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Chapter 4: Waiting Room Humiliation
Mon Dec 10, 2012 1:09pm

As Monica walked into the reception room, she made her best effort to maintain her poise. With perfect posture she sauntered up to the desk where a smiling Tina Minsky awaited her. Monica ignored her smile and very business-like announced, "Monica Prescott to see Dr. Withers, please." The receptionist played along, at least momentarily.

"Yes, welcome, Miss Prescott. May I take your coat?"

Monica winced ever so slightly. "No, that won't be necessary. The coat goes with the rest of my outfit, thanks." Indeed, Monica, who habitually dressed nattily, wore a charcoal-grey coat with matching pants, her favorite white blouse and 2 1/2 inch black heels.

Tina Minsky was undeterred. She walked over to the closet and removed a wooden hanger from the rod. She held it out for Monica and replied, "And a beautiful outfit it is, Miss Prescott. You do look quite handsome today. But Dr. Withers has given me specific instructions as to what your state of attire should be when it is time to see her." Monica's spirits drooped significantly, recognizing that her "state of attire" (or lack of it!) would once again be a major point of interest during today's session. She succumbed to the request and removed her impeccably pressed coat, hanging it carefully on the hanger and replacing it in the closet. "You can put your purse on the shelf." It was more a demand than a request, and Monica reluctantly followed her instructions.

Two occurrences instantly followed that intensified Monica's state of apprehension. First, Tina had followed her to the closet and immediately inserted a key, locking the door. Once again Monica would be at Tina's mercy when it would be time to retrieve her belongings.

But even more unnerving for Monica was that when she turned around she spotted two people sitting in the waiting room. She had not seen them when she came in, but they most certainly had witnessed all of the proceedings. Monica's discomfiture was not lost on Tina. "Please, come have a seat," said Tina as she took Monica's elbow and guided her to the waiting room. "I'd like you to meet my sister Paula, and this is my nephew Ricky." Both lifted from their seats and extended a hand. Monica, somewhat taken aback by the bizarre circumstance, warily stuck out her hand. She observed that the girl was sixteen or seventeen years old and he was probably not a day over fifteen. As she collected herself, she considered that they were high school students, the same age as the students she had been teaching over the last several years, the same age as the students she had regrettably abused through humiliation, thus leaving her in the dire situation she presently found herself in. Were they a plant, all part of Dr. Withers' diabolical plan? Time would only tell. Suffice it to say, Monica was feeling more than a little uneasy with the presence of the young twosome. Tina interrupted her thoughts.

"Please, sit down, Miss Prescott. Dr. Withers will be with you shortly." Monica sat, as did the two teenagers. They sat directly across the troubled Monica. They stared at her in silence. Monica thought she detected a smirk on the girl's lips. Had Tina shared her history with her? Monica wouldn't put it past her. Aware that the two had observed the scene where she was coerced into removing her coat, Monica actually felt a bit exposed, and couldn't help from crossing her arms over her chest, enticing a giggle from Paula. Monica, now quite ill at ease, reached for a magazine. To her consternation, all the magazines had been cleared out. The three sat in silence, and the tension (almost exclusively for Monica) was mounting. What the hell were they doing here?

For Monica, her fate was about to take a drastic turn for the worse. The phone rang, causing her to almost leap out of her chair in alarm. It was the intercom.

"Yes, Dr. Withers?" answered Tina. "Will do, Dr. Withers." Monica looked expectantly at Tina. "Yes, we certainly have that option. Hopefully there won't be any fuss. I'll let Miss Prescott know right away."

Monica, who had hoped she was about to be called in to the office, was in for a very rude surprise. Tina Minsky rose and unlocked the closet, then walked over and stood above Monica, holding a wire hanger. "Dr. Withers would like you to remove your blouse, Miss Prescott," came the fateful words.

Horrified, Monica instinctively looked at the two newcomers. Paula was grinning freely---Monica noted that she didn't seem a bit surprised by the demand---and Ricky was wide-eyed and open-mouthed, obviously surprised and apparently delighted by the turn of events. "P-please, may I...may I take care of this in Dr. Withers' office?" Monica did not even consider the absurdity of the fact that she was requesting to strip in front of Dr. Withers.

