Not everyone here is a Dom, and I shouldn’t make assumptions.
His dark brown hair was tousled, reminding me of when you roll out of bed, it was longer on the top than the sides and I wanted to run my fingers through it. This gorgeous specimen of a man couldn’t be a real doctor. He shut the door and approached me. The most intense green eyes I’d ever had the pleasure of looking into locked right on mine.
My palms were already sweaty before he waltzed in, and I wiped them casually on my dress as I tried to maintain my composure.
“I was told to wait here for the doctor.” I worried my bottom lip between my teeth.
“I’m Dr. Gabriel but you can call me Doc. I heard you wouldn't let anyone check your vitals. Are you trying to be difficult?”
“No, I’m scared of medical places.” What I didn’t tell him was that they also turned me on in the most fantastic way possible. It was an odd mixture of arousal building from the anticipation of what Doc was going to do to me and slight humiliation at the idea of being poked and prodded by such a handsome, charming man. He was seriously the man of my dreams and his casual demeanor—whether feeding me or spanking me—turned me on even more.
“Can you come over here and sit on the table so I can examine you?” He patted the top of it.
“I'm sort of light-headed.”
Dr. Gabriel crossed to where I was sitting in the corner and tugged me to my feet. He helped me up onto the exam table, the place which raised my blood pressure on a good day, and he snapped on a pair of blue latex gloves. The sound didn't do anything to ease my nerves.
“Is there anything you didn’t include on your medical paperwork that I should know?”
“No.” A tiny squeak bubbled out between my lips. “Maybe. I’m terrified of needles.”
“Yes, many people are, but I appreciate you telling me.” Doc took my hand and checked my pulse. It was racing from his touch. “When’s the last time you ate?”
Heat flushed over my face. I hadn’t really eaten in a while. My nerves were worried and my stomach grumbled in protest. He pumped the blood pressure cuff and the spinner inside moved. I wondered why it was manual instead of automatic but it didn't hurt my arm like the more modern options, which squeezed way too tight.
“Sometime before now.”
“I don’t need an exact time but was it this morning or this afternoon?”
This was a real situation, the trembling in my hands confirmed as much, but his attention made my heart swell with something. It had been a long ass time since anyone had asked about my well-being. I wasn’t so great at doing everyday things for myself, even though I knew how to. That’s what appealed most to me in my littler mindset. I wanted a Daddy to take care of my needs, whether it was for an hour or a day. I needed a strong hand and a stronger heart. He continued on with his assessment, looking in my ears, my eyes, nose, and mouth, while waiting for my answer. When I stayed silent, he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Why haven’t you eaten today, Lucky?”
“I’m sort of nervous to be here all by myself and it’s made my stomach all tied up in knots.”
“Are you in pain?”
“No.”
Dr. Gabriel moved around the exam room, and more than once, he caught me staring at his perfect, muscled ass. I wasn’t usually the girl who stared at a man’s butt, but something about the way those scrubs cupped his ass made me drool. How could scrubs look so yummy? I wanted to ask him if he ever played here in the Castle but I had no right to interrogate him.
“Is anything else bothering you?” He touched my arm.
“I’m a bit out of my comfort zone. I was just venting when you walked into the room. I don’t think the Castle is actually stupid.”
“I hope not, it would be a shame to badmouth such a wonderful place. A comfort zone is also a safe and beautiful place, but nothing ever grows there.” Something wet swiped my arm but I processed the implications behind those words, ignoring whatever he was doing at the moment. “We could all use such a reminder. Hold this on your arm.”
“How did you do that without me feeling anything?” I pressed the small alcohol pad to my inner forearm, shocked. “I’m really terrified of needles.”
“There aren’t as many nerves along your inner arm so it hurts much less than pricking a finger.” He turned the small device in his hand to face me. “Your blood sugar is low. We need to get it to a normal spot, or a trip to the hospital will be in order.”
I needed to get some food in me and I'd feel better. There was no way I'd go to a hospital; it was scary enough being in the medical wing.
“Yeah, okay. So, do you visit the Castle when you’re not working?”
“I live here.” He chuckled as he twisted open a bottle of orange juice, handing it to me along with a small banana. Doc leaned against the exam table, close enough for me to be comforted by his presence but not suffocating. “It sounds like you’re asking me a deeper question. What is it that you want to know?”
“I wasn’t trying to pry.” I took several swallows of the juice. Tangy and sweet without any pulp. It tasted better than I thought orange juice could taste. “I was supposed to meet somebody here and he got deployed with the military a few days ago. I promised him I’d have a good time but I haven’t really tried yet.”
“You read the orientation packets, right?”
I nodded.
“The staff was made aware that Daddy Drake was deployed. We’re friends outside of the Castle, as well.” Doc glanced at the bracelets on my wrist. “You should have been paired up with someone new, who will go over your limits, both hard and soft, as well as your fantasies, and see if he or she would be a good fit for you. There’s someone for everyone at the Castle.”
