Rebecca had left to go get take-out for everyone to have for dinner and had come back with some other stuff, too, which Andrew hadn’t really paid much attention to. She had stuck around, entertaining Molly while he worked. When eight o’clock rolled around, though, she had stuck her head into the office.
“I have to get home now, Dr. Harrington. Good luck with everything.”
Andrew waved at her. “Thanks for the pizza,” he said, “and for looking after Molly.”
“She wants to know if she’s allowed to play video games now that work is over,” Rebecca added with a wry smile.
Andrew laughed. “Yes, of course, she can do whatever she wants… within reason, that is.”
Rebecca said goodnight and left, presumably telling Molly that she had his permission to play. Andrew made one more phone call after he heard Rebecca leave, then cleaned up his office for the next day and came out into the reception area, where Molly was happily matching colored diamonds in a computer game while sparkling animals danced in the background. She was looking much tidier than Andrew had ever seen her. Her chocolate hair was in a French braid, and her clothes were neatly pressed. He did a double take.
“Hi, Dr. Harrington!” Molly bubbled. “Rebecca taught me how to iron while you were working. And she did my hair! And she showed me how to sew on buttons. That’s important, because one of my shirts needs the buttons fixed on it,” she rambled, blushing slightly as she was obviously remembering the way that Andrew had ripped her clothes off her the night before.
“You look great,” he told her, his voice genuine. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were all grown up.”
Molly giggled.
“It’s almost a shame that I’m going to undress you now,” he added. “Almost.”
Molly looked up at him. “What are you going to do?”
Andrew adjusted his white coat. “I’ve never given you a proper medical examination,” he explained. “Since you’re a doctor’s little girl, you should be getting the best of medical care.”
“You examined me the other day…” Molly started.
“No,” Andrew corrected her, smiling. “I took your temperature the other day when you were being naughty. This exam is going to be much more thorough than that. Go into exam room two, undress all the way, and wait for me, young lady,” he instructed.
Andrew didn’t foresee a lot of chances to be alone in the office with Molly, and he intended to make the best use possible of all of them.
Molly quietly got up from the desk, pausing her game. She stopped and looked at him inquisitively.
“Um, excuse me, can I ask one thing, though?”
Andrew nodded. “Of course,” he said.
Molly shifted from foot to foot shyly.
“Can you not mess my hair up if you can avoid it?” she asked. “I like it like this.”
Andrew laughed and pulled Molly close, kissing her on the forehead. He couldn’t help it. Her priorities were adorable to him.
“I’ll do my best, honey,” he said. “Now go and strip like a good patient.”
Molly disappeared into the exam room, and Andrew waited for a few minutes before entering the room after her. He wanted her to have to sit and let the anticipation really build before he came in. When he himself felt ready to burst with waiting, he finally grabbed an empty chart from the filing cabinet and headed to the exam room. He knocked on the door before entering.
“Ready for your exam, young lady?” he asked.
Molly was seated fully naked on the padded table, swinging her legs in a way that made her seem even younger than usual. Her pale nipples were hard and erect, the areolas crinkled from excitement. She nodded. “Yes, Dr. Harrington,” she said.
“Good,” he said. “Today’s examination is going to be very thorough. We’ll start with the easy stuff. Let me just grab my sphygmomanometer.”
Molly’s eyes widened with fear at the sound of the word. “Is that a real thing?” she asked.
Andrew wanted to chuckle at her, but he wouldn’t laugh at a real patient, so he kept himself stoic.
“Yes, young lady. Let me get it.” He opened up the white cabinet on the other side of the room from the table and pulled out his blood pressure cuff.
Molly looked almost disappointed. “Is it really called that?” she asked incredulously.
Andrew nodded. “Yes, that’s its technical term.” He slipped it onto her arm and pumped it up, then waited and released it when it was time. He used a pen to record the reading on her chart.
