The Doctor's Pet (7 page)

“Healthy cervix,” he observed as she squirmed in place, trying not to whimper too loudly. Her hot, stinging bottom did not help matters either. “I think you’re coming up to ovulation, judging by how wet you are.”

She was so wet she could feel her lubrication trickling out of her spread lips, down over the greased star of her anus. There wasn’t a part of her that didn’t some way bear his touch, and even when he released the speculum and slid it out of her pussy, she knew that the medical exam wasn’t over. Her pussy was aching with need, her nipples hard as twin pebbles with arousal.

But Tessa was not the only one so affected by the intimate medical examination. Kirk seemed to have reached the limit of his patience too. He stood between her stirrup-parted thighs, unzipped his cock, and pressed it straight into her wet, yearning cunt. As she gasped with pleasure, he wrapped his hands around her thighs and began thrusting hard and fast, making her breasts bounce with each and every stroke.

“You have a tight vagina,” he noted, keeping up some pretense of medical procedure. “Very good muscle tone, plenty of strength in the pelvic floor…” He looked down and began strumming her clit with his fingers. “And a nice clitoris too, erect, very responsive to stimulation. Let’s see what your orgasm response is like. Why don’t you try to come on my cock.”

It was not so much a matter of trying as it was no longer resisting. Tessa’s pussy was pulsing with need, her walls clenching hard as he began to not just toy with her clit, but spank it. Hard and fast, swift little swats that made her hips buck as orgasm tore through her. Her juices flowed freely over his cock as he slammed himself home time and time again, fingers swatting her clit and lips as he too approached climax, thrusting his cock deep inside her cunt just as he started to come, filling her up with his essence.

As his seed began to spill out of her pussy, Kirk pulled out and shot the remainder of his cum onto her pouting lips, then began swatting her between her thighs, punitive slaps landing over the wet entrance of her cunt, her clit, her inner thighs, the tender places made all the more tender for her climax.

Tessa gasped and whimpered as her master punished her with no regard for lenience. The spanking, the medical examination, the sex—it had all been a warmup for this, this hard swatting to her cunt and her mound, slaps landing on already puffy lips making them swell all the more, glistening with wet cum.

He looked down at her with those dark eyes that had always made her quiver and ground out the lesson he meant for her to learn. “Naughty little pets get their pussies spanked when they don’t come to work on time, understand?”

“Yes, sir!” she gasped, nodding furiously. “I understand. I won’t be late again, I promise!”

He landed one last swat to her pussy, then leaned between her spread thighs to kiss her deeply on the mouth, his fingers cupping her punished nether lips. She kissed him back passionately, forgetting everything other than the heat between her thighs as she suckled on his tongue. The pain, the pleasure, the past, the present, everything was wrapped up in him. As his fingers gently soothed the same skin they had just spanked, Tessa knew she was hopelessly and utterly lost in love.

Chapter Eight

For the next couple of weeks, all was well. Tessa turned up on time at work, assisted Kirk with several surgeries, and managed to almost forget about the deeper nature of her relationship with him as they settled into an easy intimacy that was impossible to distinguish from any other romantic relationship most of the time. Tessa was almost starting to think that perhaps all the discipline stuff had just been Kirk’s way of seducing her and simultaneously getting her to work on time. A little unorthodox, perhaps, but he was an unorthodox man.

That night she had invited him to her apartment for dinner. Her place was not nearly as nice as his, but she was proud of her little home, and he seemed to enjoy spending time there.

At 8 p.m. there was a knock at her door. She opened it to greet Kirk, smiling as she was wrapped in his arms. She would never tire of being held against his body.

“Hello, you,” Kirk said, pressing kisses to her cheeks and lips. “I missed you.”

“You saw me three hours ago,” she laughed.

“That’s long enough to miss you,” he replied charmingly. He’d bought a bottle of wine with him, which he set on the kitchen counter. “Dinner smells good.”

“I hope it tastes as good as it smells,” Tessa said modestly. She opened the oven door to check on the food—and just as she did every bit of power in the place died.

“Oh, gee,” she said. “Power cut.”

