The Doctor's Little Girl (8 page)

“Hey, little girl, what’s the matter?” Andrew’s voice asked, his tone soft and gentle.

Again, Molly didn’t say anything, she just kept crying.

“Molly,” he said again, his voice a little firmer, “tell me what’s going on.”

Molly shook her head. “I’m stupid,” she muttered. “I’m sorry I’m crying. I’m sorry I’m so dumb and I act like this.”

Andrew sighed deeply. “You’re not dumb, Molly. You’re just a sensitive little girl. That’s okay. Rebecca didn’t meant to set you off. She was just trying to be nice.”

Molly peeked out of her ball angrily. “No, she wasn’t,” she accused bitterly. “She was teasing me. She was making fun of me like everyone always has.”

Andrew sat down next to Molly on the table and forced her onto his lap. She struggled for a moment but soon acquiesced and cuddled into him. She couldn’t stop crying.

“Why do you think that Rebecca was making fun of you, Molly?” he asked.

Molly didn’t think, she knew, but she didn’t want to argue with Andrew. She was surprised by his patience with her so far and didn’t want to push it.

“She was asking me if I knew how to iron, because my clothes always look wrinkly, I guess,” she tried to explain. “People always made fun of the way I looked.”

“What did people make fun of you for?” Dr. Harrington asked, sweetly and not accusing in the least.

“Because I was poor and my mom is crazy, so she could never take care of me right, so I always looked like…” she hesitated with the word and then blurted out “trash.”

It felt bitter in her mouth and made her tears renew themselves. As Andrew held her, she confided all the things that she tried never to tell anyone to him. She talked about how her father sold drugs and how he had been arrested when she was a little girl, and how his arrest had pushed her unstable mother over the edge with her emotional issues. It left her withdrawn and depressed, forcing Molly to take care of herself from an early age.

She talked about how her classmates had mocked her and how she had never made real connections with anyone, and how desperately alone she had always felt. She told him that her mother had eventually had to be put away in a mental hospital after a suicide attempt and that she remained there, and that her father had never tried to make contact with her after getting released from prison.

She couldn’t believe that she was telling him all this, but she especially couldn’t believe that he kept holding onto her and calmly stroking her hair as she spoke. When she finished, Andrew held her quietly for a moment. “Do you still like me?” she asked, entirely unsure of what the answer would be.

“Of course I still like you, little girl,” he told her with a laugh. “I knew that there was something in your past that you didn’t want to talk about. It doesn’t make you any less of a person. It doesn’t make me care about you any less.”

Molly looked up at him, her eyes wide. “Promise?” she asked.

“I promise,” he told her.

“And you don’t think I’m stupid for running away and crying for no reason?” she wanted to know.

Andrew didn’t seem to mind her need for reassurance. “No, I don’t think you’re stupid.” He glanced at his watch. “I do think that lunch is almost over, though,” he said. “Do you think you can get yourself cleaned up and go back to work?”

Molly nodded. Her tears had already started to dry.

“That’s my good girl,” Andrew said with a smile as he gave her another hug.

Molly took a moment to pull herself together. She was hanging on the word ‘my’ in the last sentence that Dr. Harrington had said to her. Was she his girl? The thought seemed dreamy. She wanted nothing more than to belong to him, whatever, exactly, that meant.

She got up and rinsed her face off in the exam room’s sink before heading out to tidy up in a bathroom with a mirror. Everything felt lighter, like she had just set down a heavy backpack she’d been lugging around for a long time.
His,
she thought to herself again with a smile.
What a wonderful thought.

Chapter Four

The night after Molly’s outburst at work, Andrew felt a little unsure about what to do next. Really, he had always had a special place in his heart for Molly. It was obvious. He wouldn’t have given her his card at the airport in the first place if there wasn’t something about the girl that tugged at his heartstrings. The more he got to know her, the more he wanted to take care of her. Now that he knew what a wounded little girl she was on the inside, all that he wanted was to nurture her, to make her feel loved and comforted and to give her the security she had never had. But in addition to needing comfort and affection, Molly obviously needed and craved stern discipline. Those boundaries and rules gave her the structure that she so required.

