Her Old-Fashioned Doctor

by Sue Lyndon

  He lowered his head until his nose nearly touched hers. “Ask me to fuck your tight little pussy, Melissa. You’d better say please too, or I might decide to pound into your ass instead to teach you some manners.”

  She shook and a whimper escaped her at his threat. “Oh, please. Please, sir, will you fuck m-my tight li-little pussy?” She trembled and waited. Heat lightning flashed outside, adding an extra air of tension to the moment. If he didn’t think her request was polite enough, she had no doubt he’d decide to teach her a lesson by fucking her ass. The idea of him pounding his cock into her bottom for discipline left her breathless with a curious longing for an act she knew would cause her pain.

  He tightened his grip on her wrists and surged inside her pussy. She gasped at the sudden fullness, all the air leaving her chest in the wake of his entrance. Breathing deep, she tried to recover, only for John to withdraw partially and thrust into her again, a ruthless thrust that stretched her even farther. She wasn’t very experienced, having known no other man than Steven, but she sensed John was much larger than the average man. Pressing her eyes shut, she allowed the sensation of his thickness and length to wash over her, and gradually her body stretched to accommodate his generous size.

  The heat lightning flashed intermittently and the sounds of the night became a backdrop against their panting, moaning, and the slapping of flesh against flesh. Just as she’d suspected, he wasn’t gentle in the least. He fucked her, truly fucked her, and the headboard rocked into the wall with his quick and rough pounding. A ball of tension formed in her lower belly, and she met his thrusts as best she could.

  “I think I’ll keep you here forever, Melissa. I’ll tie you to the bed and keep you as my naughty little fuck toy.” His coarse words entranced her, and she liked the thought of being kept safe in his cabin, and of being used for his pleasure. As tremors rocked through her in waves she pretended she didn’t have any other plans or ambitions beyond this peaceful country town. John made her feel more alive than she’d ever felt before, and she vowed to see her relationship with him through, to see where it might lead. Even if it ended badly, at least she’d walk away from it having tried something new and wonderful for a change. No more submitting to the boring path in life her family and peers expected her to travel. She was her own woman, and now that she’d realized it, no one, not even Steven or her parents, could take her newfound independence away from her.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he thrust into her deeper than before. Each plunge brought her nearer to the stars, nearer to the heaven that awaited her on the other side. Her eyes fluttered shut as spots dotted her vision. But John grasped the side of her face, forcing her to meet his gaze.

  “Look at me when you come, Melissa. I want to see you find your pleasure.”

  She struggled to keep her eyes open, but she managed to stare into his gorgeous dark orbs, thinking that she could spend the rest of her life looking into those eyes. Except that was silly. Who falls in love and starts planning their new future in mere days? She shook the thoughts away and concentrated on his voice, his touch, and the pounding in her pussy. He fucked her mercilessly, with so much force and with such an intense expression that at times she felt as if he was punishing her for some misdeed. Of course this thought only deepened her arousal, and she felt herself gushing moisture around his thick, hard cock.

  An array of colors exploded and she was hopelessly lost, hurled off the cliff and into oblivion as pleasure rolled through her in sharp waves.

  “Good girl.” He offered her praises as she came around his cock, making her heart swell even in the midst of her state of mindless lust.

  She blinked up at him, watching the nuances of his changing expression with fascination. His face twisted and his eyes closed. He rocked into her faster and then his body went rigid. The pulsing of his cock and his seed spilling into her satisfied her in a primal way, though she knew nothing would come of their coupling. She was on the pill, and goddammit they’d just met. She really needed to learn to shut her mind up. No girl settled down and started a life with a man she’d just met after he inspected her in a medical office.

  Or did they?

  Her mind spun, and she was grateful when he collected her into his arms and pressed her to his chest. He rolled her over on top of him and she gladly let the beating of his heart drown out her racing thoughts.

  *

  “Wow, you really are old-fashioned, aren’t you?” Melissa said with a laugh.

