The Trial of Dr. Thaddeus Wannamaker
After two days of what had the makings of a cause celebre, the whole city was abuzz with the news that Dr. Thaddeus Wannamaker had reportedly fired his defense team and was going to ask the judge to be allowed to represent himself. What was he thinking, people wanted to know. Was it a ploy? Was it a ruse in some way, and if it was, just how exactly was this ruse supposed to work.
“He’s crazy,” declared Gerald Dettmer on one of the local news shows.
“Crazy is a pretty strong word,” said host Susan Britt. The blond was a nice, little piece of eye candy but she was also a respected journalist as well.
“I’m not speaking to his mental state,” the defense attorney said. “I’m not a doctor and he is but I’m an attorney and when I say he’s crazy, I mean it. He doesn’t know the law and I do. He’s crazy.”
“It’s well known that my colleague and I virtually never agree on anything,” said Joyce Willmore, “but this time, we do. I’m not going to call Dr. Wannamaker crazy but I would counsel him to rethink this position. Marcia Mullins is an accomplished prosecutor and she’s going to eat him up.”
“So you think the doctor has no chance at all?”
“I can’t see how he would,” the former prosecutor and now talk show maven said. “I’ll allow for the fact that the doctor is plenty smart but he’s not trained in the law and this is not his field of expertise.”
“Add to that that he’s crazy,” said attorney Dettmer.
“But you make it sound hopeless.”
“Well if you would have asked me,” the former prosecutor said, “I would have said it was hopeless before. This now makes it worse.”
“So why would he do it?”
“Maybe he’s going to try and make a claim of incompetent counsel,” the former prosecutor said, “but that’s not going to work. Judge Hooper is going to make sure he understands that.”
“Or he might just be crazy.”
“Now Gerald,” admonished the host.
“Hey, I’m just calling them like I see them. Bob Thornton is a first rate defense attorney. If you let someone like him go, you got to be crazy.”
“But isn’t it possible he has something up his sleeve?” the host asked.
“I can’t see what that would be,” Joyce said.
“More than likely, he’s probably just crazy.”
“Like I said before, Jerry and I almost never disagree but this time we do.”
The host turned to look back into the camera. “So there you have it,” she said, “two noted attorneys from opposite sides of the aisle who in a word think this move by Dr. Wannamaker is ... crazy.”
All the way across town, Judge Roy Hooper was peering over his bench at the man standing before him. “You understand, Dr. Wannamaker, that if you persist in this action, you will not be able to declare that you had incompetent counsel.”
“I understand that, Your Honor, but I’m not going to make that claim. I intend to win.”
That statement drew gasps from the audience and Judge Hooper had to use his gavel to restore order.
Once more, he looked at the man standing before him. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard a person make such an outlandish claim and it probably wouldn’t be the last but such bravado withered under the effect of a jury’s verdict and Judge Hooper had little doubt that the same would be true here as well. The evidence that had been heard already was quite damning but he had to try again. “Dr. Wannamaker, I must ask that if you persist in this course of action, at least let your attorney remain with you in an advisory capacity.”
“No, your honor. I don’t need Mr. Thornton anymore.”
That drew another smaller commotion from the audience that Judge Hooper had to quiet with a glare.
“All right then. Let the record show that after being advised of his rights and of the possible detriments that could befall him, the defendant has released his council and will now be acting in that capacity on his own.”
“And, Your Honor,” the doctor said, “I am waiving my Fifth Amendment rights and I dare the District Attorney to call me to the stand.”
Once more, the courtroom erupted until the judge gaveled them to silence.
“Dr. Wannamaker, I must warn you. That is neither the time nor the place for that.”
“Sorry, Judge. I just thought you’d want that on the record.”
“This is my courtroom, Doctor, and in my courtroom, we do things my way. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s Your Honor.”
“What?”
“In this courtroom, you will address me as Your Honor. Is that understood?”
“Yes ... Your Honor.”
“That’s better. Now you were saying.”
“I was saying I am waiving my rights against self incrimination and if the District Attorney thinks I’m guilty, she can put me on the stand and we can end this trial right now.”
Marcia Mullins looked at her assistant, Jeff Fuller and her assistant looked back at her. It was clear they were both thinking the same thing. What was going on here and just what was Dr. Wannamaker’s game? It seemed obvious. Go ahead and put him on the stand. They’d already had the testimony of six girls who’d testified how the doctor had made them his slaves. That should have been enough and really, it was enough, but if they didn’t put the doctor on, there’d always be the question. Why hadn’t they put the doctor on? Wasn’t their case strong enough? What were they trying to hide?
