Page 7 of What the Doctor Ordered

K iley

I fidgeted nervously in between Simon’s knees, pressing my thighs together, hoping that my ever-growing arousal wasn’t too obvious.

It was difficult to focus on what he was saying to me when all I could really think about was the way his big hand felt wrapped around my wrist. His deep, almost gold-colored eyes were extremely distracting as well as they bore into me.

We were practically nose to nose now as he held me in front of him, waiting for my answer.

But what was my answer? There was no denying that I wanted him to touch me.

From the moment I witnessed him punch Kramer, something awakened in me.

From then on, I had been watching Simon’s every move, watching the muscles ripple beneath his thin dress shirt, and the way his intense gaze focused on me.

Did he want me just as badly? Or was he just toying with me the way that Kramer had been?

I decided in that moment that it didn’t matter either way. I was still hurting from what Kramer did to me and my arousal was quickly rising to heights I had never experienced before.

I needed to do something about it. Now.

I swallowed thickly, lifted my eyes, and met Simon’s expectant gaze unflinchingly. “No, Sir,” I said. “I have nothing to say before you punish me.”

Simon’s eyes twinkled and his lips quirked up slightly before he hardened his expression. “In that case,” he said, his voice low. “I would like you to bend over my knee.”

I inhaled sharply before doing exactly as he said, turning so that I could bend over his left knee. My whole face flushed as I settled into the childish position. I squeezed my thighs together, terrified of Simon realizing just how much this was affecting me.

Simon put his hands on my hips, shifting me slightly so that I was positioned in a way that put my backside higher up on his lap. I wiggled, growing more self-conscious by the second, and stiffened when I felt his large hand rest on my right bottom cheek.

Before I could even process this unexpected turn of events I had landed myself in, a searing pain radiated through my ass cheek. I gasped at the sting, my leg flying up, shocked at just how much that one swat had hurt.

Simon chuckled. “Oh, you are in for it if you are already reacting after just one little smack,” he said.

“It hurt!” I argued, my face flushing at his words.

I jumped slightly when another swat landed on the opposite cheek, this one burning even more. Not waiting for any further reaction from me, he spanked me several more times, the slapping sounds loud in my ears.

“Ouch!” I complained, starting to kick my feet.

Simon paused after about a dozen well-placed smacks. I had to suppress a moan when he gently rubbed the punished areas. “Hmm,” he hummed. “I’m not sure if this is making much of an impact.”

I didn’t even have time to ask what he meant by that when I felt his hands at the back of my thighs, lifting up the hem of my dress.

“Simon!” I cried out, reaching my hands back to keep my skirt from rising further.

I yelped when he slapped my hands sharply.

“Keep those hands in front of you,” he ordered. “There will be penalty spanks if you interfere with your punishment.”

I was so stunned by his sexy sternness that I obeyed immediately, putting my hands on the floor and biting my lower lip in anticipation. It had been so long since a man had seen my naked body. Was I ready?

I didn’t have time to ponder that for long before I felt the cool air kiss my bare thighs. I squeezed my eyes shut as I remembered that I had chosen to wear a black lace thong tonight, leaving my cheeks completely bare now that my dress was out of the way.

Simon paused for a moment, and I wondered if he was just staring at my bottom. He didn’t keep me waiting long though and I shrieked when several more harsh smacks rained down on my now bare cheeks.

“Yes, I think this is getting through to you much better now,” he said between swats. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before being disobedient.”

“I will!” I cried out, my bottom burning.

I was panting when Simon stopped after about two dozen smacks and started to rub my warm cheeks.

This time, I couldn’t suppress a moan as his hands soothed my hot flesh.

Just as I was starting to catch my breath, Simon’s fingers found the waistband of my thong and he yanked it down swiftly, further baring me.

I gasped and reached my hands back again, mortified that he was probably now looking at my bum crack and maybe even my back hole. I was rewarded with a couple swats to my sensitive upper thighs.

“What did I tell you? Hands forward,” he ordered tersely. “Now you’ve earned additional penalties.” He delivered 10 sharp, fast cracks as punishment for my interference.

Keening and panting, I obeyed him, the moisture between my thighs growing.