“Yeah, but as soon as I got into this beautiful dress, I got sick.” I glanced down at the banana in my hands. There was no proper way to eat this particular fruit in polite company without being suggestive. I opted to peel the phallic-shaped foodstuff, breaking off pieces and stuffing my mouth. “So, I don't even know who it was supposed to be because the powers that be are scrambling to find someone. Anyhow, I've wrecked my own weekend, along with whomever they've decided on.”
“He's probably been informed, and after you're on the mend, you can start over. Don't worry about that at the moment. Can I ask if you and Daddy Drake are in a relationship?”
“We never met in person, just through The Courtyard. It's a safe site for Little princes and princesses to find their Mommies and Daddies.” I threw a hand over my mouth. “Oh! I’m not supposed to say that. It’s like breaking trust, right?”
“It's breaking trust by sharing details which were only told to you. You wouldn't want to accidentally out a person's kink, but I’m obligated by law to keep anything you tell me to myself.”
Doc checked my pulse again and goosebumps raised over my arms.
“Anything I tell you?” My question took on a naughty tone at the word anything and it confused me. Was I trying to flirt with this handsome doctor, even though my legs were swinging off the table and I was still wearing my little girl dress?
Yes. Luciana. You’re flirting with a doctor at a world-renowned BDSM resort and you have no idea what you are doing, but at least you look gosh darn adorable.
“Yes. Anything you tell me here in this room remains confidential. Is there something you want to share?”
“No, but I appreciate the information. Thank you for helping me.” I handed him the empty banana peel. “I’m feeling better. Can I go?”
“I'm glad you're feeling better but we’re not done yet.” Doc crossed the room and disposed of my trash without a word.
I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing from my vantage point but he picked up a tiny object and shook it down.
“Let’s make sure your temperature isn’t elevated. Something else could be off with you, and it would be better to stay here for observation.” He strutted back across the space to my side. “You drank cold juice, so a t
hermometer won't be accurate in your mouth. We’ll have to check it another way.”
Butterflies swarmed my stomach. He couldn’t possibly mean what I thought he meant.
Glancing down at the small glass rod, I recognized the unmistakable pear-shaped bulb, which showed a glistening glob of lubricant on it. I also noticed a tube of lube in the pocket of his scrub pants.
No, not one of my most secret fantasies. This can't be happening.
“I don't have a fever. There's no need to check anything.”
If I had been in a younger space a few minutes ago, it now dissipated with a poof. I could not entertain the idea of this handsome stranger sticking a thermometer in my most private hole, though thrills shot straight to my pussy. It had been a secret fantasy of mine and I had checked off all sorts of med play options on my limits and curiosity lists.
Did he have access to my desires and limits? No, that would be silly. They didn’t just let anyone read them. Or did they?
“It’s better to check and it will only take a few minutes. As long as everything else is normal, you’ll be free to go to the dining hall and find something delicious to eat.”
“I don’t want you to take my temperature with that.” I pointed at the slim glass instrument. “What you're trying to do has been high on my list of fantasies since forever.” Heat flushed over my face. If I didn't have a fever, just the act might raise my temperature a few degrees.
“It would be irresponsible of me to neglect one of the body’s biggest indicators of how well it is or isn’t working. I should have checked it before, but I was concerned about your blood sugar. It’s a standard medical procedure.”
“There is nothing standard about sticking a thermometer anywhere other than my mouth.”
“It's perfectly standard, but I'm not going to argue with you.”
Stars flitted through my vision for the second time today. I was going to pass out. My breathing grew labored and I placed a hand on my chest. “It's hard to breathe.”
“Nice deep breaths. In through your nose, and out through your mouth.” His tone eased back the anxiety. “Small even breaths, Lucky. You're fine.”
I followed his instructions and we breathed together, in and out until the swirling storm of emotions eased. My eyes shot to the object in his hand but this time, I was fully aroused and no longer scared. The idea turned me on so much.
“Thanks. I can breathe better.”
“Good. Turn onto your stomach. Pull down your panties so we can get a reading.”
“Or?”
Sugar! Why did I challenge him?
I had zero right to throw down an imaginary gauntlet to a real doctor who may not even be into the same sort of things I was.
“Or I’m going to take you over my lap and hold you firmly in place while I get a reading.” His jaw clenched and relaxed.
Fudge-balls. I wanted him to do just that. I finished off the bottle of juice and stared up into the emerald pools of his eyes. They were just as gorgeous as the rest of him.
“We aren’t playing, Doc.”
“No, we're most definitely not playing. Do you know the Castle safeword, Lucky?”
Swallowing hard, I nodded. Daddy Drake had drilled it into my head, as had all of the paperwork before I came here and after I arrived. Onion. I hadn’t planned on using it unless something crazy occurred, but I knew it. Testing it out on my tongue along with the colors red, green and yellow to indicate where my brain was at during any scene had taken up more than one evening this past week. I was ready, at least mentally.
“I need a verbal agreement. Do you or don’t you know the Castle safeword?”
“Yes, Doc, I do, but—”
“Yes, your butt is exactly where the thermometer is going. Last chance to do what you were told.”
“I won't fit over your thighs anyway.”
