The Doctor's Command

by Loki Renard

  She sat back on the bed, her knees up, the script resting below her breasts as she started to scan the text. Paul stayed sitting on his bunk, setting up a small receiver that would enable communication when they got out of range of the distant cell towers.

  For a few minutes, relative peace reigned. Then a feminine gasp of outrage broke his attention.

  “You spanked this woman!”

  Paul looked up to see Chloe staring at him with a shocked expression. Her hair was askew from having been lying down with the script, but she was sitting bolt upright now, her wide brown eyes reminding him of a startled animal.

  “Is this right?” She jabbed her finger at the paper. “Or is this some liberty they took with the script, like with the love story?”

  “That part is true.”

  Chloe’s eyes were wide. “Why did you spank her? I mean, in real life?”

  “Because she was a brat,” he said simply. “The whole reason she got cut off from the Red Cross in the first place is she didn’t follow orders. I couldn’t risk that happening again. It might have cost us both our lives, so I made damn sure she followed mine.”

  “Wow,” Chloe gasped. “What did she do when you did that?”

  “Hm. Cried, as I recall, and promised to be a good girl.”

  She felt herself blush furiously. “Well, you won’t be doing that to me,” she said firmly.

  “That depends if you’re a good girl.”

  Chloe’s jaw dropped. “You are kidding,” she said. “You are kidding, right?”

  Paul smiled at her. “Something in your tone tells me you hope I’m not.”

  “No, it doesn’t!”

  She was lying. He could hear the excited pitch in her voice, he could see the flush on her cheeks and cleavage. Just saying the word spanking was making her blush. Interesting. Very interesting.

  * * *

  Chloe could not believe the conversation they were having. From the moment she’d read the script cues where Paul’s character took her character Jodie and spanked her bare bottom—emphasis on the bare—she’d felt a hot flush running through her blood. She’d known there would likely be a sex scene, and she’d been looking forward to playing that, but it had never, not for a second, occurred to her there might be some disciplinary or punishment scenes in the movie too. And not just the movie… she could tell by the look in Paul’s eye and the feeling in the pit of her stomach that there was a real chance that spanking scene was about to happen in real life.

  “I think you’ve needed a good spanking for a long time,” he said, his voice gravelly and low, his eyes holding hers with a relentless gaze. “You’ve needed someone to take you in hand, turn you over his lap, and spank your bottom bright red.”

  “No, I haven’t,” she said, squirming. She was blushing more brightly now, avoiding his gaze by staring at his forehead instead of his eyes. She stuffed her hands beneath her butt, as if that would protect her from the spanking she knew she deserved.

  “I think you have,” he drawled. “Those online rants sounded like a brat begging for someone to do something about her. Did anything happen to you, Chloe? Did you get the response you were looking for?”

  “Yeah, anything happened! People got mad,” Chloe exclaimed. “I fucked up my career. I had to take this movie in the middle of nowhere, but…”

  “What if someone had come and taken your phone off you before any of that happened? If someone had given you a damn good thrashing after the first tweets? You think you’d be here now?”

  “Well,” she shrugged. “I guess not.”

  He sat up straight, put the receiver to the side, and patted his lap. “Come over here, Chloe.”

  “What? Why?”

  “You know why.”

  “Come on, Paul,” she pleaded. “Don’t do this to me.”

  “Remember the rules, Chloe,” he said calmly. “The rules you agreed to when you took this movie. You’re living in my world now. You do as I tell you to.”

  “But I haven’t done anything!” Her voice rose to a whine. She’d never been spanked in her life, never thought about the possibility of being spanked either. Like a lot of things, that was something that only happened to other people.

  “It’s not whether you’ve done anything or not. It’s whether you do what I’m telling you to do now.”

  She made a sound that was something like a whine, but was really more of a squeak. Truth be told, she couldn’t have gone over there if she’d wanted to. She was frozen with a paralyzing embarrassment that didn’t allow her to do anything other than sit there and stare at him like a deer in the headlights. It wasn’t about any desire to be a rebel anymore. It was an overload of confusion, excitement, and the sort of fear that made her clit tingle. Chloe found herself utterly mesmerized by the handsome older man who seemed so sure of himself. In that moment, the weight of his life experience, his military background, his survival skills, his undeniable authority all combined to make his presence fearfully arousing.

  The moment stretched out for what seemed like an eternity before he took pity on her. Instead of repeating himself, Paul stood up then sat down on her bed next to her. He reached his large hand out to hers as he had done before, but instead of shaking it, he used his grasp to pull her over his thighs. She was so shocked by the situation that it wasn’t until she felt herself tipping over his lap that she suddenly snapped to realization and started to squirm.

  “Settle down,” he said, his deep voice calming her momentarily. “You’re not in trouble. I want you to have some idea of what this feels like so you can avoid trouble later on. We both know you’re not going to find this easy, Chloe. But you need to know what you’re getting into.”

  She felt his palm descend on her bottom, lightly cupping her ass. Her leggings provided very little in the way of protection. She could feel the warmth of his palm against her skin through the relatively thin fabric and wished she’d worn underwear with more coverage than a thong.

