Amy's Strict Doctor

by Natasha Knight

  She did and he placed a hand at the flat of her back. Touching the paddle to her bottom, he took aim and swung, the sound of wood hitting flesh followed by her pained cry the only sounds in the room aside from her sniffles.

  “One, sir.”

  He lined up the paddle again and struck.

  “Ah! Two, sir.”

  The third one had her stumbling forward but she adjusted her position and called out the number. He struck a fourth time, already seeing the markings on her skin.

  “Four, sir,” she sobbed.

  “You’re doing well. Two to go, I’ll stay off your thighs but these will be harder.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I want you to remember this next time you think about lying to me and putting yourself in danger,” he said, lining up the paddle and bringing it down harder than he had before. Amy cried out and it took her a few moments to settle down enough to resume her position as well as the count.

  “Five, sir.”

  “Last one.” The paddle connected with her bottom one last time and Cade held it against her skin, glad to see her remain as she was, her hands still around her ankles except for when she was wiping her eyes. Her bottom was bright red now and he imagined it throbbed. He set the paddle down while she remained in the center of the room, still bent over, waiting for permission to rise. Cade went to her but before taking her into his arms, he inspected her bottom, touching the meaner looking spots before rubbing both cheeks softly. He then helped her rise and without any words exchanged between them, he held her to him, just held her while she wept in his arms.

  “I’m sorry, Cade. I’m so sorry.”

  “Shh, it’s over. You’re forgiven and it will be forgotten. Shh,” he said, rubbing her back all along, lifting her into his arms and carrying her into their bedroom where he pulled aside the sheets, stacked some pillows in the middle of the bed and laid her on her belly with her hips elevated. Her crying had quieted and her breathing changed a little when he pushed her legs wider, looking down at her naked and spread, her freshly paddled bottom a dark red.

  “I love looking at you like this,” he said to her as he stood to strip off his clothes.

  She turned to watch him, her gaze running along his powerful chest and muscular arms, down over his belly, following the line of hair there to his cock. She licked her lips and turned her eyes back to his, the look of arousal in hers matching the strength in his.

  “I’m going to taste your pussy first,” he said, kneeling behind her, lifting her hips higher, spreading her wider. “Then I’m going to fuck it until you scream for me to stop, telling me it’s too much,” he said, bringing his face to her pussy, pulling her cheeks wide and burying it there, licking and tasting. He lapped at her, her juices dripping, the flesh of her bottom almost as hot as that of her pussy as he sucked her clit, running his tongue between her folds and up to her punished bottom hole, licking there, circling, before returning to her clit until she was bucking, lifting her ass to him, pressing herself into his face as she came and came.

  Only when she had settled just a little did he reposition her, gripping her hips hard and bringing his cock to her pussy.

  “Are you ready to get fucked, Amy?”

  “Yes. Oh… yes, please,” she mumbled, her words muffled as her face was buried in the bed while she pressed her ass to him. “Please, Cade, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

  Cade teased her dripping cunt first, the head of his cock just dipping inside her hot entrance, calling frustrated moans from her.

  “Please!” she begged.

  Unable to hold back himself, his grip on her hips hardened while he pulled her cheeks apart, looking at her, looking at his cock fucking her as he thrust himself deep inside her, calling a cry from her. He fucked her like this, long and hard, showing no mercy and when the thumb of one hand pressed against her tight back hole, she screamed his name and the walls of her pussy clamped down around his thick cock, her bottom hole giving way as she came again, allowing him to press to his knuckle into her ass. The pressure around his cock increased, the walls of her cunt pulsating around him as it milked his cock, causing his seed to spurt into her. Cade closed his eyes, holding her tight to him while he came, filling her, his breathing heavy when he finally opened his eyes again and softened his hold on her and they collapsed together onto the bed, his cock still inside her, neither able to speak.

