Page 24 of Taught By the Doctor
Zoey nodded in understanding, although she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. “So, in a way, you like it when I make mistakes?” She pressed her lips together unhappily.
That earned her a couple of smacks on her already stinging bottom. “No, young lady,” Evan said, laughing a bit. He shook his head. “Oh, what am I going to do with you? I don’t like seeing you make mistakes. The only part I enjoy in it is being able to help you through them. It makes me feel like you really need me.”
Zoey blushed. “I do need you.” She reached her hands up so she could wrap her arms around his neck.
Evan chuckled before scooping her up into his arms, cradling her against him. “I need you too, pretty girl,” he said softly. He pressed her against him a little more firmly. “I’m sorry if I frightened you. I was actually shocked that you decided to skip class. I was frustrated with myself as well for not noticing just how burnt out you were. Part of me feels like I could have prevented this had I been more observant.”
Zoey shook her head against him. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” she told him. She ducked her head a bit in shame. “I should have been honest with you and shouldn’t have gone behind your back. I’m sorry.”
Evan kissed the side of her neck, one hand reaching down to squeeze each of her bottom cheeks. “I forgive you, pretty girl,” he said. He patted the warm mounds he had just been squeezing. “Now, it’s time for my naughty girl to get up onto this exam table.” He set her down and gave her a spank to usher her along.
While naked as the day she was born, Zoey bent to move the little footstool against the exam table and climbed up. She blushed, knowing that while throwing her leg up so shecould heave herself onto the table, Evan had a clear view of her most intimate parts. She winced at the loud crinkling of the sanitary paper as she settled her bare bottom onto it.
Evan stared at her with a heated expression the whole time. Once she was firmly planted, he turned to wash his hands at the little sink against the far wall. Zoey watched him. He was still wearing his work uniform of dark slacks, a navy blue button-up shirt, and a crisp white lab coat.
“So, what seems to be the problem, Ms. Lu?” Evan asked as he approached the exam table.
Zoey sat up a little straighter, knowing Evan expected this of her and spoke clearly, but softly. “I need a thorough physical to ensure my body is ready for a… an event I have coming up this weekend.”
Evan grabbed a clipboard off a nearby side table and glanced over it. “Hmm… what kind of event are you anticipating?” He looked at her and his expression was serious, but his eyes were filled with mischief.
Zoey looked down at the hardwood floor as she answered, “I must serve a full weekend of detention.”
Evan nodded, making a thoughtful sound in the back of his throat. “That kind of event will require a very thorough physical examination,” he said in a low voice. He approached her then and cupped a hand over her left breast, tweaking her hardened nipple.
Zoey gasped. “Evan…”
Evan brought his hand down sharply on her thigh while not letting go of her breast. “That’s Dr. Anderson, young lady,” he told her. “Do not let me catch you making that slip-up again.”
Zoey groaned. “Yes, Dr. Anderson.”
“Good girl,” Evan murmured. He then proceeded to fondle her breasts, kneading them gently at first and then gradually growing rougher and rougher. He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching the little nubs lightly.
Zoey tried to keep still, but each time Evan grasped her breasts, she felt a flood of warmth flow through her. She let her head fall back, pressing her lips together tightly to keep from moaning.
“Eyes on me, Ms. Lu,” Evan demanded. “I need to properly monitor your responses.”
Zoey tightened her lips even more, but brought her face back down so she was looking into his eyes. Evan nodded in approval before continuing to ‘examine’ her breasts, making thoughtful sounds whenever he tweaked a nipple or squeezed extra firmly and it caused Zoey to gasp.
Zoey already felt like she was on the edge by the time Evan finally dropped his hands. He scribbled something down onto his clipboard before doing a couple more tests. He took her blood pressure and heart rate, smirking a little bit when he announced that the latter was slightly elevated. After looking inside her mouth, eyes, and ears with a tiny flashlight, he ordered her to roll over onto her tummy.
“We’re doing an awful lot of tests,” Zoey pointed out with a nervous giggle, but she obediently began to roll over.
Evan nodded, in full doctor mode. “These exams need to be extremely thorough,” he informed her.
Zoey squeezed her eyes shut as she lowered herself so that her stomach was against the paper. She tucked her hands under her chest, pressing one cheek against the cool examtable, her face positioned away from Evan’s side. Her eyes popped back open when she felt Evan wrap a soft restraint around one ankle, before quickly doing the same to the other.
“Evan—” she whined, only to swallow the sound when her bottom exploded with pain. She whimpered a bit. “I mean Dr. Anderson.”
“You’ll have to be punished for that,” Evan intoned. He added a dozen sharp swats to Zoey’s bottom, barely pausing between each one.
Zoey wiggled and cried as the heat reignited in her bottom. She pressed her lips back together when Evan came around to her head and fastened her wrists in soft cuffs before securing them to the top corners of the bench. Zoey tugged against the restraints, feeling very much exposed.
Evan walked back around the table to stand between Zoey’s crudely spread legs. He gave each tense bottom cheek a firm pat and squeeze before snapping on a pair of latex gloves. Zoey flinched at the sound, keeping her eyes forward nervously. She tried to clench her bottom when she felt something cold and wet being spread on her bottom hole. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly. He was getting ready to take her temperature.
“I don’t have a fever,” she said, pulling at her ankle restraints a bit harder.
Evan spanked her twice. “Best to make sure,” he told her. Then he slipped the old-fashioned glass thermometer inside her. He grinned a bit and twirled the glass tool, watching with satisfaction when Zoey’s toes curled.
