Chapter 3
M ark was in awe of how Jenna was responding to her examination so far.
He’d had a feeling about her from her profile alone, but the way she had reacted to him during their dinner together had confirmed that Jenna was exactly the kind of girl he had been searching for.
She was smart and quick witted, but she seemed to take comfort in the fact that he didn’t hesitate to make decisions for her.
And her gorgeous body was responding to his touch and his words perfectly.
Seeing her now, trembling, bare except for her black panties, her eyes showing a combination of shame and lust, it was nearly impossible not to free his rock-hard cock from his scrubs right then and there and fuck her tight holes one after the other.
All in due time.
For now, he had her “naughty behavior” to deal with, and he could tell by her blush and the clench of her thighs that it was perhaps his strictness she was responding to most of all.
“Have you ever been spanked before, Jenna?” he asked, and he could tell instantly from her look that she hadn’t.
Jenna scrunched her nose up, as if deep in thought. “I was with a guy once who was into that, I think. He used to smack my ass a few times whenever we had sex,” she answered almost proudly, as if she had one-upped him by knowing about one of his kinks.
Mark smiled. She hadn’t struck him as a virgin, but she also came off as a girl who was trying to sound more experienced than she was in reality. Now it was time to have a little fun with her inexperience.
He dragged a straight-backed, armless chair in front of the exam table, then offered Jenna his hand. She took it, and he helped her to hop down from the table before he sat in the chair, guiding her to stand in front of him. He took both of her hands in his.
“Let me explain to you what’s about to happen, my naughty patient.
” Jenna’s eyes lowered, and he used a finger to lift her chin until she made eye contact before continuing.
“When you’re naughty during your exam, or really anytime when you’re around me, I’m going to take you over my knee.
I’m going to pull down your little panties, and I’m going to spank your beautiful bottom until it’s bright pink.
Maybe sometimes even bright red if you’ve been a very bad girl. ”
He heard Jenna’s sharp intake of breath, then she smiled coyly. “Is this like a role play?”
“Do you think a spanking from me is going to sting quite a bit more than the few smacks on the ass you’ve gotten during sex before?” he asked, ignoring her question.
He watched several emotions play out on her face. First shock, then confusion, then a hint of what he could have sworn was lust before she settled on anger.
“What the fuck … you’re actually going to spank me? Don’t you think that’s a little much?” she said, her face flushed.
“You can pretend all you want. I can see the arousal soaking through your panties.”
Jenna blushed bright red. “Fuck you,” she said, though she made no attempt to pull away from him.
“Hmm,” Mark said thoughtfully. “That was on the agenda for later, but we’ll see how good of a girl you are for this part first.”
Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her thong, he dragged it down slowly, taking his time to bare her as she squirmed in front of him. Once her panties were at mid-thigh, Mark took his time enjoying the view of her neatly trimmed mound before ordering firmly, “Spread your legs.”
She muttered something about being with a weirdo, but did as he asked, moving her legs apart just enough to hold her panties in place. Looking between her spread-open thighs, Mark could see a single, glistening strand of wetness stringing between them.
“That’s a very wet pussy,” he mused.
Jenna looked down between her thighs and then back up at Mark with an expression that told him even she was surprised at just how strongly her body was reacting to this turn of events.
“I still don’t think…” she trailed off as, without a word, Mark reached out and caught the string of arousal on his finger, eliciting a soft whimper from Jenna, before bringing his finger to her lips.
“Open,” he said, and she clamped her lips shut, shaking her head.
Reaching out with his other hand, Mark pinched one of her nipples roughly.
“Ow!” Jenna yelped, then her mouth turned down in an adorable pout before she opened it for his still-waiting finger.
“Good girl, you’re already learning,” Mark praised as he pressed his finger against her tongue, holding it still as she licked it clean. “Now it’s time for your spanking.”
Taking her by the arm, he led her to his right side and unceremoniously toppled her over his lap.
She caught herself on the floor with her hands, and he raised his right knee to ensure her gorgeous ass was properly positioned.
He took a moment to enjoy the view, staring down at her voluptuous cheeks, slightly parted to expose a hint of the tight little rosebud between them.
He let his eyes wander down her long, toned legs and grinned as he saw her panties now crumpled at her feet.
Right where they belonged.
Returning his attention to her bottom, he rested his right hand there, patting lightly, and then wound his left arm around her waist, tugging her in close against him. “Tell me why you’re getting your bare bottom spanked, Jenna.”
“Because… I was wearing underwear?” he heard her say incredulously from the floor. Her voice had become higher-pitched now, almost child-like but still sassy, as if she were trying her hardest to play along but still found this very ridiculous.
“You were trying to cover parts of your beautiful body when you weren’t allowed to,” he corrected her, and she let out a soft, whining sound as confirmation.
Mark raised his hand and brought it down right in the middle of her bottom, not overly hard but enough to sting. He followed up with a smack to her lower right cheek and then to her lower left.
Jenna bucked on his lap and her hand flew back to defend her naked behind. “Noo, that hurts!” she cried out.
Catching her hand, he pinned it to the small of her back. “This is a spanking, Jenna. It’s supposed to hurt. Now hold still or I’ll have to pin your legs, too.”
She didn’t respond, but whimpered and drummed her toes on the floor in protest.
“Why else are you getting a spanking?” he asked, landing two quick, firm swats.
“What? Ow! I don’t know! Because you like it?” Jenna squealed.
Mark moved the hand he’d just spanked her with to rest on the spot where her bottom met her thighs, directly over her pussy, then let his fingers drift between her thighs, grazing them over her dripping entrance.
She immediately clasped her legs tightly together, and Mark chuckled. “Am I the only one who appears to like it?”
Jenna said nothing in response. She just whined plaintively.
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.
“Can I… will you… touch me?”
He wanted to make her be more specific, but Jenna had clearly never had to ask for something like this before. If he had to guess, she had also never come as hard as she was about to come for him either. But that was probably just his big head talking.
Or his cock. His cock was doing a lot of the thinking for him right now.
Moving his finger back to her sensitive little nub, he began circling it with firmer pressure. Jenna’s ass clenched around the thermometer as she resumed moaning softly, rocking her hips over his lap as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
He kept the pressure and rhythm steady on her clit as he inserted two of his fingers into her pussy, and her moans rose a few decibels.
“Oh god, Mark… I’m going to…” she said in a rush, and Mark curled his two fingers upward inside of her.
“That’s a good girl. Come hard for me,” Mark said.
Suddenly she froze and clenched her thighs tight around his hand, her moan escalating into a squeal as her orgasm overtook her. Mark continued right through her climax, holding her firmly in place when she tried to squirm away.
“I’m not finished with you yet.”
“Please,” she panted, “That felt really good. But I don’t need… I’ve never…”
“Shh,” Mark quieted her, continuing to rub her clit while pumping his fingers in and out, and eventually she stopped struggling and began rocking her hips in tandem with their movements.
“Please,” Jenna squeaked, her face betraying her near panic as she approached a second orgasm.
“Come hard for me, my little patient.” Mark commanded, and this time Jenna screamed, arching her back and moving her hands from the floor to his leg to cling on for dear life as she rode the waves of her climax.
Mark left her over his lap a little longer, rubbing her back while she came down from the clouds, her body shaking with occasional aftershocks. Then, after sliding the thermometer free, he slowly helped her to her feet, pulled her into his lap, and cuddled her close against his chest.