“Good girl. That’s my good, obedient girl,” he murmured, brushing his fingers over the more sensitive spots on my bottom. “Now, I want you to reach back and spread your bottom cheeks for me. I need to examine you.”

My jaw dropped and I shivered at the thought of doing something so humiliating. I forced a laugh from my throat. “I doubt that you’re that kind of doctor,” I said cheekily.

It was the wrong thing to say. Almost as soon as the words were out of my mouth, Simon spanked me harder than ever, over and over, causing me to rock forward repeatedly. I yelped and was barely able to lock my elbows to brace myself so that my nose wouldn’t hit the hardwood.

“And here I thought you were starting to learn obedience,” Simon said, his tone laced with disappointment. “No matter. I know just the cure for naughty little girls who don’t do as they’re told.”

The next few spanks took my breath away. They bit before they burned, and I had to fight hard to keep from reaching my hands back, gritting my teeth and grunting with each impact. I was completely breathless after he delivered the last swat.

He started to rub my burning buns again. “Are you going to do as I say or do you need another dose?”

“No!” I wailed. “Please, don’t. I’ll do it.”

It took all of my willpower to reach back this time, since I was going to be doing something completely humiliating instead of using my hands to protect myself. My face was burning almost as much as my butt as I dug my fingers into my warm skin to pull my cheeks apart for him.

“Perfect,” he murmured.

I jumped when I felt his warm finger brush against my dripping pussy lips, causing me to let go of my butt cheeks.

That earned me a couple more harsh swats to my thighs. “Spread them and keep them open until I tell you otherwise,” he commanded sternly.

I hastened to obey so I wouldn’t earn myself more spanks.

“Don’t move,” Simon ordered.

It was the most difficult thing to do, to keep still while Simon’s fingers explored my most intimate areas. I gasped when he dipped a finger inside of me. I could tell by how easily he slid inside that I was completely soaked.

“What a naughty girl you are,” he growled, his voice rough. “You’re soaking wet. Perhaps I wasn’t harsh enough with you, considering how much you seemed to enjoy your punishment.”

“No!” I moaned, wiggling over his lap. “You punished me really hard! It hurt!”

“Good,” he said flatly. “It was meant to hurt. Now, stay still for the rest of your exam.”

My breaths came out in sharp pants when I felt his slick finger, now coated with my juices, skim over my bottom hole.

“Stop!” I cried. “Don’t! Please don’t!”

Somehow, I continued to obediently keep my bottom open for him as he explored my most shameful place with his moist finger. I had never been so humiliated as I imagined how I must have looked with my bare bottom bright red and Simon’s thick finger poised at my back hole.

Simon ignored my cries and protests, pushing his wet index finger all the way in with one long, relentless thrust. My whole face flushed with shame, and tingles covered my entire body. My toes curled as he pulled it all the way out and then shoved it back in, harder and faster this time.

“I’m sorry!” I yelled, begging desperately. “Please stop!”

Simon didn’t answer. He just continued to pump his thick finger inside my bottom, lighting up my insides. The pressure soon became too much, and I felt my whole body shiver with a powerful, humiliating orgasm.

“Good girl,” Simon said, his voice deeper and rougher than ever.

I shivered in delight at his words and then squeaked when he abruptly pulled his finger out of my bottom and scooped me up into his arms. With seemingly little effort, he rose to his full height holding me close.

“W-what are you doing? Where are we going?” I stuttered, throwing my arms around his neck to keep from sliding down the length of his body.

“My room,” Simon answered me simply. He gently lowered me to the floor and took hold of my wrist to lead me through his house.

After stumbling along behind him, it took my eyes a moment to adjust to the dim lighting of Simon’s bedroom.

There was a stream of moonlight spilling in from between the curtains, illuminating a large wooden bed with dark blankets positioned in the center of the room.

Simon deposited me on the bed with surprising gentleness before he started to make short work of his clothes, efficiently whipping them off his strong body. My mouth went dry as his chiseled abs and chest came into view.

I had landed on my back and pushed myself up onto my forearms now, my eyes probably completely round as I gazed up at a shirtless Simon.

He was a spectacle, his smooth skin illuminated by the moonlight.

