Page 23 of Dr. Billionaire
They were plain black cotton. Definitely not sexy, but it could be worse.
Mark knelt in front of her and ran his hands from the top of her left leg down to her ankle, squeezing every few inches, as if feeling for anything broken. Then he did the same to her right leg.
Jenna blushed, trying to remember if she’d shaved her legs in the shower the night before. She was pretty sure she had at least run a razor over them quickly at least…
In any case, Mark was now squeezing all the way down each foot in a methodical manner. She couldn’t hold in a small giggle when his fingers brushed a ticklish spot between her toes.
Apparently satisfied with the state of her legs and feet, he stood back up. “Shirt next.”
Fuck.
She wasn’t wearing a bra under her tank top. She never wore one to bed.
He was probably well aware of this, since her nipples were pebbling through the thin white fabric, but that didn’t make her face any less hot as she reached down to tug the garment up over her head and toss it on the floor in a pile with her pants and shoes.
Mark stood there looking at her bare breasts for a long moment, and Jenna reluctantly put her hands back on her head, mostly to prevent herself from using them to cover her stiff nipples.
Those smacks on her ass had hurt, and she didn’t want more so soon.
After what had to be several minutes, he placed his warm, calloused hands on her shoulders, lowering her arms before squeezing down the length of her left one all the way to the tips of her fingers before repeating the process with her right arm. Then he moved in front of her and put one hand on her lower back to steady her, placing his other on her stomach right below her bellybutton and palpating around.
She could feel his warm breath on her neck as his hand moved closer to her chest, and she felt goosebumps rise on her skin as he gently cupped first her left breast, then her right.
She gasped as his fingers took hold of her right nipple, squeezing firmly, though not quite hard enough to hurt. He did the same to her left nipple.
“Any pain?” he asked. His voice was clinical enough to maintain the polite fiction that this exam was necessary, but far too husky to hide the fact that he was getting tired of pretending…
“Uh… no,” Jenna answered shakily.
“Good,” Mark said, stepping back a few feet away from her. “Go ahead and take off your panties, then.”
Suddenly the thought of baring herself completely, especially when she was sure there was a very large wet spot on her panties, became too much to bear.
“Mark, please,” Jenna tried. “Can’t I just leave those on?”
He closed the distance between them in two large steps, and Jenna shrieked this time before he even touched her, backing away quickly. He caught her by her upper arm, holding her firmly while he gave her four hard spanks on her pantied bottom. She yelped, dancing from foot to foot.
He didn’t scold her this time, he just stepped back and waited for her to obey.
She felt her lip stick out in a theatrical pout as she dragged her panties down to her ankles, slowly at first and then faster as she realized that prolonging the process was only making it more humiliating. Stepping out of them, she was about to kick them aside when Mark interrupted her.
“Hand them to me.”
Jenna blinked at him for a moment, wondering if she’d heard him correctly, but sure enough he was holding out his hand, waiting for her to give him her surely soaked panties.
Blushing brightly, she bent down and picked up the small piece of black fabric and handed it to him. She watched in horror as he turned them inside out, looking directly at the gusset. “The nice thing about black panties is that you can see a naughty girl’s arousal very, very clearly,” he mused.
Oh God.
He held them up in front of her, and she instinctively closed her eyes tightly, as if she could make the embarrassment disappear. She heard Mark chuckle.
“That’s alright, young lady. You’ll have plenty of chances to see them when they’re in front of your nose as you’re getting your spanking.”
Jenna’s eyes shot open. “My spanking? You just spanked me!”
“Those few were extra, for being disobedient,” Mark said. “You still have a real spanking coming for driving distracted and putting yourself in danger.”
“But—” was all Jenna had time to say before Mark had her by the upper arm once more.