  Chapter Six

  The next week of tutoring sessions went well and Amy didn’t spend more than fifteen minutes in the corner at home. She hadn’t even earned a hand spanking and that was just fine by her. The paddle had left bruises so that sitting down had been uncomfortable for the next few days and she did not want a repeat of that session.

  This afternoon, she had an appointment with Professor Brown, her final one before she would take the practice test prior to the real exam coming up, but was first picking up two cups of coffee and bagels on her way in to work. Robin had called to say she was hung over, which really didn’t surprise Amy, but she figured she’d at least get her sister a cup of coffee.

  “You look awful,” Amy said when she walked into the shop to see Robin sitting behind the counter and half slumped over it.

  Robin groaned. “Is that coffee?”

  “Extra cream. Although I’m not sure it’s a good idea if I look at you. You think you can keep it down?” she asked, walking around the counter to set the two cups down.

  “Give it here,” Robin said, taking the lid off and bringing the steaming cup to her lips. She took a long sip and closed her eyes.

  “Better?”

  Robin nodded and eyed the bag from the bagel shop.

  “Here,” Amy said. Two toasted sesame seed bagels with cream cheese were inside, and she opened the bag and took one out.

  “You’re an angel,” Robin said, her tone flat, sarcastic, as she took the bagel and bit into it, squeezing some of the thickly layered cream cheese out.

  “And you should learn to pace yourself,” Amy said, sitting down carefully, one tiny spot still tender on her bottom.

  Robin looked at her for a minute, then nodded and took another huge bite. “You’re right,” she said through the mouthful. “What’s up with you? Why are you sitting funny?” She and Robin usually worked opposing schedules except for once or twice a week so today was the first time they were seeing each other since the day Cade had caught them when they’d closed the shop early.

  “I’m not,” Amy said, bringing her full attention to the cup of coffee she held.

  “Did Cade spank you the other day?” she asked.

  Amy looked at her, ready to deny it. Her face warmed a little as it always seemed to when she even thought the word spanking.

  Robin reached over and put a hand on Amy’s. “I won’t judge you,” she said, both her expression and her tone serious. Amy knew she wasn’t making fun of her and knew Robin would never judge her. But that didn’t make it any less difficult or embarrassing to discuss.

  Amy took a deep breath, looked down at her hands, then returned her gaze to her sister’s. “It’s not like you think,” she began. “I mean, he doesn’t make me…”

  “How do you know what I think?” Robin asked, cutting her off. She took another bite of her bagel.

  “I guess I don’t. I just assumed…”

  Robin turned to her. “You know what they say about that…” she said casually. “I really am not judging you, sis. What you and Cade do is up to you and Cade, as long as you both want it, that is. Do you want it?”

  Amy nodded. “No one has ever done that before. He doesn’t let me off the hook, you know? And in a strange way, it makes me not want to disappoint him even more. Maybe even love him a little more. It’s weird, huh?”

  Robin shook her head. “Not really. He cares about you. He cares enough about you. Mom and dad are great but…” She shrugged a shoulder.

  “Are you sure you’re ok?” Amy asked, her eyebrows going up. Robin was always very casual, very ok with everything. S
he didn’t have a lot of friends and was alone more often than Amy liked. For some time, she had swapped out boyfriend after boyfriend, that is, until she came out to Amy. She’d still not told her parents that she was a lesbian, although Amy thought they must suspect. Amy had and when Robin had finally felt safe enough to tell Amy, everything fell into place.

  Amy had met Angela then too. The three of them had gone to dinner together and Amy remembered how happy Robin had been, how at ease and just full of joy. She wished she could see her sister like that more often, but it wasn’t to be. After almost six months together, Angela had pushed Robin to tell her parents, to introduce her. Told her that they would handle whatever came up together. Amy was there when Robin had tried to. That night still brought tears to her eyes. They’d stood there, her parents, just looking at Robin. Amy had almost glimpsed understanding in her dad’s eyes, or at least there hadn’t been cruelty in their depths. Her mother however, the venomous, icy glare at Angela had almost made Amy’s knees buckle. It had gone silent for what seemed like an eternity until finally, her mother’s gaze moved to where Angela held Robin’s hand and Amy could still see the moment Robin had pulled away. The moment Robin’s shoulders had slumped and she’d given up. It was just a few weeks after that that Angela had left.

