by Sue Lyndon
He pushed back from the table and pierced her with a heated gaze. Her stomach performed a series of rapid flips.
“Why don’t you go take a long, relaxing bath, while I clean up the kitchen? We can leave for my office in an hour or so. No rush though, take your time, Melissa.”
Anticipation skittered through her. She stood at the same time as John, and when she made to exit the kitchen, he grabbed her and swatted her tender bottom playfully.
“Ouch! Owie!” She covered her butt and gave him her best pout.
After a quick kiss he released her, and she felt his stare on her the whole way out of the kitchen. She hurried to her room and stripped off her clothes, then started the bath and added bubbles. She shook her head. He’d told her to take a long, relaxing bath, but every nerve ending in her body danced with excitement, and her pussy throbbed with unfulfilled desire. He’d gotten her worked up with the scolding and the spanking, and now everything below her waist ached for his touch. Perhaps after, or during, the examination he’d permit her a release. A delightful shudder vibrated through her at the prospect.
She sank into the warm water and sighed, then fisted her hands at her sides. She didn’t wish to steal an orgasm in the bath tub while he cleaned the kitchen. No, she wanted him to stroke her to a release. Dammit. She sat up and the water swished around her, her breasts bopping above the layer of bubbles. Her gaze lowered to her stiff, peaking nipples. Maybe she should have taken a cold shower instead.
*
John turned on the lights to his small office and escorted a nervous Melissa inside. He locked the door and turned to face her. “I’ll take you to a room in the back and then I’ll need a few minutes to prepare for your examination. Remember, I expect your cooperation.” He trailed a finger down her cheek. “This is for your own good, but I can make it pleasurable for you as well. But before I take you to the room, we have some necessary business to attend to.”
Guiding her past the reception area and down the hallway with a hand pressed firmly to her back, he brought her to a bathroom and instructed her to pee in a cup. She flushed and looked at the plastic cup with trepidation. “Do I really have to?”
“Yes. You can leave the cup on the shelf beside the toilet when you’re finished. Don’t be embarrassed, Melissa. This is the most necessary part of your exam, I’m afraid.”
He waited outside for her to emerge. Finally, he heard the toilet flush and the sink running. When she walked into the hallway she refused to meet his eyes.
“Well?” he asked. “Did you do it?”
“Yes, sir.” Her tone was grudging.
“Good girl. Now, follow me.” He took her to a room at the end of the narrow hallway, flicked the lights on, and nodded at the paper covered examination table.
“Do I, um, need to take anything off?” Her voice trembled.
The swell of her breasts in her formfitting dress enticed him, and his gaze swept over her as he considered her question. He stood taller and pinned her with an authoritative look. “Remove your dress, and your panties too.” He’d taken great pleasure in picking out her panties after her bath, but now he couldn’t wait for her to take them off. “I want to find you sitting on that table, completely nude, when I return in a few minutes.”
“Y-yes, sir,” she stammered, keeping her gaze low. Her hands trembled at her sides, and she clasped them in front of her and started twisting them together again, as she’d done at his house earlier. He found her nervous habit endearing.
“I’ll be back soon.”
His first order of business was to check her urine sample with a rapid test strip. The ten minutes of waiting was agony, but he decided to wait until he had the results before returning to her. Fortunately the test was negative. Her bastard ex-fiancé hadn’t given her any diseases. Thank God. After donning his white doctor’s coat, he gathered up a clear plastic speculum, a large bottle of lube, and a rectal thermometer. He returned to her room, eager to share the good news about her test results, and also eager to learn if she’d obeyed his orders.
Wide eyes greeted him when he opened the door. She appeared startled by his entrance, and her hands flew up to cover her bare breasts. One stern glance from him encouraged her to place her hands back on the table. The paper crinkled as she squirmed. He stared at her, smitten with her delicate beauty and sudden bashfulness. She’d all but begged him to stroke her pussy during her spanking as she’d grinded over his lap, completely wanton and desperate to be touched. Judging by her rapid breaths, flushed face, and hard, jutting nipples as she fidgeted on the table, she remained deep in her distress.
