files.
"I'd originally wanted to see you in my office," she explained, "But I think it best if we retire someplace more comfortable. My living quarters are away from everyone else's, so as to be closer to my patients during periods of high intake. The privacy will be better so you can relax and reap the benefits from your treatment without fear of being disturbed."
Brigitte laughed quietly. "You make it sound so... medical."
"I am a doctor, after all. And I do genuinely believe in the healing power of this procedure."
"You do seem more relaxed," Brigitte replied. And it was true- the doctor seemed much more composed. A far cry from the night Brigitte had found her crying.
"I am," Dr. Ziegler offered Brigitte a gentle smile. "All thanks to you. Here we are!"
They stopped in front of a small doorway. The doctor shifted her papers to one arm, placing her other hand on the pad next to her door. The pad flashed bright blue and the heavy, reinforced door gave way to an entryway. The doctor stepped back to let Brigitte through, and the lights inside flickered on as she entered. The living quarters were remarkably plush, Brigitte thought, for a military base, and looked much more akin to a luxury camper than it did a barracks.
The engineer whistled as she took it all in. "Wow, this looks nothing like my room!"
Dr. Ziegler smiled as she set the papers down on her counter. "Being the head of medical has its advantages."
"I'll say!"
"It's a bit small in here, but the bedroom is large enough for what I have in mind. You can leave your jacket on the table, there. Do you need a moment to think, or are you ready?"
Brigitte's blush returned as her heart lept into her throat. "O-oh. I guess I'm ready...?"
"Excellent. Go to the bedroom at the back and wait for me there. I'll only be a moment."
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The bedroom was very easy to find in Dr. Ziegler's linear quarters. The entire home was exactly as clean as Brigitte imagined a doctor's home would be, with not a thing out of place or a speck of dust to be found. The ceiling was slightly higher than the rest of the quarters, with soft lighting inlaid on the top of the storage cabinets ringing the small room. Very posh, in a minimal way.
Brigitte's attention was immediately grabbed by the array of items laid out neatly on the two poster bed that dominated the middle of the room. Some she recognized from the doctor's desk drawer, like the paddle Brigitte had used the night she'd found the doctor in a bad way. Some she barely recognized, like a long, thin rod with a curve at one end... and some were simply household items, like a flat-backed hairbrush. Were all these... for tonight?
Her nerves winding tighter, Brigitte nearly jumped when she felt a gentle but firm hand on her shoulder, guiding her aside so the doctor could pass. She'd taken off her long white coat to reveal a burgundy turtleneck with the shoulders bare, and had changed into a well-fitted pair of black, spandex shorts that hugged her curves. She crossed her arms, leaning against one of the bed's posts. The look she gave Brigitte as she peered into the engineer's face made her feel slightly dizzy.
"So. I'm curious, Brigitte. What about spanking piqued your interest?"
Brigitte flushed. Words briefly escaped her, then flooded out. "The... first time? You spanked me? I didn't like it much at all. It was painful and embarrassing. But afterward... things just... clicked. You know? I was seeing things differently. My projects started going right. Things that hadn't worked before started to sort of... come together. I was approaching things analytically, taking my time, instead of rushing myself, constantly feeling pressured to preform. I didn't really understand it. I still don't. But after that night, where you asked ME to spank YOU... I mean, look at you. A couple days ago, I was worried you were going off the deep end. But now you're so... composed. Calm. There's gotta be something to it, ja?"
The doctor nodded solemnly. "Spanking has a clarifying nature to it. When done correctly, it helps promote the production of a series of hormones in the body that relieve the physical effects of negative emotions like frustration, and helps the subject relax. My intention during that initial session was purely oriented towards discouraging continued reckless behavior... but I'm pleased to hear you experienced clarity afterwards. That is personally what I enjoy about it as well."
Brigitte blushed. "I didn't really make the connection until the other night. As soon as you said you liked it to relieve stress, it all made sense. But I think the thing I'm the most confused about is... you looked so happy, towards the end."
The doctor smiled again- this time, a coy look creeping into her eyes. She tilted her head, sensing an unfinished thought and welcoming her to finish it.
"Uh... ha, this feels so dumb to say..."
"Tell me." The tone in the doctor's voice made Brigitte shiver ever so slightly.
"I just don't understand how someone could like being... you know. Spanked!"
The look on Dr. Ziegler's face was very much like a predator toying with a small mouse as she stepped closer to Brigitte, placing a soft, silky hand on her cheek. "I can help you understand how."