  There was a brief moment in which all her attention was on his palm and the way it felt to have him touching her ass that she almost forgot what she was there for. That moment didn’t last long. His hand drew away and returned with a stinging slap.

  “Ow!” She let out a cry of surprise and shock. “That hurts!”

  “Spankings do hurt,” Paul said. “They’re designed to get your attention, teach you a lesson on a level you won’t forget. See, I could spend two weeks telling you what it was like out there, or telling you why it’s important you do as you’re told, but no combination of words will do for you what one good, sound spanking will.”

  His palm left her bottom again and returned with a harder slap, this time delivered to her other cheek. Chloe stiffened and whimpered as the sting spread across her bottom, a hot tingling sensation that made her feel like little invisible prickles were being dragged across her butt.

  “Ow! Okay! I get it!” She tried placating him. “I’ll do as you say. You don’t need to do this.”

  “I do need to do this,” he replied, landing two more slaps to her now quivering butt cheeks. “Because if I ever need to discipline you for real, I want you to have had a taste of what’s coming. If I have to spank you for real, you’ll find out just how gentle this is.”

  As he spoke his palm was moving from one side of her bottom to the other, slapping her cheeks with swift, stinging slaps that compounded the heat in her cheeks until she was squirming and grasping at the scratchy blanket, his leg, anything that might somehow get her off his hard lap.

  She’d imagined what it would be like to be held against his body, but not this way. His thighs were two hard ridges under her soft belly, a muscular, masculine plane against which she was pinned with ease. He was so casually strong, barely exerting any effort at all to keep her in place as he spanked her butt to a toasty heat.

  “Okay, Paul, I get it!”

  “No, you don’t,” he said calmly. “Not yet.”

  “How do you know that?”

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bsp; “Because you’re struggling. You’re trying to control this. You’re not understanding the message of this spanking at all, which is that I decide when you get spanked and when you don’t.” His palm cupped her bottom firmly as he leaned down, his voice gravelly in her ear. “You’re mine, Chloe. In every sense of the word. You have one choice: to obey.”

  As he spoke, Chloe felt something deep within her spark to life. She couldn’t name it; it was a reaction she’d never felt before. Something like respect, but deeper. Something like lust, but it touched more than her erogenous zones. It was a flowering of an impulse she’d never known she had, and the feeling only grew as he started to spank her again, his stern palm meeting her butt over and over again in a series of firm slaps that continued by the dozen until her whole bottom felt as though it was fizzing and swelling with a heat that was sinking through her leggings and her skin, even through her flesh. It went right to the core of her and there it created ripples that made every part of her body react. Her clit felt tight and tingly, and there was a welling wetness between her lower lips that made her glad that she was covered with some modesty, even if it was just a skimpy thong and thin leggings.

  The spanking stopped for a moment, and his hands went to the waistband of her leggings. Chloe bit her lower lip as she felt him begin to peel them down over her cheeks, baring her spanked bottom to his gaze.

  He’d said he’d know she’d learned her lesson when she obeyed, but the embarrassment of having her butt bared for a spanking made it difficult to attempt the pretense of obedience anymore.

  “Please…” She put her hand back over her bottom.

  His much larger hand took her wrist and pinned it gently at the small of her back. She had succeeded only in giving him another point to restrain her by.

  “Paul… come on…” She was whining again, but she didn’t care. Her face was almost hotter than her bottom thanks to the furious blushing she was doing. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

  “Is that a promise you can keep, you think?”

  Chloe sucked a breath through her teeth as his palm settled on her bare cheeks and began to rub her bottom. His touch was practical, but intimate. He had a doctor’s manner about him in the way he made her totally vulnerable and yet seemed to feel he had an absolute right to handle her as he deemed necessary. She could feel the string of her thong pulling tight, the little triangle of fabric threatening to expose her lower lips if it moved even a fraction of an inch.

  “I’ll try,” she said, attempting honesty.

  “That’s probably all you can promise right now,” Paul said, rubbing her butt in slow circles. Each pass brought his fingertips close to the string of the thong, and as the motion of his hand grew larger, his fingers caught the string more and more until she felt the little scrap of fabric responsible for the last vestiges of modesty start to move. It clung to her lower lips a little, thanks to the moisture welling at the seam of her labia, but lost the battle and soon began to slide back and forth with the motion of his hand. She didn’t know if he knew what he was doing, but the silk of her thong gently sliding across her pussy lips was driving her crazy with desire. Her clit was pressed hard against his thigh, so much so that every little motion of her hips sent a little zip of pleasure right through her belly.

  The mood had changed. The very air felt different as she drew it into her lungs, as her hips started a slow grind that she could barely control or contain. It was the natural thing for them to do, and it felt so good to have both her clit and her lips stimulated with the wet fabric of her thong as she wriggled her hot bottom over the doctor’s thighs.

  “Very good,” he praised softly.

  She felt his fingers curl underneath the string and he began to gently tug at the thong, pulling it tight against her mound and still moving in those devastatingly arousing little circles that massaged her clit and her lips and made her clutch at his leg as she felt the beginnings of orgasm begin to rise in her.

