The Girl, the Doctor, and the Texas Ranger
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“Spread your legs a bit and lace your fingers together behind your head.”
She obeyed, gasping when he cupped her bottom. The heat of his hand seared her through her shorts and panties. She tingled all over, flushing and feeling faint, and he hadn’t even started spanking her yet. She braced herself, wondering if he’d swat her backside here in the corner.
“I want you to stay here, in this position, until I call for you. Think about how you’re going to be a good little girl tomorrow while I’m at work. Think about how you need to watch your tongue and be respectful. Think about how you’re going to spend the next few months minding me and my brother.” He squeezed her right cheek, then moved to squeeze her left cheek. “You’re a sweet girl, Emily, and we want to make sure you don’t get too big for your britches.”
She inhaled a shaky breath and stared into the corner, trembling from head to toe. He moved away and she fidgeted, trying her best to remain in position, though it wasn’t easy with her whole body shaking. Excitement skittered through her and an ache built between her thighs. She felt herself growing moist, and her eyes widened as she wondered if Daniel would indeed bare her bottom. Her tummy performed a series of somersaults. She longed to glance over her shoulder to see what Daniel was doing. She’d heard his footsteps as he’d left her, and then nothing. But she felt his eyes upon her, steady and boring into her back. She shifted again and took several deep breaths, willing herself to calm down.
At last she heard his footsteps again. Her heart accelerated and anticipation caused her to flush all over. The ache in her pussy intensified. If he bared her bottom, he might see the moisture glimmering between her thighs. She blushed at the thought.
The screeching of a chair being dragged across the floor made her jump. The temptation to look for Daniel became too much, and she started to turn her head around when she finally heard his voice, and she froze before he caught her disobeying.
“All right, Emily. Corner time is over. Come here, little girl.”
She turned to see him standing beside the same chair he’d pulled out for her to sit in. Except it was no longer in front of his desk. He’d positioned it in the center of the room, and her tummy fluttered as she realized he probably meant to spank her over his knee. His stern gaze turned her to a puddle of nerves, but somehow she made her legs work and came to stand before him, keeping her head slightly bowed in a show of submission. She’d never wanted something so badly in her life, but at the same time, she feared the pain and wondered if she could take it without crying like a baby.
“Look at me, Emily.”
Reluctantly, she lifted her gaze to his.
“Naughty little girls get spanked on their bare bottoms. Take your shorts and panties off and place them on the desk.”
Humiliation swept through Emily. She was about to refuse his request, but his raised eyebrow prompted her fingers to begin unfastening her shorts. They dropped to her feet and she stood before him in her panties, feeling quite naughty and ashamed that he was about to see her naked. She wasn’t ashamed of her body, but having to strip half-naked in front of Daniel took her far out of her comfort zone. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and pushed her panties down past her hips. She resisted the urge to cover her pussy and collected her shorts and panties, bundling them in a ball and turning toward the desk.
“Go on,” he urged.
She hated that he’d have a perfect view of her ass as she walked to the desk and paused mid-step. Sighing to herself, she knew he was about to get up close and personal with her bottom anyway, so it really didn’t matter if he watched her traipse over to his desk. She walked to the desk, placed her shorts and panties on it, and turned with her gaze on the floor.
“Come here, little girl. It’s time for your spanking.”
Butterflies flitted around in her stomach, and warmth pulsed between her thighs. She cupped her hands over her pussy and walked to Daniel.
“Move your hands,” he said, swatting them away. “You don’t get to hide yourself from me, Emily. Is that understood?”
Her throat tightened. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. It embarrasses you to be naked in front of me, doesn’t it?”
Oh, God, how did he know? Was her face really that red? “Yes, sir. I—I am embarrassed.”
“I imagine you are, and that’s what makes a spanking so effective. It’s more than the pain, Emily. It’s the humiliation too.” He tipped her chin and she stared into his eyes. “I’m going to see much more of you while you’re over my lap with your bottom high in the air. Think about that.”
She’d already thought about it, but that didn’t stop a fresh wave of shame from surging through her, leaving her blushing harder than she’d ever blushed before.
Daniel sank down on the chair and pulled her to stand between his thighs. “I also want you to understand that I’m doing this because I care about you, Emily. I’m not spanking you to be cruel. This is about discipline, and I’m going to administer it with love. You have nothing to be afraid of.” He grinned. “Well, nothing but a sore bottom. You won’t be sitting comfortably tomorrow. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
She nodded, and the lonely spot inside her heart was once again filled up by this man who only a few days ago had been a complete stranger. “I’ve thought a lot about what you said to me the night I met you. About rules, boundaries, consequences, and love. It’s stuck with me, and I want to experience that with you. More than anything.” Her lip trembled as she confessed the thoughts that had been plaguing her since the night of her accident. Daniel had rescued her, but he’d also come storming into her life. She never thought she’d want to be under the authority of any man, least of all a man who spanked her. But Daniel’s kindness and wisdom had won her trust a thousand times over. She only hoped she could satiate her curiosity about the spanking while keeping her heart guarded.
Silence reigned between them for a long while, but it was calming rather than awkward. He held her hands in his and stroked his thumb over her palm, easing the last of her fears. When he finally spoke, his words created a direct link to her heart and soul.
