Page 15 of What the Doctor Ordered
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 wasbarely 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 pressuresoon 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.