"No, Dr. Withers is not quite ready for you yet, but she would like you to take your blouse off straight away. Come on, Miss Prescott, off with it, please." Monica, seemingly unsure of what to do, sat frozen, in a semi state of panic. "She told me that if it was necessary, I'm to remind you that we have the phone number of your parole officer and she will not hesitate to call her if the need arises." Monica needed no further prodding. With the real threat of going to prison on the table, even this most distasteful alternative would be the lesser of the two evils. Under the watchful eyes of the three bystanders, Monica, while fighting back tears, reached for her top button and deliberately began unfastening her blouse. While Tina and Paula looked on in amusement, Ricky stared in fascination as her lacy black bra became exposed. Monica couldn't help but wonder if the innocent-looking boy had ever seen a woman strip before. She thought not, a perception that in some way intensified her embarrassment.

As she peeled the garment from her slender figure, Tina unhesitatingly pulled it from her grasp and draped it over the hanger as she strode towards the closet. The sound of the closet door closing echoed throughout the room. Monica cringed as she heard the key turning in the lock. She shivered uncontrollably as she clasped her arms around her chest, a position that was to be short-lived. Tina, who had resumed her place at the reception desk, had other ideas. "Dr. Withers requests that you rest both arms on the armrests of the chair, Miss Prescott," came the directive. Monica, while strongly suspecting that the psychiatrist gave no such order, was in no position to argue. She slowly lowered her arms, exposing her partially-clad chest to the captivated couple across from her. She knew she was blushing crimson; indeed, she looked down and noticed that even the chest area below her neck was flushing pink. The girl across from her broke the silence.

"What sized bra do you wear?" asked Paula.

Monica was in no mood to engage the impish teen. And it occurred to her that if somehow she were larger than a triple A cup that this dreadful situation would somehow be just a wee bit less humiliating. Her lack of endowment had been a psychological burden for her since she was a young teen. In any case, she was about to tell her that it was none of her f*cking business, but caught herself and decided to ignore the question.

"Paula asked you a question," came the callout from the reception desk.

"It's a...34.......a 34.....trip....triple A," said the shamed Monica softly, her gaze downcast to her knees.

"She's a 34 triple A!" exclaimed Paula. "Holy shit, I didn't even know they made them that small!" She looked at Monica's bra. "If I was that flat I wouldn't even bother covering the little nubs up! I mean, who's going to notice?" Monica flushed brighter as she looked up without responding. She did notice that the young girl's chest was more than twice the size of her own. She glanced at the lad to Paula's right. Though he continued to stare at Monica's chest, he didn't seem the least bit concerned with her lack of size. In truth, the visual of a pretty, twenty-something young lady sitting across from him stripped to her bra was more than enough to hold his fascination.

A few more excruciating minutes passed before the intercom ring reverberated throughout the reception room. "Yes, Dr. Withers? Okay, will do." Monica closed her eyes tightly, deathly afraid that she would be asked to remove her bra. She conjured up the terrifying image of her sitting there topless, and knew it would be all but unbearable. But, to her relief, it was a summons from the office. "Dr. Withers will see you now, Miss Prescott."

Monica bolted from her chair, ever so eager to leave the sordid scene in the reception room behind. Never did she dream that she would feel a sense of relief upon being able to enter the office of Dr. Withers.

Monica's sense of relief would, of course, prove to be fleeting. The satanic psychiatrist had some delicious plans for the naive Miss Prescott.

