Tawna's Wisdom

by Webo

The unconscious teenager gets carried, and taught a good lesson!

Tawna walked drowsily into the waiting room. "Dr. Webo," she heard the receptionist say. "Tawna is here for her wisdom tooth extraction." Tawna had been taking pain pills for two nights, and was still almost too drowsy to stand. Fortunately, her boyfriend had had the morning off, and had helped her from the car to the office before leaving for work.

"Send her right back, Nancy," Dr. Webo replied.

Nancy, Dr. Webo's receptionist and assistant, was a tall, attractive brunette. Tawna guessed her to be around 28, maybe 30, about 5-9, perhaps 135 or 140 lbs. "Come on back, honey," she said to Tawna as she held the door to the exam rooms open for her.

Tawna felt her knees buckle suddenly, unexpectedly. The drug was just too much for her to stand up any more, and Nancy had to help her back to the exam room. As Tawna leaned on the receptionist, she felt secure. Nancy seemed quite capable of keeping her on her feet. Tawna felt herself going weaker, and suddenly Nancy dropped down in front of Tawna's waist, and grabbed her around the thighs. Tawna flopped forward over Nancy's shoulder, barely conscious, but aware of the bigger girl's strength as Nancy lifted Tawna easily off the floor, carried her down the hall, and gently laid her on the dentists' chair in exam room 3.

Dr. Webo's cologne was the first thing Tawna was aware of, as her eyes finally began to open, and the light of the room gently woke the rest of her senses. She was aware of the ceiling, which seemed to rock back and forth, gently, as though she were on a boat in a gentle lake. There was a slightly rough, yet reassuring, texture against her cheek, and she turned her head away and realized she was being carried, so gently and comfortably, yet so securely; her memory flashed back to an earlier time.

It was her father; she was about 11, and had been given permission to sit with him and watch "Monday Night Football." The game had run so late Tawna had dozed off and not seen the end, and her dad was holding her the same way Dr. Webo had her now. She had felt secure and protected in her father's arms, and she felt the same now, as the doctor held her snugly under her knees and around her back; her right arm swinging loosely, her left arm around the doctor's neck. Dr. Webo became aware Tawna was awakening, and looked down smilingly at her. "You had quite a nap, young lady," he said softly. "Now, we'll put you on one of our recovery cots, where the light is soft, and you can take your time waking up. Is someone coming to pick you up?"

"I'll have to call Hal, my boyfriend. He gets off work at 4:30, so he should be here around 5." Tawna smiled back at Dr. Webo. He smelled good, and he felt good: strong, reassuring, and Tawna really, at that moment, didn't care if Hal ever showed up.

Dr. Webo gently laid Tawna on the clean, fresh sheet of the little cot, and covered her with another sheet. "Just push that button," he indicated a coiled cord with a red button on the end. "Nancy will come and make sure you're OK to leave."

Tawna stared up at the gray acoustic ceiling tile, softly illuminated by the indirect lighting. It was so relaxing, yet she felt fully awake and as calm as she had ever been. A few minutes later, Nancy came in and smiled at her. "There may be a little problem," Nancy told her. "Our office closes at 4, and we're all leaving on a week's vacation this afternoon. Can you get a ride sooner than 5?"

Tawna thought for a moment. Hal's job was important to them, and being paid hourly, he couldn't afford to take off another 90 minutes early. "I don't think so," she told Nancy. "My parents are out of town till the weekend, and Hal needs to finish his shift."

Nancy looked a little concerned. "OK. I'll talk to Dr. Webo, and we'll come up with something. Don't worry sweetie," she smiled back.

Tawna sat up and swung her legs down toward the floor, then giggled. Here she was, a fully grown woman, although only 18, and she was on a cot from which her feet couldn't reach the floor! Suddenly she felt dizzy again. Perhaps she had sat up too quickly, maybe the anesthetic had not yet left her system; whatever, she leaned back on her arms to maintain her balance, just as Nancy reappeared.