  John regarded the ancient rotary phone she was staring at and chuckled. It was attached to the kitchen wall, in the same place it had been hanging since his grandfather built the cabin decades ago. “It’s pretty inconvenient at times, but I have a touchtone phone in my bedroom too. It still works and I can’t bring myself to part with it.”

  She smiled and fingered the cord. “Well, I think it’s charming, actually. I confess I’ve only seen pictures of phones like this.”

  He poured a cup of coffee and pushed it across the counter to her. “Drink up. You’re going to need your energy today if we’re going to cram two days of travel into one.” Yesterday’s plan to drive all over the mountain so Melissa could snap pictures had fallen through due to the rainy weather, but the day hadn’t gone to waste. John had claimed Melissa on almost every surface of his cabin, including the kitchen counter she was leaning over to sip her coffee.

  Luckily the rain had finally cleared up, and the rising sun had burned most of the fog away by the time they crawled into his truck. Melissa sat next to him in a short pink dress, and throughout the drive he kept pushing the hem up to reveal the matching pink panties she wore beneath it. As promised, he’d picked out her underwear the past two mornings, and he planned to continue doing so for however long she stayed.

  He hoped to pick out her panties for a long, long time. Sadness squeezed his heart at the thought of her eventual departure, and he wondered if she meant to keep her promise about not running off. The promise had been extracted under a certain amount of duress, and he worried he’d wake up one morning to find her gone, her room empty and her dented Mercedes missing from his driveway.

  She called out occasionally, asking him to pull over. Each time he did, she flitted out of the truck and ambled up a hill to snap a picture of some landscape he’d seen countless times and thought nothing of. But to her it was new and special, and worthy of sharing with others. She spent extra time photographing the covered bridges, especially the debilitated ones that were no longer traveled. They enjoyed a picnic lunch in a meadow teeming with daisies, and when the sun began to dip behind the mountains they headed back to the cabin. Melissa kept a hand on his thigh during the drive home, squeezing and caressing far too close to his manhood for him to concentrate on the road ahead.

  “Young lady, you’d better stop that or you’re going to cause an accident.”

  She cast him a sideways glance and stifled a giggle. At first her hand remained away from his increasing cock, but it wasn’t long before she dared to squeeze his thigh again, catching his length in her grasp. He felt a groan rising in his throat and gripped the steering wheel. She squeezed him again and he swerved into the other lane briefly before regaining control of the truck.

  “You’re being naughty and you know it, Melissa,” he said sternly. “Consider this your final warning.”

  “Sorry, sir,” she said with mock sincerity. The naughty little girl. She was going to end up over his knee with her bottom bared, if she didn’t watch herself.

  She behaved for the next few miles of curving roads, but as they turned onto the road leading to his cabin, she slid her hand closer to his crotch. A bold, firm squeeze diverted his attention from the road and the truck swerved into the other lane yet again.

  “That’s it, young lady, you are going to get it now.” One more mile and the cabin lights came into sight. “As soon as we get home, you are to go to your bedroom and stand in the corner. You were warned, and you persisted in your naughtiness. You’d b
etter not be laughing. I could have had an accident and we could have both gotten hurt.”

  She withdrew her hand from his thigh and stared at her lap, the smile he’d glimpsed earlier now vanished completely. “I-I’m sorry, John. Sir. I didn’t see any other cars on the road so I thought it would be okay. Please don’t be angry with me.”

  Tires crunched over gravel as he drove up to the cabin. “These roads are winding and it’s pitch dark out, Melissa. Even if there isn’t any traffic, I still need to pay attention. A deer or some other animal could cross our path, or we could end up in a ditch or smashed into a tree. I am disappointed that you didn’t heed my warnings.”

  Her lower lip quivered and she peered at him with large, fearful eyes. “I said I was sorry.”

  “And I promised you a spanking if you were naughty. You misbehaved, Melissa. You made a mistake and we’re going to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

  He parked the truck and shut off the engine. She sat frozen, once again staring at her lap. Tension radiated from her, and she twisted her hands together in front of her, her trademark nervous tick that he still found so damn endearing. Her head shot up and she looked at him with an air of defiance. Her features hardened and her gaze brimmed with insolence.

