Page 10 of What the Doctor Ordered

S imon

I glanced at Kiley every so often as I drove us back to my house. She was fighting hard to stay awake, a little wrinkle between her eyebrows. I had the sudden urge to brush my thumb over the small dent to smooth it out, but was somehow able to resist.

Thankfully, we weren’t too far from my house.

By the time we pulled into the driveway though, Kiley’s head was tilted to one side, her head nearly against the passenger side window.

I shifted the car into park and turned it off, but Kiley didn’t lift her head.

I leaned toward her and was surprised to find that she had indeed fallen asleep.

Part of me was relieved that she was comfortable enough to relax as I drove her around, but the previous concern that I had for her increased with a jolt. She must have felt extremely rundown if she was falling asleep in the car of a man she had just met a week earlier.

I couldn’t figure out my intense worry for this girl. She was essentially my employee at this point and again, I barely knew her. Still, something about her brought out the need I had to care for others, the one that led me to pursue a career in medicine in the first place.

I hesitated before reaching out to gently grasp Kiley’s slim shoulder. “Kiley, we’re here.”

She didn’t even stir at my touch or my voice.

I studied her and found that she was breathing deeply and evenly so I pushed my concerns aside and gave her shoulder a firm but gentle shake.

Kiley moaned, causing my cock to jump to attention at the familiar sound.

She shifted and lifted her head, looking around in confusion for a moment before her deep green eyes focused on me.

“Simon?” she asked, her voice soft with momentary confusion.

I chuckled. “Yes, that’s right,” I said teasingly. “Simon Vale, remember?”

Kiley blinked hard and then stiffened, jumping slightly in her seat. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “That was incredibly rude of me. I’ll just call for a ride home.”

I frowned at her and felt my eyes darken sternly. “I don’t think so,” I said. “Right now, we are going to go inside, and I am going to give you an examination to make sure you are well enough to be on your own.”

To my surprise and amusement, Kiley’s eyes narrowed and she gave me a defiant look. “If I don’t want to go inside your house to be examined, then I don’t have to.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

I tried not to let my delight show as I made my expression even more stern.

“Yes, that is correct,” I said calmly. “But you did agree to obey me, and I have just the remedy if you choose to go back on your word.” To make my point clear, I put my palm on her thigh.

I grinned inwardly when I felt her shift through the thin material of her dress.

She stared at me for several seconds, seeming to weigh the options in her mind, no doubt trying to gauge whether I would really spank her again.

A part of me was hoping that she would refuse and that I would get to show her what a spanking in the back seat of my car was like.

My estate was quite large so there was little chance of even my closest neighbor hearing us, even if I left the car door open during Kiley’s chastisement.

A curious sense of regret surprised me when Kiley sighed in clear defeat and unbuckled her seatbelt. No backseat spanking, then.

“A wise choice,” I told her before removing my own belt and getting out of the car so that I could open her door for her.

“This really isn’t necessary,” she said as I led her up to the front door. “I’m really feeling okay. I just need a good night’s sleep.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” I said simply as I opened the front door and gestured for her to enter ahead of me.

I studied her as she crossed through the threshold, disappointment passing through me as I looked at the pretty dress she had chosen for the business dinner.

It was a light purple color and accentuated her smooth curves perfectly, the material clinging to her small but sexy frame.

It was a shame I couldn’t show her off to my colleagues tonight, but her health had to come first.

“Come this way,” I said, putting a hand on the small of her back to guide her down the hallway.

Kiley’s eyes rounded as I opened the door to my home medical office. She stared in wonder, taking in the shelves filled with medical texts and journals and the supplies and tools I had hanging on the wall.

She stared the longest at the exam table that was pushed up against the far wall. I could feel her stiffen against my hand that was still resting on her back. She looked up at me, her green eyes wide.

“Why do you have this?” she asked in dismay.

I had to laugh at the look on her face. She looked completely scandalized.

“You might want to keep your head out of the gutter,” I said, giving her bottom a playful swat.

“Believe it or not, I have used this room for its intended purpose quite a few times. You’d be surprised by how many of my family members and friends prefer to come here versus an actual medical office. ”

Kiley nodded, relaxing slightly. “I can understand that,” she said, but then she looked at me suspiciously. “Are you really trying to get me to believe that you haven’t used this space for kinky stuff?”

I dropped my jaw dramatically. “I warned you to keep your head out of the gutter,” I said.

I grabbed her and gave her a couple more swats to her backside, causing her bottom to jiggle enticingly.

“No, you naughty girl! I have never done kinky stuff in this room. Now, come with me before I decide you need a spanking for being cheeky.”

Those few swats were enough to make Kiley obey. She reached back and rubbed some of the sting out of her backside. If she were actually mine, I would have scolded her for it and reignited the sting but instead, I just led her over to the scale.

“Step on,” I encouraged. “How tall are you?”

“Five foot even,” she said quietly.