“Perfectly normal,” he told her. Putting the sphygmomanometer away, he took a hold of Molly’s arm, placing two fingers on her wrist and looking at his watch. “Hmmmm,” he said after a minute. “Your pulse is quite fast.”
It really was: Molly’s little heart was racing, and he could feel her arousal in the thrumming beneath his fingers. “I’ll have to keep checking to make sure everything is fine.”
Molly nodded, keeping quiet. Something about the office made her particularly coy and obedient, and he loved the way that she submitted to his exam. He wondered if her pliancy would continue as it became more invasive.
He put his stethoscope into his ears and listened to her heartbeat next, his other hand resting affectionately on her back as he enjoyed the sound of her heart ha-bump ha-bumping quickly with excitement. He then reached around and listened to her lungs, too. His exam was indeed very thorough. He checked her reflexes with his red rubber reflex hammer, checked her ears with his otoscope, and then grabbed a tongue depressor from the jar on the counter. Molly instinctively opened her mouth for him.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Say ahhhh.” Molly did as she was told while Andrew held her tongue down with the depressor, shining a flashlight around her mouth to look down her throat. He then slipped a blue latex glove onto his hand and began to examine her mouth manually, rubbing his gloved finger over her teeth and tongue. Molly began to suck on his finger, as if she couldn’t help but run her tongue over whatever was placed in her mouth. “You seem to have a bit of an oral fixation,” he teased. He took the glove off and threw it in the trash.
“The easy stuff is over,” he told her. “Lie on your back for your breast exam.”
Molly lay down on the table, being careful when she set down her head. Andrew came to her side and began to fondle each of her breasts, feeling their softness beneath his fingers. Molly let out a little moan.
“Hold still,” he admonished. “I need to be perfectly sure that your breasts are healthy.” Once he had finished carefully kneading and massaging each breast, he spent a moment playing with and pinching her nipples, strictly for scientific purposes of course.
“Hey!” Molly cried as he gave her nipple a little twist.
Andrew offered no explanation, but simply smiled wryly. “Your breasts are in perfect health,” he told her. “Next, it’s time for your vaginal exam.” He reached under the table and pulled out two shiny metal stirrups.
Molly shuddered. “You’re… going to examine that?” she asked.
“Yes, Molly,” Andrew told her. “Every part of you needs to be examined, and I do mean every part.” Molly did not move toward the stirrups that Andrew had opened for her. “You need to put one foot on each stirrup and scoot your bottom all the way down the edge of the table,” he instructed. Molly stayed put.
“My pussy is sore from yesterday,” she admitted.
“I’m sure it is,” Andrew agreed. “All the more reason for me to take a look at it. And if you don’t obey me now, I’ll make it a lot sorer, in a much less enjoyable way,” he threatened.
Molly quickly moved into position, awkwardly opening her legs as wide as they went. Andrew felt himself growing very hard as he saw her expose herself like this. He snapped another pair of gloves onto his hands, then fetched a bottle of medical lubricant from the cabinet.
Before he opened it, though, he gave Molly an instruction. “You can help me to examine you by reaching down and spreading your lips
wide open for me,” he told her.
Molly looked at him pleadingly. “I didn’t think I could be more exposed than this!” she whined. Andrew decided that she needed a little encouragement, and raised his gloved hand to give her a firm smack on the pussy. Molly yelped. “Oowwwwwwwww!” she cried.
“I told you I could make it sorer,” he said. “I’ll never give you an idle threat, Molly.”
Molly’s eyes were wide as she took note of this.
“Spread yourself. Now,” he commanded.
Molly reached down and grabbed hold of her pussy lips, pulling them to either side. Andrew put his face close to her, inspecting her carefully and even shining his flashlight in order to get a closer view. As he came closer to her pussy, he could see her growing visibly wetter.