“I’m going to take good care of you, Emily.”
He guided her over his lap, positioning her bottom high in the air. Her legs dangled, her toes not reaching the floor. Blood rushed to her head and she grasped the chair legs, taking slow breaths as she became accustomed to the position. Air rushed against her exposed slit, reminding her of the view he had of her pussy lips. He cupped her bottom and squeezed, moving from cheek to cheek as he rubbed her backside. She relaxed under his care, relishing his touches even though she knew the pain was only moments away.
She winced when he tightened his hold on her and pressed a hand to the small of her back. His other hand left her bottom, and then… thwack! He slapped her backside, striking the center of her cheeks one at a time, alternating smacks between her cheeks as the sting built much more quickly than she’d expected.
Daniel spanked hard.
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He struck her upturned bottom, placing a rapid series of swats to the center of her backside before moving lower to redden her upper thighs. She squirmed and gasped, trying to dodge the blows, but he tightened his hold and kept her in place over his lap.
“Ow! It hurts, Daniel!” Surprise filled her voice. Obviously she hadn’t expected it to hurt this much.
This first time over his lap was important, and he planned to deliver a thorough spanking. She needed an emotional release and he intended to bring her to the point of tears. He also planned to comfort her afterward for as long as she needed. He wanted her to understand she could depend on him and Trevor for all her needs. As long as she was with them, she’d be taken care of and showered with love.
“Be still and take your spanking, little girl,” he scolded. “We’re not even halfway finished yet.”
She groaned and thrashed on his lap, kicking her legs as he continued spanking. When she began to kick faster, he shifted her
“Hey, you can’t… Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!”
“I assure you that I can.” He slapped the lowest curve of her bottom, striking her sit spot until she squealed and writhed. Her center grinded against his cock, and he wasn’t immune to her body pressing against his or to the sight of her lovely bottom turning red under his hand. Hard as a rock, he tried to ignore his need and concentrate on the naughty young lady over his knee.
Daniel brought his hand down on her upper thighs again. With each squirm, the sweetness between her legs was revealed. At one point her legs scissored wide open and then she clamped her thighs together again, but it had been long enough for him to glimpse the evidence of her arousal. Her glistening center called to him, and he spanked her harder, determined to finish disciplining her before he lost control and delved his fingers into her moisture.
Her backside glowed bright red. Although he had her legs pinned down, she discovered she could kick her feet, and they moved up and down as she whimpered through each smack. Finally he heard her tears. Her shoulders heaved and she stopped struggling, giving herself over to his punishment. Daniel’s heart contracted to hear her cries, but he knew this was exactly what she needed. He gave her a few more sharp slaps before turning her over on his lap.
Before he could press her head to his chest, she threw her arms around his center and sobbed against him. Her head fit perfectly beneath his chin, and he stroked her hair while she released her pent up emotions, the stress of her ordeal with Officer Patrick and the accident coming out. He held her securely in his lap, content to hold her for the rest of the day if she needed it.
“Shh, little girl. You’re all right. I have you.”
Her sobs deepened and she hugged him tighter. He rubbed her back as her little body shook, and he rocked slightly forward and back, trying to bring her comfort. She pulled back and wiped at her face, and when their eyes met, she quickly glanced away.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered.
“Sorry for what?”
She sniffled. “For crying all over you.”
He smiled and wiped at her tears with his fingers. “You can cry all over me anytime, Emily. Do you feel better?”
“Yes.” Her gaze remained on his chest. “Thank you, Daniel.”
“Are you going to be a good girl and finish all your chores tomorrow? And will you mind Trevor?” He wanted to reinforce the lesson one last time.
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Good, because when I’m not here, Trevor is in charge. And he will spank your naughty little bottom too.”
Her eyes fluttered to his and her cheeks reddened. The poor girl blushed more easily than any other woman he’d met. “I understand,” she said. Her demeanor brightened and mischief flashed briefly in her gaze. “I will be a perfect angel.”
Trevor glanced at the clock on his desk, then noticed the brownies that had brought her to his office in the first place. He picked her up and carried her to his desk, sat her on it, and proceeded to clean her face with a tissue. She tried to push his hands away to do it herself, but he swatted her hand and said, “Little girl, do you need another spanking already?”
Her hands dropped to her lap.
Daniel allowed her to put her panties and shorts back on, then handed her a list of chores for tomorrow and answered the few questions she had about it. He hadn’t given her a lot to do, but he still expected her to be finished with the list by the time he arrived home. He was glad Trevor would be home one more day, just in case she had any troubles or lingering pain from the car accident. As quickly and easily as she moved around, practically bouncing from room to room in the ranch house, he thought she was ready to resume normal activity. The bruise on her face had started fading last, and now it was a yellowish brown, but in another day or two it would fade completely.
After Daniel tried her brownies and proclaimed them delicious, they ventured out on the porch in search of Trevor. He was headed to the house from the corral, dirt covering his jeans and shirt.
“What happened to you?” Daniel asked.
Trevor gazed over his shoulder at the two barns. “Lissie threw me. Twice.”