A shiver tore up and down Brigitte's spine despite the warmth that seemed to radiate in the room. Her eyes dropped to the floor as a nervous, breathy laugh escaped her lips.
"Angela-"
"Look at me, Brigitte."
She could feel a soft pressure under her chin, encouraging her to look up. Which she did, staring straight into the doctor's stunning blue eyes. They were burning with an intensity Brigitte had never before seen, yet exuded a tenderness that made Brigitte's heart swell. She fought the urge to look away, despite the strong instinct.
"Do you trust me to show you?"
Brigitte did. Wholeheartedly. She nodded, even as the memory of the first spanking, and of how she'd wriggled beneath the doctor's unrelenting hand and belt, flashed in her mind's eye.
A smile cracked the doctor's face, and she laid a kiss on Brigitte's forehead that seemed to trickle down her body, filling her with warmth. The engineer smiled back, nerves temporarily calmed as Dr. Ziegler's hand fell from her cheek onto her shoulder, down her arm, and found her own. She stepped back and sat on the bed, pulling Brigitte gently but firmly along with her. Brigitte did her best not to stare over the doctor's head at the neat line of items laid out across the sheets.
"Tonight, we will just be getting acquainted to my tools- find out what you do and don't like, and seeing where your comfort level is. Understood?"
Brigitte swallowed hard. "Uh, yes. Understood!"
"Good girl. We'll leave your clothes on for now."
She sat up, guiding Brigitte over to her right side and turned her towards her legs before patting her knees. "Bend over."
Brigitte was shocked the doctor couldn't hear her heartbeat pounding away as she clumsily bent down to lay over her lap, draped over her legs like an errant schoolgirl. The doctor shifted, pulling Brigitte over her lap until she was exactly where the doctor wanted her. Bracing her hands on the floor, she blushed heavily as she felt the doctor's soft hand on her buttocks, resting.
"We will start with a warm-up spanking to help get the blood flowing and ease you into things. If you become unable to hold this position, you will tell me and we will make adjustments. Understood?"
"Understood," Brigitte replied through her forest of auburn bangs. She wish she'd thought to put them up with the rest of her hair.
The doctor began to rub her bottom, which made Brigitte's head swim. "If at any time you say 'Blackwatch', the spanking will stop. I expect you to be honest and use it if you need to. No feeling like you have to impress me. If I find out you genuinely wanted to use it but didn't, I will be very disappointed in you. Is that understood?"
"Yes."
"Good. Let us begin."
Brigitte felt the hand lift from her bottom and smack down on her right cheek. She jumped a little at the sound, louder than she expected it to be, but settled quickly as the next blow came down and she realized the sound was all she had to deal with. Her leggings were doing an excellent job of cushioning the smacks. This isn't so bad, Brigitte thought to herself, relaxing into position even as the doctor continued to apply loud whacks to her rear end. They were occasionally punctuated by soft rubs at her bouncy cheeks, which made her wiggle slightly. The alternating types of pressure seemed synergetic, and all thoughts of embarrassment at her precarious position bent over the doctor's lap were pushed out of her mind. A faint thought occurred to her. This wasn't what she'd expected. She wanted more.
Just as she began to acknowledge and accept the notion, the smacks stopped. A soft, almost imperceptible whine eked past her lips, surprising her. The doctor giggled in response, which caused the flush to return to Brigitte's face.
"Feeling good?" Dr. Ziegler asked, rubbing Brigitte's ass.
"Y-yes, Doctor," Brigitte replied, breathless.
"Good," she purred.
Brigitte felt the hand at her cheeks rove upward, then a thumb inserting itself into the waistband of her leggings. The engineer sucked in her breath as Dr. Ziegler gently pulled them down, mercifully leaving Brigitte's panties in place.
The panties were less effective at blocking the sting from the doctor's hand, though she could tell the doctor wasn't using her full force. The sting was light, manageable- a completely different feeling from the disciplinary spanking she'd earned the other day. Dr. Ziegler kept a steady pace, her hand working its way around Brigitte's ample bottom at random. Smack! Smack! Smack!
Suddenly, a sharper, harder whack landed on her right cheek, the stinging hand resting on her buttock where it struck. Brigitte inhaled sharply, but relaxed. As if encouraged by this response, the doctor resumed, the blows coming in a little harder and faster now. The heat was beginning to build across Brigitte's bottom, causing her to wiggle like she had been when the doctor had been rubbing her ass.
It seemed like forever, yet not nearly long enough, when the doctor once again paused, rubbing her cheeks. When Brigitte didn't protest, she hooked her thumb into the elastic of the engineer's panties and slowly pulled them down. A little too slowly, Brigitte thought, wiggling again as cool air wafted against her warm skin.
