“Because I need you to,” Molly answered after a moment, her voice barely audible with her head down.
Andrew rewarded her with a gentle rub on the bottom. “That’s right,” he told her. “I care about you, and I want you to have what you need.” Then he raised his hand and began to spank her.
* * *
Molly gasped as Andrew’s hand collided with her bottom. The pain was sharp and stinging, and it pulled her away from the daze she had been in a moment ago. The smack was immediately followed by another, and then another, and the heat began to build on Molly’s bare, exposed bottom.
“You’re a good, sweet little girl,” Andrew told her, his voice sounding far away, but gentle and compassionate. “I care about you. These are things that you need to know, and truly understand in your heart.”
He didn’t let up his pace, and was increasing the intensity of the swats. Molly took a deep breath, wiggling slightly over Andrew’s lap. “If I have to spank you every single day to get these things through to you, then I will. You’ll go to bed each and every night with a bright pink bottom.”
At the moment, the thought didn’t seem like such a bad idea to Molly. Her first spanking had hurt terribly, and Andrew’s scolding words had cut to her core, making her feel chastised and repentant for her behavior. Yet now, after their intimate moment as he had undressed her, in her vulnerable, nude state, with these affectionate affirmations instead of a lecture, she felt different. Molly found that each smack, no matter how hard, hurt less and less, like something in her brain was mixing the signals.
She felt warm, yes, and each little jolt of pain was clearly pain, but she had trouble focusing on anything other than the wetness growing between her legs. She was sure she was making a wet spot on Andrew’s pants.
“You’re mine to look after and to take care of, and I’ll do whatever I think it takes to get through to you,” Andrew continued. “You can see now that spankings can be a punishment or a reward.” Molly could hear the smile in his voice, and it made her feel even more embarrassed about her uncontrollable arousal. “But there are also many other ways that I can punish you, and other things good girls get that I think you might want.”
He stopped spanking for a moment to gently run his finger across Molly’s pussy, and she trembled at his touch, subconsciously opening her legs, inviting him to explore. His hand didn’t linger there, though, and he returned to spanking her, increasing the intensity and speed yet again. She strained her mind to imagine Andrew’s other possible punishments, but wasn’t able to focus on anything else too much at the moment. Just the hard smack of his hand against her tender, hot flesh. He began to spank her lower on her bottom, but instead of a painful focus on the area where thighs and bottom met, he delivered a few swats with his hand cupped over her pussy, making a much duller sound as the air created a pocket of vibration there. Molly moaned.
“Please, please, do that again!” she whimpered.
Andrew chuckled, spanking her bottom cheeks again instead. “Oh, you liked that, little girl?” he teased.
Molly nodded vigorously. “Yes, sir.” Her voice was desperate as she craved to feel the sensation again. Her pussy was swollen with arousal and she couldn’t keep still, attempting to grind herself against the doctor’s leg without success. “Please,” she begged. “Please!” Her body felt hot all over, the burning in her bottom combining with the heat of arousal in her pussy to send her overboard. She kicked her legs frantically. “Pleaaaaaaassssseeeeee,” she breathed out.
Andrew finally gave into her pleading and returned to spanking her over her pussy. The vibration and the air there did something she couldn’t explain, and she felt the muscles in her legs growing tighter with each swat. She grabbed a pillow off the head of the bed and held it close to her, biting into it to keep from yelping too much as the sensations overtook her.
Suddenly, and without much warning, she felt a giant wave of orgasm crash into her body and she let out a wail of pleasure, shuddering and shaking. Dr. Andrew responded by firmly gripping the back of her neck with his left hand and continuing to spank her in the way she loved, clearly not satisfied with simply making her cum once. His firm grip made her even hornier, if that was possible. He leaned over and spoke close to her face, which was scrunched up in a mask of pleasure.
“You’re going to cum again for me, little girl, aren’t you?” he insisted, his words clearly a command.
“Yessss, ssssiiiiirrrr,” Molly hissed through her teeth, as her sexual bliss made it hard for her to move her mouth, to control the sounds that came out of her.
“Good girl,” Andrew praised, tightening his grip. His hand there made her feel so controlled, like she was subject to only his will in that very moment. And his will was for her to cum again. As his hand collided with a dull, popping thump against her, she felt electricity shoot through her body again, a surge of bliss running to her head and making her heart thump, shocks going off in her feet. She bit the pillow to keep from screaming in ecstasy. Just as it was becoming too much for her to take, Andrew stopped.
“Very good girl,” he praised, releasing his tight grip on her to stroke her hair as she panted over his lap, spent and exhausted.
* * *
After tucking Molly in and kissing her goodnight, Andrew had gone downstairs. He hadn’t expected things to take such a sexual turn tonight, but, as he had said, he wanted to give Molly what she needed and to let her have some release. He had thought this would come from a hard, emotionally purging spanking, complete with plenty of tears. But if what Molly needed was a couple of intense orgasms and the feeling of being touched to gain her release, who was he to deny her?
