Dr. Dane McKendrick is tired of his twenty-four-year-old receptionist, Amity Derrington, failing to take her job seriously. Amity is beautiful and smart, but the rich, spoiled girl clearly needs a firm hand, and when she shows up late for work and hung over yet again, Dane lets her know that from now on her behavior will have consequences.
It isn’t long before Amity puts Dane’s warning to the test, and she soon ends up over his knee for a long, hard, bare-bottom spanking. But she’s completely unprepared for the strong emotions that overwhelm her as she dangles over the stern doctor’s lap, and though the painful chastisement brings her to tears, Dane’s attentions turn her on more than she ever imagined possible.
More embarrassing still, when Dane learns the extent to which she has neglected her annual check-ups, Amity quickly finds herself receiving the most intimate, thorough exam of her life. But when Amity learns the full truth about Dane, will she be able to give him everything he demands? And if Amity’s father—who happens to be the most prominent man on the hospital board—finds out about their new relationship, will it cost Dane his job?
Publisher’s Note: The Doctor and the Naughty Girl is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. This book is also available as part of a five-book collection entitled What the Doctor Ordered.
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Dane took her inside and straight up to his bedroom, a part of the house he hadn’t let her see yet. It had been awhile since he’d had anybody up there.
He set her down on her feet, letting her look around, take in the room as he flicked on two of the overhead fixtures, muted yellow light washing the bed, the deep varnish of the wooden headboard gleaming. Dane sat down on the padded foot board, looking at the beautiful girl standing in front of him. She seemed almost paralyzed, her hands wringing in front of her, the pleasing V of pubic curls that sheltered between her thighs contrasting dramatically with the cream top.
Speaking of which.
“Take off your clothes, Amity. I want to see all of you.” He glanced down. “Leave the heels on.”
The bashfulness of her nod, the way she kept her gaze averted, made him smile. It was in her bones, he was sure of it, her need to submit, to surrender. All those times he’d wondered about her — even before she’d submitted to her first spanking — but it was so clear now.
The only thing she needed now was the right man to bring it out, to help her be who she really was inside.
She peeled off the top, the white lace of her bra matching the garter belt. For a moment she stood there, watching him. He met her gaze, waiting. She undid the clasp at the front of the bra, the pale pillows of her generous breasts freed as the lace fell away. Her deep pink nipples were already hard, standing up for him just the way he liked. His cock was screaming, almost painful. He couldn’t wait much longer.
He grasped her broad hips, loving the way her skin felt under his hands, as if she were made for him, for his control, for his lusts. The garters and dark stockings perfectly framed the alluring naked sex, his fingers tugging on a curl of the sable hair covering her mons.
“I like your pussy like this,” he said, staring at her sex. “So pretty.”
Even in the indirect light, he could see her bright red blush. He knew he’d never tire of seeing it.
“Shh, remember what I told you, girl?” He met her gaze. “You chose this. I don’t want to hear anything other than ‘Yes, sir’ and ‘No, sir’ from you tonight. Understand?”
He spread his legs, pulling her close so she stood within the span of his knees, her trembling body seeming to vibrate the air between them.
“Are you afraid, Amity?”
His hands eased around, squeezing her buttocks firmly, her body stiffening as his touch no doubt awoke fresh soreness in the still warm flesh. He looked up at her, catching her frightened gaze. “I like that you’re afraid. A little fear now and then is good for a girl.”
He touched her everywhere then, turning her this way and that as his hands coursed over every inch of her beautiful form, her sweet blush burning bright the entire time. Once she was relaxed, even leaning into his touch, he pulled back, patting his thigh.
“Over my lap, girl.”
Her mouth dropped open, confusion in her eyes. “I can’t take more. I’m so sore.”
“You’ll always be spanked before I take you, Amity. Get used to it. We both know you’ve done enough to deserve more, don’t we? But your paddling’s enough for now — if you’re good.” He dipped his chin. “Now, down.”
“So not fair,” she whispered as she clambered over his thighs, her arms reaching for the floor.
“When you agreed to this, you said goodbye to ‘fair.’” He adjusted her hips, raising her bottom up a bit and further lowering her head. “There we go, much better.”
Her soft buttocks almost vibrated with tension, the muscles alive with her fear, her anxiety at what was to come. She was blessed with broad, but still firm buttocks, a bottom one usually didn’t see until a woman was more mature. An ass made for his passions, lush, soft, vulnerable.
