The Doctor and the Naughty Girl

by Evans, Trent

  “Come here,” he said.

  “Dane, I think—”

  “I said, come here.” He pointed at the floor. “Right here in front of me.”

  She complied, the clack of her heels at each step seeming almost deafening in the small tiled room.

  “Put your hands behind your back. Chin up.” He reached out and swatted her breast. “Tits out.”

  Amity did it, lifting her chin, meeting his gaze. Her nipples tightened to hard points, her belly stirring as his hard gaze fixed upon her, pinning her in place.

  “We’ve talked about how you’re to speak to me—and to Cathie—but apparently, we need to talk about how you’re to communicate in written form too. Do you agree?”

  “You haven’t talked to me all day, Dane.” She quailed at the way the muscles at the corner of his jaw bunched. “What was I supposed to—”

  “Quiet.” He pushed his hips away from the counter, stepping close, looming over her in that way that made her want to both flee and clutch her body tight to his. His palm lifted her breast, gently squeezing, a warning. His thumb coursed over the hard, tingling point of her nipple, making her breath catch. “Did it occur to you that we need to keep what we’re doing confidential?”

  She opened her mouth to protest, but he gave her a sharp shake of his head. She bit down the words.

  Smiling then, he took her nipple between his fingers. “I do like that you couldn’t get me out of your head though.” He took her other breast in hand, kneading both of them, pleasure arrowing straight to her clit, her pussy tightening. “That’s how I want my girl. I want her always thinking about me. Have you been?”

  Her nipples throbbed now as he tweaked both of them, threatening to draw a humiliating moan from her.

  “I asked you a question, Amity. Have you thought of me all day long?”

  “Yes… sir.”

  “Good.” His voice dropped an octave, the timbre of it rattling in her chest. “That’s very good. I’m pleased to hear that.”

  She gave him an uncertain smile, the relief of tension in her body almost making her sigh.

  “But we still need to address the inappropriate text you sent me, don’t we?”

  Her heart sank. “Yes, sir.”

  Dane caressed her cheek. “I want you to bend over the exam table.”

  “Sir, I don’t… “

  He just looked down upon her, almost serene, waiting. Expecting.

  Grimacing, she dropped her eyes and walked to the table, leaning over on her hands, the white paper crinkling loudly.

  “Feet together,” he said behind her.

  She obeyed, and he pulled her skirt up, bunching it at the small of her back, cool air swirling over her nearly naked bottom.

  “Pretty thong. Slutty, like those heels.”

  Her face flamed, and she dropped her head.

  The edge of his finger stroked her buttock. “Still some bruising here. That paddle does good work. Are you still sore?”

  What was the right answer? Would he want to spank her again if she said no? Would she be disappointed if a yes made him decide not to spank her?

  “No, sir.”

  “Hmm.” His hand lifted each cheek in turn, squeezing gently, as if to assess her flesh. “Best to let this heal all the way.”

  She sagged in relief, trying not to picture how ridiculous she must look, bent over the table, her bare ass on display. Her head shot up as she heard the sound of his belt buckle.

  “What are you—?”

  “Keep that lip zipped, Amity.” The sound of the belt being drawn through the loops of his slacks made her mouth go dry, her bottom squeezing tight. “You need a reminder of what happens when you’re disrespectful. Maybe next time you’ll pick your words more carefully, hmm?”

  “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful. I just—” she sighed, “—I wanted to talk to you.”

  “You can talk to me without the attitude, can’t you?”

  She winced. “Yes, sir.”

  “I’m your employer, but I’m much more than that now, aren’t I? What do you think I expect from you? What do you think I deserve?”

  “Respect, sir.”

  “That’s right. So I’m going to give you something to remind you about being respectful.”

  Lying in her bed at night, fantasizing, wasn’t quite like this. Here, bent over before him, she was as frightened of the pain as she was drawn to it, but it was that fear itself that seemed to increase her arousal still further. It made no sense.