In the end, it had come down to that. They were, after all, public officials, and public perception was everything.
“Councillor,” said the judge. “Your next witness if you please.”
Marcia Mullins looked at her assistant one last time and then she looked at the judge. “If it pleases the court,” she said, “the state would like to call Thaddeus Wannamaker to the stand.”
The doctor smiled almost as if he were posing and then he turned ever so slightly towards the jury before turning back towards the prosecutor. “Why it would be my pleasure,” the man said and with that, he walked to the witness stand.
“Ms. Perkins,” the judge said, “would you swear the witness in.”
The court clerk rose. “Would you state your name for the record,” she said.
“Dr. Thaddeus Wannamaker.”
“Very well. Do you swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth?”
“I do.”
“Very well then,” the judge said. “The witness may be seated. Your witness, councillor.”
Marcia stepped to the front of the courtroom. At age 31, she was hardly like the young women who’d been enslaved by the doctor. Heck, it made her skin crawl to even call him that. A doctor didn’t do things like what this man did to those young women and yet while she was hardly the same age as the women who he’d taken, there were times that she thought she could relate with them because she was by far and away the youngest District Attorney in the state.
She’d made a name for herself as a victim’s rights advocate and when her predecessor had been caught taking what some called campaign contributions and what others had called bribes, Marcia had found herself compelled to run against him.
The campaign had been tough and bruising. She’d go out and make campaign speeches only to find that the very groups she’d been speaking in front of would then turn around and endorse her opponent. That was disheartening but then there were the stories of the people she’d helped. Those stories lifted her. They supported her. They wanted her to win and so Marcia pressed on and when election night had come and gone, she was the newly elected District Attorney.
Her first job had been to clean out the old boys network. There were some attorneys in the office that were good but there were others that weren’t. That had been hard purging the old boys’ network but it was a job that needed to be done and now a year into her term, here she was coming face to face with Dr. Thaddeus Wannamaker.
She didn’t have to look at his file to know what the file contained. She thought she almost knew the thing by heart. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to get this man. She wanted it very bad.
“Mr. Wannamaker—”
“Doctor,” the man corrected her.
“What’s that?”
“I am a doctor,” the white-haired man said. “I worked hard to get that title. I’d appreciate it if you showed me the respect that I have earned.”
Marcia gritted her teeth. If it were up to her, she wouldn’t be showing him any respect but he was right. For now, at least, she would have to call him doctor. “Doctor,” she began again.
“Yes?”
“You’ve heard the testimony from six girls so far, six girls who said you enslaved them.”
“That is not true.”
“What?”
“That is not true.”
Marcia shook her head. He’d been right there. She knew he’d seen the girls. “What’s not true?” she asked.
“I did not enslave them.”
Marcia shook her head. “You heard their testimony.”
“I did.”
“And you say you did not enslave them?”
“That is correct. I did not enslave them.”
“Then what would you call what you did to them.”
“I was helping them.”
“You were helping them?” asked an incredulous Marcia.
“That’s right. You see, sometimes a woman comes to me and she needs to be opened up to new experiences. She may not even know what she needs but that doesn’t mean she needs it any less. She needs to learn what she is and I am there to help facilitate the learning experience.”
“The learning experience?! Is that what you call what you did to those women?”
“I opened their bodies to new levels of sexual awareness so yes, I would call that a learning experience.”
He was crazy, Marcia thought to herself. Not criminally insane but he was crazy nonetheless.
“I bet even you could do with some sexual awareness.”
“What? No,” and yet she realized it was already too late. Word of this was sure to get back to the office. No one might actually say anything about it in front of her but she was sure there would be snickers around the water cooler about how she needed more sexual awareness. “This isn’t about me,” she said angrily.
“Isn’t it?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You have a pussy, don’t you?”
“Dr. Wannamaker,” said the judge.
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“That will be enough of that kind of language in this courtroom.”
“I’m sorry, Your Honor. I understand that sometimes I get carried away. I’m very passionate about my work.”
“Passionate or not. You will not use that language.”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“Councillor, you may continue.”
It had taken Marcia a moment to realize that the judge had been talking to her. It was just that she was so caught up in what the man had been saying and in what he’d been saying about her pussy.
Get a grip on yourself, Marcia. He hadn’t been talking about you. He’d just been trying to knock you off kilter and he’d succeeded. She’d have to be more careful about that from now on.
“This isn’t about me,” she said. “This is about those girls.”
“Women,” the man corrected her.
“What?”
“They are women,” the doctor said. “Not girls. I would not deal with girls but it is understandable how you would make such a mistake. You seek to objectify them just as you want to be objectified yourself.”
