Her Old-Fashioned Doctor

by Sue Lyndon

  “Making a mess already, Melissa?” He patted her thigh. “Spread your legs, young lady, and arch your backside into the air. I need a good view of your bottom hole.”

  The new position not only opened her ass up to his aim, but put her pussy on display as well. Cool air whispered across her entire nether region, and she buried her face in the bed, unable to reconcile what was happening. If only she’d remained still. Her pussy ached and her clit pulsed, demanding attention. Except he wasn’t about to stroke her clit or caress her pussy. At least not until after she’d learned her lesson.

  Something pressed against her bottom hole, and though she wished to keep her face hidden and preserve a measure of dignity, curiosity had her peering over her shoulder. Her body tensed and she almost fell over on the mattress.

  He meant to strike her tender opening with the slim handle of the spoon.

  “This is what happens to girls who misbehave during their inspections.” He swatted her backside hole.

  The sting brought tears to her eyes, and she turned around and reburied her face in the covers, crying out as the implement landed again. She counted ten strikes in all, firm hits that zapped her with a shock of immense pain in her most private of places. Afterward he placed the spoon down and rubbed her back, but the comfort was short-lived, because he soon reached for the smallest butt plug.

  More lube was applied to her now extremely sore bottom hole, and she groaned as he slipped a finger inside, coating her with the moisture that would prepare her for the entrance of the intimidating metal plug.

  “It’ll go easier if you relax, Melissa.” His gentle tone coaxed her to do just that, and the tip of the plug entered her with more ease than she’d imagined.

  Whimpering, she closed her eyes and gave herself over to John’s masterful attention as the thickest part of the object was pushed into her bottom. If she focused on pleasing him, it didn’t hurt so much. The sting faded in the wake of her pleasure, and she beamed inwardly with pride knowing John was happy she’d accepted the plug into her ass.

  “Good girl,” he said, giving her bottom a quick rub. “You’re going to keep the plug in for the remainder of your examination, Melissa. I want you nice and stretched for afterward when I finally fuck that bottom hole of yours.”

  She jolted in place, and the prospect of having his cock in her most private hole sent a wave of submission through her. She wanted him to pound into her bottom with the same ferocity as when he fucked her pussy. She wanted to feel truly claimed by him once and for all.

  He guided her onto her back and applied a generous amount of lube to her already wet pussy, then reached for the speculum. Unlike the clear, disposable one he’d used on her previously, this was a larger metal device, the same silver color as the plug in her backside.

  “Lift your legs up and hold them in place.”

  Biting her lip, she eyed the speculum for a long moment before complying. As she held her legs up, he inserted the object into her pussy, working it in slowly and pausing occasionally to brush a finger across her pulsing clit. Each time he stroked her nub, even with the lightest touch, she gyrated her hips in a shameful fashion. He responded with a firm scolding and an even firmer slap to her thighs each time she jerked her center upward.

  “Your pussy lips plump up beautifully when you’re aroused, darlin’. I can hardly look away. And the speculum spreads you nicely. I can see all of your pretty pink parts, all your little folds. You’re wet everywhere, little girl, and your clit is red and engorged.” He flicked her nub and then pinched it before applying pressure and circling her pleasure spot. With the plug in her backside, the device stretched her and increased her awareness of the objects in both her holes. Finally, after bringing her close to orgasm several times but not allowing her to come, he removed the speculum from her pussy. Its sudden absence left behind a phantom ache.

  “You did great, Melissa.” He sat the speculum aside and wiped her off with a towel.

  A passion induced fever set her ablaze for John, and sweat trickled down her temple. She tried to sit up on the bed but her limbs failed her. She reached out, needing him close, and she sighed with pleasure when he covered her body with his and trailed kisses over her collarbone. He captured her nipples, first one and then the other, suckling her stiff peaks and drawing the buds between his teeth. She ran her hands through his hair and rocked her center into his, wishing he’d remove his tuxedo.

  As if reading her thoughts, he stood up and began stripping off his attire, throwing it on the floor without a care. The animalistic gleam in his eyes as he undressed both thrilled and frightened her, but it was the type of fear she’d come to enjoy in John’s presence. He put her on edge and shamed her with his embarrassing inspections and sharp commands, but deep down she craved it as she craved his love and understanding.

  “Get back on your hands and knees.” He grabbed his hard cock and crawled onto the bed. “Now, Melissa.”

  She nodded. “Yes, sir.” On trembling hands, she turned over and held herself up. Her knees wobbled, but he took a minute to stroke her hair, and his tenderness relaxed her enough for the plug to be easily pulled from her ass. She groaned as the fullness left her, and gasped seconds later when something even larger pressed against her exposed asshole.

  “We will be husband and wife soon, Melissa, and you will belong to me. All of you. Even this tight hole, and I plan to fuck you here often to remind you of that fact, little girl.” He inched inside her, pausing when she cried out, but continuing on once she managed to relax and accept his entrance.

  A surge of pleasure tightened her pussy, and when he began driving in and out of her ass, those surges came faster and to the tune of his thrusts. He gripped her hips and his rhythm quickened until he was truly pounding into her, truly fucking her as he’d promised. The remaining pain receded and she welcomed each harsh plunge. His balls slapped against her pussy, not quite reaching her clit.

  John reached around and swirled her moisture overtop her sensitive nub of flesh, and her head fell to the side as relief filled her. She moaned and let the sensations running through her body take her under, and she came hard against his fingers while his cock pumped into her. It didn’t take long for him to follow her into bliss. He grasped her hips in a bruising grip as his seed shot into her ass.

