Page 22 of What the Doctor Ordered
“Why do you have this?” she asked in dismay.
I had to laugh at the look on her face. She looked completely scandalized. “You might want to keep your head out of the gutter,” I said, giving her bottom a playful swat. “Believe it or not, I have used this room for its intended purpose quite a few times. You’d be surprised by how many of my family members and friends prefer to come here versus an actual medical office.”
Kiley nodded, relaxing slightly. “I can understand that,” she said, but then she looked at me suspiciously. “Are you really trying to get me to believe that you haven’t used this space for kinky stuff?”
I dropped my jaw dramatically. “I warned you to keep your head out of the gutter,” I said. I grabbed her and gave her a couple more swats to her backside, causing her bottom to jiggle enticingly. “No, you naughty girl! I have never done kinky stuff in this room. Now, come with me before I decide you need a spanking for being cheeky.”
Those few swats were enough to make Kiley obey. She reached back and rubbed some of the sting out of her backside. If shewere actually mine, I would have scolded her for it and reignited the sting but instead, I just led her over to the scale.
“Step on,” I encouraged. “How tall are you?”
“Five foot even,” she said quietly.
I nodded and looked at her weight, frowning when I saw the number there. She was slightly underweight. That didn’t surprise me, but I did make a mental note to make sure she was eating enough throughout the day.
“Okay, sweetheart,” I said, patting her bottom. “Climb up onto the exam table for me. Facedown.”
Kiley gave me a confused look but walked over to the padded table while I went over to the sink to wash my hands.
“What are you going to do?” I heard her ask nervously.
I turned to find her in the position I requested, her pert bottom the highest part of her body.
I snapped on a pair of gloves and grabbed a rectal thermometer from a nearby drawer. “I’m going to take your vitals,” I told her. “Starting with your temperature.”
Kiley was just starting to process my words when I stepped up behind her and started to lift up the hem of her dress.
“Wait!” she cried, her hands shooting back to protect her bottom. “You’re not going to take it rectally, are you?”
“Yes, I am,” I told her in a matter-of-fact tone. “It’s the most accurate way.”
Kiley’s cheek colored immediately, and her hands tightened on the back of her skirt. “I don’t want you to!” she snapped. “I’m sure orally is plenty accurate!”
I set the thermometer down on a nearby table. “Move your hands, Kiley,” I intoned, my voice filled with warning.
Kiley didn’t move though, and so I grabbed both her wrists in one of my hands and hiked the back of her skirt up with the other, causing her cheeks to bounce into view. She was wearing yet another thong, this one purple to match her dress, so it was easy for me to smack her bottom cheeks hard.
“Oww!” Kiley cried out, wiggling against the table, causing the sanitary paper to crinkle beneath her.
“We can go as long as it takes,” I informed her, spanking her hard and steady. “You are my only patient this evening, after all.”
I got about a dozen well-placed smacks onto her full cheeks before she started to whine and beg. “Okay!” she finally said. “I’ll cooperate!”
“I’m glad to hear it,” I said, hoping my smile wasn’t obvious in my voice. I released her wrists and then tugged down her thong, letting it rest at the backs of her knees.
I just admired the view for a moment. Kiley’s bottom was a nice pink and she was clenching her cheeks in anticipation. The light purple fabric of her dress created a perfect frame.
“Alright,” I said stepping up behind her. I snapped on a pair of gloves and picked up the tube of lube and the thermometer.
Kiley flinched when I parted her bottom cheeks. I made her wait a few heartbeats and then dabbed a small amount of lube to her puckered hole.
“It’s cold!” she gasped.
“I know,” I said gently. “You’re doing very well. Here comes the thermometer.”
Kiley inhaled sharply as I inserted the glass tool. I felt my dick grow harder as the tip of it disappeared inside of her. Automatically, she tightened her cheeks around the intrusion. I couldn’t resist giving the thermometer a little twist, causing her to squeak.
I waited a couple of minutes in silence, leaving Kiley to suffer with her embarrassment, before gently pulling the thermometer out. She immediately relaxed, but I frowned when I saw that her temperature was slightly elevated.
