Daddy Dom and the Bad Girl

by Kitty Jones

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  The Doctor’s Naughty Little

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  Melanie Blake didn’t want to go to her doctor’s appointment. She sat in the parking lot and looked at the clinic. It looked…cold: cold and unwelcoming. She didn’t want to go, didn’t want to step inside those doors. It held nothing for her. There was nothing good in there: nothing at all.

  Only, she knew that she had to pluck up the courage it would take to walk through those doors. She needed to visit the doctor. She needed to go inside and she needed to talk to someone and there was nothing else that could be done about it.

  It was all her fault, really.

  That’s why she was there.

  She had made a bad choice, slept with a bad person, and now she had to face the consequences of those actions.

  And oh, were those actions so not worth it.

  Sleeping with one person might have been enough on its own, but she’d slept with several, and she hadn’t been very careful or safe or sane about it. Consensual? Yeah, it had all been consensual, and it had been fun, but it hadn’t sated her desires. It hadn’t given her what she really needed.

  And now she was here.

  She was at the doctor’s office and soon she was going to go inside and face the consequences of what she’d done. She was going to be brave and bold and she was going to be fierce. Slay. That’s what she was going to do: fucking slay.

  She’d hesitated long enough, though, and finally, Melanie decided to get out of the car. She slammed the door shut harder than she should have. For a second, she thought about apologizing to her little Saturn, but she thought twice. She was already being punished by coming to this appointment. She didn’t need to traumatize herself further by saying she was sorry to a hunk of metal.

  She went into the doctor’s office and walked up to the receptionist’s desk. Melanie tried to breathe normally. She could do this. She could be normal. Only, part of her thought that she couldn’t. She had never really fit in and she certainly didn’t fit in now. Not here in the doctor’s office.

  The clinic was full, which was probably to be expected for a Monday afternoon. People were here with their kids and their grandmothers. Everyone needed to get a checkup today, apparently, but she was the only one here for the kind of check that she needed, and that made Melanie feel embarrassed.

  “Can I help you?” The receptionist asked. She had dark black hair and it was pinned up in a neat bun. It was a little intimidating, but Melanie tried to remind herself that the woman wasn’t here to judge her. The lady wasn’t interested in that. She was just doing her job.

  “Hi,” Melanie said. “I have an appointment with Dr. Grey.”

  “What time is your appointment?”

  “Two-thirty.”

  “Name?”

  “Melanie Blake.”

  “Okay, Melanie. Is your insurance information the same?”

  “Yes.”

  “Have a seat,” the receptionist motioned to the office. “And we’ll call you back as soon as we can.”

  “Thanks,” Melanie said, remembering her manners. She headed over to one of the chairs and sat down next to a lady who was bouncing a little baby on her knee. The kid had a carefree life, Melanie thought. Seriously. That kid didn’t have a thing in the world to worry about, did he? He could do anything, be anyone. He could do whatever. All he had to worry about was his mom, and she would take care of him.

  Sometimes Melanie wished her life could be more like that.

  It wasn’t, though.

  Instead, her life was a series of bad choices that had severe consequences. Namely, they wasted her time. She shouldn’t have partied last week. She shouldn’t have done anything she’d done because now, not only was she sitting at the doctor’s office, but she was also without a job. Who knew how long she’d be unemployed? Finding a new job wasn’t always easy. It could be weeks or even a month before she had a new place to work.

  Shit.

  She might have to move back in with her mother.

  Just then, she heard her name.

  “Melanie,” a friendly nurse called from the doorway. Melanie tried not to pay attention to the people staring as she made her way over. She had essentially skipped the line, but she wasn’t sure why. Once they were in the back hallway, she looked at the nurse.

  “Shouldn’t those other people be first?” She asked.

  The nurse shook her head. “They’re seeing Dr. Shelly today. Besides,” the nurse said, tapping the chart. “Dr. Grey thinks you need to be seen urgently.”

  “Urgently?” Melanie gulped. “Why urgently?”

