The Doctor's Little Girl (15 page)

“I love you, too, daddy,” Molly told him. Then she crawled over his lap. She grabbed a cushion and snuggled it like a stuffed animal, pressing it close to her face. She hadn’t bothered to get dressed all day, and was still wearing the pink panties and nightshirt that Andrew had dressed her in the night before, when he had brought her home from the office after her exam.

“Do you need a spanking, little girl?” Andrew asked lovingly. “Something about your positioning right now suggests you might.”

Molly giggled and wiggled her bottom. “Yes! I need my bottom spanked. A yummy one, please!” she requested.

“A yummy one?” her daddy asked. “What does that mean?”

“Not too hard,” Molly explained. “Just so it feels nice.”

Andrew’s tone got stern for a moment. “Molly, who gets to decide how hard you get spanked?” he asked.

Molly frowned. “Well, if I’m in trouble…” she began to explain.

Andrew shook his head. “No. Who does your bottom belong to, little girl?” he asked.

His words made Molly’s pussy clench for a moment. The concept of belonging to Andrew made her inevitably get wet. “It belongs to you, daddy,” she whispered.

“That’s right, Molly,” her daddy said. “Every single inch of you belongs to me, doesn’t it?” Molly nodded. “I get to decide how hard you get spanked, just like I get to decide how hard you get fucked, and I get to decide when you cum.”

Andrew raised his hand and began to spank Molly’s bottom. She was shocked by how hard the first smack was. It felt harder than any spanking he had ever given her before, even the belting he had bent her over the back of the couch for. “Owwwww!” Molly cried out.

“I have to prove my point to you,” he told her with the next smack, just as hard on the opposite side of her panty-covered bottom. “I decide how hard you get spanked. Not you.” He added another five firm swats to her bottom, then grabbed her panties and pulled them down all the way to her knees.

“Daddddddddy!” she wailed. She hadn’t meant to invite a hard spanking. She had only wanted something cuddly. It seemed horribly unfair. Still, whether she wanted it or not, her daddy was raining hard, searing smacks down on her now bare bottom. Soon, she was kicking and pounding her fists against the sofa. “Nooooooo,” she wailed.

“I’ve warned you about telling me ‘no’ before,” her daddy admonished. He punctuated his point with two very hard swats to the backs of her thighs. Molly had never been spanked there before, and she wasn’t expecting the smacks to burn so badly. The pain was deeper, feeling harsher without the protective padding of her round bottom. She wailed.

“I’m sorry, daddy!” she insisted. Andrew didn’t seem affected by her pleas. He simply picked up the pace, wrapping one arm around her waist to pin her in place as he peppered her backside with smacks. “Ow! Ow! Owwwwwwwwwwwwww!” she wailed.

Each swat was blending into the next, becoming a constant wave of pain across her bottom. Likewise, her cries began to blend together, becoming one, long wail. Just when she thought she was about to burst into tears, it stopped. Molly lay still, attempting to catch her breath as Andrew gently rubbed her bottom.

“Who does your bottom belong to?” he asked again.

“To you, daddy,” she said, feeling very certain that this was true.

“Who decides how hard you get spanked?”

“You do, and only you,” she whimpered.

“And what does my little girl say after she gets punished?” he asked, gently moving his hand between her legs to feel the wetness that the spanking had brought there.

“Thank you for punishing me, sir,” Molly whispered, the final word turning to a moan as Andrew inserted his finger into her pussy.

“Good girl,” he said, rewarding her by gently moving his finger back and forth. “If I didn’t know better,” he said with a smile, “I would think that was a pretty yummy spanking for you.”

Molly smiled. “Welllllll, just belonging to you is yummy itself,” she admitted.

“You like it when I remind you that you’re mine, don’t you?” Andrew asked.

Molly nodded, still enjoying the feeling of his finger moving inside her.

“I think it’s time I took my little girl again, seeing as I can do that whenever it pleases me.”

* * *

Andrew let Molly off his lap, then got up from the sofa. He instructed her to strip and to wait for him. He quickly climbed the stairs, once again feeling a sense of urgency caused by his rock-hard erection. In his bedroom, he opened a drawer in his dresser and pulled out a small black bag. He picked it up and carried it with him as he quickly descended the stairs, returning to where his little girl was waiting. Molly was sitting on the sofa fully undressed. Her legs were spread open, and she was gently stroking her pussy, although not really masturbating.