Almost as if the doctor was teasing her.
This time, there was no conversation- there was no need. The silence spoke loudly of the mutual consent hanging comfortably in the air as the doctor once again raised her hand and brought it down sharply against Brigitte's pinkening ass cheeks.
The engineer gasped audibly at the sensation. Dr. Ziegler began spanking her fast and hard, bringing the bouncing buttocks under her hand from a cherry petal pink to a bright, maraschino red. Brigitte was finding it difficult to keep still, bucking her hips against the doctor's surprisingly solid thighs. Finding no relief, she instinctively reached back with her right hand, only to have it caught in the doctor's free hand.
Then, the spanking paused.
"Do you want to use the safe word?" the doctor asked.
Brigitte released a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. She took a moment to catch her breath, then shook her head. "N-no..."
The doctor twisted Brigitte's arm behind her back before bringing a series of especially sharp, painful smacks raining down onto her thighs, causing her to yelp.
"Reaching back is not allowed. In the future, I will punish you for doing so. Understood?"
"Y-Yes!"
Dr. Ziegler released Brigitte's hand, which fell back to the floor. She began rubbing the engineer's bottom again, massaging the skin. Brigitte couldn't decide whether it felt good or bad, the pain ebbing and flowing as if the doctor was dispersing the heat into the deeper tissue of her buttocks. They stayed like this until Brigitte's soft whimpers turned to quiet keening moans.
"Are you ready?" Dr. Ziegler asked quietly.
"I-I think so..."
"That's a good girl. Up you get, then."
Brigitte dragged herself off of the doctor's lap, her ass burning evenly all across its surface. Truth be told, she'd forgotten about the tools on the bed during the expertly-administered hand spanking. Resisting the urge to rub her sizzling skin lest she incur another lesson in etiquette, she waited patiently as the doctor stretched her legs and stood. She reached across the bed and line of items to grab a pillow, laying it at the foot of the bed.
"Lay down across the bed, with the pillow under your hips."
The engineer did as she was told with no small amount of trepidation as the doctor crossed behind her. As she settled into position, she could feel the doctor kneel beside her on the bed between her and the line of items. She rubbed her back.
"Comfortable?"
"Y-yes doctor."
"Excellent. We'll start with the paddle."
"Okay."
"No reaching back. If you need to stop, you will safeword instead. If you try to cover yourself, this will turn into a punishment." The doctor tapped her bottom lightly with the paddle. "Understood?"
Brigitte blushed hard, remembering the punishment she'd endured in the doctor's office. Strangely, the threat gave her goosebumps. Still, she didn't feel like going through that again, nor disappointing the doctor.
"Yes, doctor... I'm sorry."
"Quite alright, darling. It's a natural response, but I don't want to injure your hands accidentally if you reach back mid-spanking. It's for your own good."
Another series of taps rapped against Brigitte's backside, this time, an eager staccato. Brigitte took a deep breath, doing her best to relax down into the soft bedsheets.
"We'll start with five strokes from the small paddle. I believe you are familiar with this particular little tool, on the other side of things."
Though Brigitte couldn't see the doctor's face, she could hear the cheeky smile leaking into the declaration, which caused her own face to crack into a grin. She wiggled her hips back and forth, signalling her readiness.
WHACK!
Brigitte sucked in sharply, tensing as the doctor landed another blow. CRACK! Then another. WHACK! Then two more, in quick succession. WHAP! SMACK!
The engineer grasped at the bedsheets, pulling at the cloth and resisting the growing urge to reach back. Her hips bucked into the pillows with each strike. The doctor put down the paddle and rubbed Brigitte's bottom.
"Your buttocks are a lovely shade of red," the doctor purred, a hint of admiration in her voice. "What did you think of the paddle?"
"It's... intense," Brigitte said, panting. "I don't know how you handled me spanking you with it so hard!"
"Practice," the doctor replied. There was a shuffling sound as she picked up the next item, rapping it against Brigitte's ass. It felt hard, wide, and cool to the touch. "Now for the hairbrush. Ready?"
Brigitte hummed thoughtfully, then nodded, steeling herself.
CRACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHAP! WHACK! Five blows fell in quick succession, hard and smart, alternating cheeks. Brigitte writhed, her skin burning. She moaned, legs kicking a bit. She heard the doctor laughing, which made her smile again through her parted lips. She liked hearing the doctor having fun with this, and quite frankly, she was having fun too. This session felt playful, much different from her punishment.