“I do not want to be objectified,” Marcia said and then she realized that once more, the man had turned his testimony back on her. Oh, he was good. She’d underestimated him. He was very, very good.
“Of course you don’t,” the doctor said, “and yet you want to be noticed. Look at you. Look how you dress. You know you want it. You want to be noticed.”
No, that wasn’t it, Marcia thought.
“And it feels good,” the doctor said. “It feels good for all women when they are noticed, but it doesn’t just feel good. It goes farther than that, doesn’t it?”
Marcia couldn’t help but feel her pussy getting wet.
“And so these women come to me. They need to be used and they need to be objectified and I give them what they want but some women find it hard to come to grip with their own needs. They crave the objectification even as they are repulsed by their need for it.”
Yes, it made so much sense, Marcia thought and then she caught herself. What the heck was she thinking?
“Doctor Wannamaker.”
“Yes?”
Marcia was beginning to wish she’d brought her notes with her. At least then, she would have had something to have fallen back on. “Let’s get back to the testimony in this case.”
“Yes, of course. I was wondering when we’d get back to that. After all, this trial isn’t about you.”
They hadn’t been talking about her, had they. They’d been talking about ... they’d been talking about what?
“Do you have another question for me?”
Of course she did. It was just so hard to think with the way her pussy was reacting. “Hold on,” she said.
“Sure,” the man said. “I’ve got all day but I’m not sure the judge is going to be so willing to wait.”
That drew a ripple of laughter from those in the gallery and a stern look from the judge.
Marcia made her way back to the prosecution table where she leafed through the papers there. “Are you okay,” Jeff whispered.
“I’m fine,” she hissed.
She picked up one of the folders on the girls and she looked at the contents and once more, she could feel the resolve coming back to her. He’d tried to take that away from her. Well, it was a nice try but it wasn’t going to work.
She turned back around and she approached the witness. “Dr. Wannamaker, I’d like to talk to you about some of the testimony that we’ve heard so far.”
“All right.”
“Let’s talk about some of your so-called patients’ cases.”
“I’ll answer what I can,” the doctor said, “within the guidelines of course of doctor patient confidentiality.”
“Is that a clever way of saying you’re not going to answer the questions you don’t want to answer,” Marcia said with a smirk.
“Not at all,” the man said. “I’ll answer what I can.”
She’d expected more from him than that. She’d been hoping to put him on the defensive. “Let’s talk about Katie Clear.”
“All right.”
Marcia smiled again. Her first questions dealt with foundation. Not too many of those, she told herself. She didn’t want to bore the jury but she did want to remind them that the girl was only eighteen and that she’d been taken advantage of by the doctor in his clinic.
“Dr. Wannamaker, Katie testified that after your first session together, she only ever called you one thing. What was that?”
“She called me daddy.”
“At your insistence, in fact.”
“Yes.”
“You admit that?”
“Yes, of course. It was part of her treatment.”
“Part of her treatment?”
“Yes, of course.”
“You routinely have your patients call you daddy?”
“Not routinely, no, but Ms. Clear had daddy issues. I’m sure you can understand that,” the man said. “Haven’t you ever had times when your parents didn’t understand you?”
Well, of course, Marcia thought.
“You’d felt unloved, hadn’t you.”
Well yes. No, wait. That wasn’t right.
“Imagine how that would be, Marcia. Your parents never really understood you. You felt unloved and alone. Imagine how that would be.”
She didn’t have to imagine, Marcia told herself. She already knew. Her parents never understood her.
“Imagine what it would feel like. You were a stranger in your own home. Unloved, reviled even. Your parents telling you you had to do better. Always nagging at you. Always telling you to do better. Nothing was ever good enough for them, was it?”
No, nothing was ever good enough for them.
“You just wanted to be loved, right, and it was just something that your parents couldn’t do. They didn’t love you. You were alone and unloved.”
Yes, she wanted to whimper. Yes.
No wait, no. That wasn’t right. She wasn’t unloved. She was ... oh, the man had been clever, and really, it didn’t matter if it was Katie’s home life either. This was about the treatment that Katie had received at the doctor’s clinic. “This isn’t about me,” she said.
“Why, Ms. Mullins, whoever said it was. I thought we were talking about Katie Clear.”
“We were. We are.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear it.”
“So you made her call you daddy.”
“It was part of the treatment. A replacement therapy of sorts. A transference of a title from a parent who could care to a person who cared immensely. You can understand that, can’t you, Marcia?”
She could totally understand that.
“It would be nice to call someone daddy, wouldn’t it,” the doctor said.
It would be nice to do that, Marcia told herself.
