Page 9 of Taking Her Medicine

I pouted at him and stomped my right foot. Aaron had a smirk playing on his lips as he surveyed my posture. “But I feel better.”

“Let’s go, little girl.” He stepped around me. “No more stalling.”

I chewed on my cuticles and reluctantly followed. I admired the way he handled the situation, keeping his promise from earlier, but the thought of him taking my temperature a second time brought a new swarm of butterflies to my belly. He seemed to have that Daddy tendency I sought for so long, but never found—and I had no idea what to do with that information.

My sexy doctor next door just might be the daddy I’ve been looking for.

Chapter 3

Aaron

I strutted down the hallway trusting that Zoelle would listen and follow. I glanced at her nightstand looking for the jar of lubricant, and spotted it. I rarely backed down from a challenge and she had presented me with just that—on multiple levels. No doctor worth his salt would argue over the location of where a thermometer needed to go, especially not me. Using a rectal thermometer on my sassy neighbor had actually been the highlight of my week. Scratch that. More like my entire month, remembering how her pretty face had blushed when she’d set the case down on her coffee table. Her flushing wasn’t just the fever. Zoelle was so sweet, and her haphazard comment about not having a daddy perked up my ears, and my dick.

I’d wanted a little girl of my own for a long time. Potentially finding one who also wanted me to do naughty medical procedures to her too was beyond anything I could have hoped for. I slipped off my coat, laying it out on the ottoman near the bed. My little patient shuffled her feet as she slinked into the room behind me. I held up a different case and brought out the clinical thermometer. It was five inches long, thicker, and as she laid eyes on it, her pupils dilated. My instrument would register her temperature, but she would be keenly aware of it as it stimulated all of her nerve endings.

I shook it down with two quick snaps of my wrist and dipped it into the jar.

“I brought my own since you had trouble finding yours.” I sat down on the bed and patted my thigh. Her eyes remained locked on the glass object in my hand. “Over you go.”

“I don’t want to.”

“One.”

Her mouth parted slightly and her eyes darted to mine. “Stop counting.”

“Two.”

“Wait! That’s not fair.” She scrambled over my lap. “You can’t count down like there’s a consequence.”

“Oh, but there would have been consequences. Luckily, you decided to listen.” I tugged her pajama pants down to her thighs and slid my index finger underneath the waistband of her pink polka-dotted panties. They were so cute and no doubt deliberately chosen. I lowered them with one finger.

“Can you explain what you meant by consequences?”

“It’s more of a show versus tell.” I slapped my palm against the lowest curve of her ass and admired the afterimage of my handprint, a stark contrast to her milky white skin. She gasped, but pressed into me rather than fighting. The sight prompted me to deliver another blow to the opposite cheek. The allure of her blushing bare bottom standing in the corner while she sniffled and promised not to break another rule—once we were in an established relationship—appealed to me in ways I’d barely be able to explain to her. “I meant a spanking. Do you need one to cooperate?”

“Not tonight.”

Her noncommittal reply was not lost on me. My cock stirred at the prospect of delivering swift justice to my sweet friend via my hand—applied to her butt. I kneaded the soft flesh of her plump bottom. She breathed out in a sigh, relaxing as I rubbed. “Your answer makes it sound like there’s more going on in your head.”

“Maybe.”

I landed three quick slaps, admiring the way her skin bounced and flattened underneath my palm. We hadn’t discussed physical repercussions, but she hadn’t protested yet. “Spit it out, sweetheart.”

“You holding me like this makes me nervous.”

“Why?”

“No one has ever held me over their lap.” She stuttered and shifted slightly against my thighs. “You said you were going to but I didn’t know how much I’d enjoy it.”

“Then you should definitely be in this position more often.”

“I was aroused enough by the thought of you coming over here. You don’t have to use the granddaddy of thermometers to get my attention.”

“You pushed for a response. Here it is.” I spread her cheeks, exposing the tight ring of her ass. I pressed the thick glass rod into her, slowly. I slid it almost completely out of her, then repeated the action. She clenched around it, her breathing heavy. “Relax.”

“Easy for you to say. I’ve had a lot of stuff on my mind and it’s making me poke at you more than usual.”

“What else is on your mind, Zoelle?” I moved my free hand to her hair and untangled a knot. She pressed her head into my hand, but didn’t say anything. I stroked her soft golden brown tresses, loving the silkiness between my fingers. “I’ve got nothing else to do. You might as well talk.”

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