"Dr. Webo and I can drop you at your house…" she began, then almost ran to Tawna's side. "What's wrong, honey? You're not over the effects of the anesthetic yet, are you?" Tawna looked at her, then leaned forward helplessly, falling towards the tile floor. Nancy was right there, her strong hands catching Tawna under the arms and lifting the younger girl back up and on to the cot. She took Tawna's shoulders and gently turned her on the cot, easing her back down into a resting position. "You really need to give it another 10 or 15 minutes."

Tawna smiled back at Nancy. They were all so good, so caring, and so friendly here. She almost looked forward to a visit to the dentist! She closed her eyes and again was fast asleep.

When she woke the next time, it was again to the gentle rocking of someone else's steps, but this time the fragrance was sweet, feminine. The feel was softer, although still strong and secure. She opened her eyes to Nancy's smiling face, as Dr. Webo's receptionist once again had come to her rescue. "Nancy, I think I can walk now," Tawna told her. "Put me down. I feel silly, and you're not that much bigger than me."

"Ha!" Nancy was grinning now. "I don't need to be big, I've been doing this kind of work since I was 16. Besides, you're the patient, I'm the ‘nurse.' I take care of you." Nancy stood next to Dr. Webo's Lexus, as he unlocked and opened the rear door, then she leaned down and stretched her arms into the car, gently setting Tawna on the leather seat. Nancy got into the passenger's side, and Dr. Webo the driver's side, and they began the brief trip to Tawna's house.

Arriving in front of her folks' neat brick ranch, Dr. Webo parked the Lexus at the curb, and got out of the car, walking around behind to open the door for Tawna. "OK now, can you make it into the house?"

Tawna carefully got out and took a step onto the grass, where she immediately went to her knees. She was not about to let this last chance get away! As she knelt on the grass on all fours, Dr, Webo was right at her side. He grabbed her around the waist, lifting her easily from the grass, and swung her into his arms as though she were a small child—in fact, she felt about 11 again! She closed her eyes, fully aware of the doctor's strength, and allowed him to carry her up the yard. Again, her right arm swung lazily down, as the doctor slowly, gently, walked toward the front door. She rocked against his chest enjoying each step. Nancy followed close behind, and when they reached the doorstep, Dr. Webo set Tawna down on her feet. She leaned against him, digging into her pocket for the front door key. She handed the key to the doctor, and Nancy gently held her shoulders as he unlocked and opened the door.

Again enjoying the closeness and comfort of the doctor and his receptionist, Tawna allowed Nancy to support her as she placed an arm on the taller woman's shoulder. Then it was Nancy who scooped Tawna up in her arms, again as though she were a small child, Tawna's 125-lb body seemingly no trouble at all for the young woman. The three of them, Dr. Webo, Nancy, and Tawna, helpless, but happy in Nancy's arms, entered the home and Nancy sat on the big overstuffed couch with Tawna now in her lap. Dr. Webo knelt in front of them, and placed a thermometer into Tawna's mouth, while he held her wrist, taking her pulse.

Tawna laid her head on Nancy's shoulder. Nancy smelled so good, and Tawna felt so secure, she didn't care if they never left!

"Hmm," it was Dr. Webo. "That's odd. Your pulse and temperature are perfectly normal—98.4 degrees, and a 71 pulse. There's no indication of any real problem, I'm afraid, Tawna!" He looked at Nancy. "Nancy, it looks like we have a slightly different situation than we first suspected."

Tawna thought his tone had changed, become threatening. Then she felt Nancy's grip tighten around her. Tawna tensed up herself, and attempted to stand, but Nancy held her firmly on her lap, then leaned forward herself, lifting the smaller, now frightened girl off the couch in her arms. "Let me go!" Tawna began to scream, but before she could get the words out, Dr. Webo had placed a cloth saturated with some foul smelling stuff over her nose and mouth. "No-o-o…" she began, but she sagged quickly into Nancy's arms, now really unconscious, her head limply back, her arms and legs dangling uselessly.