He went to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water from the filtering pitcher in the refrigerator, then went to take a look at the mail that Molly had left for him on the coffee table. He opened it piece by piece, getting the usual stuff: a water bill, a ‘Thinking of you!’ card from his mother, a couple of advertising fliers, and then a white envelope.
Without inspecting it too closely he ripped it open and pulled out the paper. It was a note from Marcel, the Mialis rep who he had met with the other day, thanking him for the visit. Andrew crumpled it and set it aside, then looked at the last couple of items. A strange thought struck him: how had Marcel learned his home address? Andrew didn’t like mixing business life and home life, and he didn’t usually get any mail about his practice at his house. He found the fact that he had gotten this letter a bit unsettling. Of course it was silly to worry about it, but something about it made him feel uneasy. He wondered what other information Marcel might have found in his ‘research.’
The next morning, Molly got up bright and early and came downstairs dressed and ready to go before Andrew even went up to call her. Obviously, early bedtimes were working for her.
“Good morning, princess,” he said to her as he buttered a piece of toast. “You want something to eat?”
Molly shook her head. “Just coffee,” she said, going right to the pot. Andrew frowned.
“Coffee isn’t really breakfast, Molly, you know this,” he started.
Molly scrunched up her face at him. “It’s not a big deal, I’ve done it for years.”
Andrew sighed. “Molly, I’m a doctor and I think that makes me know better than you what is and isn’t good for your health.” He thought about how receptive Molly had been to his taking care of her last night, then added, “You’re lucky that I let a little girl like you drink coffee at all. That’s for grownups, isn’t it?”
Molly pouted. “But I’ve always had coffee! You’re not going to take it away, are you?” She looked at him with pleading eyes.
Andrew found the display cute. “No, I’m not going to take your coffee away, but you are not to drink it on an empty stomach. Too much acid.” He popped another piece of toast out of the toaster, stuck it on a plate, and handed it to her. “Eat,” he ordered.
Molly frowned, but sat down at the table and buttered the toast.
Molly giggled. “Maybe you should get up early and make me pancakes!” she suggested.
Andrew smiled at her. “Is that what little girls like to eat for breakfast? Pancakes?”
Molly nodded.
“With maple syrup?” he asked.
“No,” she corrected, “with chocolate chips!”
Andrew marveled at what a little girl Molly actually was. He often felt a pang of sadness or melancholy when Molly showed him how sweet and innocent she was. It hurt his heart to think that no one had ever taken care of her before, but he was amazed by the fact that Molly had managed to maintain her innocence. Maybe the fact that she had been required by her circumstances to grow up so quickly had left her yearning to remain a little girl, and so part of her had never changed.
“Hey, Molly,” Andrew asked, remembering the mail he had gotten last night. “Has anyone at work asked for my address at home?”
Molly shook her head no. “Why do you want to know?” she wondered.
Andrew shrugged. “I got a piece of mail last night that struck me as kind of odd, since it was work mail sent to my home address. It was probably not a big deal. Just to be clear, if anyone asks for our address here, don’t give it out. It’s not a secret or anything, I just don’t like to take work home. I don’t even have a home office at all. I like to deal with everything at the practice, okay?”
Molly nodded.
Andrew thought about this for a moment. “If someone does ask, don’t bite their head off, okay? I know you want to do what I tell you, but it’s perfectly acceptable to just politely decline.”
“Yes, sir,” Molly said, looking down as if she had just been scolded.
Andrew pulled her chin up and looked into her eyes. “What will happen to you if you’re rude to someone at work again, even if you think you’re doing the right thing, Molly?” he asked, suddenly very serious.
Molly chewed her lip for a second. “You’ll… punish me,” she whispered.
Andrew nodded. “That’s right. I’ll have to punish my little girl if that happens again. Do you know what I’ll do?”
Molly shook her head no.
“I bet you have some guesses though, don’t you?”
She nodded, wincing at whatever she was imagining.
“What do you think will happen if you disobey me? How do you think I’ll punish you?”
Molly’s face turned pink again. It was almost strange to see her when she wasn’t blushing, he thought to himself with a smile.
“I’ll get another spanking,” she muttered.
Andrew nodded. “You’ll get at least another spanking,” he told her. “I want your imagination working on what else I might do to you if you’re naughty enough.”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
Andrew liked the fact that Molly called him ‘sir,’ especially because he had never directly told her that she needed to. He liked the willingness of her submission to him. It felt good to him, and it reassured him that she enjoyed their power play as much as she needed it, and as much as he did.
“Good girl,” he said, giving her a kiss on the nose. “Now it’s off to work.” The two of them got into Andrew’s car and he pulled out of the driveway, heading for the office. They always carpooled together. It just made more sense that way.
As they drove to work, Andrew thought about another thing that looking at the mail last night had reminded him of.
“Molly, you need to do a change of address form, now that you’re living here,” he suggested. “I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty happy with this arrangement so far, and I don’t see any reason to change it.”
He hoped that this wasn’t coming on too strong, but the idea of their living situation only being temporary made Andrew sad. Now that Molly was part of his life, he couldn’t imagine the house without her there.
