by Loki Renard
“I’ve got maybe three hundred more,” she said. “That’s it, including grocery money. Unless you want to check under the couch cushions.”
“Get the fucking money,” Angus demanded. She did as she was told, knowing that she was going to be late for work if this took up too much time.
“Here,” she said, having grabbed her grocery and bill money. “This is all I’ve got. Please, Angus, stop letting Tim gamble. I can’t keep bailing him out. I can barely make my rent on this place. You know that.”
It was a mistake attempting to appeal to Angus’ better nature. He didn’t have one. There wasn’t a hint of sympathy anywhere in Angus’ immediate radius. “Yeah, and you know your brother is better off without a broken neck.”
Tessa wished she were three hundred pounds heavier and twice as tall. Tim’s gambling debts were always coming back on her, but there wasn’t anything she could do but plead with him to stop and pay off the collectors when they came to her door.
She watched Angus walk away with her money, scowling at the rear of his head as he lumbered down the hall.
“Fucking asshole,” she muttered under her breath.
That breath stopped as Angus turned on a dime and came storming back. “What did you say, bitch?”
“Uh…”
Angus looked her up and down, his small eyes all the smaller for being narrowed. “You’re a really mouthy bitch, you know that? Just like your brother.”
“Runs in the family, I guess,” she said, finding some nerve in the face of danger. “Genetics, huh?”
Her reply angered him all the more. “You just don’t know when to shut the fuck up, do you?”
She squeezed her eyes shut, sure she was about to catch a beating.
“Hello!” The friendly feminine tones of her neighbor cut through the tense moment. Tessa could have hugged Mrs. Merryweather as she came down the hall, trundling her shopping bags behind her. At the sight of a pleasant woman in her sixties, Angus turned tail and left, lumbering swiftly away.
“He looks nice, dear,” Mrs. Merryweather said as she opened her door. “Is he your new boyfriend?”
She was a lovely woman, but she was blind as a bat.
“No,” Tessa said, leaning against her door frame to catch her breath for a moment. Her heart was hammering in her chest and her legs felt weak. She knew she’d just dodged a serious fist, if not a bullet. “No, he’s just a friend of my brother’s.”
“How nice,” Mrs. Merryweather crooned as she opened her door. “You have a nice day now.”
“You too!”
Tessa went back into her apartment, locked the door behind her, looked at the clock on the wall and swore. She was late. Fuck. She was late!
A blur of buses and pushing through people later, Tessa arrived at the hospital. It was a relief to get to work, where Kirk’s presence, although not immediate, made her feel safe. Just walking through the hospital doors made her feel as though she were on home territory. Her home should have been home territory, but Tim’s visitors had managed to destroy that.
She made her way to Kirk’s office, hoping he hadn’t noticed the fact that she was there half an hour after her shift had started. To her relief, she saw him in the corridor outside his office. It was all she could do not to run up and wrap her arms around him, but a professional decorum had to be maintained
“Hello, nurse,” Kirk greeted her with a smile that made her heart skip a beat. “Go wait in my office, please.”
“Isn’t there a surgery scheduled?”
“There is, but you were late for the briefing. I’ve replaced you.”
Tessa’s jaw dropped. “But… I… it’s not…”
“Go wait in my office,” he repeated, his tone becoming more curt and clipped. She realized with a sinking heart that he was actually quite annoyed with her.
Blinking back tears, Tessa went to his office and sat there for three hours while the surgery she should have been assisting Kirk in was conducted. She had plenty of time to think while she was sitting there, to decide whether she should just tell Kirk why she was late. She decided against it. Better to take Kirk’s wrath than to have him discover how much of a mess her life really was.
She was dozing in his office chair when he finally appeared, dressed in his usual clean-cut suit.
“Kirk!” She jumped out of the chair. “I’m really sorry… I…”
He held up his hand. “I don’t want to hear any excuses, Tessa,” he said. “I’m sure you have some kind of reason, but I expect you to deal with your personal life in such a manner that you’re able to manage your professional obligations, understand?”
Tessa clamped her mouth shut. She hadn’t been intending on telling him everything anyway. Now she wasn’t even going to bother trying.
“Yes,” she said softly. “I understand.”
“It’s a pity you missed the surgery today,” he said. “It was quite interesting, the patient had several irregularities that would have been instructive for you to observe.”
Tessa’s heart sank. She felt absolutely awful. She’d let Kirk down, thrown his attention and care in his face really. He was probably completely sick of her by now.
“Would you like to remove me from your team?”
“No,” he said. “What I’m going to do is perform a full physical. I’ve yet to examine you medically, pet. Now is as good a time as any.”
Tessa let out a little whine. She was certain that Kirk’s physical was not going to simply involve a blood pressure check. He had a particularly stern, determined expression, which made her certain that she was going to have trouble sitting once he was done with her.
“I’ve booked a room so we won’t be disturbed,” he informed her, further confirming her suspicions.
The room he had booked for her inspection was one of the private hospital rooms, designed to be fairly sound resistant and very much private. Usually private rooms were well appointed, but the one Kirk took her to was sparse. The pristine white bed got Tessa’s attention first. The head of the bed was raised and there were stirrups at the ready, another ominous sign that this was not going to be a simple medical once-over.