He sat the lubrication, thermometer, and speculum down on a tray and approached his naughty little patient. Stroking her hair from her face, he watched as she shivered and grinned darkly when her breath caught.
“Look at me, Melissa.”
Those nervous blue eyes met with his, and he was lost in her gaze for a moment, unable to speak as the rest of the world faded. There was something about her that beckoned him to claim her, to mark her in some primal way and carry her back to his cabin to keep forever. No woman had ever roused such intense feelings of protectiveness within him. The strong emotions jarred him and caused his throat to burn.
“I am very proud of you for obeying my instructions.” He gazed down at her nakedness as he spoke.
“Thank you, sir.”
“I have good news. I performed a rapid test for STIs on your urine sample and it came back negative. You’re perfectly fine and healthy, Melissa. You can relax.”
A look of relief chased away her tension. “Thank you.” Her expression turned questioning. “Then why am I sitting here naked? Do you really need to do anything else?” Her eyes darted to the objects he’d placed on the tray. Surely she understood their purpose, and the paper crinkled beneath her under her renewed squirms.
He tipped her chin up. “You’re naked because it pleases me to look at you.”
She whimpered and closed her eyes, tilting her head into his hand as he stroked her hair.
“I wouldn’t be a very good doctor if I didn’t give you a thorough examination while you’re here, Melissa, and as I said earlier I expect your cooperation. Tell me what happens if you’re naughty?”
“I-I get a spanking.”
“That’s correct. A hard spanking on your bare bottom. Now, part your legs, please.”
Under his close supervision, she stayed upright as she spread her legs. He made a show of snapping on a pair of blue latex gloves he pulled from his doctor’s coat, and she watched his every movement with wide, anxious eyes. She gulped and looked down, drawing in a deep breath that she exhaled with shudder.
“I see a wet spot on the paper covering between your thighs, Melissa.” He caressed the top of her leg and pointedly glared at the damp spot. “That’s very naughty of you to make a mess like that.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
He delved one hand between her thighs and traced the moisture coating her pussy lips. Slowly, he probed her with one finger, discovering the vast wetness within.
“Very, very naughty,” he amended.
She peered up at him with an adorable, repentant look. God, she was a perfect mixture of innocence and curiosity. And he had so much to teach her.
“Turn on the table this way.” He guided her to dangle her legs at the end of the exam table. He pulled out the stirrups that had been hidden away. “Scoot your bottom to the very edge of the table and place your feet in the stirrups, Melissa.”
She bit her lip and gulped hard before moving to comply, placing her feet in the stirrups one at a time while clutching the side of the table. Her nipples seemed to tighten, and goose bumps covered her arms and legs. John turned the heat up in the room and returned to run a hand down the flat of her stomach while she gawked up at him. Her body trembled and her chest heaved up and down with each shaky breath.
“Are you nervous?”
“Yes, sir. A little.”
His hands moved up
to cup her full, soft breasts. “We’ll begin slowly, Melissa, starting with a breast examination.”
She nodded and a short groan issued from her lips as he worked his way around her right breast first, kneading his fingers around in circles, starting from her nipple and circling outward until the task was complete. Taking his time, he paid the same attention to her left breast. Occasionally she arched into his touch, then flattened her body on the table and blushed, as if shamed over her lustful reaction to his examination. He chuckled over her reaction and she closed her eyes tight. A long, keening whimper built in her throat, a lovely sound that spurred his arousal for her to burn white hot. And they were just getting started.
“Everything feels normal, Melissa. So far so good. I’ll examine your pussy next, and we’ll complete the exam with a thorough inspection of your bottom hole.”
Her eyes bulged when he said bottom hole and she paled slightly. “But why there? I thought you were just going to look at my… pussy?”