  “Paul…” She moaned his name softly. She would have arched her hips off his lap, following the motion of the thong, but he still had her pinned by her wrist and so there was nothing she could do but take the pleasure he gave her and no more than that.

  He could have been cruel and stopped the stimulation. He could have left her hanging on the verge of climax totally unsatisfied. She was half afraid he would, until she felt the string of her thong pulled to the side, her damp lower lips exposed to his gaze.

  Chloe blushed, knowing that he was looking at her smooth slit. She was waxed there as part of her beauty regimen. She couldn’t wear the skimpy bikinis and costumes that her movies so often demanded if there was any risk of stray curls escaping, so her mound was immaculately maintained without so much as a strand of hair.

  She heard an intake of breath as Paul looked at her pussy, then a soft growl that sounded to her heated ears like one of desire. She lifted her hips a little, hoping that he would take the motion as an invitation to touch her there.

  They were strangers to one another really, but there was a magnetic attraction that Paul did not seem any more immune to than she had been.

  “This is not in the script,” he said in husky tones, keeping her pussy bared to his gaze. “And it’s not in any military manual either.”

  “Do you need written instructions to tell you what to do with me?”

  Her smart-ass response made him drop her thong back into place and slap her bottom, first the left cheek, then the right, hard slaps that made the sting in her bottom flare into new life.

  “You’re a mouthy little brat,” he lectured.

  “Everybody knows that,” she countered, her clit still aching for stimulation as she wriggled herself as hard against his lap as she dared. “That’s why I’m here.”

  “You won’t be leaving here a mouthy brat,” he promised. “I’ll see to that.”

  The words made Chloe’s stomach do another one of those flip-flops as a new feeling came over her. In addition to the arousal and the excitement, both of which were at a pitch that made every part of her yearn for him, there was now a warm sensation filling her body that had nothing to do with a physical touch and everything to do with the tone in his voice as he told her he was going to make her change her ways.

  Chase had yelled at her for her behavior, the media had condemned her for it too, but Paul was actually trying to do something about it. He barely knew her and yet he seemed to care more than almost anybody else.

  In spite of the stern threat in his tone, she felt herself relaxing over his thighs and into a sense of safety she’d never experienced before. She didn’t have to pretend to be a good girl with this military doctor. He was going to make sure she was one.

  Her reaction seemed to please him, because he stopped spanking her and instead went back to teasing her with her thong, pulling the string tight up between her cheeks so that it created a most erotic wedgie, the pressure of the silk sliding across her slick, sensitive lips drawing a moan from her mouth.

  With the thong held taut across her lips, he used the fingers of his free hand to lightly tap over her lips and clit. It was a gentle spanking delivered to her panty-clad pussy. It didn’t hurt at all, but it did make her lower muscles clench hard. Chloe could feel her inner walls responding to him; he wasn’t even inside her panties and yet he was making every part of her pussy react. She could feel her juices soaking the scrap of fabric and the string of the thong itself, which was sliding between her lips as her hips ground back and forth. She was rutting like a bitch in heat, dry humping him, fucking herself on her own panties, and he was watching her pleasure herself with a desperation she’d never felt before.

  She had to come. She had to reach the peak she could feel building inside her. Her thoughts were jumbled, her cheeks at both ends of her body flushed, her baser instincts taking over as she splayed her legs and thrust her hips against him, losing all inhibitions as climax finally came to her, a rushing pleasure that cascaded from the depths of her pussy throughout her
body, releasing all the tension that had been building from the moment Paul took her over his knee.

  “Oh my god,” she moaned as he held her there on his lap and caressed her bottom throughout the orgasm, patting her bright red cheeks lightly as she finally started to settle back to earth and feel her body as something other than raw coursing pleasure.

  * * *

  Paul had not intended to make her come. He’d meant to give her a good spanking and set her straight, but the sight of the spirited and beautiful young woman writhing on his lap had gotten the better of him. He could still smell the scent of her arousal, a delicate intoxicant that left his cock hard in his pants. If he’d been a man of less control, he would have ripped that thong right off her body and sank himself as deep inside her as he could go.

  “Now do you see why being a good girl and taking your spankings is important?” He asked the paternal question in a husky drawl.

  “I see why she let you spank her,” Chloe said with a little gasp as he squeezed her reddened bottom lightly. “That’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever done to me.”

  “Well, it wasn’t quite so hot at the time,” Paul said. “Without the orgasm, a good spanking just hurts. If you act up out here, you’ll find that out for yourself.”

  She started to squirm by way of sitting up, and he let her right herself on his lap so they could talk a little more easily. He was satisfied to see that she wasn’t quite comfortable when she sat; her squirming continued as they talked, though she did not seem to be in any real pain. It hadn’t been a proper spanking at all really, it had been a bottom warming foreplay, and the result was that his cock was hard as hell inside his cargo pants.

  As Chloe shifted on his lap, her hip brushed the hard rod. She looked at him with a knowing grin. “You didn’t come yet,” she said. “Want me to suck you?”