  Dane crouched down behind her, his hands stroking her buttocks. Fingers hooked in the string of her thong, drawing it down, the gusset sticking to her pussy for one humiliating moment before falling away, leaving the tiny scrap of lace to stretch between her unsteady knees. His pleased murmur confirmed he’d seen the sticky evidence of her arousal, Amity’s face burning even more.

  Why is he taking down my thong if he’s not going to spank me?

  Of course, she knew the answer, even before Dane’s fingers eased open the lips of her pussy.

  “You’re wet, girl. Were you looking forward to this?”

  “No… sir.”

  “Your cunt says something different though.” His palm closed over her sex, squeezing it gently, rubbing slowly up and down, the friction on her clit making her want to push against him. “God, so hot, Amity.”

  His hands moved down her legs, caressing her thighs, making gooseflesh stand out as the wetness from his palm cooled on her skin.

  “I love your legs. So long. These thighs of yours—god damn.” He squeezed them, kneading the trembling muscles, his palm giving them a couple of gentle smacks, the ripple across her soft flesh making her whimper. She liked her legs, but she still thought her thighs were a little too heavy.

  Maybe if you spent more time in the gym, instead of a bar, they wouldn’t be?

  She felt Dane stand, his palm resting on her tailbone. Leather stroked against the backs of her thighs, and she stiffened.

  “Oh, God, please not there!”

  The first stroke fell heavy, the snap loud in the small room, the burst of heat more than she’d ever expected. Another stroke fell and she cried out, the belt lashing low, just above her knees.

  “Shh, stay quiet, Amity. Be good.”

  A third strike lashed across the middle of her thighs, and she bolted upright, reaching back to try to rub the burn away, the hurt clawing into the vulnerable flesh. The pain was even worse than a spanking on her ass!

  “No, no. Back down.” He tapped her hands with the leather. “Get your head down. Put your head on your forearms.”

  “Please, no more! It hurts!”

  “Then I’m getting through to you.” He took hold of her shoulder and pushed her down. She rested her hot face against her forearms, the fine downy hair there tickling her nose. “Stay there. Just a few more then we’re done.”

  The belt smacked her butt. “Ass out. No, not like that. Hollow your back and present your bottom properly, Amity. I shouldn’t have to tell you this every time you’re being punished. Now do it.”

  “Yes, sir,” she whimpered, the first hot tear tracking down her cheek, pooling against her arm. She obeyed him, hiding her face, knowing the position showed her wet pussy even more.

  The belt struck several times, not letting up, and at the last stroke she was weeping openly, the burning fire across her thighs taking her breath away.

  “There, that’s all, girl.” His fingers traced the aching marks, making her whimper through her tears. “That’s it, all over now. You did so well, Amity.”

  For several minutes, he stroked and caressed her burning flesh, his touch eventually becoming soothing. She closed her eyes, laying her wet cheek on her arm, her sobs fading away as the heat at her core increased with each gentle touch of his warm hands. Soon, his touch moved to her inner thighs, easing them open as far as the thong still around her knees would allow. She gasped when two fingers eased between her hot, wet labia, a fingertip find
ing her now throbbing clit, stroking it in firm circles. She murmured as his touch grew bolder, his heavy hand pressing to her lower back to still the swirling of her hips as he stoked her arousal higher and higher. Two long fingers plunged deep, stirring her, the sound of her wetness making her blush again.

  “Your cunt is flooded, girl. Did you like the belt?”

  “N-no, sir.”

  “Hmm, I wonder.” He swirled wet fingertips over and over her hard clit and she let go a long moan.

  God, please let me come.

  He kept at her clit, circling it faster and faster. She cried out as he pressed three fingers into her, thrusting firmly as he worked her, his growling voice only making her push back upon him more.

  “Please! I need to come. Please!”