  The nurse gave her a strange look, but shook her head.

  “Come on,” she said. “Let’s get you into the exam room.”

  Once they were in the room, the nurse weighed Melanie, took her blood pressure, and asked her a few questions about current medications. Then she asked the question that Melanie had been dreading.

  “Okay,” she said. “Tell me, what brings you in here today?”

  “Uh, where do I start?” Melanie laughed nervously. Was there any way she could just ask the doctor her questions? Did she really have to ask the nurse, too? That didn’t seem very fair. To be honest, the nurse seemed kind of nice. She reminded Melanie of a friendly grandmother, even though the lady was probably only 40 or 50 years old. It was still much older than Melanie. At 23, she was very aware of her youth and her ignorance. It kept getting her into trouble, after all.

  “Start from the beginning,” the nurse said gently. She watched Melanie, listening carefully, and Melanie shrugged.

  The beginning?

  Okay, she could do that.

  She tried to think of a way to explain her situation without sounding like a total and complete slut, only she couldn’t. She bit her lip and shook her head. Finally, she blurted it out.

  “I had sex last week with some people,” she said loudly. Too loudly. There were people walking around in the hallway. She imagined they were standing outside of the door listening, but that would be crazy.

  “Okay,” the nurse said. “So do you need to be checked for pregnancy?”

  “No, I…I’m on the pill.”

  “Did you use protection?” The nurse asked gently.

  Melanie just shook her head.

  “Okay,” the nurse said. “So you had unprotected sex last week and you’d like to talk to Dr. Grey about it.”

  “Yes,” she said.

  This time, her voice came out like a whisper, and she felt the heat of a blush erupting on her face. She couldn’t bear the fact that the nurse knew her secret now. She didn’t want anyone else to know.

  Maybe she should just run away.

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  Punishing the Babysitter

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  Marcus didn't want to go home after work because it meant dealing with Vanessa. He was pretty sure she'd been stealing from him, but he couldn't be completely sure. Vanessa was his babysitter. Her job was to come over and watch Trisha while Marcus was at work. That was it. More importantly, it was only for two hours every day.

  Vanessa watched Trisha from 3:30 to 5:30 every day after school. Trisha was in the second grade and was old enough to ride the bus home, but she still needed someone to walk her home from the bus stop, make her a snack, and help her get started with her homework.

  That was supposed to be Vanessa's job. Until a few days ago, everything had been fine. Then Marcus had noticed a few problems happening.

  First off, the twenty bucks he'd left on his nightstand was gone. That should have been the first warning. He was too trusting, though, and everyone knew it. That had always been one of his problems.

  The second sign that she'd been stealing was that his favorite watch had seemingly vanished. At first, he thought he'd s
imply misplaced it, but now he knew better.

  The final straw was that yesterday after Vanessa left, he noticed his wallet was open on the coffee table. He never left his wallet on the coffee table. The only place he ever left his wallet was on the table by the front entrance.

  When he'd opened the wallet later, he saw that he was short ten dollars. Seriously? He paid her so much money and now he was out ten dollars on top of her normal wages.

  Enough was enough.

  Marcus had even gone to the trouble of casually asking Trisha if she'd taken any money from Daddy's wallet. He didn't want to jump to conclusions. After all, if he accused Vanessa of stealing from him, there was no going back.

  But Trisha had said it wasn't her.

  She claimed that she hadn't taken any money and that she knew her daddy would take care of her.

  Well, today was the day. Marcus was going to confront Vanessa. He'd already arranged for his mom to pick up Trisha at 5:25. She would be there around the same time as Marcus. Then he could talk to Vanessa privately before he drove her home.

  At least, he'd offer to drive her home.

  She might not want it after he fired her.

  Because he would have to.

  Wouldn't he?

  That's what you did when someone stole from you, especially a babysitter. Marcus sighed and stared at the clock. It was almost time to go home. It was time to face the music and talk with the babysitter about her bad behavior. It was time to let her know that naughty girls didn't get rewarded. Not at his home.

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