Yes, doctor.
“You know this holiday tomorrow? Well, it’s our wedding and honeymoon in one,” Aoife admitted as she picked up an armful of old clothes, and without hesitation she threw them in the rubbish pile. Fiona spluttered on her wine.
“Oh, my God, you’re getting married. Congratulations!” Fiona squealed as she jumped up and squeezed the living daylights out of Aoife, spilling her wine in the process, luckily over the bundle of clothes for the bin.
“I can’t believe it. Aoife Devine is actually getting married,” she said again, shaking her head in disbelief. “The man-eating tigress has finally been tamed.”
At ten minutes past ten, Aoife arrived at the hospital. Matt hated her to be late for appointments. He said if every other patient could make it on time, she damn well could too. But it really wasn’t her fault. Not this time. He’d lent her his car to move her stuff to his apartment, and she had left in plenty of time. She should have texted him though, but truthfully, it had escaped her mind. Aoife knew she would spend at least part the first night of their trip in the corner with a very sore bottom. That was not how she had intended to start it. She had an idea; she switched off her phone. Nervously she rapped on his door.
“Come in, Miss Devine. You’re late,” a stern voice called through the very slightly ajar door. That tone! Forget butterflies, there was a flock of pigeons set loose in her tummy.
“I’m sorry, there was a car broken down at the car park entrance, I had to wait until it was pushed out of the way,” Aoife said, looking straight at him.
“You could have let me know.”
“I know, but I forgot my phone, Matt,” she fibbed. He glared at her. “Sorry, Dr. McDaid.”
Damn it, she really was messing up. It must be nerves about the fortnight ahead. Luckily, he let it go and accepted her excuse without question. Aoife breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t too often she got anything past him; he must be as nervous as she.
“You can undress now, and lie up on the couch.” First he locked his door, then he watched her strip, eyes devouring her even if his face remained impassive. She liked that. He might want to seem impervious to her charms, but she knew he loved her body, especially as she bared it bit by bit. Slowly she peeled off her layers, first her jacket, hanging it on the back of a chair. Then she pulled her top off. She was braless, but wearing a close-fitting vest. She made to lift it over her head.
“Leave it for now,” he told her, his eyes focusing on her nipples, erect and pushing through the fine cotton fabric. Her hands reached behind to the zipper of her skirt. She let it fall at her feet, then bent over and picked it up, making sure he had a full view of the white lacy thong he was so fond of.
“Sadly, you’ll need to remove those. Up on the couch.” His voice had gone gravelly and Aoife grinned covertly as she climbed up on the examination table. Matt left his spot and started laying the instruments out on the table. First the speculum, followed by the swabs and jars, then to her dismay, a needle and syringe.
“You didn’t say anything about bloods,” she protested. Aoife felt the perspiration on her forehead.
“No bloods, but you do need a tetanus booster. It’s just a little shot in the bum, it will only take a minute.”
“No, please. There’s no need.”
“There’s every need. If you’re going snorkelling, I’m not taking any risks.” He reached onto his shelf and pulled down a clear glass vial filled with liquid. Her heart was racing. He picked up the needle, attached it to the syringe, and sucked up the clear liquid and all the while, Aoife held her breath.
“Breathe,” he reminded her and she gulped in a big lungful of air. He lifted a cotton swab from the table, ripping it open. “Roll over onto your side.” Reluctantly she did so.
“Relax, you’ll barely feel it,” he coaxed. Aoife jumped and yelped as she felt cold sting her skin. “Only the alcohol swab,” he reassured. Dammit, why did she get off on fear so? Even as she trembled and tensed, she could feel her heart beat faster and her pussy tighten. And when the first prick of the needle eventually pierced her skin, there was masochistic pleasure in equal parts with fear. She felt the cold liquid disperse beneath her skin, the ejection of the needle, and Matt’s hand rubbing the spot, helping spread the liquid so she wouldn’t bruise.
“Good girl, that bit’s over,” he praised, gently rolling her back onto her back. She watched him lube up the speculum. Damn, if her pussy wasn’t weeping hard now. With a serious face he approached her and instinctively she raised her knees, placing her hands as fists underneath her bottom, raising herself for him.
“Well done. Tell me if it hurts, and we’ll slow down,” he promised. He parted the lips of her sex, brushing her clit with his fingers.
“Ooh, that’s good,” Aoife moaned with pleasure. But it was short-lived; the hard unyielding plastic found its target. She braced herself for the intrusion as he pushed the speculum deep inside, stretching her open against her resistance. Then to her horror, he was looking right up inside her. She hadn’t had to watch that the last time as she had been blindfolded. She groaned with embarrassment, not pleasure as his face contorted with concentration. Finally she felt the click, signalling he had found the right position. He took the swab, placed it in the bottle, and twisted the cap before removing the speculum, but ordering her to stay like that.
“How about anal sex?” he asked with a grin. Tension left her body; he’d remembered his boob from the last time, endearing him to her.
“Is that a threat?” she asked, her heart excitedly missing a beat. He’d been saying he was going to use her that way for months but she’d kept putting him off from nervousness. She liked his finger there, even a plug, but his cock was so big. The swab was in and out of her bottom hole by the time he replied.
“No, my dear, it’s a definite promise. Before we’re back in England, that beautiful arsehole will be mine. And really, you must learn to stop dribbling all over my couch.” He swatted her rear lightly. “Come on, dress yourself, we can go home now before I fuck you in my examination room.”
While retrieving her clothes, Aoife knocked her jacket on the floor. Matt bent over to pick it up for her, and as he did so, her phone fell out of her pocket, He looked at it, his mouth set firm, then bent down again, retrieved it, and handed it to her. Her excitement went to anxiety.