  He collapsed beside her and pulled her into his arms. He brushed her hair from her face and kissed her forehead. A wicked smile revealed the dimple on his left cheek that she loved so much. “We have the house for the whole weekend, by the way, before we head back to my cabin. Our cabin. It’s your home now too, Melissa. I can’t wait to make you my wife, and I know we’ll be together for the rest of our lives.”

  She sighed in contentment and played with the hair covering his muscled chest. An entire weekend of naughty fun appealed to her, but even better—the chance to make up for lost time. She snuggled into the crook of his arm and smiled. “For the rest of our lives.”

  Epilogue

  John watched Melissa run across the backyard with an armful of flowers. She rushed into the large white canopy and dumped them on one of the tables. Their wedding would take place early in the evening, and she was busy directing the setup of everything, even though she’d hired one of the most renowned wedding planners from New York City to plan and execute the entire event. John frowned when Melissa paused and rubbed her lower back, a strained look crossing her face. She was overdoing it, and he wasn’t about to allow her to overexert herself today, especially in her condition.

  “Melissa!” he called out from the porch. From across the expanse of tables, chairs being set up around a makeshift aisle, decorations, and workers rushing to and fro, their eyes met. He jogged down the porch steps and motioned for her to join him. With a regretful glance around, she abandoned the flowers and met him halfway.

  “What is it?” she asked. “You were supposed to stay away from me today. Isn’t it bad luck to see me before the wedding? I thought you’d be in town for most of the
day. My mother will have a fit if she sees you here so early.”

  He drew her close and pressed a firm kiss to her lips, silencing any further protest. Pulling back, he placed a hand on her swollen stomach and gave her a stern look. “I was in town, but then I realized my wife-to-be was probably exhausting herself needlessly instead of resting up for her wedding night.”

  Her face reddened and she ducked her head, looking adorably shy even though she was no blushing virgin. “I’m sorry. I know I’ve been a bit of a control freak lately, but I just want our wedding to be perfect.”

  “It will be perfect, darlin’.” He guided her up the steps and into the house. “Now, I have faith in the wedding planner and all those workers she brought along to get the job done properly. Your mother is flitting around outside bossing everyone around too. I just overheard her telling someone to string lights up on the woodshed.”

  Melissa giggled. “Oh dear. I hope there aren’t any switches left inside. Or…” She paled and regarded him with wide eyes. “Oh God, the birch rod!”

  John grasped her hand and led her to their bedroom. He pushed her inside and locked the door behind them, giving her a roguish look. “Don’t worry. I cleared away all evidence of your naughtiness, even the birch rod.”

  She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. “Good. I hope they found their way to the burn pile.”

  He chuckled and pulled her against him, reaching around to cup her bottom. In a few short hours she would become his wife. Finally. He’d tried to marry her the very day they discovered she was expecting, but she’d insisted on waiting a few months because she didn’t want to rush it.

  Although she had never missed a day taking her birth control pill, she’d had strep throat and had just finished up a round of antibiotics the week before he proposed marriage, and those antibiotics had impacted the effectiveness of her birth control. Their repeated coupling at the lake house in New York had no doubt been the time of conception, and even though they hadn’t planned on starting a family so soon, he relished the memory of that weekend and wouldn’t have it any other way. He loved her, and he couldn’t wait to take care of Melissa and their daughter.

  “You need a nap,” John said matter-of-factly. “At least two hours.”

  “But—”

  “No arguments. Get your naughty bottom in bed.” He drew the covers back and patted the pillow, giving her an expectant look.

  Her pout deepened, and she gave a small stomp of her foot, but she still complied with his order and climbed into the bed. “I won’t be able to fall asleep. I’m too excited.” She peered up at him with a frown.

  He chuckled at her continued protests and sat on the edge of the bed, sneaking his hand under the covers. He caressed her thighs for a second before reaching up her dress and slipping inside her panties. “Perhaps you need a little something to calm you down.”

  A smile played across her lips and her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Perhaps.” She opened her legs and settled back on the pillow.

  “That’s my girl.” Swirling two fingers through her core, he spread the moisture over her clit and moved in slow circles, applying a hint of pressure.

  “Mmm. Feels good.” She closed her eyes and lifted her hips to his touch.

  “Now, Melissa,” he said sternly, “you are only allowed to come under one condition.”

  Her eyes shot open and she stared at him, her frown back in place. “What condition is that?”

  “You must promise to remain in this bed and rest for at least two hours, even if you don’t manage to fall asleep.”

  She glared at him. “You play dirty.”

  All through their negotiations, he kept tormenting her clit and making it swell beneath his caressing fingers. She remained quiet for a while and tried to resist his ministrations, but she was soon whimpering and lifting her hips to meet his hand again.

  “Oh fine. You win. Please, I need to come, John.”

  “I want to hear you ask me politely, Melissa, and then promise to be a good girl and stay in bed.”

  Her chest rose and fell quickly and her head thrashed around. She gripped the covers and cried out when he withdrew his fingers from her pussy. “Okay! Okay! You win again.”

  “Say it.”

  “Please, sir, will you please let me come? I promise if you let me come I’ll be a good girl and stay in bed for—Oh God!—for the next two hours.”

  Satisfied with her acquiescence, he resumed the pressure on her clit and swirled her increasing moisture over the swollen bud. It wasn’t long before she came apart at his hands, grinding against him as she moaned her release. She turned on the pillow and yawned after giving the last jerk of her hips, and John couldn’t restrain a chuckle. It never took her long to fall asleep after an orgasm, and he pulled the covers up to her neck and kissed her forehead, hoping she stayed in bed well past the mandatory two hours.

  “Thank you, John.” She peered up at him with a smile.

  “Sleep tight.” He kissed her again and his chest tightened with emotion. The next time he saw her she’d be walking down the aisle.

  “I love you,” she murmured, already half gone.

  “I love you too, darlin’.”

  The End

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