Page 1 of Taught By the Doctor
Chapter 1
Zoey Lu rubbed at her eyes as she scanned the items on the pink bedspread in front of her. She crossed her arms, staring down at the pens, notebooks, flashcards, and other school supplies. She tucked some of her long dark hair behind her ear and snuck a glance at the wall clock. It was already past eleven at night. Any second now, Zoey’s boyfriend would come barging in, demanding she go to bed before the big day tomorrow.
It had been four months since Zoey was accepted into nursing school. She had spent the hot summer months mostly inside, trying to prepare as much as she could. She knew a lot of the curriculum would require her to brush up on her chemistry and biology, so she had spent the last few months doing exactly that.
In the end, it didn’t matter how much she prepared, Zoey was going to be a nervous wreck regardless.
At least she had a sweet boyfriend to help her through the stressful times.
A firm knock on the door had Zoey diving for her school supplies. She let out a curse under her breath when her dark blue backpack slipped off the bed and hit the floor with a thud. She bit back another curse when the door opened and Evan’s head poked in. He immediately frowned at her, eyebrows furrowing in a stern way.
“You aren’t packed yet?” he asked in disapproval. He stepped fully into the room, revealing he was still in his work clothes. If she wasn’t so stressed, Zoey would have given him an appreciative look up and down. He looked so hot and professional in his dark slacks and crisp long-sleeve button-up. Instead, she snatched her backpack up from off the floor and began to shove her school supplies into it, refusing to meet Evan’s eyes.
“I know you told me to be in bed by eleven, but I needed to print out a couple of things for the first day of classes and then I wanted to double-check to make sure I had everything. Please don’t be mad…” She stopped when a gentle finger pressed itself to her lips.
Zoey’s eyes widened. She didn’t even realize that Evan had crossed the room and had moved to sit on the bed with her.
“Shh, pretty girl, calm down,” Evan requested. He kissed her on the forehead, gently took the school supplies from her, and set them on the bed beside them. He then covered her quivering hands with his. “I’m not mad at you, Zoey. I do wish you were in bed, but I understand completely that you’re nervous about your first day.” He snaked his long arms around her and pulled her into his lap. Zoey pressed her cheek into the crook between his neck and shoulder, relishing his warmth and comfort.
Zoey still didn’t understand why Dr. Anderson had chosen her. She was just a twenty-year-old nurse’s aide when they had met. He was a thirty-two-year-old established doctor. They weren’t even in the same league as far as she was concerned. She didn’t understand it, but she learned to accept it. Mainly because any talk that brought herself down was met with a firm hand to her bare bottom. But she also accepted it because she could tell Evan actually cared about her. That was more than she could say for the few boyfriends she had had in the past.
It was enough to allow herself to be happy with Evan. She just had to do her best to be the woman he deserved.
Evan kissed Zoey’s cheek and began to run his fingers through her long dark hair. “Would you like to talk about it?” he suggested, hazel eyes shining with concern as his hand trailed down her back.
Zoey shrugged. “There isn’t really much to talk about,” she pointed out. She shifted a bit on his thighs. She felt like a little girl all of a sudden, not like the adult nursing student she actually was.
Evan shook his head at her, a fond smile toying at the corner of his lips. “Why don’t you start with why you’re nervous about tomorrow?”
Zoey stiffened. It wasn’t that she didn’t know why she was nervous. She just didn’t want to think about it. “There’s a lot of reasons I’m nervous,” she said in a soft voice. She looked down at her clasped hands. “What if I don’t do well? What if it’s harder than I can handle? What if my classmates don’t like me?” She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the tears forming to dry up. Maybe this whole nursing thing was a mistake after all.
“Hey, slow down,” Evan said in a comforting voice. The hand on her back started to move up and down in a soothing motion. He tilted her chin up with his other hand, forcing her to look up at him with wide watery brown eyes. “You’re going to do very well, Zoey. You’ve wanted this for a while, and you’re an extremely smart girl. That will earn you friends all on its own. Everyone is going to want to copy my girl’s homework and be her partner during labs.”
Zoey laughed when Evan tickled her side gently and rubbed his cheek against hers, causing his stubble to brush against her smooth skin. She pushed him away playfully. “Stop, that kind of hurts!” she said with a giggle.
“What, you don’t like my stubble?” he asked in a sly voice. He then rolled over on the bed so that she was trapped underneath him and began to press his face against hers, making sure to tickle her face all over with his short beard.
Zoey laughed and tried to get away, even going so far as to push against Evan’s chest with her bare feet. Evan chuckled as he held her down and swatted lightly at her kicking feet.
Evan sat up first and pulled Zoey up beside him. “Okay, pretty girl, we better get you to bed now.” He took her hand, tugging her up so she was standing beside the bed.
Zoey resisted, tugging her hand back. “I don’t think I can sleep just yet,” she said in a soft voice. When Evan raised a stern eyebrow, she added quickly, “I’ll go to bed soon, I promise. I just need to unwind a bit.”
Evan made a thoughtful sound in the back of his throat. He sat back down on the bed, but didn’t let go of Zoey’s hand. “I think I know just what you need to wind down.”
Zoey’s eyes widened. “No, Evan—” she started to say, but it was too late. Evan had already tipped her forward so she fell across his strong thighs. Zoey whined and kicked her feet in anticipation when she felt a large hand on the back of her thin pajama bottoms.
“Calm down,” Evan said in a low voice. “This isn’t a punishment, this is to help you relax before bed.” He rubbed her back for a few moments before starting her spanking.
Zoey just groaned and buried her face in her folded arms. She had only been dating this man for a year, and the number of times she had her bottom spanked by him probably outnumbered the days since then. She tried to relax and reminded herself that this wasn’t a punishment, so it shouldn’t hurt.
Evan stared down at his girlfriend of one year in concern. Her little body was so stiff with nerves. If nothing else, he was hoping that a spanking would force her to relax her tight muscles. He peppered her bottom with light smacks, furrowing his eyebrows when he realized that even her bottom was tight.
He would change that.
Zoey gasped when Evan reached for the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Instead of pulling them down though, her boyfriend pulled them up so that the thin material was taut against her butt. Then he lowered the spanks from the summits of her cheeks to just above her thighs.
After applying about a couple dozen swats to Zoey’s rear, Evan rested his hand over both her cheeks. “Is this helping, Zoey?”