“You spent time organizing this,” she accused.
“Of course, my pet,” he said, swatting her bottom. “I didn’t expect your disciplinary issues to resolve after one or two evenings at my place.”
“This wasn’t really a disciplinary issue,” she tried to argue. “I got held up…”
“Clothes off, and up on the bed, please.”
He wasn’t interested in her reasons or excuses. Tessa glanced at the door to the room. If she just ran out it, maybe she could avoid what she was sure was going to be a very intimately punitive experience.
“Tessa.” He reached out and took her chin between thumb and forefinger. She found herself looking into his eyes, which contained more than disciplinary ardor. They contained care, and warmth, and more besides. She found herself melting against his body with a small sob.
“It wasn’t my fault,” she whimpered against his chest.
“Pet, you are chronically late,” Kirk said, rubbing his hand comfortingly over her back. “That’s something I’m not going to tolerate.” His hands settled on the hem of her top and drew it off over her head in one smooth motion. She stood there as he undressed her, his fingers adept at the clasp of her bra, her pants and panties slipping over her ass and hips with almost no resistance at all.
He turned her around and pressed her stomach down against the lower part of the bed so she was bared and bent, her quivering bottom raised to him. Kirk did not make any attempt to hold her in place, or even to warn her to stay still. He just began spanking her with light, swift swats, stinging her rear in a merciful warmup.
Confession as to the cause of her lateness was now completely out of the question. He wasn’t interested in the reason for it. He was interested in making sure that she wasn’t late again. All Tessa could do was take the spanking and hope that he would not
She tried to be as stoic as possible as he spanked her bottom to a warm glow, then stood back to view his handiwork. It seemed to please him. “Up on the bed, please, pet.”
With blushing cheeks at both ends, Tessa did as she was told, mounting the bed. She did not put her feet in the stirrups, and to her relief, he did not insist upon it. That relief was swiftly cut short when he used the bed control to lower the head of the bed so that she was lying naked before him.
His hands began to roam her body, cupping her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples. “You are in excellent physical shape,” he said as she began to squirm. They had been naked together so many times before, but in this setting, with him as the doctor and her as the naughty patient, her nakedness took on much more significance.
He reached up to her neck, gently checking her glands, then ran his hands down the front of her body, lightly probing here and there to see if there were any sore spots, aches, or pains. It was a most careful and caring examination, one that left her quite limp under his hands until his fingertips brushed up her inner thigh and her legs spread in instinctive response, giving him access to her mound.
To her disappointment, he did not play with her pussy. He brushed his fingers lightly over her mons, then slid one arm underneath her knees and lifted her legs up in the air.
“Kirk?”
“In this position I have full access to your bottom while still being able to see your face,” he said. She blushed furiously, knowing that he intended to watch her every reaction to what was coming next—and what was coming next was more spanking.
“There is very little in the way of physical reasons for you to be unable to make it to work on time,” he said. “That means it’s a matter of time management, my pet.” With every word, his palm clapped against her rear over and over again, hot sting building to a point where she wanted to cry out but stayed quiet in case anyone outside could hear.
He kept his eyes locked on hers the entire time, and somehow that made the spanking so much more embarrassing. She yearned to be put over his lap, where only the floor would be witness to her reactions.
Just when she thought she could not blush any more, he stopped spanking her, dropped a dab of lubricant on her anus, and slid a thermometer into her bottom without so much as a warning. The cool intrusion was relatively small compared to a butt plug, but having her rectal temperature taken in such a casually commanding fashion bought it home to her just how much she really did belong to him. He had taken her body as his to touch, to examine, to use as he desired.
Her legs were still above her head as he twisted the thermometer this way and that, making her feel every little bit of the smooth glass rod. Her pussy he left completely alone, in spite of the swelling and growing moisture.
“Kirk…” she moaned his name again.
“What’s that, pet? Don’t like having your temperature taken?”
“You know I’m not running a fever,” she said accusingly.
“You’re certainly very flushed,” he replied with a wicked smile. “It’s worth examining.”
It seemed to take a very long time for the thermometer to get her temperature. The whole time she was stuck there on her back, her bottom and pussy exposed, the thermometer protruding from her anus while Kirk kept a close eye on her.
“Well, there’s no obvious temperature,” he said, sliding the glass rod out. “Perhaps the source of your reaction is elsewhere.”
She felt his finger part her pussy lips. “Ah, yes,” he murmured. “Quite a lot of lubrication. Why don’t you put your feet in the stirrups and we’ll do a proper examination.”
It was a relief to lower her legs and to have the head of the bed raised, but much of the relief was lost when her feet slid into the stirrups and her legs were spread wide before him. He picked up a speculum from the examination table, the duckbill-style probe making her quiver.
Kirk took up position at the end of the bed, running a lubricated fingertip up and down her lips, exploring her folds with slow but thorough touches. “Healthy labia,” he informed her. “Quite swollen though; you must be very excited, pet.”
Tessa groaned and clapped her hands over her face. He was enjoying this far too much. She swiftly pulled them away when she felt the hard plastic of the speculum pressing against the entrance of her vaginal canal.