“Are you being uncooperative, young lady? Because your tone is a tad too impertinent for my liking.”
“I’m not being impertinent,” she said sullenly. A scowl flitted across her face for the briefest moment, but he caught it, and he certainly wasn’t going to tolerate that kind of behavior.
“That’s it,” he said. “Legs in the air, little girl. You are getting your bottom warmed for your sassy tone.”
When she stared at him in shock and didn’t move, he removed her feet from the stirrups and gathered her ankles in one hand, high in the air. Her slick pussy lips were on display and stretched to reveal the sweetness within, and the pucker of her bottom hole peeked through her cheeks like a temptation waiting to be plucked and tormented. He started spanking her in earnest, swatting her butt with his gloved hand. The faint redness from her earlier spanking soon turned to crimson as he chastised her with firm, quick smacks.
“This is what happens to disobedient girls, Melissa. They get their bottoms spanked soundly.”
She grimaced and whimpered with each blow. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the side of the table, and the paper crinkled under her continued struggles. But she wasn’t going anywhere. His cock hardened further, his desire spiraling up and up as the moisture coating her pussy glistened brighter. He detected her feminine essence then, a sweet and pungent womanly aroma that propelled his heart to pump faster and his nostrils to flare.
“Ouch! I’m sorry!”
“Are you going to be a good girl for the remainder of your inspection, Melissa?” A sharp smack punctuated each word.
“Yes, I’ll be good! Sir!”
He landed two more spanks and proceeded to rub her backside, the heat in his loins flaring at the smooth, warmed flesh beneath his hand. “Feet back in the stirrups.”
In a docile manner, she did as he asked, no longer fussing about his plans to inspect her bottom hole. Her hair was spread around her head on the table like a silky crown, and he imagined tangling a hand through those locks and tugging, perhaps as she rested on her hands and knees waiting to be ridden hard from behind.
The tearing of the packet containing the clear, disposable speculum drew her eyes his way. A pleading look crossed her face, but she kept her legs spread open and her feet in the stirrups. He moved to her glimmering, pink center and dragged two fingers through her immense moisture, then brought his hand up in the air.
“You are so wet, my dear, I don’t think we’ll need the lube for your vaginal exam.” His gaze turned dark. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Melissa?”
“No, sir. Never.”
“Have you ever had anything in your bottom hole before? A finger? A plug?”
Her hair flounced around as she shook her head. “No, sir. No one’s ever touched me there.”
It pleased him greatly that no one had ever touched her little puckering hole before. Dark excitement skittered through him knowing he’d be the first to introduce her to such naughtiness. “Ah, an anal virgin. I suppose that’s why your legs are trembling so, Melissa.”
She flushed and her eyes swooped around the room once before returning to his gaze.
He swirled his fingers through her increasing moisture and pushed into her pussy entrance. She was so tight and hot. Minutes passed while he teased her with shallow thrusts interspersed with an occasional deep plunge intended to make her squirm and gasp. Her head thrashed from side to side and she arched her center up to meet his hand. “Since we’re not using lubrication for your vaginal exam, I need to make sure you’re nice and wet to accept the speculum into this tight pink pussy of yours.”
Once she was adequately prepared, with her smooth folds glistening atop her pink flesh, he rolled a stool under his body and sat down. He was eye level with her slick womanly center, and her intoxicating scent threatened to drive him wild. The urge to unzip his pants and surge into her tightness was overpowering. He breathed deep and blinked hard, tying to concentrate on the task at hand. Perhaps later he’d fuck her long and hard while she writhed beneath him.
“Everything looks normal, Melissa, and your pussy is responsive to the lightest touch. That’s why you’re dripping wet right now, you naughty girl.”
Chapter Five
Melissa ached all over, a pleasurable ache that threatened to become torturous the longer he resisted touching her clit. He’d stroked her pussy everywhere except for that pulsing button, and she felt she’d go mad and start begging if he didn’t touch her there soon. Her nipples had grown so tight they burned, as if they too were calling out and pleading to be caressed.
