"BULLSHIT. YOU ALWAYS WERE A WORTHLESS LITTLE CUNT. COME HERE" I screamed at her as I dragged her by the hair over to the couch.To this day I have no ...dea how I maintained my poise throughout this "passion play". Hell, I should have gotten an Oscar.I pulled her by her hair over to the couch where I sat down and told her to get over my knee. And she did.My cock was poking her in her stomach as I reached between the seat cushions and took out the paddle that I had hidden there just in case I. The more I tried to get her on-side, the more she seemed to look down on me. One afternoon in the doctors’ mess I shared my worries with one of the second years I’d got friendly with.‘Mate you cant worry about that, she’s from the old school of female surgeons, she thinks that the only way to make it as a woman is to not only be fucking good, but be more of a bitch too. You know what, she’s probably right. And if it helps at all, that cow has been making my life complete hell too.’And so our. “No, not at all. We usually come here after work on Friday to unwind. Come on over. We won’t bite,” she giggled, now having decided I was comfortable with her approaching me.I picked up my mug of beer and followed her over to her table of six. Karla was right, I did recognize a couple of the four other girls.“Girls, you remember Nick Minter don’t you? He was going with Marianna Alvarez when we were in college together,” she announced.“Oh, sure,” a good looking redhead said. “Take a seat, Nick.. ” “So they gave you the full treatment did they?” Samantha asked as she finished the last bite of her salad. “Fuck yes they did, damn I am getting excited just thinking about it.” I said as I squirmed in my seat. Samantha laughed hard before saying, “Oh shit, you are hooked!” I laughed back at her, “Yeah, I think I am!” We sat and talked about other things for about ten minutes as we finished our wine. When it came time to leave Samantha paid for all of it, which I objected to at first. Then.