“You ... you went further than that though.”
“Further?”
“It was more than just having her call you daddy, wasn’t it? You ... you wanted her to sit in your lap.”
“Because she asked if she could do it.”
“Come now, doctor. You have to admit that was pretty odd behavior.”
“Not at all. She’d just transferred her feelings from uncaring, unloving father to me. If I’d turned her down at that point, it could have had serious ramifications. You’d understand that if you had a father who didn’t care about you.”
But she did understand. She understood all too well. “B-but ... but you made Katie show you her breasts.”
The doctor shook his head. “Again, you misunderstand. She was proud of her breasts and she merely wanted to show them to a loving and caring parent. You can understand that, can’t you?”
She could understand that, too.
Marcia shook her head. Somehow, this case was unraveling before her very eyes. “But the sitting in the lap,” Marcia said again.
“Yes?”
“She wasn’t wearing any panties.”
“No, she wasn’t.”
“And you had your dick out.”
“Yes, I did.”
“In fact, she was sitting on your dick, wasn’t she?”
“That’s right. She was.”
“So how do you explain that, Dr. Wannamaker? How do you explain that she was sitting on your dick.”
“It’s all about relaxation.”
“Relaxation?”
“When my patients come to me, the first and foremost thing that I want is that they feel relaxed. Katie felt comfortable sitting on my lap but she felt even more comfortable sitting on my dick. You can understand that, can’t you, Marcia?”
That was the problem. She really could understand it. The could understand the need to sit on daddy’s cock. She could feel the need to ...
No!
But telling herself no wasn’t working as well as it had before. The thoughts were still there and when they reasserted themselves, they came back even stronger.
She couldn’t think straight. At times, she lost track of where the questioning was going and all the while, the need was building in her pussy. She needed to get a cock in there. She needed it bad.
The questioning concerning Katie Clear had come to an end and Marcia looked up at the judge. “Could we take a break,” she said.
The judge looked at the clock in the courtroom. “That’s not a bad idea,” he agreed. Very well then, this court is in recess until 2:30.”
Marcia couldn’t wait to get out of there. “I have to go,” she told Jeff. “Just make sure everything’s set up when I get back here.”
The bewildered man nodded but already, it was too late because already, Marcia was on her way out of the courtroom and it wasn’t long before she was ensconced in a bathroom stall.
Oh yeah, she thought as she took her panties down. Oh yeah. She couldn’t help but think about what it must have been like for Katie Clear. It didn’t even matter that what she was thinking about was Katie getting her pussy fucked by THAT man. Oh God, that was good.
She barely managed to stifle the urge to moan. Lucky Katie, Marcia thought as one of her hands played with her breast and the other one toyed with her pussy. At least she didn’t have to hide what she was feeling. She wondered if Dr. Wannamaker encouraged Katie to moan. She hoped he did. It would be a shame if she had to hold that in.
Fuck, she was so close. Just a little more, she told herself. Just a little more. Imagine yourself riding that cock.
Oh yes, that was it. Think of that. Think of his cock thrusting up inside you.
Yes, she told herself. Oh God yes. That was exactly what she wanted. She wanted him cumming inside her.
Oh fuck. She could feel it and it felt so good, she thought as she came. It felt so good to sit on your daddy’s cock.
What the hell had she been thinking, the prosecutor asked herself. This was so totally wrong. She was supposed to be fighting this guy, not imagining what it would feel like to have his dick in her pussy. Maybe she should turn the rest of the questioning over to Jeff and let him handle it but as soon as she thought it, she knew she wouldn’t do that.
It meant she was going to have to go out there and face him but this time, she’d be ready for him.
Judge Hooper was just about to call the court into session when Marcia returned to the prosecutor’s table. “You going to be okay?” Jeff asked.
“Sure. I’ll be fine.”
“I’m going to go take care of a few things,” he said.
Marcia knew what he needed to take care of. He’d stayed with the papers while she’d gone to the bathroom. “Go ahead,” she said. “I’ll be fine.”
“I won’t be long.”
“I know.”
“The court will rise,” the bailiff called out as the judge walked back into the room. “Court is now in session, the Honorable Judge Roy Hooper presiding.”
The judge looked out over the room before he took his seat and as soon as he did, the people in the court sat down as well.
“All right now,” the judge said, “I believe you were examining the witness, Ms. Mullins.”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“You may continue.”
“Thank you, Your Honor.”
Marcia came out from around the table and she approached the witness. “Before the break,” she said, “we were hearing you talk about one of your patients, isn’t that right, Dr. Wannamaker?”
“That is correct.”
“I’d like to discuss with you another of your patients then. You heard the testimony of Andie Tibbits.”