“No phone? I’m very disappointed you would lie rather than face the consequences.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to start our vacation in the corner; it was only a little fib.”
“The size isn’t relevant. Go and lean over my desk.”
“No, Matt, not here, please.”
“No arguments. I don’t want this hanging over us when we travel.” With feet that felt like two lumps of lead, she made her way across the floor to the desk and leaned over, her hands extended in front, holding onto the other side.
He picked up a wooden ruler from his desk.
“These are all coming on the sit spots and thighs, I’m afraid. I don’t want to go near where you got the shot.”
“You’re all heart, I’m su…” Aoife never got to finish her words of defiance as he rained an almighty whack down on her behind. She reached back and rubbed.
“Get them back on the desk. If you move them again, you’ll be getting that ass fucking here and now as a punishment.” Straight away she put them back in front of her. Matt continued spanking, left and right and all the way from the sit spots to the backs and insides of her thighs. The only thing preventing Aoife from screaming out was the knowledge that someone might hear her. She would die if any of Matt’s colleagues knew how he punished her. He paused in his spanking.
“I will not tolerate lies from you, Aoife, not now, not ever, is that clear? Go and press your nose right into that corner for ten minutes, young lady. Then we will continue.”
Naked, red-bottomed, doing corner time in a doctor’s examination was one of the most humiliating experiences of Aoife’s life, but she
knew she had only herself to blame. Aoife was as disappointed in herself as Matt could possibly have been with her; after she had moved out of Matt’s she had promised herself that her lying, manipulative days were over, and here she was, falling at the first hurdle, and what a small hurdle it had been. If she had been honest, she would have gotten off a lot lighter.
Finally he called her back to his desk. He brushed her cheek, and she knew he was considering letting her off the hook. But she didn’t feel she deserved it. She needed to remember it.
“I’m sorry. I was wrong to lie and it was a terrible way for me to start our future life together. Please finish my punishment, sir.” She leaned over the table. Matt inspected her bottom. “I really can’t spank you anymore, your behind is inflamed enough, especially if that shot flares up. It’s too long a flight for that.”
“Then punish my bottomhole, please, sir,” Aoife replied. She didn’t feel she had done her penance; she hadn’t absolved herself.
Matt went back to the table beside the couch and fetched the sachet of lube. He released his cock from his pants, well engorged at the thought of what was to follow. He smeared plenty of lube first on him, then on her tight little bottomhole. Her breath hitched as he probed and pushed lube inside. He didn’t pleasure her in any way and without having to be told, Aoife understood it was part of her punishment. In spite of the absence of any other stimulation, Aoife felt her pussy flood and her clit throb and jump as his fingers breached her sacred place. She was scared—for so long she had been putting this off, and now, her first time, instead of being a pleasurable experience, was going to be rough and punishing.
She tightened as he tried to breach her with his cock. She couldn’t help it. Compared to the plugs he had used, he was huge and his cock didn’t have the benefit of being tapered at the end. It was full and wide the whole length of the shaft. She gripped onto the desk, tears pricking at her eyes. Matt stopped pressing against her anus, and rubbed her bottom until she relaxed. He pulled the cheeks apart, stretching her wide. Aoife didn’t even want to think about the fact that he was looking at her there. Slowly and gently he inserted his thumb, waiting for her muscles to stop fighting him. When they did, he moved his thumb, stretching and widening her, preparing her to take him. In spite of her shame it felt good. Very good. She felt bereft when he removed his thumb again. He pressed his cock there once more, and she forced her anus to relax. God, it felt so damn big as he inched it in, little by little. It felt like he would tear her in two at first, but once he had breached her fully, that awful stretch subsided and when he filled her, it touched a baseness in her that had her begging for more. Out, out, out he pulled and she was afraid that was it, he wouldn’t thrust, but when he thrust back in, this time her body accepted all of him and with immense pleasure at a fullness unlike she had ever experienced. He thrust in and out, harder and faster and her breaths came in little shallow pants. With one hand, he tugged on her hair, pulling her into him, but he didn’t need to—Aoife was now meeting him thrust for thrust as her body tensed and tightened. She knew she shouldn’t come, not in a punishment, but fuck, she couldn’t hold back. Her muscles clenched around him in an orgasm that seemed to go on forever, bringing the strangest mix of heady arousal and painful pleasure as she tightened around his engorged shaft, wanting to expel him, all the while spiralling on the crest of the most intense pleasure she had ever felt intensified by the thick girth pounding into her. When Aoife’s spasms finally stopped, Matt thrust twice more, long and hard, marking his ownership of her darkest place, before finally collapsing down on top of her.
“Are you okay?” Matt asked. Aoife laughed.
“It’s bit late to be worrying about that now, isn’t it.”
“Don’t start, there is plenty more where that came from,” he warned with a growl and a squeeze of her tender rump. “I’m going to take it out now, okay,” he warned. Still not fully flaccid, Aoife felt his withdrawal, wondering at how in the heck he had managed to get in the first place. He went to the sink and washed himself, bringing hot soapy cotton wool and paper towels back to Aoife, who was still on a heap on the desk. He washed her tenderly, inspecting for any signs of abrasion, pronouncing her anus in perfect condition, much to her mortification.
“Hey, you better move it! We need to eat and get to the airport. You realise Aoife Devine is nevermore going to be a patient of mine?”
Her heart sank. Surely just because they were getting married, he wasn’t going to stop taking care of her? “No, you’re not handing me over to someone else, I won’t allow it,” she protested.
“Stop jumping to conclusions. Your next appointment will be as Mrs. McDaid. I love the sound of that!”
Cleaned and dressed, they left the hospital hand in hand, ready to face their future together.
The End
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
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