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bully-spanked-by-dr-zhang
For almost her entire life, Kira Zhang could remember being bullied. In grade school, it was by her classmates for being poorer than they were and for having a father who was a truck driver. By middle school, Kira was ridiculed for being studious ("nerd!" and having glasses. When she reached high school and college, the topics of the insults shifted to her mixed racial heritage (her being half-Chinese, half-Caucasian) and various aspects of her physical appearance (being six feet or 183 cm in height). Bullying is never easy to deal with, but over time, Kira learned to tune these people out. She was proud of her parents for everything they had sacrificed to help her get ahead, and proud of her heritage, achieving a fluent command of her father's native Mandarin. She knew the insults being thrown at her were by small-minded people whose opinions simply did not matter. And by the time she reached medical school, the bullying had (mostly) ceased. Still, there was one insult that could be thrown her way that could reliably make her see red, and that was the topic of her chest. When she had gone through puberty, rather than growing out and up, she had just grown up. Nearly her full adult height by age 14, she nonetheless had not developed much in the way of her breasts, and was distraught at age 20 when her doctor informed her that, absent implants, she would likely remain an AA-cup for life. Comments about her breasts were one of the few topics of insult that her bullies honed in on as being able to reliably get a rise out of her. That was until she faced her only disciplinary issue in high school where she blackened the eye of a senior who called her flat. One hell of a swing, and most of her bullies left her alone after that. Thankfully, medical students had better things to do than insult another student, and she was mostly left alone. A classmate once made a comment to her about "studying for her boards" in a way that Kira could have interpreted as an insult, but she let go. Thankfully, the staff at St. Adrian's was nothing like high school. Dr. Margaux Roy and Nurse Fatima Rind were both supportive to her, and would never dream of disparaging her appearance. And all students there know better than to insult teachers or staff. Staff, but not another student.
It was an uneventful Tuesday when Dr. Zhang made her way to the office. Dr. Roy was off for the day, so it would be just hear and Fatima. She had a few physical exams throughout the day, and of course any walk-ins from students dealing with the usual issues. Cramps, ingrown hairs, migraines. Maybe she would have to administer an enema or two. And perhaps a student would try faking sickness to get out of class. Of course, she and her coworkers were excellent at sussing out fakes, and no student dared faking twice after the punishment they endured for doing so once. As she walked down the corridor, mentally reminding herself to check supplies and reorder more gloves and dental dams, she heard some chattering. She recognized the first voice as bossy and demeaning in a Sussex accent: Abby, her 9:00 AM appointment. And she heard the second voice, more demure and withdrawn New Englander: Candice, her 10:00 AM appointment.
"Awww, look at you in your cute little vest and knickers, with your minge hair poking out. When I walked in here I was wondering when they started letting boys join this school."
"Abby, stop, please!"
"Or what? You going to go back and cry? It's not my fault you're as flat as an iron. Maybe if you're very lucky, I can teach you how to attract a man despite those little mosquito bites. Perhaps you can learn to suck dick or take it up the arse like a champ. There's sure to be at least one man desperate enough to fuck your bottom."
And that was all Dr. Zhang needed to hear. Bullying was strictly against the rules at St. Adrian's and Zhang was not inclined to let Abby off. While Zhang preferred to talk things over with students, using words and embarrassing punishments rather than spanking, this was one area in which "mercy" was a dirty word. Before Abby knew what had happened, Zhang had grabbed her, lifted her vest, dropped her panties, pulled her over her knees, and started swatting away. While she started to protest, she was loudly shouted down by Zhang. Cries of "No wait!" and "You don't understand!" were drowned out by "Bullying is not allowed here!" and "Body-shaming will not be tolerated!" Zhang showed no mercy to Abby's bottom, unleashing years of pent up anger at her own treatment. Every smack on Abby's increasingly reddening ass was a blow against one of the girls who had made fun of her. All she could hear in her mind was every insult that had ever been lobbed against her for her appearance and body. Eventually, as it must, the adrenaline wore off, and Zhang realized she had lost her cool. Candice was standing there, stunned silence on her face. Fatima was nearby, having walked in after hearing the commotion and worried that something was going wrong. Abby was a sobbing heap over her knee, having given up all resistance and simply surrendered to the pulverization of her poor bottom. Zhang needed to regain control of the situation, so she composed herself.
"Abby, face the wall. Hands behind your head, and don't you dare rub your bottom or pull up your panties!"
"Yes ma'am!" Abby choked out.
Like most bullies, Abby was more than willing to attack those weaker than her, but she folded like a paper towel the moment she faced any real consequences. Zhang turned to her nurse.
"Fatima, if you would, please go bring me a belt and a key from my office."
"Of course doctor."
As Fatima left the room, Zhang saw that Candice was standing there in silence, all color having drained from her face.
"And Candice? Stand over there. Don't worry, you're not in trouble."
"Yes, ma'am."
Zhang knew that the punishment delt out would be effective as long as Abby had a stinging bottom, but after that, the memory might fade and she might return to her own ways. If not Candice, she would bully another girl, being more careful not to be caught. Better to nip that behavior right in the bud right now, and prevent a need to repeat this discipline. And Zhang had a reliable way to do that.
"Abby, I'm extremely disappointed in you."
"I'm sorry, Doctor!"
"I know you're sorry now, but we need to ensure that you'll be sorry enough to never do it again. That's where this comes in."
Zhang jingled the belt for effect. Chastity belts were used at the school not infrequently. Sometimes for girls whose guardians had requested them, but also as a means of discipline. Usually, it was for girls who could not control their libido and spent too much time with sex and masturbation to keep up their grades. A week or two locked up was usually enough to set them on the right track. But it was also used for girls involved in bullying. Being belted was no secret due to the communal showers, and belted girls fell to the bottom of the social hierarchy. A while down there was a humbling experience that Abby desperately needed. Over a few muffled groans, Zhang secured the belt in place. With a loud click, she turned the key, and Abby's privates were belted. From this, Zhang turned to Candice and dropped the key to the belt in her hand.
"Here you go, Candice. It's yours."
"Really?"
"Yep. School rules. She'll be kept belted for as long as you want."
"You mean it?"
"Yes. If you want to let her go tomorrow, we can do that. Or if you want to wait a few months, weeks, or even a year, that can be done. And as you know, while jewelry is normally not permitted here, keyholding students are allowed to wear the keys on a necklace. I think I have a steel chain somewhere in my desk if you would like. That way, everyone can know that Abby is locked and will remain so until you say otherwise."
"Jee, Doctor, thank you so much!"
Abby was silently fuming. How dare this little upstart take enjoyment out of this! This was an abject humiliation! Every girl in the shower tonight would see her glistening red bottom and her steel-constrained genitals. Some of the girls had derisive sing-songy rhymes about the belted girls they would sing when no teachers were around. Abby knew this well enough, she had joined in on a few occasions. She was not looking forward to that. Or the fact that previously, when she had been spanked, she had been able to soothe herself after hours with her hands. An option that would be denied to her for the foreseeable future. Still, perhaps Candice could be convinced to let her go after a few weeks. A month, tops. After all, Abby could be quite charismatic when she wanted to be, and she had been told she had a silver tongue.
Unfortunately for Abby, Candice had a strong sense of justice and discipline, and mere words would not be enough to sway her. Abby was going to have to put that silver tongue to use in a different way, apologizing to everyone she had ever bullied, if she ever wanted to be unlocked. And unfortunately for her, that was a very, very long list.
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Another addition in the St. Adrian's universe. Story written by me, with input from Furniture.
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