“I did.”
“She’s a nice girl, wouldn’t you say?”
“Indeed.”
“Only you made her suck your cock.”
“I did no such thing.”
“Oh come now, Doctor. You just said you heard her testimony.”
“I did, but you said I made her suck my cock. I did no such thing.”
“But—”
“I didn’t make her suck my cock. What she did she did of her own accord.”
“Doctor, please.”
“You can say what you want but I will not let you put words in my mouth, and especially words that are not true.”
Marcia could feel the crowd turning just a bit towards the doctor. She had to stop that. “You say you didn’t force her.”
“That’s right. That’s exactly what I said.”
“But she did suck your cock.”
“Of course.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Andie Tibbits had what you might call a Florence Nightingale complex.”
“A Florence Nightingale complex?” Marcia felt like she was losing control of this examination.
“Yes. She had an ailing mother. She told you that, didn’t she?”
Shut up, Marcia told herself. It’s a trap. Just shut up, but she just couldn’t stop herself in time. “I didn’t know that,” she said.
“Hmm. That’s too bad. She had an ailing mother and two younger sisters. Her father worked all day so it was up to Andie to take care of her mother and her sisters. Did you know that?”
Marcia shook her head.
“She just couldn’t help herself. She had to give and yet the more she gave, the more she needed something for herself. You can see that, can’t you?”
Marcia nodded.
“She felt almost guilty about wanting something for herself but she has to give and yet she has to do something for herself. You understand that, don’t you?”
Marcia acknowledged that she did.
“So we worked out this treatment program.”
Don’t say it, Marcia said, but she knew she had to say it. “What kind of treatment program?”
“She’d kneel right there between my legs and she’d suck my cock. She’d obviously be giving something to me but do you know what she got?”
Marcia shook her head.
“Oh come on, Marcia,” the doctor said in a smooth voice. “I’m surprised at you. Her kneeling between my legs. You can imagine your breasts pressed up against my thighs. Your hand stroking my cock. Doesn’t that feel good?”
“Y-yeah. I mean no.”
“No?”
“No. You ... you were taking advantage of her.”
“I suppose it would look that way to someone who was not informed.”
“W-what’s that supposed to mean?”
“She had a need to engage in give and take. You can understand that, can’t you. I’ll bet you have a need to give ... and to take. Don’t you, Marcia?”
“Th-this isn’t about me?”
“No, of course not,” the man said so why did Marcia seem to think it was. “It’s about Andie Tibbets. It’s about her need for give and for take but her personality wouldn’t let her admit that she was taking. She couldn’t take so there had to be something else. You can understand that, can’t you, Marcia?”
Yes, she supposed she could.
“You can understand the need to take that cock in her mouth.”
Marcia couldn’t help but moan just a little to herself. She’d never sucked a cock before. She’d never even wanted to suck a cock but right then and there, she did. Her pussy was so wet.
“I ... no,” she stammered.
“No, Marcia? Are you saying you don’t understand her need to suck a cock?”
“I ... I didn’t mean it that way.”
“So you do understand the need to suck a cock. You had me worried there for a moment.”
Marcia could feel her pussy. It was wetter than ever. “Shut up,” she muttered.
“What’s that?” the doctor asked.
“Nothing,” Marcia said. “I didn’t say nothing.”
That day had sucked, Marcia told herself later that day. Even now, she wasn’t sure just how it was that the day had gotten away from her but there was no denying that it had.
She reviewed her notes on the case. She’d been wanting to save Kimberly for the last. She was the strongest of the girls but considering how poorly the day had gone, she’d have to use her first thing in the morning.
She took another sip of the Chardonnay she’d been drinking.
Maybe she should make Kimberly the last girl. Use her to strike at the doctor and knock him off his feet and then end the questioning right there.
She took another sip. She’d wanted to go through each girl’s testimony but he seemed to have a way of turning everything around and making his perversions sound not only reasonable but even helpful.
Marcia took another sip of wine. She’d decide about it in the morning, she told herself.
She was naked and she was alone and she was there on her knees and her pussy was wet. Her pussy was very, very wet.
She wasn’t alone. She realized that now. There was a man in the room and there was something else. There was her need. There was her need for give and take.
She crawled forward and she realized she liked crawling. There was just something about it that was so hot and sexy.
She liked crawling between the man’s thighs. There was just something about it that felt so hot and erotic. Her hand came up and she wrapped it around the man’s cock. She couldn’t take her eyes off that cock. “Please, Daddy,” she cooed. “I want to suck your cock.”
“Go ahead.”
