Her Doctor's Orders (11 page)

“Hold this gown up, please, Miss Jackson,” Levi said, and Kendra obeyed. Being called Miss Jackson—that was at the core of it. Miss Jackson had to show Dr. Hunter her pussy, because Dr. Hunter knew how to take care of pussies. The thought itself made her whimper, as she felt her pussy clench, right there in front of Levi’s eyes.

“Don’t worry, Miss Jackson,” Levi said. “Your response, though rather extreme, is perfectly normal and healthy. Young women frequently become aroused when a medical professional conducts their examination.”

Kendra watched him sit on the little stool, watched him wheel the stool closer, watched him lean his head forward…

“Oh, God… oh… um, Doctor? Isn’t that…” He had two fingers inside her pussy, and was licking fiercely at her clit.

Levi stopped licking, but continued the wicked action of his fingers. “You find this irregular, Miss Jackson? Let me assure you that a good doctor must make sure that a girl’s erotic responsiveness is everything it should be. How could a young woman such as yourself please a man, which is of course what I know you long to do with this lucky doctor of whom you are enamored, unless you were able to feel pleasure yourself?”

He returned to the licking for a while, until Kendra’s cries grew almost frantic. Then, suddenly, his tongue and hand deserted her.

“This is going to feel a little chilly, Miss Jackson,” Levi said, and then the speculum arrived—the feeling like no other, that once Kendra had experienced for the first time, when she had taken herself to the gynecologist at the age of eighteen because her mother had kept promising but always forgetting, she knew she would remember forever because of the mingled revulsion and secret, deviant-feeling arousal she had felt when she thought about it later.

Kendra moaned at the shameful feeling as she watched Levi looking up inside her down there. She felt horribly embarrassed, of course—bad enough to be exposed on the outside!—but she also got even hotter and wetter down there at Levi’s authoritative commandeering of her pussy. Her lover—her doctor—wanted to see inside her pussy, and he was going to do it whether Kendra liked it or not.

“Well,” Levi said, “you’re just as pretty on the inside, Miss Jackson.” Kendra almost laughed, but Levi had said it in the tone of a clinician, the way a doctor will compliment a girl’s appearance almost ironically in order to calm her down, and cover over the technical details of what he observes.

The speculum left her, and she felt Levi kissing her again, there, and she moaned, but then his fingers moved lower, and without warning invaded her bottom, so that she cried out in protest and began to squirm. She loved the feeling, yes, but something in her wanted to resist him, to protest, because resistance seemed to make the feeling even more delicious.

“Miss Jackson!” Levi said. “Hold still. I am a doctor, and when I need to examine your rectum, I will examine your rectum. I think we may need a different position, so that I can complete the examination without your interfering with it.”

He took her feet out of the stirrups and removed them from the table. Then he helped Kendra off the table, as she looked into his face, loving the way he seemed to pass from moment to moment from boyfriend to doctor and back.

“Stand at the end of the table,” Levi said, “and bend over all the way, leaning on your elbows.” He moved his stool back and sat on it again while Kendra complied. Now she could see only the white, crinkly paper on the exam table as she felt Levi’s hands opening her bottom and then, with the speculum, her poor little bottom hole, making her gasp, and then moan as he accompanied the examination with a soothing, tormenting caress to her clit and her pussy.

“Oh, my God! Doctor… oh, God… Doctor… Doctor!” was all Kendra could manage to say. The feeling of the gown, opened by her doctor, her Levi, at the back, so that he could examine her as he pleased, enjoy her as he pleased… the pleasure and the shame… Kendra began to come, screaming at the pleasure.

Levi pulled the speculum out, and Kendra heard him dropping his pants, and then he began to thrust inside her with his warm wonderful cock, taking her as she had always longed to be taken, from behind, gripping her hips inside her hospital gown and riding her hard. With each thrust, he drove Kendra against the examination table, and she felt it shake under her, wondering if her elbows could take it, so fiercely did he drive into her.

“Oh, Kendra, sweetheart, I love you,” he said. He caressed her bottom, her thighs; he worked his right hand underneath and rubbed her clit. “Oh, wow—you’re so nice and tight, sweetheart,” he gasped. “Your pussy feels so good on my cock. I’m not going to last.” He thrust faster and faster, and his breathing became labored with the pleasure Kendra knew her pretty little pussy gave him.