“Who’s Lissie?” Emily asked.
“A horse Trevor won at an auction. A wild horse that he paid too much money for, if you ask me. She’ll never be ready for sale.” Daniel pulled Emily close as he chuckled.
“Maybe I don’t want to sell her. She just needs some love.”
“Where did she come from?” Emily asked. Daniel didn’t like how curious she was about the horse and made a note to forbid her from going anywhere near Lissie.
“Harold Cameron, an old rancher, found her wandering his property a few weeks ago. No one came forward to claim her, so he put Lissie in a livestock auction.” Trevor brushed dirt off his arms. “The only other man who bid on her was from out of town. I didn’t trust that he wasn’t a killer buyer.”
“Oh,” Emily said, “that still happens?”
Trevor nodded. “Unfortunately, yes.”
She shuddered and leaned into Daniel, her gaze on the horizon. The sun slipped away, leaving an orange-pink glow above the stretching blackness of the land.
“I’m going to get cleaned up.” Trevor looked at Emily. “I’ll see you in the morning. Bright and early.” On his way past her, he kissed her cheek.
Once they were alone again, Daniel wrapped an arm around Emily as they stared off in the distance. Checking his watch, he realized it was almost nine. He patted her bottom and she winced.
“Let’s go get you ready for bed.”
The dim porch light reflected in her eyes as she smiled up at him. “Um, I can get ready for bed by myself.”
He put a hand on the back of her neck and leaned closer until their noses almost touched. “I know you can, Emily, but I want to help you. Come on, let’s go.” He turned her around, swatted her bottom once more, opened the door, and gestured for her to enter. She traipsed into the house with a pout.
Upstairs, Daniel noticed she’d yet to unpack her suitcase. He’d brought it in from her car along with a huge bag filled with clothing, and he’d expected her to use the closet and dressers. She couldn’t possibly live out of a suitcase for the next few weeks. Or months. Even though he wanted her cleared of all charges, he found himself hoping she stayed for months. But even months didn’t feel like enough time. The thought of letting her go once again pained him.
“Emily, why didn’t you unpack yet?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I guess I didn’t want to make myself at home too much. This is only temporary.”
“Don’t be silly,” he said, flipping open her suitcase. “Let’s get you unpacked.”
She sighed and hesitated, but one stern look was enough to send her scampering for the huge bag. They folded her shorts and shirts, putting them away in the dresser, and the few dresses she’d packed were hung in the closet. Daniel shoved the suitcase and bag in the back of the closet, hoping they wouldn’t be used for a long time.
“There,” he said, grasping Emily’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “Now, go brush your teeth and go potty, then get your fanny back in here.”
“Yes, sir,” she said with a flush of her cheeks. She scurried out the door.
In her absence, Daniel selected the most girlish pajamas he could find, a white cotton nightie trimmed in lace that would likely only reach mid-thigh. He laid it out on the bed, his senses thrumming as he anticipated her return.
Emily walked in a few minutes later, keeping her head lowered but peering up at him with bashful eyes.
“You aren’t allowed to wear those shorts anymore, Emily. They are much too grownup for you. Most of the dresses in your closet will be all right until I can pick you up some new things.”
She looked at him as if he were crazy. “Are you for real?” Glancing down at her shorts, she sighed and shook her head. “I know they’re really short, but all the shorts I packed are like this.”
“Well then, you won’t be wearing any of them. Not unless you want another trip across my knee, little girl. Now come here. Let’s get you into your jammies, and I’ll tuck you in.”
She opened her mouth as if to speak, but clamped her lips together a second later. Confusion spread over her face, but she moved to Daniel’s side, finally obeying. He gave her a pleased smile and reached for the hem of her shirt.
“Arms up,” he said.
Emily lifted her arms slowly, and he peeled her shirt off, drawing it over her head. His gaze fell to her breasts. She wore a pink bra trimmed in lace and he ran a finger over the strap.
“I always wear a bra to bed,” she blurted.
He didn’t believe her. “Is that so?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you really? Need I remind you what happens to little girls who tell lies?”
She blushed and stammered until finally confessing the truth. “I—I don’t really wear a bra to bed. I’m sorry I lied.”
Daniel reached around to unhook her bra, drew the straps forward off her arms, and tossed it on the bed with her shirt. He held her out by her shoulders, letting his gaze wander over her nudity. “You’re a lovely girl, Emily.”
“Th-thank you, sir.” Her chest rose and fell under rapid breaths, and he fought down the urge to climb atop her on the bed and have his way with her. He unfastened her shorts and ordered her to step out of them, then made quick work of dressing her in the nightdress.
Though being undressed and dressed by him had embarrassed her, he suspected she’d enjoyed the attention. He certainly loved showering her with it, and he planned to help her get ready for bed every night from here on out. Each time he did something for her, a look of surprise entered her eyes, but a moment later he saw gratitude.
“Into bed with you,” he said gently. He pulled the covers back, waited for Emily to crawl in, and drew the covers back over her. She squirmed around and laughed before turning on her stomach.
“I think I’ll be sleeping like this tonight.” She yawned and giggled as she covered her mouth, gazing up at him with sleepy eyes.
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