Chapter 9 #2
“Because I was distracted, and I crashed into a car.” It did sound bad when she said it so simply, like something a girl in a book or movie might get scolded and spanked for.
“What was distracting you, young lady? Were you on the phone?”
“I was talking to my friend Chloe,” she admitted. “But I was wearing headphones! That truck was parked really far out and it was a sharp turn…” She trailed off because her excuses were sounding lame even to her.
Mark patted her bottom then, right in the lower middle, sending sparks straight to her pussy. She shifted forward, catching the tangy scent of her arousal on the panties sitting in front of her as she did.
“And you were wearing your pajamas, which means you must have left the house in a hurry. Was there something on your mind as you were driving?” he asked, and when she was silent his pats on her bottom became firmer. “Tell me the truth, little girl.”
“I was feeling a little bad about how things went between us last time,” she said in a smaller voice than she intended.
“You were quite upset when you sent me that message, weren’t you. Did you give me a chance to talk to you about your feelings, or did you run off and then let yourself become more and more upset about it?”
Jenna didn’t answer, but she shrank a little in his lap and made a soft whimpering sound.
“We’ll deal with that after your spanking, babygirl.”
Then she felt his hand leave her bottom and heard a whoosh before it landed hard on her right cheek, followed quickly by another swat on her left.
Jenna gasped. He wasn’t giving her any breaks this time. His hard palm continued to fall over and over, smacking everywhere from the tops of her cheeks to the tops of her thighs.
It took a minute for the sting to catch up with the loud sound of the spanking reverberating off the room’s tall ceilings, but then it felt like a thousand bees had descended on her ass, and she began to twist and writhe over his knee.
“Mark, please!” she yelped when she realized her wriggling was getting her nowhere.
With his leg over hers and his left hand wrapped securely around her waist, the best she could do was twist slightly in a futile attempt to avoid the rain of stinging slaps.
Mark didn’t respond right away, just pulled her in tightly against him and slowed the rhythm of the spanks, keeping them just as hard if not a little harder now.
“From now on, when you need to be taken care of, you’re going to let me take care of you, even if that means going over my knee. Is that understood?”
“Yes! Yes, sir, please stop!”
All Jenna could think about was the fire engulfing her bottom, and she was prepared to promise just about anything to make it go away.
Mark landed a few more sharp swats to her upper thighs before he stopped, resting his hand on her hot backside and rubbing in slow circles.
Jenna let out a whine, and then to her surprise, she found herself arching her back, pushing her bottom into his hand as he rubbed. His fingers drifted slowly down between her thighs, and she spread her legs for him shamelessly.
When had she become such a wanton little slut?
She felt his finger at her entrance, then pushing inside, and she moaned.
“You’re drenched, naughty girl,” he said as he pumped his finger in and out several times. When he removed it, Jenna whimpered. “Now that we’ve dealt with your distracted driving, it’s time to address how you pretended not to want what you very much do want from me.”
When she didn’t respond, he continued, “You’ve needed a man to do this for a while now, haven’t you? Answer me.”
Jenna opened her mouth, then closed it again. She knew he was right, on some level at least. She did want him to take care of her, she’d wanted that since their first night together.
“It’s not that easy,” she said.
“That’s fair,” she heard him answer from above her. “Let’s see if we can make it easier for you, then.”
He helped her gently to her feet, and it took everything in her not to reach back and rub her scalded bottom while doing an embarrassing little dance. Then Mark took her hand and led her—still naked and red-bottomed—upstairs to the room she remembered from their first date.
The medical room.
She found herself getting excited butterflies in her tummy as he pushed the door open and led her to the exam table where she’d sat before, confused in that scratchy robe he’d laid out for her. That seemed like ages ago.
He must be bringing her here to fuck her, right? To continue the “lesson” as he’d called it? Her pussy spasmed as if agreeing that it did indeed need his hard cock inside it, preferably as soon as possible.
“Up on the table,” Mark said.
Jenna climbed up and sat on the edge, then laid down when Mark patted the small pillow at the top.
She watched as he placed first one of her feet and then the other in the stirrups extending from the edges of the table, forcing her legs far enough apart that she felt very much on display.
The cool air brushed over her wet pussy, and she shivered.
Mark turned away to grab some things off a nearby shelf.
When he turned back around, he was holding what looked like coils of some type of soft rope along with a pair of cuffs.
They weren’t real handcuffs or the cheap kind with feathers you could find at a sex store.
They were the type of cuffs you would wear at the gym for weightlifting.
He worked quickly, in a mesmerizing, precise manner, to tie her ankles down to each stirrup, then wound a piece of the soft rope around her waist too, securing her firmly in her position.