The only thing that Andrew wanted to do tonight was to wrap Molly up in his arms and cuddle her, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that she needed both his tenderness and his firmness in her vulnerable state. When nine o’clock came, he walked into the living room to find Molly curled up on the sofa watching TV. She was playing with the tassels on a blanket idly.

“Molly,” Andrew said, sounding unbending but not chastising, “I’ve decided that you need to have an early bedtime tonight. Come upstairs with me, please.”

Molly looked up at his hesitantly. “Am I in trouble?” she asked nervously.

Andrew shook his head. “No. You aren’t in trouble. I’m just going to give you something that you need. Now come on,” he told her, beckoning her forward with his hand.

She followed him up the stairs to her bedroom.

“Show me where you keep your pajamas,” he instructed.

Molly silently pointed to one of the drawers in the bureau near the window. Andrew got up and opened the drawer. Things were stuffed into it instead of being folded, but Andrew knew that now was not the right time to call her out on that. Instead he sifted through the drawer until he found a pair of cute, girlish pajamas: pink polka-dotted shorts with lace trim and a white tank top. He set them on the bed and gestured for Molly to stand up. She did what he wanted her to, and Andrew stood her in front of him, taking a moment to look at her. He looked at her big eyes and her delicate, innocent features, then let his gaze move down to her body. She was absolutely adorable. There was just no denying this. Slowly and calmly, he began to unbutton the buttons on her blouse.

“What are you doing?” she asked. She didn’t sound worried, but simply curious, maybe intrigued by the proceedings.

“I’m getting my little girl ready for bed,” he told her. He finished undoing her buttons and then pulled her blouse off her shoulders, sliding it off her arms and then setting it aside. It revealed an off-white bra. It was simple and unpadded, more for modesty than anything else. Her perky breasts held themselves up, capturing Andrew’s attention through the soft cotton fabric. He reached behind Molly’s back and, with a practiced maneuver, unhooked her bra with one hand. Molly began to blush furiously. It was adorable to watch the redness bloom on her face, originating around her cheeks and spreading across her nose and ears. He smiled boldly, and gently brushed the tip of her nose with one finger.

He pulled the bra all the way off and set it with her shirt, then reached back and unzipped her skirt. The pencil skirts that Rebecca had picked out for Molly were professional, but because of the roundness of Molly’s backside, they clung to her, captivating Andrew’s eyes as she wandered around the office or house. Now that he had seen her bottom bare and red, the thought was never far from his mind. It took a little effort to wiggle the skirt over her butt, and Molly assisted him a little, swaying from side to side to encourage the fabric downwards.

Soon, Molly was standing before him only in her panties. Andrew gently rubbed her back for a second, feeling her smooth, milky skin. He looked at her panties. They were pale purple with white polka dots, and Molly looked sweet and innocent wearing them, but it was time for them to come off. He pulled them down and she instinctively stepped out of them. Her coyness and obedience, combined with her lithe, nude form, made his cock grow hard.

“Good girl,” he praised and Molly smiled slightly through her embarrassment. Andrew took a step back to enjoy the view, noticing that although it was warm in the room, Molly’s peachy nipples were rock hard. He was surprised to see that she didn’t try to cover herself with her hands. Instead, she kept them obediently at her sides, with only the flush on her face showing how much it embarrassed her to be stripped nude like this. “How does it feel to be naked in front of me?” Andrew asked.

Molly bit her lip, as if she was thinking of the right answer. “Vulnerable,” she finally said.

“Vulnerable,” Andrew repeated. “I like that answer. Are you embarrassed that I can see you?” he inquired.

Molly nodded.

“You’re mine to look at, little girl,” he told her. “I told you you were my little girl, and I meant it.”

Molly’s delicate face was a mixture of embarrassment, nervousness, and glee.

“I promise that I’m going to take care of you, Molly.” Molly couldn’t hold still any longer and she broke from her pose and hugged Andrew hard, slipping her arms under his and squeezing his chest instead of wrapping her arms around his neck. He felt her whole naked body close to him, and he stiffened even more at her touch. He held her, too, rubbing her back and shoulders tenderly. Finally, he pulled back.