She felt something build inside her then, and she cried, “Ah… Levi! I’m… I’m going to come again… oh, God!” And she did come again, to her amazement, just as Levi did, his strong hips spasming against her bottom cheeks. Her whole body shuddered violently—so violently that she thought she might even throw Levi off her, for his own orgasm seemed to freeze all his muscles and center all the violent activity in his body into the pulsing of his cock, which felt warm and alive inside her.

They were completely still for long seconds. Kendra’s breathing finally calmed down enough that she could say, “Oh, Levi… that was…”

Levi chuckled, and she felt his body still trembling with the aftermath of his orgasm. “I would say that was incredible—Miss Jackson,” he said.

* * *

Kendra went off to work that night with a sparkle in her eye. Things seemed to get better and better as that week went on, too; Chloe started an exercise program that made her feel much saner—she didn’t even tease Kendra as much. Kendra got used to curling up in Levi’s bed, and used to making love in the morning after breakfast and before Levi had to run to the office. The plans to go back to school were coming along, and Kendra realized that she didn’t have to fake enthusiasm for them as she picked the courses she would take to start what would certainly be a long path toward her degree.

On Monday, they found Kendra a truck that had seen better days, but could definitely get her to the Seven reliably.

Wednesday morning, Levi had a surprise for her. When he woke her up, Kendra thought he was going to tell her that breakfast was ready, but instead he said, standing next to her side of his bed, “I think you need a spanking.”

“What?” she asked, the sleepiness fading away instantly in her alarm. She sat up in bed. “What did I do?” The strangest part was that even though she didn’t want a spanking, she kind of liked him telling her she needed one.

Levi kissed her. “Not that kind of spanking,” he said.

“Oh.” Kendra didn’t understand, but her love for him seemed to grow the more he brought her along this lovely new path of being a couple, where Levi knew what lay ahead, told her about it, and helped her figure out the best way forward.

“I’ll show you,” he said, sitting down on the bed.

“Dr. Hunter,” Kendra said, really looking at him for the first time that morning, “are you naked?”

“What if I am, Miss Jackson?”

“Well…”

“Really, I think you should probably be naked too, don’t you? Why don’t you take off your T-shirt and panties?”

“Is it going to hurt, Levi?” Trepidation crept into her voice, at the thought of being naked for the spanking, just like when he had punished her for lying to him.

“Not in a way you won’t like—I promise. Now get those clothes off, or I really will have to punish you.”

He said it with a smile in his voice, and Kendra giggled and obeyed. When her T-shirt and panties lay on the bed in a little heap, Levi patted his naked lap, where Kendra could see that his beautiful cock was quite hard. “Get over my lap now, little girl.”

Kendra felt a naughty thrill go through her, sparking out from her pussy, which never seemed to be able to stay dry when her hunky doctor’s cock was in view.

“Yes, Dr. Hunter,” she said, and crawled over to lay herself down over her hunky doctor’s muscular thighs, loving the feeling of his manhood pushing up against her tummy.

“Spread those legs nice and wide for me, Miss Jackson.”

“Oh.” That was different. As she spread her knees, she felt Levi’s hand come down to take firm control of her pussy. “Oh!”

He controlled her there, he attacked her there, gently but oh, so dominantly. It felt like less than a second before she started to moan wildly. “Oh, God, Levi… oh, please…”

Then the hand was gone, and he gave her a spank with it—really a rather hard one. The sting of it, though, somehow didn’t feel painful; it seemed to add to the pleasure that still radiated from her clenching pussy even though his hand had deserted it.

He spanked her again, on the other cheek, and then his hand returned to her pussy, and she didn’t moan, but rather positively cried out at how the sting of the spanks had somehow multiplied the arousal he forced on her clitoris with his three middle fingers.

“Are you going to come, Miss Jackson?” Levi asked softly.

“Oh, God… yes…”

“Not yet you aren’t,” he replied, and took his hand away, and spanked her three times hard on her sit spot.

“Do you see what I mean about it not hurting, sweetheart?”