She could feel herself rising up on her knees. Part of her wanted to take her time, to relish the moment but of even greater importance was getting that cock in her mouth. She could feel her tits on the man’s thighs and then she could feel her mouth sliding down around the man’s cock.
Mmm, it tasted good and that cock filled her mouth so good. It was almost as if this was the real reason why she had a mouth.
No, it wasn’t almost as if. It was exactly why. She just hadn’t realized it before but her mouth really had just one purpose. Her mouth was there to suck cock. She just hadn’t known it until that very moment.
Her mouth was there for the giving for the taking would come later. Her mouth was there for pleasure. Her mouth was there to give pleasure. Her mouth was there to learn. Her mouth was there to explore. Her mouth was there to learn just how it could give the most pleasure.
And if the groans of the man she was sucking were any indication, her mouth was certainly up to the task.
More, she told herself. More. As much as she’d given, she wanted to give even more.
The man groaned and even without having ever sucked a cock before, Marcia knew what that meant. It meant he was about to cum. It meant the time for taking had come. “Give it to me,” she wanted to say but that would have meant taking her mouth off of his cock and she didn’t want to do that so she just kept right on sucking.
Just a little more, she told herself. That’s all it would take.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.
Oh fuck was right, Marcia thought. It was all about give and take. She gave a little head and then she got to take some cum.
“You did a very good job, Marcia,” the man said, “but then I always knew you would.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
And it was only then that she was finally able to look up and with a start, that’s when she realized who the man was. It was Dr. Wannamaker. How the hell could she have sucked his cock, she wondered.
How the hell could she not suck his cock. It was give and take. She gave him head and she took his cum. It was a very fair deal.
Yeah but—
But what? She needed to suck some more cock. She loved sucking cock.
She woke up the next morning and the first thought in her mind was that she was hungry and the second thought in her mind was that she really needed a cock to suck.
“So we’re entering day two of testimony in the Wannamaker trial,” Susan Britt said, “but I’d like to ask our experts how they thought day one went.”
“It sucked,” said Gerald Dettmer.
“Really?”
The man nodded. “The doctor hardly said anything at all. He practically admitted that he’d used those girls and his only defense was that they wanted it. Puh-lease. Since when has that ever worked?”
Joyce laughed. “Are we even watching the same trial, Jerry?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I thought he did a good job on the witness stand yesterday.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Not at all. I thought his testimony was quite compelling. Riveting actually.”
“You got to be kidding me.”
“Not at all,” Joyce said. “In fact, based on what I saw, if I were sitting on the jury right now, I’d have to be asking myself just why the heck those girls did come forward. There certainly didn’t seem to be any reason for them to bring charges against Dr. Wannamaker.”
“Women,” Gerald said snidely.
“What’s that?” asked the host.
“Women, not girls,” Gerald said. “I thought that was one of his best points when he corrected Marcia like that.”
“Yes,” Joyce agreed. “He certainly scored some points off her there.”
“One thing’s certain though,” Gerald said. “I might not thought that much of his performance but she certainly left something to be desired.”
“I’d agree with that,” Joyce said. “If she wants to get this trial back under control, she’s definitely going to have to pick up the pace.”
Susan Britt turned back to look at the camera. “So there you have it. This trial just got a whole lot more interesting. As for today, we’ll just have to see how that goes.”
All the way across town, Marcia Mullins sat at the prosecutor’s table and she looked at the folder in front of her. “Councillor,” she heard the judge say. “Your witness.”
Marcia took one last look at the folder in front of her and then she stood uncertainly to face the man in the witness stand. Get a hold of yourself, she told herself. The jury can sense fear.
It didn’t really work. She took a breath and then she stepped around the table. “Dr. Wannamaker, yesterday we discussed some of the girls who came to your clinic. Is that true?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Today, I’d like to discuss another of your ... patients. Do you know Kimberly Culliver?”
“Yes.”
“In her testimony earlier, she testified that you and others at your clinic beat her mercilessly.”
“Well, she did have a spanking fetish as I suspect you do as well, Ms. Mullins, but I’d hardly say we did anything more to her than she actually wanted to have done. Tell me, do you like to be spanked?”
“N-no,” Marcia stammered but already the image was there in her mind, her with her skirt pulled up and a hand pulling her panties down in preparation for a good hard smack.
“You surprise me, Marcia. A woman such as yourself. I would have thought that you’d love to be spanked.”
The hand was there and her bottom was bare. Oh my, she’d been so bad but the hand just stroked her cheeks. Oh my, what could it be waiting for?
“Councillor,” the judge had to remind her. “Your witness.”
“Oh yes,” Marcia said guiltily as he snapped her out of her reverie. “I’m sorry Your Honor.”