Dr. Webo replaced the cloth and vial in his bag and Nancy roughly tossed Tawna's helpless, limp body to the doctor's outstretched arms. He caught her just as roughly, and easily shifted her in his arms up, and over his right shoulder. Her arms slapped against his thighs, her head bobbing against his back, her legs tightly held at the thigh, Tawna was totally unaware of what was happening.

"I think we should give her what she deserves," Nancy looked mischievously at Dr. Webo.

He smiled back at her. "You're right. She should wake up knowing she has been punished like a child, for acting like a child."

Nancy stood close to Dr. Webo, carefully taking aim at Tawna's jeans-covered bottom. The jeans were tight, and the smacks would leave hand-prints on Tawna's skin, along with the heat from the spanking.

WHACK!

Nancy pulled back again, and let Tawna's other cheek take the next shot.

WHACK!

Then two more quick smacks, again alternating cheeks.

WHACK! WHACK!

"My turn," Dr. Webo told Nancy. "You hold her." He put a hand on each side of Tawna's slim waist, and lifted her straight up off his shoulder while Nancy came to face him. Nancy lifted Tawna's legs and ducked under, settling herself under Tawna's waist, and holding the still helpless, unconscious girl over her shoulder, frontward this time. Dr. Webo walked around behind Nancy, took aim, and WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The good doctor duplicated Nancy's four handprints on Tawna's rear.

With the fourth smack, Tawna began to stir. She became aware of the burning on her bottom and being upside-down and off the floor, but was too confused to understand what was really happening. She tried to lift her head, but Nancy's strong arms were quickly around her back, pinning the girl to Nancy's body, again helpless, but becoming fully aware of her predicament! Tawna put her hands on her captor's hips and pushed up, but she was no match for the woman's strength, and again Nancy squeezed her tightly around the waist. Tawna was aware that now she couldn't even take a breath! She tried to shout, but the only sound that came out was a sort of gasp. The room slowly got darker, and again Tawna was limp, unconscious, this time just from Nancy's tight grip around her waist!

"Good job, Nance," Dr. Webo was telling his receptionist. Nancy pulled Tawna's still limp body further over her shoulder, still upside-down, now hanging from Nancy's arms in a pile-driver hold, head down, legs straight up. Dr. Webo walked around to the front of the two women and held his arms out while standing at a right angle to Nancy. Nancy allowed Tawna's unconscious body to slide down and into the doctor's waiting arms. He carried her to the couch and dropped her roughly. Again she stirred, and this time her tormentors allowed her to waken with no further punishment.

Tawna opened her eyes and looked up at them. The burning on her backside was intense, and her eyes welled up with tears. "Why are you doing this?" she almost sobbed. "I thought you cared about your patients."

"Tawna," Dr. Webo began, "I think you know why. You had us very worried, and it was just for your own pleasure."

"So," Nancy chimed in, "we decided to have our own pleasure, at your expense, and teach you a lesson at the same time. Now, I think we're even, don't you?" Nancy was smiling sympathetically at the young woman. She knew Tawna had meant no harm, but Nancy also understood the lesson was a valuable one, having learned it herself, in a similar fashion just a few years ago.

Tawna smiled back at Nancy in spite of herself. She realized the tall receptionist was right. "Yes, actually I do understand," she began. "And I promise never to tell my father or anyone else about this incident. I just want one favor in return."

"And that would be…?" Dr. Webo asked, suspiciously.

"Every six months, when I come in for my regular checkup, I want that same treatment, right up to where one of you carries me inside my own house. And I won't have my father sue you!" Tawna was still smiling, but with a little more determination now. "Promise?"

Dr. Webo and Nancy exchanged glances. "Deal," said Dr. Webo.

"Right," Nancy joined in.

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