“What are you doing, baby?” he asked, coming up behind her. Molly jumped, obviously not expecting Andrew to have come back so quickly. She shut her legs quickly.

“Nothing, daddy,” she told him, playing innocent.

“I’ve just finished spanking you,” he reminded her. “Don’t fib to me or I’ll do it again.”

A little pink crossed Molly’s face, returning it to what Andrew thought of as her default state.

“I like to feel warm there,” Molly explained.

Andrew raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“I like it when my pussy feels warm,” she explained. “I like to spread myself open when I’m taking a hot bath, or to feel the sun through my swimsuit when I’m sunbathing.”

The thought of Molly spreading herself in the bath or opening her legs wantonly while at the beach made Andrew’s cock twitch as it grew even harder. If he didn’t have doctorly responsibilities, Andrew figured he could just spend all day every day making love to this girl. Everything about her made him horny, and his cock constantly longed to be inside her.

“So, are you spreading yourself so you can feel the heat of the fire on your pussy now?” he asked. The idea that this might feel nice to her had never crossed his mind before, but it did make perfect sense. The heat would draw blood to her sensitive parts, increasing her arousal.

“Yes, daddy,” Molly said. “The fireplace is making my pussy feel nice.”

Andrew sat down next to her, gently rubbing her clit for her. “Does this make your pussy feel nice, too?” he asked.

“Mmmmm,” Molly moaned. “Yes, that makes my pussy feel nice.”

Andrew looked down at her pretty pink pussy. It did indeed look warm. He couldn’t help but give it a little smack.

Molly didn’t gasp with pain this time, but instead moaned, “Ohhhhh.” A moment later she whispered, “Will you do it again?”

Andrew was happy to oblige her, and began to give her pussy a series of gentle swats. As she took each one without protest, he began to ramp up the intensity. Even though he was soon smacking her little parts quite hard, she responded only by writhing and making moans that practically sounded like purrs. After a few minutes, he realized that he could probably make her cum this way, just like he had given her an orgasm by cupping her pussy when he spanked her.

“You’re a horny little girl, aren’t you?” he whispered, leaning in close to do so and making his words tickle her ear.

“Your horny little girl,” she answered. He massaged her clit, drawing circle after circle on it with his index finger.

“Does my horny little girl want to cum?” he inquired. Molly nodded.

“Oh, yes, please let me cum!” she whimpered, writhing under his touch. He raised his hand and smacked it down hard on her pussy again.

“No,” he said.

Molly looked up at her, shaken from whatever blissful place she had been floating in. “No?” she asked, her voice sounding horribly disappointed.

“No,” he reaffirmed. “Yesterday, when I examined you, I spent a good long time playing with your little bottom hole, didn’t I?” he asked.

Molly hardly seemed to follow what Andrew was saying to her. “Yes…” she muttered.

Andrew stopped playing with her pussy, and Molly’s hand instinctively wandered down there to take over. The doctor grabbed both her hands and pinned them over her head.

“I have something else that I want to use to play with your bottom hole,” he told her, “and you aren’t allowed to cum until it’s filled with it.” Molly looked up him with great concern.

“What is it?” she wanted to know.

Andrew let her wrists go and grabbed the bag he had brought with him from upstairs. Inside, it held a glass butt plug. It wasn’t tiny, but it wasn’t enormous either. He knew that it was big enough that it would make Molly’s bottom feel very full, and that was what he wanted. He pulled it out and held it up for Molly to see.

“Tonight, you’re not allowed to cum unless this is in your bottom hole,” he told her.

Molly whimpered. “That looks big, daddy. It’s so much wider than anything you’ve put there before. I don’t think my little bottom could take that.”

“I know that you can, little girl,” Andrew told her. “Remember that I examined you very thoroughly. I know your body just as well as you do now, and I know that you can take this for me.”

“Nooooo,” Molly protested. “It’s too big.”