“Just continue with your witness.”
“Yes, Your Honor.” She turned her attention back to Dr. Wannamaker. “So you’re saying that you and your staff did beat Ms. Culliver?”
“I’m saying that we gave her the treatment she desired.”
Thwack! The hand came down on Marcia’s ass but it didn’t leave her butt. It just stroked her stinging bottom and her pussy was so wet.
“I, um, I see,” the attorney stammered as she tried to get a hold of herself. “So do you think she deserved to be beaten.”
“Oh I couldn’t say. What I could say was that she believed herself to be a bad girl and she knew how bad girls deserved to be treated. What about you, Ms. Mullins? Have you been a bad girl?”
Thwack! The hand came down again and Marcia fought back the urge to moan. She’d been such a bad girl, her mind told her. She wasn’t even sure just what the heck it was that she’d done but she knew she’d been a bad girl and bad girls deserved to be spanked. “So um ... um ... she deserved to be spanked repeatedly day after day.”
“Some people deserve more than others,” the doctor said. “I have to wonder just how much you’d need.”
Thwack again and Marcia couldn’t help but wonder how much she’d need, too. No, that wasn’t right. She didn’t need to be spanked ... or did she?
“I hardly think what I need is important here,” Marcia said in a strained voice.
“Yes, of course. Please continue.”
Please continue, Marcia thought. Those words seemed to keep ringing in her mind. Continue? Continue what? Continue getting spanked? That seemed wrong somehow, and yet it seemed right, too.
“Councillor,” said the judge.
She looked up at the man.
“Your witness,” he reminded her.
She nodded. Yes, of course. Her witness. She’d forgotten that but she wouldn’t forget again.
It was lunch time and her pussy was a mess. It just felt so good to go to the ladies room and get her pussy off and when she thought her pussy had had enough, that was when she’d start it all over again.
“The most amazing thing happened in the Wannamaker case yesterday. Would either of you care to tell me just what the heck went on there.”
“Well, it’s obvious,” Gerald Dettmer said. “Marcia Mullins blew it and in the end, she had no choice but to move for dismissal.”
“I have to agree with Jerry here,” Joyce Willmore said. “She lost it.”
“Yeah, but how?”
“It was classic bait and switch,” Joyce said. “Dr. Wannamaker baited her and he did it by using himself as the bait. When he waived his fifth amendment rights, she just had to go after him.”
“And that meant?”
“It meant she had to get him,” Gerald Dettmer said. “It meant everything rode on that one testimony. If he hit it out of the park, which he did, she’d have nothing to fall back on. In essence, what he did was wipe out everything that the girls had said before him.”
“Everything?”
“Everything. He refuted everything that the girls had to say. He had his own explanation for why they’d done what they’d done and in the end, he won.”
“But wasn’t that something for a jury to decide?”
“Susan, what else could they have done. Wannamaker was brilliant.”
Susan Britt turned her attention towards the prosecutor. “What about Marcia Mullins, Joyce? Do you think the public will take it out on her?”
“I don’t know if they will but I certainly think that they should and if you ask me, I think she thinks that, too.”
“Can you explain that?” asked the talk host.
“I think she knows she messed up,” Joyce said. “I think she knows she needs to be punished and I think she’s going to welcome it when it comes.”
“Mmm. I think I know what you mean,” Susan said in an almost dreamy voice.
“What?” Gerald asked.
“I think she’s going to welcome it,” Joyce said.
“Welcome what?” Gerald asked again.
“I think she’s going to welcome the spanking she’s going to get from the public.”
“You’re crazy,” Gerald said. “She’s going to run away from this as fast and as far as she can.”
“I don’t think he understands,” Joyce said.
“Understand what?”
“Men,” Joyce said. “Sometimes they never get it.”
“They never do,” Susan agreed.
“Get what?”
Susan turned to look back into the camera. “So there you have it,” she said. “A most unexpected ending to the Wannamaker trial. All charges have been dropped.”
It had been almost a whole month since the Wannamaker trial had come to its sudden and unexpected end and in the aftermath, Marcia Mullins had had to endure the ridicule of what she’d done. Even she was not quite sure why she’d moved for dismissal. She was only sure that it was the right thing to do but finally, hubbub over the trial had died away as the news organizations had found something new on which they could report.
Complete anonymity would probably never be hers, she thought. Well, not until the voters turned her out of office and maybe not even then but this was as good as it got so she walked up the path and she knocked on the doors and she waited for someone to answer.
It didn’t take long and then she was being ushered into an office. She was told to wait.
