Page 22 of What the Doctor Ordered

Without a word, he turned on his heel and walked over to the sink to wash his hands again with an eerie calm.

I dared not move from my compromised position on the exam table even though my lower back was starting to ache a bit. I almost preferred Simon’s sharp voice scolding me compared to this sudden silence that filled me with a terrifying anticipation.

That anxiety only doubled when I Simon started to rustle around in the cabinets, his movements as sure and intentional as always. I nearly stopped breathing when he turned around holding a thick rubber bag and a long clear hose.

“Simon,” I squeaked, frozen with fear now. “Don’t-”

He crossed the space between us in three easy strides and shifted the items to one hand so he could use the other to slap my cheeks sharply, ten straight times. I cried out with each one.

I flinched when he raised his palm touched me again but relaxed when he caressed me gently, almost petting my hot skin.

“We’re going to wash the naughtiness right out of you,” he announced, stroking rhythmically now. “I would never hurt you, Kiley. You understand that, don’t you?”

Despite what Simon was planning on doing to me, I found myself relaxing further. I swallowed before nodding reluctantly.

His eyes crinkled warmly as he smiled affectionately down at me, causing my heart to flutter. His expression was stern just a couple seconds later, though. “Say it, then.”

I bit my lip, “Yes, Dr. Vale,” I murmured. “I trust you. I know you would never hurt me.”

He nodded once, his hand leaving my bottom. “Then, let’s get that naughty bottom washed out.”

I groaned quietly as he turned to prepare, filling the large rubber bag with soapy water. The sound of the faucet running had me shivering as I realized all the liquid was soon going to be inside of me.

My breathing quickened when Simon reached above me to hook the bag onto a metal pole. He gripped the nozzle of the hose, lubricating it with some kind of clear oil. The smell of it made my stomach churn.

I completely stopped breathing when I felt the rubber tip touch my anus. I flinched automatically.

Simon reached over me to stroke my hair. “Breathe and relax,” he ordered softly.

I obeyed with difficulty and as soon as I was able to breathe evenly and unclench, Simon slipped the nozzle inside. I hissed with discomfort but he just hushed me, twisting the end inside of me a bit to make sure it was fully seated.

“You’ve got quite the naughty mouth,” Simon intoned as he reached above me for the bag. He smirked when I jumped as the water started to flow into me. “And this is exactly what I do to cleanse mouthy little girls.”

I had to admit that the sensation wasn’t a painful one. It was uncomfortable but the water was warm as it dripped into me. I was embarrassed more than anything, knowing what I must look like with the white hose sticking out of my pink ass cheeks.

I was mortified but I found I was equally aroused.

Simon stroked my cheeks as the liquid continued to enter me, further stimulating me. “Soon, you’ll be my obedient little patient again,” he cooed.

His words warmed me, but I started to wiggle as I started to fill up. “Simon,” I panted. “I’m getting full. How much more?”

I was rewarded with two harsh slaps to my upper thighs.

“Dr, Vale!” I quickly corrected myself.

Simon reached over to check the bag. “You’re almost done,” he said, easily reading my distress. “But if I ever have to do this for punishment, you’ll be getting double.”

I whined at that, unable to imagine having to take more than I just had. I panicked a bit when Simon started to tug at the nozzle, easing it out of me. I squeezed my cheeks together, terrified of losing a drop. That would be more than mortifying.

“Good girl,” Simon rumbled before gently helping me into a sitting position. “Let’s get you to the restroom, naughty thing.”

I bit my lip, every little movement feeling precarious as I waddled embarrassingly to the attached restroom. Simon patted my clenched bottom before leaving me to do my business.

My face was probably as bright as my bottom when I stepped out minutes later, feeling shy.

I looked up at Simon with wide eyes, a grimace of trepidation overtaking my face, when I realized he was standing over me with a pink rubber butt plug in one gloved hand while the other continued to play with my bottom hole.

He grinned when he met my gaze. “This is a fairly small plug,” he said. “Much smaller than what we are going to work you up to. Now, get back over the table please.”

I opened my mouth to argue, shocked that he wanted to plug me after my bottom hole was already sore from the enema. I shut my mouth as soon as he raised an eyebrow at me, lowering my head before mincing my way over to the table.

“A wise choice,” Simon commended, patting my bottom as he helped me up onto the table.

I was grimacing as I lay back and Simon guided my knees back up toward my chest.

“Relax those cheeks of yours.”

I whined but did my best to do as he asked, relaxing my butt muscles as he parted them further with his fingers. I was panting when I felt the plug at my back entrance, keening as he pushed it into me.

I wiggled when it was fully seated, scrunching my face up as I tried to get used to the odd fullness, growing wetter as I imagined Simon’s cock replacing it.

I nearly purred when the fingers of his other hand delved into my pussy, releasing the moisture there.

He chuckled darkly and allowed himself a devious smile.

“I suppose we’ll have to find a remedy for this as well,” he said, almost chidingly. “Luckily for you, I have just the thing.”

Simon snapped off his gloves, tossing them into a nearby bin before he started to undo the button and zipper of his black slacks.

My mouth went dry when his thick cock sprang free.

Still maintaining the position he’d put me in, holding my knees tightly to my chest, I was already close to coming when he lined himself up at my needy entrance.

He grabbed my bottom cheeks roughly in his hands and pulled me down over his length in one fluid motion.

I moaned as Simon started to thrust slowly in and out of me, the sensation immediately overwhelming with both my bottom and pussy so full.

“You’re so tight with the plug in,” Simon nearly growled, burying himself even deeper inside of me. “Naughty thing, trying to push me over the edge so quickly. What I should be giving you is a bright red bottom.”

To emphasize that point, he brought his hand down sharply on one cheek, jostling the plug and causing me to cry out.

Seeming to like that reaction, he applied several more, alternating ass cheeks, further lighting up my insides.

In no time, I was quivering and clenching around him as a massive orgasm crashed over me, unable to stand the overwhelming combination of sensations.

Simon stilled all the way inside of me, clearly relishing the feel of me orgasming around his cock.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice throaty and deep. “You’re going to cum along with me, understand?”

I was panting with need and exertion. “Yes, Dr. Vale,” I managed to get out.

Simon bent over me to kiss my lips adoringly before he gently pulled my legs away from my chest. He hooked his arms behind my knees and pulled me to him so that he was deeper than ever inside of me, causing me to scream from the blissful agony.

He grinned wickedly as he pulled nearly all the way out before driving into me again. He repeated this excruciating movement over and over, causing me to see stars. I could feel every delicious inch of him entering me again and again, relentless and exquisite.

“I’m going to cum, love,” he said through gritted teeth.

Those words made my whole body tense up once again, delighting in the fact that I could bring him to and over the edge. I felt like both the most powerful and powerless person alive when I was in Simon’s arms.

Simon stilled and groaned, and I felt his warm fluid flow into me, heating up my insides even further. I moaned once more as I shook around him, our cries intermingling in the air above us.

My mind buzzed and my body tingled as I lay there, sprawled out on the table, my body slick with sweat. Simon collapsed over me, his arms winding around me. I squeaked when he gently drew himself out of me, immediately missing the fullness he provided me.

He chuckled at the indignant noises I made, reaching to kiss my forehead, my nose and then my mouth.

He tugged me up and helped me off the table to stand in front of him.

I stumbled and wobbled a bit, a little lightheaded from our lovemaking, but he just laughed and wrapped a protective arm around my waist, holding me close.