“Keep yourself spread like a good girl, Melissa. I’m going to insert the speculum now.”
Oh God. She pressed her eyes shut and waited for the intrusion, her mouth falling open with a silent gasp. She felt pressure, and then he began working the instrument into her opening. It stretched her, but not unbearably. She shivered with desire as little quakes of pleasure rolled through her.
“There.” John sounded deeply satisfied, and she dared a glance at his face to see his assessing gaze focused on her private parts.
She flushed all over and a shudder ran up her legs. Spasms tightened her core and the aching in her pussy deepened.
“Everything still looks fine, Melissa. You’re doing great. Now tell me, what kind of birth control do you use?”
“I’m on the pill.”
“Do you remember to take it every day?”
“Of course. I never forget.”
He scooted closer to her and rose an eyebrow. “Your clit is very swollen.” He tapped her nubbin and she released an echoing moan.
“Oh please,” she begged. Touch me again.
“It’s dark pink and engorged,” he said, tapping it again.
She jerked her hips up, needing more. “Please, John. Sir. Please.”
He chuckled, but his visage was dark, and she knew he was enjoying his torment of her. She almost sobbed in relief when he touched her clit and began circling it with the perfect amount of pressure. Stars gathered in her vision against a backdrop of darkness that seemed to be swallowing her. A falling sensation grasped her and she gyrated into his hand, so close and so desperate to be hurled into the abyss of her release. He withdrew his hand and stared at her, and a tear escaped her eye.
“Oh please,” she whispered, not too proud to beg again.
“Please what?” he asked. “I want to hear you say it, Melissa. Ask for what you crave.”
Shame heated her face, and she took a deep breath to calm herself. It didn’t work. She was still on edge, still craving an orgasm with a need that had her lip quivering. “Please, sir, may I please come?”
“I want to hear you say, ‘Sir, will you please stroke my clit until I come?’”
She whimpered in frustration. He wasn’t going to make this easy for her. He was a brute, but his ungentlemanly behavior inspired her lust and left her feeling completely wanton. She was on fire for him and all the naughtiness he intended to inflict upon her as she r
emained spread before him, her most intimate places on display.
“Say it. Ask me to stroke your clit.”
“Sir, wi-will you pl-please stroke my clit until I co-come?” She stuttered out the words.
She felt his hot breath fanning against her pussy when he spoke next, and the gentle caress of his voice rumbling near her nether parts left her moaning softly. Then he touched her, and the star encrusted blackness returned, and this time the stars were brighter than ever. She was thrown off the precipice and into an intense wave of ecstasy that shattered her into a million fragments. Screams reached her ears, yet they sounded far away, and it took her a while to realize the noise was coming from her throat. She rode the smaller waves that proceeded the first one, until her pleasure finally dissipated.
Gasping, she tried to sit up, but John pushed her down and instructed her to remain still. A second later, he withdrew the speculum from her pussy, and a towel was pressed to her wet center. Through her blissful haze, she peered up at him and smiled. He returned her smile and tossed the towel aside.
“Are you all right, Melissa?”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice sounded sleepy to her ears, and she suddenly realized she was exhausted. If she were curled up in a bed right now, she could have easily rolled over and gone to sleep. Of course she knew John had other plans for her tonight, plans that involved anything and everything but sleep.
He lifted her feet out of the stirrups and helped her sit up. An instance of dizziness had her grasping onto him for support, and he wrapped an arm around her and stood at her side, stroking her back and resting his other hand on her thigh. His tenderness split her in half, broke her and built her up in the passing moments. It was as if her heart was undergoing a metamorphosis, and from her vulnerable and self-conscious ruins emerged a stronger, more insightful version of herself. For the first time in her life, she’d been brave enough to take a risk and explore a side of herself she’d kept hidden and repressed. She flew free and wild in his arms, and her soul danced with joy when she peered up into his arresting dark brown eyes.