  • The Satanic PsychiatristBlondie., Sun Nov 20 1:48pm
    The following is applicable to all chapters of “The Satanic Psychiatrist:” © April 2002 by Blondie (, IP# as posted). All rights reserved. No reproduction, retransmission, or... more
    • Chapter 5: The Second SessionBlondie., Sat Dec 22 11:47am
      Dr. Caroline Withers stared at her computer monitor, smiling, as a wave of satisfaction swept through her being. She watched and listened as her star patient ever so reluctantly began unbuttoning her ... more
      • Re: Chapter 5: The Second Sessionhufan, Sun Mar 13 9:54am
        Too bad this story ends just when it gets really brilliant - right in the middle of everything.
        • Hopefully NotBlondie., Mon Mar 14 1:19pm
          Well, I hope it hasn't ended, and rather is in the midst of a looooong hiatus. I have the desire, just not the time. I just checked and there is an average of 355 visitors per day at this site. I'm... more
      • Gentle Nudge to Write MoreHooked6, Mon Jul 29 3:35am
        When last we spoke you said you had very little free time but hoped to add more to this marvelous story at some point. Well it's been 7 months and I am hoping that things have cleared up a bit for... more
        • Agree with Hooked6rickkink, Sat Feb 15 3:34pm
          Hi Blondie, I'm a long-time lurker at this site. Okay, my bad, but I do love the stories. In real life, I adore women with small breasts, even as small as Monica's. I think tiny boobs are so sexy!... more
          • Re: Agree with Hooked6Blondie., Sat Feb 22 4:32am
            Thanks a lot for your comments, Rick. Positive feedback does give the writers incentive to produce more. My problem isn't lack of incentive so much as just not being able to find the time to do... more
        • Re: Gentle Nudge to Write MoreBlondie., Wed Jul 31 8:31am
          Wow, I can't believe it's been 7 months. Unfortunately, life is getting in the way of my writing time. And when I finally do find a little time, I feel I should try to finish the Tommy's Debasement... more
          • Re: Gentle Nudge to Write MoreSteam Train, Tue Dec 9 3:01am
            Hi Blondie A plot line I love. Humiliation is always my main theme and you do it so well. Any progress at all on Tommy? Also you have mentioned that you had written a Tommys Revenge. Was this ever... more
            • Working on ItBlondie., Tue Dec 9 10:10am
              Thanks for the nice feedback, Steam. Recently I have indeed started working on the final chapter or two of Tommy. I can't promise anything, but I hope to have it finished this month. Life events... more
      • Re: Chapter 5: The Second SessionVillage248, Wed Dec 26 11:35pm
        Hi Blondie, Thank you so much for this latest chapter. Looking forward to more soon. Monica will require years of therapy no doubt. It occurs to me that Monica will need re-enforcement outside the... more
        • IndeedBlondie., Thu Dec 27 4:25pm
          Thanks for your comments, Glenn, I do appreciate them. Rest assured that down the road Monica will be taking a "field trip" outside the confines of Dr. Withers' office. The chances are pretty good... more
          • Re: Indeed Village248, Thu Dec 27 7:57pm
            That sounds wonderful and I'm hopeful Monica will have a huge orgasm on that field trip. It is also interesting that she is attracted to her fellow flat chested cohearts masked as punishment. Dr.... more
    • Chapter 4: Waiting Room Humiliation — Blondie., Mon Dec 10 1:09pm
      • Re: Chapter 4: Waiting Room HumiliationVillage248, Tue Dec 11 1:09am
        Hi Blondie, It is so great to have your back writing again and my favorite story of yours no less. The year long dry spell was worth it if this is the result! More soon PLEASE!! Glenn
    • Chapter 3: The Devilish ReceptionistBlondie., Thu Dec 6 7:49pm
      Monica Prescott shivered noticeably as she exited the subway station into the chilly air of the Chicago suburb. It should be noted that her pent-up anxiety was as much a factor in the cause of her... more
    • Chapter 2: Monica's "Therapy" BeginsBlondie., Sun Nov 20 1:53pm
      Under the watchful eye of her psychiatrist, Monica, much like Lana had done over two years before, deliberately began unbuttoning the buttons of her starched white blouse. Her embarrassment was... more
      • Re: Monica's "Therapy" BeginsVillage248, Sat Nov 26 7:45pm
        Blondie, This this is the work of a master of which you surely are and a classic in the making in the vein of 'Bare Bottomed Spanking'. Thank you so much! Do you have plans to add more chapters soon? ... more
        • I'd Like ToBlondie., Sun Nov 27 7:13pm
          Let's see, I've left unfinished, "Gang of Six," "The Humidifiers," "Tommy's Debasement," and this one. Not proud of that---I really should finish one before starting another. Hopefully I'll find the... more
          • Re: I'd Like Tosailorbarsoom, Wed Dec 7 10:22pm
            Well, I'd rag on you terribly for starting another story before you've finished one, but then I'd be a hypocrite. I check in from time to time to see what's new, what's added to, what's newly started.
    • Chapter 1: The First SessionBlondie., Sun Nov 20 1:49pm
      “I don’t know what comes over me when I do this. I guess I just can’t help myself, Dr. Withers. I mean, once I made the poor girl take her blouse off, there was no stopping me, like there was a... more
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