“Fine,” her daddy said, going back to rubbing her between her legs, taking great care to arouse her as much as he could. “I guess you don’t want to cum tonight, then.” Molly beat her fists against the sofa, clearly overwhelmed with the pleasure that Andrew was giving her without the prospect of a release. “I, however, do.” He removed his hand again. “Roll over and stick that bottom up.”

* * *

Molly could not believe what Andrew was telling her. Between the spanking she had gotten, all the attentions Andrew had given her with his fingers, the heat of the fireplace, and the all the smacks to her pussy, she was so horny that she about to burst. Now, her daddy was suggesting that she would have to take his cock without orgasming. The idea seemed impossible. Still, she didn’t want to admit defeat and accept the butt plug. She knew that she could take it, but the girth of it intimidated her. Besides, now that she had said no, she was feeling stubborn, and she couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to be fucked while her bottom was filled with the plug.

When she didn’t immediately obey Andrew’s command, he gave her a hard look. “Do I need to take my belt off?” he threatened.

Molly quickly turned over onto her tummy, thrusting her bottom high into the air. Andrew responded by unzipping his pants, pulling out his cock, and thrusting it deep into her pussy. Molly felt the heat and swelling in her grow even stronger as Andrew pounded her from behind, his body making contact with her sore, spanked bottom. He grabbed her by the hips and shoved her back and forth, growling with pleasure as he took his little girl. Molly could hardly stand it. His cock felt so good as it thrust back and forth in her.

“Please may I cum, daddy?” she begged. “Pleaaaaasse?”

“No,” Andrew told her again. It was a no-nonsense, cut-and-dried denial of her strongest desire.

“But daddy, I have to!” she whimpered. “I have to!”

“What did I say you had to do in order to be allowed to cum tonight?” Andrew asked, reaching a hand around to stimulate her further as he continued to take her hard.

Molly put her head down on the cushion as she realized she was going to have to acquiesce.

“You said that I had to have the plug in my bottom,” she told him.

“That’s right. And you said no to me, after I’ve told you time and time again about not doing that, didn’t you?”

Molly let out a whine as she fought to control herself and keep her orgasm at bay. “But I want it now! I want to cum! I’ll take it!” she pleaded desperately.

“Yeah?” Andrew asked, his cock pulsing in her, aroused by her begging.

“Yes! Please, please fill my bottom up with the plug!”

Molly was mortified to be asking for something she had just insisted that she didn’t want, but she didn’t care. She knew that Andrew had figured that she wasn’t really opposed to the idea and was just being stubborn anyway, but it was still humbling to beg for the thing she had only minutes before been begging not to get.

Andrew pulled out of her for a moment as he grabbed the plug and quickly lubricated it. Then, without so much as a finger to warm her up, he thrust it into her tight little hole. It filled her quickly and suddenly, making her let out a little shriek. It didn’t really hurt, but the sensation was sudden and surprising. It was only a moment before Andrew had stuck his cock back into her and was continuing to take what was his. Feeling both of her holes filled wasn’t as scary as Molly imagined it would be. It filled her with absolute ecstasy, and she could only last for a few moments.

“I can cum now, right?” she asked. Andrew could hardly tell her that she could before the sensations which she had been keeping at bay for so long overtook her and she once again found herself awash in pleasure, fireworks exploding behind her eyes. She came hard, grinding herself against Andrew’s cock. It was that motion that pushed Andrew over his limit, and soon she heard him groan and shudder as he pulled her closer, pumping her full of semen.

When he could finally speak again, Andrew leaned down close to Molly and whispered in her ear, “You’re the best little girl in the whole world.”

* * *

For Andrew, returning to work on Monday meant returning to his usual routine after two days of domestic bliss, but it also meant getting back to gathering information about the Mialis situation. He spent all of his free moments between seeing patients on the phone, completing the list of calls that he wanted to make before he felt he had enough information to file a report with Questru. He also wrote up a flier explaining that Mialis was a potentially dangerous drug that was not approved by the FDA for people under the age of eighteen for any reason, nor at any age as a weight-loss aid. He included information about healthy weight maintenance and a reference chart citing the results of Mialis’ trials and the disturbing rate of heart issues. He asked Samantha and Molly to fax the flier to the local schools.