It was the first time he’d thought of her in those stark terms, but it felt good, felt right — even as he knew there wasn’t much right about this entire mess. Desire never played within the strict bounds of logic or propriety, nor of right and wrong. It was forever striving, rebelling — and wanting more.
Dane’s cock was a pulsing, aching bar of need, pressed as it was to her naked hip, the object of his desire draped meekly over his thighs, the girl waiting, fearing, wanting.
Though he wanted nothing more than to give her a long, hard spanking, he wasn’t a cruel man.
I’m not sure she’d agree with that assessment, Dane.
Her buttocks were still swollen, and very red, a thick band of darker marks congesting the skin along the lower curves of her bottom. She’d have some nice bruising from the paddle.
Rather than spank her though, he gave her a light tap with a palm, then a soft squeeze, knowing just that would be plenty uncomfortable. He fondled her bottom, kneading those soft buttocks in his hands, then tapping her a little harder, drawing a tiny gasp from Amity. He spread her bottom cheeks apart, and she let out a low whine, squeezing against his grip.
“You know better than that,” he rumbled at her, giving one cheek a sharp slap, making her cry out. “You hide nothing from me, Amity. When you’re being spanked or examined or touched, you submit to it quietly, obediently. Most of all, you do not clench that bottom. Understand?”
He watched her struggle with it, with that submission to his demands, the sight so sweet, he never wanted it to end. Her buttocks went soft in his hands again, and he cooed his approval at her as he drew them wide open, exposing the dark anus, the perineum, the bright wetness at her sex. He circled that tiny, tight opening with his finger, teasing it, a promise of things to come. He wondered if she’d ever been taken there, or if he’d be her first. If things went as planned, he’d soon have her trained to crave being taken there, wanting that dark surrender that came with submitting that most private of places to the lusts of the man who held dominion over her body.
Dane circled his hands over her bottom in earnest now, feeling the heat of her punished skin, pleased to see her stay still for it. He knew even his touch hurt, but he also knew it awoke more than pain within her, her desire warring with it. He paused to ease her thighs further apart, the tips of his fingers gliding between the swollen lips of her sex, testing the arousal building within her, filling the room with the rich scent of her surrender. She moaned as he circled the hard bud of her clit, tapping it gently in time with three more light slaps to her bottom. He gathered her moisture, slicking her inner thighs with it, then squeezing her reddened buttocks again, enjoying the wobble of her generous flesh as he slapped them back and forth, his wet fingers leaving spots of glistening wetness on her soft skin at each blow.
Grasping her far cheek in his hand, he wrenched it away from its twin, and she stiffened over his lap. He plunged two fingers into her, and she moaned again as he found the firm, smooth cervix deep inside.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered, her voice almost a hiss.
Knowing she was particularly sensitive there, he played fingertips over the mouth of her womb, back and forth, until her hips gave a little buck.
“I want you quiet for this, Amity. Be a good girl. Very quiet now.”
He clasped her hip more firmly, searching for the spots on her bottom that didn’t yet have the color he desired, and smacking them until she squirmed and her skin flushed the required shade of red.
Then he let her lie still as he caressed the heat of her punished buttocks, easing his fingers up and down through her burning, sodden cleft, amazed at how wet she’d become from his treatment of her.
Dane loved this moment, when his woman had surrendered, her body — if not her mind — ready, open for whatever her Master intended for her next. He let the tension build, knowing her keen mind, her active imagination would already be going round and round, the worry of what he had planned for her, spiraling her anxiety, her anticipation yet higher.
He opened his legs and let her slide to her knees.
“Hands behind your back, girl.”
She complied quickly, and he caressed her cheek as she looked up at him, her eyes tear-bright, the pupils wide, her wet pink lips bitten a swollen, alluring red. He said nothing as he looked down upon her, his fingers working open his fly, finally freeing the tortured length of his cock. He wrapped a fist about the base, the pleasure of it making him shudder. Her gaze dropped to it and her eyes went wide.
“Oh my God…”
He fisted a hand in her long, dark hair, pulling her head up a little, making her wince.
“If you’re good next time, I’ll let you take it in your mouth.” He smiled again as she licked her lips. “But tonight, just a kiss, Amity.”
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