  Amy remembered how hurt and lost Robin had been after the breakup, but Robin was always quick to cover up any emotion and easily hid behind the ‘no worries’ persona she had created. And she had created it because it wasn’t her. Not really.

  “I’m fine,” Robin said. “I mean it. All this is great.” She waved her hand around the shop. “We had, from all outward appearances, an amazing childhood. I don’t remember missing out on a thing, do you?”

  “Just mom and dad,” Amy said, tears no longer warming her eyes at the thought.

  Robin smiled. “It’s just how they are. They mean well, you know that too.”

  “I do, but sometimes I guess I wish there was more.” She took a deep breath and exhaled. When they were little, Robin would always be there with an extra hug or a game to play when Amy missed her parents. It was like Robin always knew when Amy needed that little extra bit of affection. She was maybe more lonely than Amy realized. “Anyhow, it’s ok. I’m ok, more than ok. I worry about you sometimes though.”

  “Why?” Robin asked, finishing the last of her bagel.

  “I wish you’d meet someone special already.”

  “I like to meet a lot of special someones!” she grinned, her usual façade back.

  “Really? I mean, if you could find that one person to settle down with, would you?”

  Robin shrugged and her expression changed, grew more serious. “I saw Angela last night,” she said without looking at Amy.

  Amy studied her sister in profile and even then, she could see the emotion on her face. “Angela?”

  Robin turned to her and nodded. “She came over. Said she had made a mistake. Wants to try again.”

  “Were you with her last night?”

  Robin nodded. “I only got drunk after she left though. She turned up at my apartment out of the blue.”

  “How do you feel about that? I mean… it did a number on you when she left.”

  Robin twisted the end of her skirt in her hand and it took her some time before turning back to her sister. “I’m not sure I could handle that again,” she admitted before dropping her gaze back to her lap. “And if we decided to try again, we’d have to do it right. I can’t keep hiding from mom and dad. Even at the party this weekend, they told me they had someone they wanted me to meet. Someone’s son.” She shook her head.

  “What did you tell Angela?”

  “That I needed time to think.”

  “What did she say?”

  “Ok. Told me she was serious and that she’d missed me and that we’d work through things slowly. She wouldn’t push me.” Robin almost smiled, but the moisture collecting in her eyes wiped that smile from her face. “I wish this was easier. I wish I weren’t so fucking scared of telling mom and dad.”

  “Oh, Robin.” Amy pulled Robin into a warm embrace. “What do you want to do about Angela?”

  “Angela is the one regret I have in my life and fate is giving me—us—another chance. I don’t want to screw that up, Amy.”

  Amy smiled and nodded. “I’ll be there with you when you tell mom and dad. You know it might just take them time to come to grips with it but you can’t let that stop you. You are who you are and I’m proud of you and you have nothing, absolutely nothing, to hide or to be ashamed of, Robin. I’ll be there with you, you don’t have to do it alone.”

  Robin looked at her, a moment of panic crossing her expression. “Thanks,” she said, tears spilling from her eyes. “That’s the stupid piece. I know it, I’m just so fucking scared of what they’ll think, what they’ll say. If they’ll hate me.”

  “They can’t hate you,” Amy said and she believed it. She just wasn’t sure how much damage her parents’ initial reaction, if it was as she expected it to be, would cause and how much of that Robin could take.

  “I love her,” Robin said, looking straight at Amy.

  Amy nodded, crying now too.

  Just then, the bell over the door rang as the door opened. Robin quickly slipped to the back and Amy cleared her throat, wiped her tears away with her sleeves, and stood to help the customer.