Finally, he lubricated his gloved finger and gently entered her cavity. He then pulled his finger out, noting that it was covered in the juices of her arousal. He lubricated a second finger and returned them to the inside of her body, first examining her like he would an actual patient, but then beginning to finger her, running them in and out of her rapidly. He used his other hand to rub her hard little clit, making Molly rock back and forth on the table in enjoyment. Then, suddenly, he stopped both motions and pulled his fingers out. Molly looked up at him with disappointment.
“Time for the next part of your exam,” he told her. He went to the cabinet again, this time returning with a plastic speculum. Molly looked a little nervous. “This won’t hurt,” he assured her. “You’re well lubricated.”
He placed one hand gently on her naked thigh as he pushed the plastic piece deep into her pussy. She let out a moaning gasp as he opened it. He once again used the flashlight to look at her, enjoying how embarrassed it made her to be so closely inspected by him.
“This exam is telling me that you have a beautiful, tight little pussy, little girl,” Andrew whispered to her, as if someone might still be in the office to hear him talk to her in such an un-doctorly way. “It’s making me rock hard to look at you like this. But there’s still one more part of you that I need to check.”
Molly gave Andrew a look that suggested that she knew exactly what he meant by that. From the view that he had, he could see the muscles in her bottom hole contract at the thought. “That’s right,” he told her. “I’m going to give you an anal exam.” He removed the speculum from Molly’s pussy, then gave it another hard smack just for good measure before she jumped out of the stirrups. Molly yelped.
“Get up on all fours, just like last time,” he told her.
Molly climbed over to the table and got on all fours, thrusting her bottom upwards. Andrew rubbed her bottom for a moment, then pulled Molly’s cheeks apart, looking at her tight, pink bottom hole. He gently stroked it with one finger for a moment before lubricating his finger and beginning to gently prod at the ring of muscles, encouraging it to open up.
In her arousal, her bottom was very receptive to his finger, and he carefully inserted it in her clasping little hole. Molly moaned. He moved his finger around, moving it deeper inside her bottom and then pulling it back and forth. Molly began to rock in motion with his movements, pushing back toward him to encourage him to thrust deeper. After a few minutes of this fingering, he pulled his finger out, watching her hole constrict when it found itself empty. Adding more lube, he returned his finger, again eliciting a much louder moan as he penetrated her again. He turned his finger in circles, enjoying the feeling of her tightness.
“You took your examination very well, Molly,” Andrew told her, his fingers still thrust deep into her most private cavity. He reached around and began to stroke her clit with his other hand and Molly continued to rock and gyrate, basically fucking herself with his hand.
Despite the fact that there was no one else in the office, she seemed intent on keeping her voice down. Andrew decided to embarrass her even more than he already had today, and in a loud voice said, “Are you enjoying having your bottom fingered, Molly?” His little girl shuddered, the muscles in her bottom hole tightening around his finger in her. “Are you? Do you like the feeling of me penetrating your little hole?”
Molly nodded and whimpered.
Andrew decided to keep being mean. “Tell me. Tell me what you like.”
Molly moaned and writhed and announced, albeit quietly, “I like having my bottom fingered, Dr. Harrington.”
Andrew was pleased by her obedience. “That’s my good girl,” he told her. “I want you to cum for me now, Molly.”
He doubled the efforts of the hand that was rubbing circles on her hard, swollen clit. It only took a moment before Molly began to let out a loud wail, which crescendoed as her body spasmed. Andrew could feel her bottom hole contract again as she came, and he moved his finger there faster and faster, until finally, she collapsed face down on the table. He gently extricated his finger from her bottom, then removed his gloves and tossed them in the trash can.
He rubbed tender circles on Molly’s back for a moment as she caught her breath. When she finally sat up, he pulled her close, kissing her passionately. “You get a clean bill of health,” he told her.
Chapter Seven
Molly woke up on Saturday morning, disappointed to find herself in her own bed. She knew that she had her own room, but she had hoped after the first night that they had slept together that she would get to sleep in Andrew’s bed with him from then on. She wanted to rest her head on his strong chest and feel his arms tenderly embracing her as she fell asleep every night, she thought wistfully.