  “You can’t spank me, John. Not for real punishment.”

  “I’ve spanked you before.”

  “Yes, but only for play. We weren’t really serious. It was fun and deliciously naughty, but you can’t actually discipline me physically for misbehaving.”

  He grasped her chin between his fingers. “You nearly caused me to veer off the road, young lady, even after I warned you to stop. Did you really think such naughtiness would lead to a playful spanking? If so, that’s another reason for me to take you in hand. You can’t brat your way into a playful spanking, at least not by risking your life or mine. I won’t have it.”

  Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she blinked rapidly and swallowed hard. She tore her chin from his grasp and stared at the dark forest ahead. “I didn’t think. I’m sorry. I just wanted to have fun.”

  Placing a hand atop hers, he stilled her nervous movements and waited until she turned his way. She didn’t quite meet his gaze, but she looked in his direction. “Come inside the cabin, Melissa, and we’ll get this over with. You have nothing to fear. You trust me, don’t you?”

  “Of course I trust you.” Her voice broke over the words. She sniffled and dashed a tear away with the back of her hand. “Wh-what will happen after you spank me? Are you going to send me away? I’ll leave now if that’s what you want. Give me five minutes to pack my suitcase.”

  His heart cracked at the raw emotion in her voice, and he ached to soothe her fears. The last thing he wanted was for her to pack her suitcase and take off. He still had a mind to tie her to his bed and keep her as his fuck toy, but he wasn’t about to repeat such crass words while she was feeling so vulnerable. Instead, he didn’t say anything at all. He locked the door when she made to get out and tugged her across the bench seat and into his arms. Tremors racked her body and he rubbed her back, hoping to calm her fears. He breathed in her sweet, feminine scent, and pressed her head against his chest. Petting her hair, he surrounded her with his security, hoping she derived comfort from his embrace. Finally, he found the words to convey the depth of his affection for her.

  “We’ve only known each other for a few days, Melissa. I realize that, but I have never felt such a profound connection with another person before.”

  “But that’s ridiculous. You were married once.” Her tone wasn’t malicious or argumentative, but spoken softly and to the point.

  “I know, and that’s why I’m absolutely astounded by what I feel for you. That’s why I made you promise not to leave.”

  She glanced up at him. “This is crazy.” She fiddled with the buttons on his shirt. “I feel like I knew you in another life, or that perhaps all my life was leading up to the moment I met you, and now that I’m here with you, everything makes sense. Except it doesn’t make sense. None of this is logical. I mean, I let you stick a speculum into my pussy and take my temperature the old-fashioned way for goodness’ sake.”

  “I know you’re a spoiled little rich girl who’s used to the finer things in life,” he said in a teasing tone, “but I think perhaps you might like it here. Permanently. Think about it, Melissa. Think about what it might be like to stay here with me. I’d build you the grandest art studio you’ve ever seen. There are empty buildings on Main Street too, just waiting for some tender loving care. You could open up a studio and breathe life into this tired old town.”

  “I can’t make any promises, but I will promise not to take off without telling you first. I wish I could promise more, but I-I’m scared, John. The last man I opened my heart up to stomped all over it. But I do like you. A lot.” She ran a hand through his hair and brought her lips to his, and he cupped her face and took command of the kiss, never wishing to release her.

  She tasted like the peppermint iced tea they’d had during their picnic lunch, and he pressed his tongue into her mouth, gliding it against hers as his need for her mounted higher and higher. She moaned and he almost forgot about her punishment. Almost.

  John reluctantly withdrew from her lips and held her out by her shoulders, giving her a solemn look. “I care about you a lot, Melissa, and that’s why I’m still going to punish you. I won’t tolerate bad behavior, and I don’t think you’d respect me very much if I did.”

  “Will it always be like this when we’re together? I mean, you’ll spank me if…” Her words trailed off and she bit her lip.