  * * *

  Robin left a few hours later and Amy didn’t get a chance to pick up their conversation. Her mind was full as she drove to the professor’s office for one of her last tutoring sessions. Robin was always the stronger of the two, the one Amy relied on and depended on to stay strong. It was strange how Robin had kept that role, at least in Amy’s eyes, even as adults. She’d never seen Robin like she had today. Robin wasn’t affected by anything. That was just how Robin was.

  Amy had half a mind to call and cancel her session today but had thought twice about it. The practice exam she’d skipped was coming up in two weeks. She pulled into the parking lot, gathered her bag of books, and headed inside. She checked her watch once she got to the professor’s door. She was ten minutes late. Rolling her eyes, she knocked on the door. It was the story of her life; she was always late.

  “Come in, Amy,” Professor Brown called.

  Clearing her throat, she opened the door and entered. “Hello, professor,” she said, closing the door, noticing that he just glanced at the clock that hung on the wall. She’d been late for her last appointment too and he’d not said anything then but this was an issue they had discussed before. “I’m sorry I’m late, I had some customers with questions,” she lied.

  “Well, why don’t you come inside and we’ll get started,” he said, moving from his place behind his desk to the table they could sit at together for their session. “Did you get your homework done?” he asked.

  “Mostly,” she said, unpacking it as she hurriedly sat down. She pulled the pages out of her folder, trying to cover up the ring the coffee mug had left on the second page as she flattened out the dog-eared corners, feeling like a slob next to the professor. He was always impeccable in both appearance and speech. It was intimidating, especially when she knew she was in trouble. She had never been very organized and taking care of things just wasn’t her strong suit.

  The professor only raised his eyebrows when she handed him the sheets but didn’t say anything about them. Instead, he started to look through the answers she’d given. Amy sat nervously waiting as he got through the first two pages and turned to the last one.

  “I’m sorry, I ran out of time and couldn’t finish,” she said. She’d not finished her work, had wanted to go to a movie the night before and had planned on doing the part she hadn’t gotten done at work this morning, but it had been a busier morning than expected when Robin left early.

  He looked down at her from where he remained standing, his gray eyes stern. The silence in the air was thick and had Amy’s belly doing cartwheels as she thought about that meeting they had all had
when Cade had given him permission to punish her.

  “Amy, last week, your attendance was perfect, you were early even. This week, you were five minutes late for our first session and you’re a full ten minutes late today, and on top of that, you’ve come in with incomplete work. You are taking your exam in two weeks’ time. I’m sorry but I neither understand nor do I accept this.”

  She lowered her lashes. He was right. “I’m sorry, professor. I’ll try harder. Shall I do the work now?”

  “Your husband asked me to take you on and help you with this as a favor, but he also pays for my time and it’s not a small amount of money. You are aware of that, yes?”

  “Yes, sir,” she replied, that sinking feeling growing in her stomach.

  “Look at me, young lady,” he said, reaching down to her, taking her chin in his hand, and lifting her face to his when she could not comply. Tears filled her eyes knowing she had pushed too far. “Did you show him your completed homework?” he asked, his tone level, stern.

  “He saw me when I was working on it and looked over my shoulder once or twice.”

  “So he hasn’t seen the final result?”

  She shook her head, feeling like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

  “I didn’t think he would allow this sort of sloppiness from his wife,” he said, taking the papers to his desk. “I hesitated to do this but perhaps Cade does know you best. Please stand up, Amy,” he said, folding his arms across his chest and watching her.

  Shame colored her face red as she rose to her feet, knowing just what was coming.

  “Look at me,” he said when she kept her gaze to the floor.

  She lifted her eyes to his.

  He pointed to the corner at the far end of the room. “You’ll stand facing the corner for the remainder of our time together today, which is exactly thirty-three minutes. You can think about your behavior and perhaps your priorities during that time. I’ve had an opening in my agenda and will pencil you in for a makeup session tomorrow at which time you will not only have your homework completed, but you’ll also have an essay on how you plan to make a change in time to take the exam and pass it. Go to the corner, please.”