"I- think I prefer this to being disciplined," Brigitte said quietly, hugging the bulk of the sheets that had built up between her arms. The doctor's hand returned, massaging the sting away and pushing the burn deeper into her buttocks. Brigitte moaned, a hungry sound. Her ass wasn't the only thing that was starting to burn, either- the space between her legs was pulsing. She buried her face in the sheets.
"I can tell," the doctor murmured.
Her hand gently roamed to the bottom cleft of Brigitte's buttocks, to where they met her plump thighs. Her fingertips brushed against the sensitive skin there before pulling up the length of the split in Brigitte's cheeks. They carried a hint of her wetness onto the dry skin, causing the engineer to blush deeply and whine into the sheets clasped against her mouth. Behind her, the doctor grinned coyly, a knowing smile, before retracting her touch and taking up another implement. Tapping it against Brigitte's tender skin earned another moan.
"The ruler now," the doctor said.
This time, she didn't ask whether Brigitte was ready. Instead, she doled out another five strikes, making sure to place the brunt of it across both cheeks at once. The engineer arched her back, sucking in air, resisting the growing urge to cover her bottom. The ruler was sharper than the hairbrush and paddle. The doctor made sure to plant each strike in the same area- right in the cleft of Brigitte's glowing red bottom, where the wetness was growing. Each smack pushed waves of pleasure across her skin, making her writhe in a combination of pleasure and pain. Brigitte was starting to break out in a light sweat, and she could hear the doctor's own breathlessness, barely audible between the flurry of spanks.
Her hand returned to massaging Brigitte's rear end. "How are you feeling?"
Brigitte gasped as her hand strayed back to that delicious spot at the bottom of her ass. "Amazing..."
"We've only one more implement now- the cane. Are you ready?"
"Y-yes..." Brigitte slumped against the pillows, whining as the doctor pulled her hand away once again. This time, the doctor stood, picking up the long rod and swishing it through the air, where it made a worrisome whirring noise that caused Brigitte to clench her cheeks.
"Relax," the doctor whispered to her. "Five strokes. Be a good girl for me and count them aloud."
"Yes, Doctor..."
Brigitte could see the shadow of the doctor cast on the opposite wall, and watched as she raised her arm high in the air, the length of the cane poised directly above the shadow of her rounded rump. The sight took her breath away before she buried her head in the sheets, clutching them tightly.
THWICK!
Unlike the other implements, the cane's bite took a moment to properly sink in. When it did, it tore at her skin, blazing hot, like an iron had been pressed against her. She jolted upward, calling out: "ONE!"
As soon as she'd counted, another strike came down. WHIRR-THWICK!
"TWO!"
WHIR-THWICK!
"THREEEEE!" Brigitte pushed against the pillows, hips bucking, as if they were trying to crawl away on their own.
WHIR-THWICK!
"FOUR!" She gritted her teeth, trying to will away the fire licking at her buttocks.
WHIR-THWACK!
Brigitte gasped audibly, her mind going blank as if the final strike had hit a reset button. She fell slack against the sheets, whimpering, wiggling, her legs parting and closing as the cane's bite seared into her backside. She sniffled as the doctor sat back down. Instead of massaging her ass, she could feel delicate fingers tucking wayward wisps of her hair behind her ear. A light, affectionate kiss on the top of her head brought her back into reality, and she heaved a sigh. "F-five..."
A hand on her shoulder encouraged her to rise, which she did, instinctively crawling into the doctor's waiting lap. She sniffled against her shoulder as Dr. Ziegler murmured platitudes into her ear.
"Good girl, Brigitte. You are such a good, brave girl, you did beautifully..."
Even with her ass burning, Brigitte managed to smile. Those words felt incredible. Sweet, delicious, like she couldn't get enough as the doctor rocked her in her arms, petting her body. After a few moments, Brigitte could feel the doctor's cool hand at her chin, pulling her gaze up so they could once again lock eyes. Before the doctor could say anything, Brigitte closed the short distance between them, placing a delicate kiss on her lips. They were soft, plump, like ripe fruit. For a moment, the doctor seemed surprised- then, she closed her eyes, reaching up to the back of Brigitte's head and grabbing her hair, pushing them gently together as she returned the kiss- wet, sweet, and full of adoration.
When they finally pulled apart, they both laughed. Dr. Ziegler's hand began slowly trailing down Brigitte's neckline.
"If you're ready," the doctor murmured, her manicured nails tickling down Brigitte's skin, causing her to gasp. "I think it's time I taught you what happens to good girls after their spanking..."