She didn’t have long to wait before the door to the office opened and in walked its owner. “Marcia,” said Dr. Wannamaker. “How nice to see you here.”
He sounded surprised but Marcia had the feeling that he really wasn’t all that surprised. “Dr. Wannamaker,” she said, “I was wondering if I could ask you a favor.”
The man smiled. “You can ask me anything you want. Whether it is in my power to grant it is another thing altogether.”
Marcia was hardly sure about that. She thought he had more power than he let on but that wasn’t why she’d come here. “I’ve been a bad girl,” she blurted out.
“I’m sorry. I’m not sure I heard you correctly.”
Marcia was sure he’d heard her correctly but it didn’t really matter. “I’ve been a bad girl,” she said again.
“And what have you done that was so bad?”
“I had you arrested,” Marcia said, “and then I put you on trial. I should never have done that.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” the man agreed.
“I should be punished.”
“Yes, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Marcia couldn’t help but feel her heart jump. He was right, of course. She would like that.
“And I suppose you think I should humor you in this request?”
“Yes, please.” She hadn’t realized that she’d meant to beg until she’d actually done it.
“Well, I suppose if that’s what you want, I suppose you need to assume the position.”
She’d already removed her skirt and her panties when he stopped her. “I want to see all of it,” he said.
Yes, of course. If that was what he wanted, then that was what he was going to get. Off came her blouse and then her bra and finally, she was standing naked before him.
“Now,” he said. “Assume the position.”
Marcia laid herself across the man’s desk. It didn’t matter that she was on display for him. It didn’t matter that he could see everything. The only thing that mattered was that she needed this. The only thing that mattered was she needed it a lot.
Thwack! The man’s hand came down on her ass.
“Ow,” the woman whimpered. “Ow. It hurts.”
Dr. Wannamaker’s hand spanked her again. “It’s supposed to hurt. After all, you’ve been such a bad girl.”
Thwck! He spanked her again and Marcia whimpered but she didn’t say anything. After all, she knew she’d been a bad girl and she knew this was for her own good. She really should be thankful, she thought to herself. She really should be thankful that he was willing to spend the time with her.
Thwack! He spanked her yet again. “Ow,” she cried out in a girlish voice. “Ow. It hurts.”
“I know it hurts,” the man said, “but what are you again.”
“I’m a bad girl,” and this time, the woman’s voice had all the temerity of a defiant eight-year-old who was getting spanked for the very first time.
The man spanked her again and again, she complained. “I’m a bad girl,” the childish voice said.
“And again.”
“I’m a bad girl,” the girl said between sobs.
“And again,” the man said as the woman’s ass turned from pink to red. “And again ... and again ... and again ...”
The woman was sobbing when Thaddeus Wannamaker finally let up on her ass. “You understand why I had to do that, don’t you?”
“Because I was bad,” the girl said.
“That’s right. Because you were bad but I’ve got something to make you feel better.”
“What?” the woman asked sullenly.
“That tone of voice. I can help you but only if you ask me nicely.”
“I want your help,” Marcia said with a sniffle.
“I’m not sure that’s good enough.”
“Please.”
“Maybe later.”
“No now,” Marcia said petulantly.
“I’m not sure I like your tone.”
“Please.”
“What’s that?”
“I said please,” Marcia said. “I said it like a good girl. Please.”
“Say it again.”
“Please.”
“Oh very well,” and before Marcia knew it, she felt a cock sliding up inside her.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned.
“You like that, don’t you.”
It was a statement not a question. “Oh yeah,” the woman moaned.
“That’s why you came here, isn’t it? You wanted to be like all the other women, didn’t you?”
“Oh yeah.”
“You want to be my slave. You want me to be your master.”
“Yes. Yes, that’s what I want. I want you to be my master.”
“You’re just like all those other girls. You’re just a slave to my cock.”
“Oh yes. I’m a ... I’m a slave to your cock.”
“You’re no better than the lowliest of the lows. That makes you the lowliest of the lows. What are you?”
“I’m a slave to your cock.”
“Good girl. My cock owns you and now my cock is going to cum inside you. You want this because you are a slave to my cock.”
“Yes.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Cum inside your slave, Master.”
The man groaned and then he groaned once more and Marcia knew what he was doing and she was glad because he’d cum inside his slave.
“You’re a good slave,” he told her.
She was happy. She’d passed the test. She was a good slave.
“You’ll be coming back here whenever I want to fuck your pussy, won’t you, slave.”
Of course, she would. She was his slave. She was his good slave. She needed him to fill her up. She needed him to use her body. She needed him for everything.
“You’ll be back.”
She’d be back, Marcia knew. After all, she was a good slave.