Prepared for such eventualities, she reached into her kitchen drawer, pulled out some candles and lit them.

“Odd,” Kirk noted, looking out the window. “Nobody else appears to have lost power.”

“Probably a fuse,” she suggested, a sinking feeling in her belly telling her that it definitely was not a fuse that had gone. When the power company had stopped sending bills, she figured they’d either given up or were trying to invent a more intimidating envelope.

Kirk put his head out into the hall, where the light was burning merrily. “Nobody else’s fuse has gone,” he noted. “Where’s your box?”

She weighed whether she should send him down to the basement and then lock him down there as to avoid the conversation they’d have to have when he realized that the fuse hadn’t blown and that what had actually happened was her power had been cut off.

“Tessa?”

“Kirk,” she sighed. “It’s not the fuse. There’s no power cut. Well, there is, but not in the sense you’re thinking of.”

He closed the door and crossed the room to look down at her, and he was so ruggedly handsome in the candlelight she desperately wished she didn’t have to say what she was about to say. “What do you mean, Tessa?”

“I mean…” She took a breath. “I think the company shut the power off.”

“And why would they do that?”

“Because I didn’t pay their bill yet,” she admitted.

His brows drew down and his expression became hawkishly severe. “Why, Tessa?”

“I couldn’t,” she said. “Other things came up.”

“How…” Kirk narrowed his eyes a little. “What do you mean you couldn’t; you’re earning good money now. These aren’t even particularly large bills. Do I need to spank you into some kind of fiscal responsibility, Tessa?”

“No.” She shook her head. “It’s not like that.”

“Where did the money go, then?”

“I had to pay some other stuff off.” Tim’s damn debts. That’s what she’d had to pay.

“What… stuff?” In candlelight she could see that Kirk had shrugged his jacket off and was rolling one sleeve up his arm. That was not a good sign. She could have confessed as to where the money had gone, but she wasn’t ready to tell Kirk about Tim. That was a can of worms for another day.

“Other bills, more urgent bills.”

“Tessa, you work for me. I know how much you take home. It is more than enough to cover all your necessary expenses.”

“Well, as it turns out, it wasn’t,” she shrugged. “Can we not discuss this, please?”

“Oh, we are going to discuss it,” Kirk chuckled darkly. “We are going to have a very long, hard discussion about this. I know money problems don’t always go away when someone gets money. Sometimes it’s more about irresponsible spending habits…”

“Fuck off,” Tessa spat, suddenly angry. “I am not irresponsible. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Tessa!” Her name left his lips like a whip crack. “Where is that bill?”

Having handed him the relevant piece of paper, Tessa watched miserably as he called and made the payment with his credit card, along with an additional fee to have the power turned back on immediately. He did not look pleased about any of it, and as the lights came back on she dearly wished for the shadows to return and hide her from his gaze.

Having sorted out the electricity situation, he moved right along to the next matter of business. Tessa watched with a sinking heart as Kirk sat down on the couch and patted his thigh.

“Come here.”

Oh, god. She was actually going to be punished for this. She stood stock still, her mouth opening and closing with words that would not come. She should just tell Kirk about Tim and his money problems. He wouldn’t spank her then. But he would know that she wasn’t just some cute nurse with bad financial skills. He’d know about her messed-up family, her messed-up brother, how messed up she was. Better to pretend she was just a ditzy blonde who forgot that bills needed to be paid than admit the truth.

“I don’t want a spanking,” she pouted, playing the role of recalcitrant brat.

“You might not want one, but you’re going to get one, young lady. Now come here this instant.” He looked so stern and severe—and so goddamn handsome too. Her mind escaped into erotic fantasy as she mentally undressed him, the lines of his body covered by his shirt laid bare in her mind.

“Tessa…” He spoke her name in warning tones.

“Fine!” she said, rolling her eyes. She flounced dramatically toward him and threw herself over his lap in as devil-may-care a fashion as was possible.