“Please… Levi… please let me come.” Kendra was panting, but instead of returning his hand to her pussy he began to spank her in a slow rhythm, giving each spank the chance to build its sensation, and alternating between her cheeks and her upper thighs.

“Oh, God… Levi…”

He spanked her pussy, not very hard, but hard enough so that she recognized the sensation as one that should have been painful. Kendra didn’t think she’d ever felt anything so wonderful or so terrible.

“Levi… please, oh… please.”

“Please what?”

She knew what she really wanted, then. “Please fuck me. From behind, like at the doctor’s office.”

“Naughty girl,” Levi said, and spanked her three times on each cheek. “Alright, you’re a good girl too, so get ready. Get that bottom nice and high for me.”

Kendra crawled off his lap, resisting the urge to kneel in front of Levi and give him a spontaneous blowjob, because she needed to feel him fucking her that way again. She put her face to the sheet and raised her bottom over spread knees, loving how wanton it made her feel.

Almost instantly, Levi was there behind her. He put his feet on the bed on either side of Kendra’s knees. Kendra wondered for a very brief moment why it seemed so incredibly dominant when he put his feet on his bed to fuck her, but then Levi’s cock began to push into her, hard, and her mind could only experience and not think.

“Don’t come, Kendra,” he said, as he took firm hold of her hips and started a rhythm that made Kendra feel like nothing existed but Levi and Levi’s cock and her pussy.

He had aroused her too much, though, with the spanking. Kendra simply didn’t know how not to come when she felt him pounding her backside and awakening the little bit of sting left from his hand.

Her hands curled into fists and she shouted out, knowing she was turning bright red especially in the parts that weren’t tanned, and that there was no way of pretending that she wasn’t coming, and coming, and coming, while Levi fucked her and said “Naughty, Miss Jackson. Very naughty of you.”

He thrust faster, and said in a thick voice, “I think I’m going to have to spank you again very soon, Miss Jackson, to teach you a stern lesson.” The words ended in a grunt, and Kendra whimpered because the feeling in her pussy seemed even more intense than it had before her orgasm. Levi’s right hand reached down and grasped her shoulder, and she felt like her whole body belonged to him, just to use, and then his cock pulsed inside of her, and he groaned and held her against him as his body shook into his climax.

After they had disengaged and were lying facing one another, still panting from the effort, Kendra whispered, “I was very naughty, wasn’t I?”

Levi smiled. “Yes, sweetheart, I’m afraid you were.”

“And I need another spanking, don’t I?”

“Definitely.”

“Tomorrow?”

Levi laughed.

Chapter Eleven

Kendra watched at least one classic foreign film from Levi’s collection every day. The dream she had the Thursday after they had played in the doctor’s office probably came from having watching
Throne of Blood
that afternoon while she waited for Levi to come home so that they could have dinner together before she went to work in her new (used) truck.

It was the night her mother had got into the accident. Kendra was in her room getting ready to leave for California. But instead of saying “Have a good time,” Kendra called down the stairs, “Get killed, okay?” Then, in the dream, she realized what she had said and rushed downstairs to apologize, but her mother had already left. She realized that she didn’t want to apologize because she felt bad, though, but because she knew you shouldn’t say things like that.

While in the dream, Kendra considered what she had said and watched out the door, and then the next events unfolded with minute clarity: her mom pulled the car out, accelerated it instantly to a hundred miles an hour, and slammed it into a telephone pole. The car exploded, and Kendra woke up, screaming.

In the darkness of Levi’s bedroom, she could still see only the flames shooting up from the car in her dream, and feel only the crushing weight of guilt descending upon her, feel that it was all Kendra’s fault. Then she felt Levi’s arms around her, pulling her against him, warming her, holding her.

“Just a dream,” he murmured sleepily. “Shh, sweetheart. Just a dream.”

“I wanted her to die,” Kendra said, crying. “I wanted her to die.”

“You didn’t. I know it feels like you did, but you didn’t. You couldn’t.”

“But…”

“Yes, there was a part of you that hated her, that wanted her gone. But think, Kendra. Did you really want her to die?”

Kendra sobbed against his chest. Oh, God, he was right. “No,” she said. “But… that’s almost worse, isn’t it? I mean, if I really do love her, how can I be so mean to her?”