Molly’s answer was immediate and surprising to Andrew. “I don’t want to do that,” she told him. Andrew felt hurt. Maybe Molly didn’t want to stay with him? She seemed to enjoy everything they had done together, and the way that she clung to him when he hugged her seemed to say more than words ever could, but maybe he was wrong? Or maybe she just didn’t want to feel like she was taking advantage of his hospitality too much, in which case he clearly hadn’t gotten through to her that she was wanted there. He sighed deeply, his strong chest rising and falling sadly.
“You don’t want to stay here, Molly? I’m not asking you to stay forever, but I’m just thinking that a little permanence could do you some good.”
“Oh, no no no no!” Molly said, shaking her head. “That’s not what I meant! Yes, I want to keep living here! No, I don’t want to change my address.”
Andrew breathed a sigh of relief, and then raised one eyebrow. “Well, I’m glad you want to be here, but I don’t understand what’s wrong with changing your address. All that means is that your mail will get forwarded here. I had kind of assumed you would have done this before you moved, but I thought maybe you wanted to be sure that you were staying before you did anything like that.”
Molly looked like she was thinking of a way to explain. “You know how you don’t want people to know your home address, so they don’t send you work stuff at home?” she attempted.
Andrew nodded, not sure where she was going with this.
“You see, I don’t want people to know any of my addresses, so no one can send me anything.”
Stopping at a red light, Andrew looked at Molly, still confused. “Is there someone who harasses you? Is it something to do with one of your parents?”
Molly shook her head again. “I figured that if I changed my address, then the bill people would just send them here and it wouldn’t be a clean start anymore,” she admitted.
Andrew’s eyes narrowed. “So, you have outstanding bills and you haven’t changed your address because this way, if your creditors don’t know where you are, they can’t send you letters about it?” he asked incredulously.
Molly nodded. “Yes! Exactly that!” she said, looking pleased that Andrew understood.
Andrew was not pleased. He’d been focusing so much on connecting to Molly in the past couple of days and in appreciating her vulnerability that he had almost forgotten how irresponsible she could be. He tried not to sound judgmental when he spoke. Maybe Molly just genuinely didn’t understand how bills worked. He knew that she could be sensitive about the things she didn’t understand or know how to do.
“Do you know what a credit rating is?” he asked.
Molly nodded. “It’s the reason why I can’t get a credit card.”
If he hadn’t been driving, Andrew would have put his head in his hands. “So, you understand that if you owe people money and don’t pay them, it builds bad credit and prevents you from doing things like getting a credit card, or getting a loan for a new car, or getting a mortgage one day, right?”
Molly shrugged. “I never really thought much about the future. I just had to get through the day,” she confided. “I knew it wasn’t right, but it’s what I did.”
Andrew tried to be gentle. “We’re going to go to the post office and change your address after work. And whenever a bill comes, you’re going to use the money from your paychecks to pay it off. I’m paying you a living wage and you really don’t have any expenses right now, so you can use this time to get a clean slate, do you understand?”
Molly nodded. “Am I in trouble?” she asked.
Andrew gave her a serious look as he pulled into the office parking lot. “I’m not going to punish you for things that you did in the past before you came to live here. Now that I know that you’re doing this, though, it has to stop. If a bill comes that you can’t afford to pay and you don’t know what to do with it, you have to talk to me. I can lend you the money to pay for it and you can pay me back as you earn it. If I find out that you’re not doing that, then I’ll punish you. Are we clear?”
Molly nodded.
“Good,” he said. “It’s time for me to go be a doctor,” he said with a smile, getting out of the car.
Chapter Five
The morning went by as usual. Molly felt a little embarrassed and grumpy about her conversation with Andrew regarding her bill paying, but she managed to put her feelings away to help Samantha with the tasks of the day. The only thing that she didn’t like about her job was the fact that since Samantha knew more about everything and was actually a trained medical biller, she always got to handle the things that seemed the most interesting to Molly, and she got to decide what tasks Molly was required to do. This morning, Molly was scanning the schedule to find appointments that had been scheduled far in advance and calling the patients to remind them about it. It was boring and tedious, but at least she got to talk to people on the phone. A few times she even got to chatting with the patients, but a stern look from Samantha reminded her to hang up the call.
In the early afternoon, Andrew had only a few appointments scheduled and they were mostly things that would be pretty quick. Molly had learned by now which things took more time and which were fast in-and-out visits. Unlike the clinics that Molly had visited for medical care as a child, Dr. Harrington’s office had a fast turnaround wait, and people weren’t in the waiting room for too long.
Once she finished her task and before Samantha assigned her another one, Molly decided to make Andrew a cup of coffee and bring it to him in his office, since he wasn’t with a patient at the moment. She left the desk and wandered into the break room, finding that there was already a fresh pot of coffee on the burner. She poured a cup and added milk from the fridge but no sugar, the way that she had seen Andrew make himself coffee. She then carefully carried it down the hall to his office, where she knocked on the door.
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