“Relax, Tessa,” he said gently as he pressed the tool into her pussy. It was not entirely uncomfortable as it entered her, but she knew that he would soon…
“Ooo!” Her involuntary squeal as he used the handle to spread the two sides of the speculum open was high-pitched. With that damned tool he had spread her pussy and was holding her open, her wet lips spread wide.
“Healthy cervix,” he observed as she squirmed in place, trying not to whimper too loudly. Her hot, stinging bottom did not help matters either. “I think you’re coming up to ovulation, judging by how wet you are.”
She was so wet she could feel her lubrication trickling out of her spread lips, down over the greased star of her anus. There wasn’t a part of her that didn’t some way bear his touch, and even when he released the speculum and slid it out of her pussy, she knew that the medical exam wasn’t over. Her pussy was aching with need, her nipples hard as twin pebbles with arousal.
But Tessa was not the only one so affected by the intimate medical examination. Kirk seemed to have reached the limit of his patience too. He stood between her stirrup-parted thighs, unzipped his cock, and pressed it straight into her wet, yearning cunt. As she gasped with pleasure, he wrapped his hands around her thighs and began thrusting hard and fast, making her breasts bounce with each and every stroke.
“You have a tight vagina,” he noted, keeping up some pretense of medical procedure. “Very good muscle tone, plenty of strength in the pelvic floor…” He looked down and began strumming her clit with his fingers. “And a nice clitoris too, erect, very responsive to stimulation. Let’s see what your orgasm response is like. Why don’t you try to come on my cock.”
It was not so much a matter of trying as it was no longer resisting. Tessa’s pussy was pulsing with need, her walls clenching hard as he began to not just toy with her clit, but spank it. Hard and fast, swift little swats that made her hips buck as orgasm tore through her. Her juices flowed freely over his cock as he slammed himself home time and time again, fingers swatting her clit and lips as he too approached climax, thrusting his cock deep inside her cunt just as he started to come, filling her up with his essence.
As his seed began to spill out of her pussy, Kirk pulled out and shot the remainder of his cum onto her pouting lips, then began swatting her between her thighs, punitive slaps landing over the wet entrance of her cunt, her clit, her inner thighs, the tender places made all the more tender for her climax.
Tessa gasped and whimpered as her master punished her with no regard for lenience. The spanking, the medical examination, the sex—it had all been a warmup for this, this hard swatting to her cunt and her mound, slaps landing on already puffy lips making them swell all the more, glistening with wet cum.
He looked down at her with those dark eyes that had always made her quiver and ground out the lesson he meant for her to learn. “Naughty little pets get their pussies spanked when they don’t come to work on time, understand?”
“Yes, sir!” she gasped, nodding furiously. “I understand. I won’t be late again, I promise!”
He landed one last swat to her pussy, then leaned between her spread thighs to kiss her deeply on the mouth, his fingers cupping her punished nether lips. She kissed him back passionately, forgetting everything other than the heat between her thighs as she suckled on his tongue. The pain, the pleasure, the past, the present, everything was wrapped up in him. As his fingers gently soothed the same skin they had just spanked, Tessa knew she was hopelessly and utterly lost in love.
Chapter Eight
For the next couple of weeks, all was well. Tessa turned up on time at work, assisted Kirk with several surgeries, and managed to almost forget about the deeper nature of her relationship with him as they settled into an easy intimacy that was impossible to distinguish from any other romantic relationship most of the time. Tessa was almost starting to think that perhaps all the discipline stuff had just been Kirk’s way of seducing her and simultaneously getting her to work on time. A little unorthodox, perhaps, but he was an unorthodox man.
That night she had invited him to her apartment for dinner. Her place was not nearly as nice as his, but she was proud of her little home, and he seemed to enjoy spending time there.
At 8 p.m. there was a knock at her door. She opened it to greet Kirk, smiling as she was wrapped in his arms. She would never tire of being held against his body.
“Hello, you,” Kirk said, pressing kisses to her cheeks and lips. “I missed you.”
“You saw me three hours ago,” she laughed.
“That’s long enough to miss you,” he replied charmingly. He’d bought a bottle of wine with him, which he set on the kitchen counter. “Dinner smells good.”
“I hope it tastes as good as it smells,” Tessa said modestly. She opened the oven door to check on the food—and just as she did every bit of power in the place died.
“Oh, gee,” she said. “Power cut.”
Prepared for such eventualities, she reached into her kitchen drawer, pulled out some candles and lit them.
“Odd,” Kirk noted, looking out the window. “Nobody else appears to have lost power.”
“Probably a fuse,” she suggested, a sinking feeling in her belly telling her that it definitely was not a fuse that had gone. When the power company had stopped sending bills, she figured they’d either given up or were trying to invent a more intimidating envelope.
Kirk put his head out into the hall, where the light was burning merrily. “Nobody else’s fuse has gone,” he noted. “Where’s your box?”
She weighed whether she should send him down to the basement and then lock him down there as to avoid the conversation they’d have to have when he realized that the fuse hadn’t blown and that what had actually happened was her power had been cut off.
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