“I’m not giving a voice to the nasty comment which just flew out of your lips,” he scoffed. “Be warned. I don’t take kindly to false assumptions.”
“It's not false.” I weighed at least twenty-five pounds more than I wanted to. The idea of approaching a Dom to play when I didn’t love my body, inhibited my normally outgoing self. Two nights ago, the thought had almost made me stay home.
We stared at each other for a moment, a pregnant pause hanging over us.
“It will be much easier if you cooperate, Lucky. Roll over, please.”
“This isn’t a scene. You’re a real doctor, and I’m a real patient.”
“You’ve got fifteen seconds.”
“Fourteen Mississippi, thirteen Mississippi, twelve Mississippi—”
“You naughty little thing.” Doc lifted me down from the exam table. He hooked the toe of his shoe under the lip of a small black stool and wheeled it next to us. “You're pushing buttons you shouldn't be pushing.”
As he upended me over his lap with flair, I barely had time to process what was happening. The silky purple dress flipped upward and my frilly lavender panties were lowered to my knees.
“I’ll listen. Just let me get back on the table. Please, Doc?” I squirmed but he held me in place as promised. The muscles in his arms weren’t just for show. I couldn’t move.
“Stay still.”
He spread open my cheeks with one hand and probed gently until the thermometer slid inside my tight pucker. I’d never had anything back there, but I knew better than to fight him.
Not that I would win anyway.
He adjusted me slightly and pushed the glass rod a little deeper.
“I’m sorry,” I groaned. “I wasn’t trying to push your buttons.”
“I’d say you knew exactly what you were doing.” He twirled the thermometer. Wetness pooled between my thighs and I buried my head in my hands.
“I’ve said I’m sorry. Can you please take it out?”
“It takes about five minutes to register. I can’t really see the clock from here so it might be a little bit longer.”
“What?” Another wave of heat flamed over my face. “You—you can’t just keep me prisoner over your lap! Don’t you have other patients who need your attention?”
“The only patient I’m focused on is you.” He twirled the thermometer and his fingers brushed the cleft of my ass. “You're over my lap because of your refusal to cooperate.”
“Fine, but weren't you wearing a watch?” I racked my brain, trying to remember what his wrists looked like. From this view, all I could see was the floor. “All the doctors wear watches.”
“Clever little thing.” He chuckled. “Yes, I’m wearing a watch, but with all of the back and forth between us, I've forgotten how long ago I inserted the thermometer.”
Oh. This was so not fair. How on earth did he know that I really just needed this sort of attention? The sort of attention that I didn’t even know I needed?
“It’s irresponsible of you not to remember, Doc.” I threw the ball back into his court.
“You’re right. I’d better take it out and start over.”
“Oh no!” I’d moan this time for sure. “That’s not necessary.”
“If you had done what I originally asked you to do, we'd be done by now.”
Doc removed the thermometer and shook it down. The cap of the lube snapped and I pictured him squeezing more onto the tip of the instrument. My pussy clenched. This wasn’t a scene, I reminded myself, and yet I was shamefully aroused. Why on earth had I rambled on and on about how this was a fantasy of mine? Oh. Maybe it was a staff thing. Staff wanted to play out fantasies. No, that wasn't possible, since he didn't know what I was into and he had already had it in his mind to check my temperature rectally.
“You really don't have to!”
Ignoring my protests, he slowly pushed the rod back into my tightest ring inch by inch until it was fully seated. I wiggled my hips, desperate to gain the upper hand, but it proved fruitless.
“Stay still, Lucky.”
It was exciting being held this way even though I fought against the i
dea. His fingers moved every fifteen seconds or so, reminding my sensitive nerves that there was a probe in my ass. I shifted slightly but the movement tickled those same nerves, forcing a moan out between my lips from the sheer pleasure.
“Can you please take it out, Doc?” I rocked my hips from side to side but the motion did nothing to quell the pulsing between my thighs.
“We've got a few more minutes.” The probe shifted slightly and I whined. “Do you like being held over my lap?”
Suppressing the urge to brat at him came harder than I thought it would. I hadn’t done such a thing in person with anyone but I wanted to hardcore brat. If I had known him before I got to the Castle then he would already know where my head was. He would have gone over my limits and other such things. Was staff allowed to play with guests? That thought tightened something inside my belly.
A hard slap on my right ass cheek launched me back to reality.
“Ouch!” I whipped my head around. “Y-yes. I like being held over your lap.”
“Ah. So, you did hear my question. I thought you might have become unconscious when you didn’t verbally answer me. Painful stimulus in medicine doesn’t usually involve a person’s ass but it seemed to have gotten your attention.” His fingers tapped the thermometer, sending tiny zings of pleasure into my tight ring. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”
Sighing, I turned my head around so I wouldn't get a crick in my neck.
“I almost stayed home.”
No, I wasn’t going to get into more detail with Dr. McSexypants. I had already been wet from the notion of going over his lap earlier, but him re-inserting the glass rod caused even more wetness to pool in between my thighs.
“It would have been terrible to stay home when you’ve been planning a trip to the Castle. Are you enjoying your time so far?”
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