Page 8 of Dr. Billionaire
Lifting his hand again, Mark began to pepper her bottom with stinging swats, starting at the top of her cheeks and covering every inch down to her upper thighs.
Her squeals became louder. “Okay, okay! I know, I’m really wet for some reason, please stop…”
“We’re almost done,” he told her without pausing.
As he spanked, he found himself becoming more intrigued by her reactions. He had started off giving her fairly light swats, but she was reacting to it as though they were much harder. She was squirming, bucking, squealing, and kicking her feet, and her bottom was barely pink.
She scissored her legs after one particularly stinging spank to her upper thigh, and he was able to catch a glimpse of the glistening pussy he’d just pointed out to her. He paused, rubbing her bottom in slow circles. He didn’t need to reach down between her thighs to know that it was soaking wet now, even more so than before.
Mark was extremely, ball-achingly erect.
Her reactions weren’t a show. They were real. She was deeply aroused at being held firmly over his knee, her bottom reddening under his hard palm as he taught her a lesson.
He gave her a few slightly sharper smacks before stopping, partially because that was all she needed but mainly because he was about to come in his pants.
She lay limp over his lap now, moaning softly as he gently patted her warm, pink skin.
“Did you learn your lesson, young lady?” he asked, unable to keep the huskiness out of his voice.
“Yes!” Jenna replied breathlessly.
“Good,” Mark said, shifting her slightly further over his lap so that her toes came off the floor. “There’s one more thing we need to take care of, then.”
“Huh?” Jenna asked, squeezing her thighs together as best as she could in this position. Mark found it endearing that she kept trying to hide what he had already very clearly seen as she’d squirmed over his knee.
Reaching for the cart next to them, he selected something and picked it up. Apparently feeling him shift, Jenna strained to look over her shoulder at what he was doing. When she saw what he was holding, her eyes widened.
“You’re not going to put that,” her voice dropped to a whisper, “there, are you?”
“I think you already know the answer to that, Jenna,” Mark said. “That’s why your pussy just clenched hard, and why I won’t need any lube to slide this into your tight little bottom.”
It was an old-fashioned rectal thermometer, made of glass and about five inches long.
“Oh my god…” Mark heard her whisper to the floor as she covered her face.
“If you’re a good girl for your temperature taking, there will be a reward in it for you.”
Then, without further ado, he parted her cheeks with his left hand, dipped the tip of the old-fashioned thermometer into the pool of arousal at her entrance, and rested it against her bottom hole for only a split second before he pushed it in far enough to get an accurate reading.
Jenna gasped, her still-pink bottom squirming as she adjusted to the intrusion.
“That’s a good girl. Hold still now,” Mark told her.
“I can’t hold still with that thing in me!” she whimpered.
“You will unless you want another spanking,” Mark threatened. Then, releasing her cheeks while leaving the thermometer in her bottom hole, he ran his fingers down to barely graze against her soaking wet slit. “If you ask nicely, I can give you your reward a little early. It will serve as a nice distraction.”
“My reward?”
“Yes, Jenna. Ask me for what you need.”
“I need you to take the thermometer out of my butt!” Jenna said, and Mark couldn’t help but grin at her renewed sassiness.
“Are you sure that’s all you need?” he asked, moving his finger lower until it rested lightly on her clit.
She moaned, raising her hips to meet his touch, and then let out a whine when he pulled his finger away.
“Ask me, little girl,” Mark repeated.