I pushed myself up off of the mattress, rising to my knees so that I could reach for him.

My fingers barely grazed his chest when he snatched my wrist and gave the back of my hand a firm snack.

“Hands down,” he commanded, eyes fierce.

I swallowed thickly and obeyed, lowering my hands to my sides, feeling my whole body heat up.

I nearly passed out when Simon’s sure hands moved to his dark pants, pushing them down his legs with agonizingly slow precision, revealing hard, toned thighs and calves. His boxers soon followed, leaving him completely naked to my gaze.

Simon’s cock stood straight at attention, calling to me. He was long and thick, bobbing with his pulse, and utterly perfect.

“Strip,” Simon ordered darkly, his eyes smoldering as they raked over me.

With trembling hands, I did as I was told, pulling the top of my dress down and slipping out of it.

The whole time, Simon watched me hungrily, his hands twitching as if he wanted to touch me as well but he held back.

I was panting heavily by the time my tiny dress was just a silky puddle on the floor, leaving me in just my lace black bra.

Simon leaned down, and without taking his eyes off mine, he slipped his hands behind me to undo my bra, letting my last piece of protection fall away.

His long fingers grazed my skin, leaving tiny goose pimples in their path.

I bit my lip hard, barely able to suppress a moan as my peaked nipples met the cool air of the room.

Simon seemed to notice immediately and his eyes shifted downward to my chest for a moment before meeting my gaze again.

While maintaining eye contact, he lifted his hands to gently stroke my skin, swirling the pads of his fingers around my hard nubs.

I whimpered, feeling as if I was turning to putty in his confident hands.

Then he was kissing me, his warm lips hard against mine. I gasped and fell back against the mattress. Simon wasn’t affected; he just followed me, trapping me between his arms as he hovered over me on hands and knees, capturing my mouth with his.

“You taste so good, Kiley,” he said against my mouth, nibbling my lower lip.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest as I reached up to tangle my fingers in his thick hair. “You do too,” I breathed.

His hands were suddenly everywhere, skimming down the sides of my body, exploring every inch of me with affectionate roughness that had me wriggling beneath him.

He suddenly growled low in his throat. “I need to be inside of you.”

His words had me parting my thighs in eager anticipation. I shuddered as I felt his erection brush my inner thigh, searching for my hot center. He brushed the tip up and down my waiting slit, teasing me wickedly.

“Ask me for it. Beg me,” he demanded, grinning mischievously.

I whined with indignation and Simon’s expression darkened. He slapped the front of my thigh sharply. I hissed at the sting, the heat seeming to travel straight down to my clit. I arched my back, needing the friction of contact with his body so badly I was shaking.

“Please,” I begged. “Please take me. I need you inside me too, Simon.”

Simon needed no further urging. He pushed his hands down on my shoulders and entered me in one fluid motion. Instantly, I was arching and writhing, tossing my head back at how full I immediately felt.

I whimpered again, the sensation of having him stretch my walls overwhelming. It was as if every nerve ending was on fire, heating up my entire body. “So big,” I breathed.

Simon smirked and pushed in deeper before falling into a steady rhythm as he rode me slowly but roughly. The bed creaked below us and I dug my fingers into the bedspread, crying out Simon’s name over and over.

On a particularly powerful thrust, I completely surrendered myself, allowing another orgasm to roll over me in hot, shivering waves. Simon grabbed my hips and pulled me tightly against him, pressing his length even deeper inside of me.

“I’m going to cum, you naughty girl,” he growled. “Beg me for my cum.”

“Please cum for me,” I gasped. “Please cum inside of me.”

I cried out when Simon pumped himself in and out a few more times in quick succession before he arched his back on straight arms, flinging his head back and flexing every muscle in his beautiful body.

He released his seed inside of me with a yell.

Staring at his clenched jaw and the taut stretch of straining tendons in his neck, I shivered at the warmth of his semen filling me as yet another orgasm slammed into me right along with him.

I had barely caught my breath when Simon slid out of me, eliciting my sad whimper. I was surprised when he came up beside me and took me in his arms, laying us both down against the soft pillows. His strong arms felt safe and warm around me, and I found myself relaxing against his chest.

I was asleep within seconds.