The Spanking Clinic: On the Nurse's Lap

My name is Ryota Sato. For the past six months, I had been suffering from stiff shoulders and insomnia. I tried everything from chiropractic adjustments and massages to sleeping pills, but nothing brought about any fundamental improvement. Then, one day, a colleague told me about a "really effective hospital" – the St. Marianna Spanking General Hospital.

The name alone sounded suspicious. But, grasping at straws, I went for an initial consultation. The doctor explained, "Your stiff shoulders and insomnia are caused by poor blood circulation in your buttocks. We'll improve that with spanking therapy." Spanking therapy – in other words, a practitioner uses their warm open palm to slap the buttocks, promoting blood flow and enhancing the body's natural healing abilities. It's a private medical treatment not covered by insurance. I was skeptical, but after three months of regular visits, my physical condition had indeed improved. However, the price I had to pay was enduring the overwhelming shame and pain that made me cry out every single time.

Today marked my first visit in four weeks. In the waiting room, several other patients awaiting their own spanking treatments sat around, looking uneasy. Everyone, from children to adults, wore the same solemn expression. Eventually, the door to the examination room opened, and a young nurse in a white coat poked her head out.

"Mr. Sato~, sorry to keep you waiting. We'll get started with your spanking therapy for today~."

Her gentle voice made my heart leap. This nurse, Miss Saotome, always wore a smile, just like a preschool teacher. She was probably around twenty-five, a beautiful woman with a soft and warm impression. The thighs visible beneath her white coat looked pleasantly plump. I stood up and followed her into the examination room.

Inside the examination room, instead of an examination table, there was a wide, highly cushioned sofa. Miss Saotome had me sit on the sofa, then took a seat beside me.

"Alright, let's get started with today's spanking. Please lower your pants and underwear~."

Swallowing hard, I nodded and nervously reached for my belt. I dropped my pants, then moved my hands to my underwear. I could feel Miss Saotome's gaze fixed on my hands. Steeling myself, I pulled my underwear down to my knees. In that instant, the cold air hit my exposed bottom, and my face flushed with shame.

"Good, you did great. Now, please lie face-down across my lap~."

Miss Saotome patted her own knees lightly. Following her instructions, I laid myself over her thighs. The soft sensation of her legs pressed against my stomach and chest, giving me a strange sense of comfort. My buttocks were positioned perfectly, protruding over her right side.

"Just relax your bottom~."

Saying this, Miss Saotome began to massage my buttocks, stroking them gently. Her warm palms slowly glided over the curves of my rear. The sensation made me tremble involuntarily.

"You're so tense~. Hehe, but your bottom looks really nice today, too. You've been taking good care of it~."

Her words only made my face grow hotter. Shame mixed with a strange, pleasant feeling.

"Now then, let's begin~."

I saw Miss Saotome shift her body slightly and raise her right arm high. The next moment – *SMACK!* A sharp sound rang out, and a searing pain shot through my buttocks.

"Eeek!"

I let out an involuntary shriek. Miss Saotome's spanks had her full weight behind them; it was hard to believe they came from a woman's strength.

"Okay~, it hurts, doesn't it~? Just hang in there~."

Her gentle voice echoed amidst the pain. However, contrary to that soft tone, her palm showed no mercy as it struck my rear. *SMACK! SMACK! SLAP!* The crisp, rhythmic sounds reverberated through the examination room.

"Ahh! Owww! It hurts so much!"

I cried out. My buttocks burned as if on fire, and the pain made my vision flicker. Tears began to spill uncontrollably.

"Please don't cry~. The spanking improves your circulation and drives out all the bad stuff~. Just a little more, okay~?"

Miss Saotome continued, striking the right cheek, the left cheek, the top of my thighs, all evenly and systematically. Every so often, she would focus on the most prominent part of my buttocks, and the pain would shoot straight up to the top of my head.

*WHACK! WHACK! SMAAACK!*

"Nghh... Aghh...!" "Okay~, your bottom is getting nice and red now~. We're almost done~. You're doing so well~."

Her encouragement was just like she was soothing a small child. With tears and snot running down my face, I gripped the sofa cushion desperately. My buttocks ached. They were on fire. I couldn't take much more.

How much time had passed? After receiving what felt like countless slaps, Miss Saotome's hand finally came to a stop.

"Alright~, today's spanking session is all done~. You did a fantastic job~."

With that, Miss Saotome gently stroked my burning buttocks. The contrast of her cool palm against my heated skin felt incredibly soothing.

"Please get up slowly~."

With trembling legs, I climbed off her lap. My rear throbbed with a dull ache, and standing up was a struggle. Miss Saotome wiped my bottom with a cold towel and then applied a soothing ointment.

"Okay~, we had a really good session today. Your shoulder stiffness and insomnia should get much better. I'll be waiting for you again next week~."

In a voice barely above a whisper, I muttered, "Thank you very much," and left the examination room. My buttocks still hurt, but oddly enough, my body felt light, and my head felt clear. This was exactly why I kept coming back to this hospital.

As I booked my next appointment, I thought to myself: maybe, secretly, being spanked by that warm palm while lying across Miss Saotome's lap had become a guilty pleasure of mine.