  “Do you deserve to, after I had to punish you?” His low gravelly voice seemed to vibrate the clit his fingers mercilessly rubbed back and forth. The tension built deep in her belly, her hips pushing back hard at each thrust of those devastating, stretching fingers.

  “Please… I’m sorry. God, I need…!”

  “Come, bad girl. Come on my fingers.”

  She groaned loudly, her orgasm rolling over her in an overwhelming tide, a high shriek torn from her throat as she went over, squeezing against those still thrusting fingers plundering her pussy.

  Dane cooed at her as she came back to earth, her breath coming hard, her lips moving wordlessly against her arm.

  “Good! So good,” he murmured, a hand swirling up and down her hip. “Come on, up now.”

  His hand grasped her shoulder, pulling her upright until she sagged back against him, her thighs pinned against the edge of the exam table. His hot breath whispered against her skin as he kissed her temple, then down behind and below her ear. She panted, turning her head to the side, hoping he’d continue. His soft lips and tongue eased their wet heat down the soft skin of her neck, his hand taking hold of her hair to pull her head back further, his mouth sucking and licking at the hollow of her throat. Incredibly, her belly fluttered again, her clit standing at attention once more, and she turned to him, finding his mouth, growling into him as her tongue stabbed deep, tasting him. The hand in her hair pulled her head back and he looked down upon her, his eyes gone almost black, the glint of lust in their dark depths making her smile.

  “Down on your knees,” he said, with a sly curl of his lips.

  Sinking down slowly, he took hold of her hair, forcing her to look up at him.

  “Take out my cock.”

  Yes.

  Then he was in her hand, hard and hot, the broad head glistening with moisture at the tip. She darted her head forward to lick it, but he held her fast.

  “Please, I want to… “

  “Do you get to do anything with it until I say?” He gave her a little jerk of her head, the roots of her hair stinging.

  “No, sir.”

  “Use your hand, stroke it. Slowly, up and down.”

  She did, squeezing him as she did it, loving the way his body shuddered. He made her stroke his cock until the veins were swollen, the head an inflamed red.

  “Lick it now.”

  She moaned as she tasted the salt of him, swirling her tongue over his cock, longing to take him between her lips.

  “Open that mouth, Amity.”

  He drew her forward by her hair, his thick cock plunging firmly, making her gag a little at each deep stroke. She placed her hands on his thighs as she sucked, over and over, feeling the ripple of the muscles through his slacks.

  “That’s right, just relax that throat. Suck it hard as I pull out. Just like that. Yessss, good girl.”

  Soon he had her bobbing fast, the fist twisted in her hair controlling all of it. When his breathing grew labored, his thighs like corded steel under her hands, he pulled her away. She looked up at him, meeting his fiery gaze as he fisted his cock, his chest moving like a bellows. He drew the wet head across her soft lips, lightly slapping the heavy weight of it against one cheek, then the other, her flush burning hot again. His wicked smile was full of lust, possessiveness, and it drove her desire still higher.

  Driving into her mouth again, he thrust fast and hard, until his cock swelled even further.

  “Swallow every fucking drop,” he rumbled, just before the hot seed flooded over her tongue. She choked and sputtered once, but swallowed down all of his salty essence, locking gazes with him as she did.

  “Such a good girl,” he murmured, pulling out, a last drop spilling over her lower lip. His thumb caught the drop and held it up for her to lick off. She kissed it, looking up at him with a shy smile.

  Dane pulled her to her feet again, squeezing the breath from her lungs as he crushed her to his body, kissing her hard one last time, the taste of his seed still on her lips and tongue. His hand eased down her back, clutching her sore bottom in a proprietary grip.

  “Time for you to go home, bad girl.”

  She lowered her gaze, pressing a kiss against his broad chest. “Yes, sir.”

  He watched her as she dressed, barking at her to turn her bottom toward him as she pulled her thong back up. When she had herself put together, she walked reluctantly to the door, already missing both the warmth of his arms and the heat of his discipline.

  “Amity.”