Kirk responded by tossing her skirt up, baring her panty-clad rear with little fanfare. He did not seem thrilled by her attitude, but he made little comment. Instead he let his palm do the talking, landing six hard swats to each of her cheeks. Tessa gasped at the sudden barrage, but knew it was only the beginning. He was not happy with her, not her actions or her attitude. She did her best to stay quiet, not letting him know just how much her butt was already stinging. Kirk smoothed his palm over her bottom and swatted her hard once more.

“I expect you to be responsible,” he lectured. “I expect you to set aside the necessary funds to cover your bills.”

With that he started spanking her in earnest, slapping one cheek and then the other, hard and fast. Tessa lost count of the slaps after the first dozen or so, paying attention only to the way her butt swelled and stung under her panties.

“I know you’re a capable young woman,” he said. “It’s surprising to me that you would have let matters get so far. What would you have done if I wasn’t here?”

“Been able to sit?” Tessa threw the quip out with a recalcitrant grin.

Kirk hooked his thumb in the back of her panties, yanking them down to mid-thigh in one swift motion. The baring made little difference physically, though it did sharpen the sting. Mentally it made her feel all the smaller and all the naughtier. She had to keep reminding herself that it wasn’t really her fault she was being spanked.

“This is not the time for your smart remarks,” Kirk informed her sternly. “This is a serious matter, and I expect you to take it seriously.”

He emphasized the statement by further branding her bottom with another series of hard slaps. It was all beginning to become quite painful, more than she could comfortably bear on Tim’s account. She began to squirm and wriggle, little whimpers escaping as she was thoroughly spanked.

“Do I need to supervise your accounts?”

“No!”

“Do I need to check every week to make sure your bills are paid?”

“No!”

Each of his questions was emphasized with a hard slap that made a hot shock flash through her body.

“Well, I’m going to,” he informed her. “Until I’m satisfied that you’re making responsible choices.”

The patronizing lecture would have been bad enough if she’d actually deserved it. As it was, Tessa could barely contain herself. “No!” she repeated. “You don’t need to do any of that. You don’t understand what happened anyway, you’re just assuming I’m some stupid girl. I’m not!”

“I don’t think you’re stupid in the least,” Kirk said. “I think you’re mismanaging your life.”

“Oh, well, you manage it then,” she spat over her shoulder.

“That’s exactly what I’ll do,” he replied, swatting her bare bottom yet again.

“You couldn’t live my life for a day, let alone manage it,” she shot back. “You don’t know anything about anything.”

“What don’t I know, Tessa?”

The question made her tense. She’d said too much, almost given herself away. “Just finish spanking me already,” she growled at the carpet. None of this was in any way fair, but when had life been fair?

“You’re being an incredibly petulant little brat tonight,” Kirk said, swatting her harder still. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing! I just don’t like being punished, that’s all. Am I supposed to be liking this? Do you want me to thank you for it?”

A swat blazed across her rear and a strong hand grasped the hair at the back of her head in a tight grip as Kirk pulled her head back enough to allow him to bend down and growl in her ear.

“Yes, brat. You’re going to thank me for each and every swat.”

“No,” Tessa growled back rebelliously.

“No?” She couldn’t see his brow rise, but she knew it had risen. There was gravel in his voice that resonated with the very innards of her. She was in trouble. Real trouble.

He slid her off his thighs and down to the floor, putting her in a kneeling position. She opened her mouth to complain, but decided against it when she saw the expression on his face. He wasn’t angry. He looked disappointed—and determined.

“I expect better from you, Tessa. You might make mistakes, that’s to be expected. What I don’t expect is you to give me attitude when I’m disciplining you.”

She squirmed, her pride stinging even more than her bottom. Now she felt really guilty. She had agreed to a certain arrangement with Kirk and now she was going back on it. Sort of. At least, that was the way it felt. She looked up at him, sitting there on the couch, remote from her by merit of small distance and she felt tears begin to prick at her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He didn’t make any reply immediately. He looked down at her, his dark eyes piercing her sadness and for a second she thought maybe he understood what was going on.

As the tears started to flow, Tessa realized that she couldn’t stop them. The flow only increased until, for reasons she couldn’t quite explain, she found herself sitting at Kirk’s feet, sobbing.