Honestly, she didn’t even remember falling asleep. The last thing that she could really clearly remember was having a screaming orgasm on the doctor’s office table. It would feel funny to see that room at work on Monday. As Molly got up, she discovered that she was dressed in a nightshirt and a pair of panties. She didn’t remember changing, either. She got up and hopped down the stairs, in search of her daddy.
She found him reading the paper on the living room sofa. “Good morning, pumpkin,” he said to her. “Did you have a good sleep?”
Molly didn’t answer. Instead, she asked, “Why didn’t I get to sleep in bed with you?” she asked, her voice a little petulant.
“Because you fell asleep in the car on the way home and I had to carry my little girl up the stairs and put her in her pajamas,” he told her. “I didn’t want to disturb your rest once I got you in bed.”
“Oh,” Molly said. “I guess that makes sense.” She felt a little silly to have fallen asleep in the car, but she figured she had better get used to doing silly little girl things like that.
“Uh huh,” Andrew said teasingly. “Any other early morning complaints?” Molly didn’t have any. “You like sleeping in bed with me, though?” he asked seriously.
“Yes, daddy,” Molly told him. “I want to be cuddled up to you always,” she admitted. She punctuated this by crawling onto his lap. She lifted his hand and placed it gently on her bottom.
“Oh!” he laughed. “You want to be spanked?” He raised his hand dramatically, as if to swat her.
“Noooooo,” Molly laughed. “I just want to be cuddled.” Andrew drew her closer to him.
“You can always be cuddled, little girl,” he told her.
Molly and Andrew shared a quiet day together at home, reading, playing board games, and watching TV. Molly was full of energy and would have happily done whatever her daddy wanted, but she didn’t suggest much, knowing that the time when Andrew could relax was limited and wanting to let him take advantage of it. As the evening grew near, Andrew lit a fire in the fireplace and the two of them cuddled on the sofa, basking in the warmth of the burning wood.
“I never thought I could feel this good,” Molly admitted to Andrew. “I never thought anyone could love me like this.” It was true. With her daddy, she felt like her dark past melted away. She still felt insecure sometimes, but she no longer felt haunted by the dark fear that she was nothing but a fuck-up, and fundamentally unlovable. She had proof that this wasn’
t the case, in the form of her tall, strong, strict daddy, who was running his fingers through her hair like she was the most precious thing on Earth.
“When I was younger and lonely,” she confided. “I used to tell myself that someday I’d be loved, but it seemed like such an impossible dream, like imagining that someday I’d win the lottery. It wasn’t the sort of thing that happened to people like me. But it did.”
Andrew squeezed her tightly. “I didn’t know I could feel this good, either, baby,” he told her. “I thought I was happy enough before I met you, but I never realized how empty my life was. I can’t imagine it without now.”
The doctor looked her right in the eyes, and Molly marveled at the clarity of his, and the way they twinkled in the firelight. “I love you so much, Molly. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“I love you, too, daddy,” Molly told him. Then she crawled over his lap. She grabbed a cushion and snuggled it like a stuffed animal, pressing it close to her face. She hadn’t bothered to get dressed all day, and was still wearing the pink panties and nightshirt that Andrew had dressed her in the night before, when he had brought her home from the office after her exam.
“Do you need a spanking, little girl?” Andrew asked lovingly. “Something about your positioning right now suggests you might.”
Molly giggled and wiggled her bottom. “Yes! I need my bottom spanked. A yummy one, please!” she requested.
“A yummy one?” her daddy asked. “What does that mean?”
“Not too hard,” Molly explained. “Just so it feels nice.”
Andrew’s tone got stern for a moment. “Molly, who gets to decide how hard you get spanked?” he asked.
Molly frowned. “Well, if I’m in trouble…” she began to explain.
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