“Hands above your head,” he ordered, meeting her eyes as he moved toward the top of the table.
“Is this really necessary?” Jenna asked, though she was already lifting her arms as instructed.
“It will help you to hold still for this next part of your lesson,” Mark explained as he secured the cuffs to her wrists, then anchored them underneath the table with a strap that was apparently already hanging there, waiting for its next victim.
Her arms were stretched above her head now, and with the other restraints in place, she could barely move an inch in any direction.
Even in her vulnerable position, with her ass still on fire, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “We’re still on the lesson thing?”
“We’re just getting started, young lady.
” Mark had moved down to the other end of the table, and he was now looking directly between her legs.
She felt his fingers drift over her pussy and then linger over the tight hole beneath it.
“Distracted driving is naughty, but getting yourself all worked up without talking to me about your worries is even naughtier.”
Jenna squirmed as much as she could. The word naughty was doing things to her insides, and she wasn’t sure why.
She heard a snapping sound and lifted her head. Mark, standing between her spread legs, had snapped a latex glove onto his right hand. That was weird. Was he planning to finger her and just wanted to keep things sanitary?
Her answer came moments later when she felt the gloved tip of his finger grazing over the lips of her pussy once more, pausing at her sopping wet entrance and dipping in for a moment. She moaned as he moved it inside her, then whimpered as he withdrew it and settled it against her bottom hole.
“Normally I’d be more clinical about this and use lubricant, but you’ve created plenty of your own, it appears,” Mark said lightly, and then with a gentle pressure, he pushed his finger against the tight ring of muscle until it slid in to the first knuckle.
Jenna inhaled sharply.
“Mark…” Jenna whined.
“You’ve earned this, naughty girl,” Mark responded, “and what do you call me in here?”
Jenna blushed scarlet. “Doctor…”
“Good girl.”
Her blush deepened at that.
“It’s very embarrassing for you to have a man’s finger in your bottom for the first time, isn’t it? Especially when it’s a punishment for being a bad girl.”
Without further warning, he sank his gloved finger all the way inside and began fucking her tight hole with it, fast and hard.
Jenna squealed loudly, twisting her body back and forth as much as she could.
“No no no!” she wailed, but he showed no mercy.
His expression was firm as he continued the harsh fingerfucking while his other hand rested on her inner thigh. He was laser focused on his mission to teach her the error of her ways by leaving her bottom extremely sore inside and out.
Jenna continued to plead while doing her best to thrash around despite her restraints.
It felt like her mind had separated from her body and was floating just above it, taking in the scene of the helpless naked girl tied down to an exam table, her handsome doctor administering the “treatment” she needed.
The worst part was that she could feel her pussy clenching down around the emptiness there each time his finger left her hole, followed by an overwhelming sense of fullness each time it was thrust back in.
The shame mixed with unwanted pleasure began to overtake her, and suddenly Jenna realized she was getting close to coming from nothing but Mark’s finger in her ass.
Panicking, she strained her neck to shoot him a desperate look. “Mark! I mean doctor… I’m going to…”
He stopped and pulled his finger out, making her yelp as her anus spasmed in protest.
Tears sprang to the corners of her eyes as she looked at Mark pleadingly, not certain what she wanted but more sure with each passing second that he wasn’t going to let her have it just yet.
His expression was still stern. “You’re starting to learn now, aren’t you, Jenna?”
She whimpered in response.
Mark removed the glove he was wearing, throwing it into a trash bin before turning to pick something else up from a nearby shelf.
Once he had whatever it was in his hand, he turned on a lamp that was hanging over the exam table, then took his time angling it so that its bright glow landed like a spotlight directly on her pussy and bottom hole.
Sitting down on a wheeled stool, he rolled forward so that he was perched close to her, only inches away from her spread open bottom.
“You’re going to feel some stretching during this next part,” he told her in a very professional tone. “It will be uncomfortable, but it shouldn’t hurt.”
“What… what are you doing now?” Jenna wasn’t sure why she asked, but not knowing somehow seemed worse than anticipating what was coming next.
“I’m going to use a speculum to hold your anus open, then inspect you very thoroughly.” He said this so bluntly that Jenna almost laughed.
“You’re… what?” she asked incredulously.
“You heard me, little girl,” Mark said, holding up the metal instrument so she could see the horrid thing for herself. “I’m going to spread you open and take a look inside this cute little bottom to teach you that you don’t get to hide from me anymore.”
Then, before she had a chance to protest, she felt him squirt several drops of warm liquid—she assumed it must be lube of some kind—directly onto her very exposed, very vulnerable hole.