Page 54 of What the Doctor Ordered
He leaned back before gesturing for me to climb over his lap. I groaned before obeying, knowing that doing so quickly would lessen the spanking he undoubtedly had planned for me.
Simon wasted no time flipping the back of my thin cotton skirt up over my back and lowering my panties.
I inhaled sharply when the first swat landed, sending a shock wave of pain through me. Simon wasn’t messing around. This definitely wasn’t as hard as a punishment spanking, but the smacks were still sharp and heavy. The couple dozen or so that landed easily left my bottom heated and rosy.
I was panting by the time he rested his hand over my flaming cheeks, giving them a sympathetic rub. I moved to get up off of his lap but a hand to the small of my back stopped me.
“Ah-ah-ah,” he tutted. “Not yet, love. We still have one last thing to do.”
He leaned over me and opened the console compartment between the driver and passenger seats, pulling something out of it. I turned my head to look at him, freezing at the sight of the butt plug and lube he now held.
“Simon!” I whined. “You already spanked me!”
He ignored me and opened the bottle of lube, generously applying some to the tip of the plug.
“I’m well aware of that,” he said unsympathetically. “I am also aware of the fact that you need this right now to keep your mind focused on something other than the engagement party. And plus, I am planning on taking this bottom of yours before too long, so we need to keep up with your training.”
I moaned in embarrassment when Simon parted my cheeks and pressed the plug against my anus. I was somehow able to relax as he worked the bullet-shaped toy inside of me. It didn’t keep me from squeaking and crying out in discomfort. This was the biggest one he’s used yet.
Once the plug was fully seated, he patted my cheeks, causing me to clench around the foreign object.
“Good girl,” he said, stroking my warm mounds. “I have no doubt you’ll take my cock into your bottom beautifully. I think you’re almost ready.”
He helped me off his lap and kissed me gently. “Ready for our walk?”
I gave him a look. “How am I going to walk with this thing in me?” I demanded.
The jerk just chuckled and patted my buns again. “You’ll manage,” he said.
I had to bite my tongue to not deliver the smart remark that was right on the tip of it. He was right, though. I did manage to walk along the beach with the plug fully seated up my ass. It definitely wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, not that I would ever admit that to Simon. I also wasn’t going to tell him how submissive and loved I felt as I walked next to him while plugged, his strong, protective arm around my shoulders. Maybe I would tell him one day.
A few hours later, we were standing in front of Simon’s mother’s house.
“I think my mother deserves to know the whole truth of our relationship,” Simon had told me on the way over. “It’sonly right. She’s really my only real family and I know she’ll understand. After all, she was kind of the catalyst of all this. Without her, we might not have ever met.”
I was grateful for Simon’s mother for that reason, but it still made nervous butterflies race around in my stomach to think about explaining the whole strange story to her.
In the end, there was nothing to be concerned about. As Simon predicted, his mother was ecstatic and not at all fazed that our relationship started out as a fake one.
“All that matters is that my only child has finally found someone to start a life with,” she said, her bright blue eyes misting. “Welcome to the family, Kiley.”
As soon as she heard the news of our actual engagement, she insisted on hosting the party at her grand mansion.
I stiffened as we approached the front door.
Simon bent to kiss my temple and took my hand. “Relax, love,” he said. “You’re walking like you still have a plug up your bottom.”
I glowered at him, blushing hotly. “I’m still sore from having to wear that during our walk,” I hissed at him. I was grateful that he took the plug out before we got to his mother’s house, but I would still be feeling the effects of it throughout the night.
“It’s going to be okay,” Simon assured me, stroking my back affectionately. “You look gorgeous and all that matters is that we love each other and are going to be married, alright?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Simon tugged me closer to his side before opening the door. I nearly fell backwards when the couple hundred people in attendance turned to look at usbefore erupting in ear-splitting applause. I was able to identify some of Simon’s relatives, having had him show me pictures of them beforehand so I would know who was who. There were cousins and aunt and uncles strewn out among his work colleagues and former classmates from medical school.
The first to approach us was Simon’s mother, Fiona. She hugged Simon tightly.
“Congratulations, my sweet son,” she said.
“Hi, Mom. Thank you, and thank you for all this,’ Simon said, giving her a kiss on the cheek and gesturing at the festivities going on all around them.