I nodded and looked at her weight, frowning when I saw the number there. She was slightly underweight. That didn’t surprise me, but I did make a mental note to make sure she was eating enough throughout the day.

“Okay, sweetheart,” I said, patting her bottom. “Climb up onto the exam table for me. Facedown.”

Kiley gave me a confused look but walked over to the padded table while I went over to the sink to wash my hands.

“What are you going to do?” I heard her ask nervously.

I turned to find her in the position I requested, her pert bottom the highest part of her body.

I snapped on a pair of gloves and grabbed a rectal thermometer from a nearby drawer. “I’m going to take your vitals,” I told her. “Starting with your temperature.”

Kiley was just starting to process my words when I stepped up behind her and started to lift up the hem of her dress.

“Wait!” she cried, her hands shooting back to protect her bottom. “You’re not going to take it rectally, are you?”

“Yes, I am,” I told her in a matter-of-fact tone. “It’s the most accurate way.”

Kiley’s cheek colored immediately, and her hands tightened on the back of her skirt. “I don’t want you to!” she snapped. “I’m sure orally is plenty accurate!”

I set the thermometer down on a nearby table. “Move your hands, Kiley,” I intoned, my voice filled with warning.

Kiley didn’t move though, and so I grabbed both her wrists in one of my hands and hiked the back of her skirt up with the other, causing her cheeks to bounce into view. She was wearing yet another thong, this one purple to match her dress, so it was easy for me to smack her bottom cheeks hard.

“Oww!” Kiley cried out, wiggling against the table, causing the sanitary paper to crinkle beneath her.

“We can go as long as it takes,” I informed her, spanking her hard and steady. “You are my only patient this evening, after all.”

I got about a dozen well-placed smacks onto her full cheeks before she started to whine and beg. “Okay!” she finally said. “I’ll cooperate!”

“I’m glad to hear it,” I said, hoping my smile wasn’t obvious in my voice. I released her wrists and then tugged down her thong, letting it rest at the backs of her knees.

I just admired the view for a moment. Kiley’s bottom was a nice pink and she was clenching her cheeks in anticipation. The light purple fabric of her dress created a perfect frame.

“Alright,” I said stepping up behind her. I snapped on a pair of gloves and picked up the tube of lube and the thermometer.

Kiley flinched when I parted her bottom cheeks. I made her wait a few heartbeats and then dabbed a small amount of lube to her puckered hole.

“It’s cold!” she gasped.

“I know,” I said gently. “You’re doing very well. Here comes the thermometer.”

Kiley inhaled sharply as I inserted the glass tool. I felt my dick grow harder as the tip of it disappeared inside of her. Automatically, she tightened her cheeks around the intrusion. I couldn’t resist giving the thermometer a little twist, causing her to squeak.

I waited a couple of minutes in silence, leaving Kiley to suffer with her embarrassment, before gently pulling the thermometer out. She immediately relaxed, but I frowned when I saw that her temperature was slightly elevated.

“You have a slight fever,” I announced, putting everything away and washing my hands.

“Oh, do I?” Kiley asked, flipping over, but not meeting my eyes as she pulled her panties up.

I had to once again resist the urge to scold her for getting up before I gave her permission, and once again had to remind myself that I didn’t have the authority to do so.

“Yes,” I said. “I’m going to take the rest of your vitals now.”

Hopefully, those numbers all came back fine.

A few minutes later, I was washing my hands again with a frown. Kiley’s blood pressure was a bit high but thankfully still within the safe zone. Still, with a fever and with how pale she was, I wasn’t pleased. She needed to be taken care of.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” I asked, coming to stand in front of her so I could look her in the eye.

Her shoulders sagged and she looked up at me forlornly, as if she was finally giving in. “Not good,” she finally admitted. She dropped her head and her lower lip trembled. “I guess I’ve been a little more stressed than I thought.”

Something in my chest twisted as I looked down at her. She looked so small and vulnerable. I put an arm around her and helped her off the table, then led her out of the office.

“I know,” I said. “Don’t be hard on yourself. Sometimes, we get so busy with life that we forget to take care of ourselves but that’s going to stop now, okay? You’ve made yourself sick and you need to rest.”

Kiley let out a shuddering breath and nodded her head and I marveled at how strong she was for such a tiny thing. She worked full-time and was studying to get her doctorate. It was no wonder she was so stressed. I found that I wanted to help her.

Kiley was so exhausted that she didn’t even protest when I helped her out of her dress and into another one of my t-shirts.

She was so much smaller than me, it reached her knees.

About a half hour later, I had her bundled up on the couch with some hot chicken noodle soup.

A random chick flick was playing on the television, and I settled down next to her before handing her a steaming mug of tea.

Kiley looked over at me and smiled. There was already some color returning to her cheeks.

“Thank you, Simon,” she murmured before settling back into the couch.

I found myself grinning back. “You’re very welcome,” I said.

As I settled onto the couch beside her, I suddenly realized with a start that I had never done this for anyone before.

And I found that I liked it quite a bit.