  “I have always been the dominant partner in all my relationships, Melissa. Yes, I believe in spanking naughty female bottoms. But I’ll never spank you in anger. You have nothing to be afraid of. Any discipline you receive at my hand will be administered with love, little girl, you have my promise on that.”

  “But it’s going to hurt. Like for real?” She resumed fidgeting with her hands, and he decided now was as good a time as any to lift her out of the truck. He placed her on her feet and shut the door before guiding her into the house.

  “Yes, Melissa, it is going to hurt. But from that discomfort and embarrassment, you will learn a valuable lesson.” He patted her bottom. “Go straight to the corner. Don’t keep me waiting.”

  Chapter Seven

  This was crazy. How could she just stand here in the corner, waiting for a punishment like a naughty little girl? She was a grown woman. Chancing a glimpse over her shoulder, she found the room empty. Where had he gone? She considered tromping out of the bedroom and informing John that under no circumstances would she submit to his discipline, but somehow she wasn’t able to force her legs to budge.

  Despite all her misgivings, deep down she wanted to experience a real spanking, a real punishment that brought her to tears and made her very repentant over her actions. Though she’d trembled and blushed with shame, she’d enjoyed her playful spankings as well as the medical examination. The idea of a real punishment had excited her then, and now that she was faced with true consequences she wanted to be brave and accept those consequences, wanted to submit to whatever chastisement John deemed fit.

  Her face heated with remorse. She’d been foolish during the drive home and almost caused an accident, not once or twice, but three times. He’d warned her, yet she’d persisted with her bad behavior. Tears burned in her eyes and she blinked hard to prevent them from escaping down her cheeks. She didn’t wish for John to discover her crying. She had no doubt she’d cry plenty later, while his hand cracked firmly across her bare bottom.

  She stared at the converging walls and waited, listening for the sound of his footsteps. Her mind raced a mile a minute. She was supposed to be standing here thinking about her behavior, but her thoughts kept drifting to John’s confession in the car. The tremor in his normally confident tone had revealed the depth of his feelings, and the truth behind his words. He wasn’t just feeding her lines to get into her pa
nts, as she now felt Steven had done all those years ago. John had bared his soul to her in hopes that she’d stick around and see where their relationship headed. A warm regard for him spread through her, and for a moment she forgot about her impending spanking.

  Footsteps in the hallway quickly brought her back to the present. She tensed and stood straighter, her bottom tingling as her anticipation grew. She pressed her thighs together and gasped to realize she’d grown moist. Confusion bounded within her. How was that possible? This was a real punishment, not a play spanking. She shifted around on her feet and her face heated. What would John think if he discovered her arousal at a time like this? She gulped in air, sensing his presence behind her, and hoped she didn’t make a fool of herself. He’d made her cry a little during her previous spankings, but not the heartfelt tears she felt like weeping right now.

  “Naughty little girls belong in the corner, don’t they?” His rumbling, deep voice increased her excitement, and she clenched her bottom as she pressed her thighs even closer together. This was bad, very bad. As observant as he normally was, he’d discover her shameful condition soon. “All right, Melissa, turn around and look at me.”

  Heart thudding, she did as he asked. Her lip trembled and a lone tear rolled down her cheek as their eyes met. She brushed it away and lowered her head, beyond remorseful for her behavior. She’d gone beyond bratting and into dangerous territory. Maybe if she’d grabbed his crotch once on a straight open road during the daylight hours it wouldn’t be such a big deal, but she’d endangered both their lives and hadn’t used a lick of common sense. Another tear trickled down her face, but John caught it before she had the chance, and the tender look in his eyes as he rubbed it away nearly brought her to her knees.

  How had they only known each other for a few days? She must have known him before. Maybe she’d known him her whole life and her memory had recently been wiped, and now she’d met him again. It was a romantic notion, and she knew it was silly. She had to come to terms with her new circumstances in life and she couldn’t hide out at John’s cabin forever. The house she’d shared with Steven needed to be sold, she needed to retrieve her belongings and officially move out, and her parents would eventually start persisting she return to civilization. How could she stay here and make it work?