  She looked back at him.

  “Next Friday, we’ll be conducting the second part of your medical exam.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  The wind and rain had driven everyone else out of the hospital courtyard, but Dane found it a relief. He found a bench that faced southeast, directly into the wind, the cold breeze steadily blowing, keeping the spitting rain off of him. His scrubs kept him surprisingly warm, but if he needed to he’d use the coat laid across his lap. He wasn’t going back in unless he had to.

  Three deliveries on top of one another had left his hands shaking, his eyes bleary. The day was only half over though, and worse, it was a Monday. Mondays could be tough.

  Births seemed to come in clusters—and he knew he still had more patients that were due any day. Two of the deliveries were fill-ins for Dr. Vance, who was still on vacation. One of the babies, an otherwise healthy boy, had been delivered significantly cyanotic, so much so that they’d called down the crash team, just in case. Fortunately, after his first dose of O2, the baby had pinked right up. It didn’t always go so well.

  “Want some company?”

  He looked up to see Amity standing there, her dark ponytail whipping in the wind, Starbucks clutched in both hands. She handed him one.

  “How’d you know I was out here?” He took the coffee, the heat welcome against his chilled fingers.

  “Cathie.” Amity sat down next to him, tucking one pale hand between her jeans-clad thighs. “She’s a lot nicer to me when I play the meek good girl with her.”

  Dane chuckled. “Yeah, I’d imagine so.”

  You have no idea, my dear.

  “Couldn’t you have picked a cooler spot?” She gently nudged him with an elbow. “I mean, it’s like a sauna out here.”

  “Smartass.”

  Her big black coat looked plenty warm, with space enough for two. He didn’t think he’d pass up a chance to share a coat with Amity. No, much worse fates could befall a man.

  They sat and drank for a minute, the breeze blowing steady and loud in Dane’s ears. He didn’t want to admit how good it felt having the bewitching young woman sitting next to him, braving the cool wind.

  Amity sighed. “I wanted to ask you something, and I hope I’m not… out of place when I ask it.”

  He looked over at her. “You know what happens when you do something… out of place.”

  Her pink tongue darted out to wet dry lips. “I—well, I hardly know anything about you. Outside of work—and, um, what happens here—we don’t really see each other.”

  “Does that bother you?”

  Her blue eyes darted to him then slid away. “I—I don’t know. Maybe. If this is all you want, then that’s cool—I guess
.”

  Dane knew better. The fact was he’d been feeling the same thing, but it wasn’t that simple. Her father made sure of that. It had been easier, safer, to keep it the way things had been.

  But she wasn’t the only one who longed for more.

  “I’ve got time on Thursday night. I’ll still be on call, but it should be fine.”

  “What do you mean?” She balanced her coffee on one thigh, warming both hands around it.

  “A date.” He pulled his phone from his pocket, bringing up his calendar. “I’m going to text you the name and address of my favorite place to eat.”

  “Okay,” she said, the eagerness in her voice not completely submerged.

  He sipped from the cup, thankful he was sitting, his cock unfurling at the prospect of what he wanted to do. He let the steel back into his voice, making sure she could hear him over the wind.

  “I want you in a dress or skirt, and heels. Something slutty. No makeup, no jewelry. And I want your hair up. You can wear a coat on your walk from the car to the restaurant, but I want it off as soon as you walk through the front door. You got me?”

  She looked over at him, those big brown eyes wide. “Um, yes. Sir.”

  “Be prepared to answer some questions. And you’d better not even think about lying to me, Amity.”

  Her mouth dropped open, but she nodded and her gaze lowered. “I won’t. I won’t lie, sir.”

  “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, Amity. Because if you don’t, you’re going to find yourself in the deep end of the ocean. Look at me.”

  Slowly she raised her head, meeting his gaze.

  “I like control, and I’ll control you. Completely. You need to ask yourself if you’re prepared to deal with that—and prepared to submit to it.”

  “Why?”