“I’m going to give you a bedtime spanking, Molly. Not because you’ve done anything wrong, but because I think you need it. I think you need a very physical reminder of just how much I care for you, and I think you need that release. Do you understand?”

Molly chewed her lip nervously. “Yes, sir,” she whispered.

Andrew nodded. “Alright then,” he said, sitting down on the edge of her bed. “Over my lap.”

Molly walked over to Andrew’s side with tiny steps, but didn’t actually resist him in any way. He could see her take a deep breath before she slowly lowered herself across his knees. Once she was in position he delighted at the sight of her naked form resting over his lap, her toes just barely touching the floor and her head bowed in submission. A closer inspection of her bottom proved that it still bore a few light pink speckles from her first spanking last week, but that neither surprised nor concerned Andrew. “Why I am about to spank you, Molly?” Andrew asked.

“Because I need you to,” Molly answered after a moment, her voice barely audible with her head down.

Andrew rewarded her with a gentle rub on the bottom. “That’s right,” he told her. “I care about you, and I want you to have what you need.” Then he raised his hand and began to spank her.

* * *

Molly gasped as Andrew’s hand collided with her bottom. The pain was sharp and stinging, and it pulled her away from the daze she had been in a moment ago. The smack was immediately followed by another, and then another, and the heat began to build on Molly’s bare, exposed bottom.

“You’re a good, sweet little girl,” Andrew told her, his voice sounding far away, but gentle and compassionate. “I care about you. These are things that you need to know, and truly understand in your heart.”

He didn’t let up his pace, and was increasing the intensity of the swats. Molly took a deep breath, wiggling slightly over Andrew’s lap. “If I have to spank you every single day to get these things through to you, then I will. You’ll go to bed each and every night with a bright pink bottom.”

At the moment, the thought didn’t seem like such a bad idea to Molly. Her first spanking had hurt terribly, and Andrew’s scolding words had cut to her core, making her feel chastised and repentant for her behavior. Yet now, after their intimate moment as he had undressed her, in her vulnerable, nude state, with these affectionate affirmations instead of a lecture, she felt different. Molly found that each smack, no matter how hard, hurt less and less, like something in her brain was mixing the signals.

She felt warm, yes, and each little jolt of pain was clearly pain, but she had trouble focusing on anything other than the wetness growing between her legs. She was sure she was making a wet spot on Andrew’s pants.

“You’re mine to look after and to take care of, and I’ll do whatever I think it takes to get through to you,” Andrew continued. “You can see now that spankings can be a punishment or a reward.” Molly could hear the smile in his voice, and it made her feel even more embarrassed about her uncontrollable arousal. “But there are also many other ways that I can punish you, and other things good girls get that I think you might want.”

He stopped spanking for a moment to gently run his finger across Molly’s pussy, and she trembled at his touch, subconsciously opening her legs, inviting him to explore. His hand didn’t linger there, though, and he returned to spanking her, increasing the intensity and speed yet again. She strained her mind to imagine Andrew’s other possible punishments, but wasn’t able to focus on anything else too much at the moment. Just the hard smack of his hand against her tender, hot flesh. He began to spank her lower on her bottom, but instead of a painful focus on the area where thighs and bottom met, he delivered a few swats with his hand cupped over her pussy, making a much duller sound as the air created a pocket of vibration there. Molly moaned.

“Please, please, do that again!” she whimpered.

Andrew chuckled, spanking her bottom cheeks again instead. “Oh, you liked that, little girl?” he teased.

Molly nodded vigorously. “Yes, sir.” Her voice was desperate as she craved to feel the sensation again. Her pussy was swollen with arousal and she couldn’t keep still, attempting to grind herself against the doctor’s leg without success. “Please,” she begged. “Please!” Her body felt hot all over, the burning in her bottom combining with the heat of arousal in her pussy to send her overboard. She kicked her legs frantically. “Pleaaaaaaassssseeeeee,” she breathed out.

Andrew finally gave into her pleading and returned to spanking her over her pussy. The vibration and the air there did something she couldn’t explain, and she felt the muscles in her legs growing tighter with each swat. She grabbed a pillow off the head of the bed and held it close to her, biting into it to keep from yelping too much as the sensations overtook her.