Her Doctor's Orders (10 page)

On Saturday, they got their chance. The two days since the vodka incident had passed in a blur of straightforward sex and cuddling when Kendra and Levi were together at his house and blissful looking forward to sex and cuddling when Levi had to go to work. On the weekdays, of course, Levi had to get out of bed much too soon, but kissing Kendra awake for breakfast, with a few light spanks to get her going, gave him a memory to carry with him all day. When he got home in the evenings, they made love, but they were always in a hurry to have dinner and get Kendra to the Seven, and they were both too sleepy when they got home at 2:15 in the morning to do anything but hold each other in Levi’s big bed as they drifted off to sleep.

Saturday, though, they slept in until 11, and when they woke up, after they made breakfast together and were sitting looking at one another with the wide smiles on their faces that they couldn’t seem to remove, Levi said, “You still look a little tired, Kendra.”

Kendra looked back at him with an expression that said, “Well, I do stay up rather late, so shouldn’t I look tired?” but then she seemed to notice that Levi had a little mischief in his eyes. Her mouth twisted into a little smile, and she said hesitantly, “I, um, feel really tired… Doctor?”

“I think you may be coming down with something,” Levi said.

Now Kendra grinned, but kept trying, adorably, to make her face go straight again. “I’m worried about that, too,” she said.

“I may need to examine you,” Levi said. “But I don’t think I can carry out the complete examination I need to perform here at home.”

Kendra’s face grew very puzzled.

“No, I think I may need to borrow my friend Dr. Miller’s office. He doesn’t see patients on the weekend, and he’s given me the keys in case I need to conduct an examination.”

“Oh,” Kendra said quietly. “A real doctor’s office?”

Levi could tell the idea had a definite effect on her. “Are you feeling aroused, Miss Jackson?” Levi said in a mock-accusatory tone.

“Maybe,” replied Kendra, a little embarrassed and a little defiant.

“Well, as a psychiatrist I shall have to get to the root of that problem as well. A girl who gets aroused at the thought of being examined in a real doctor’s office quite possibly has special needs that a medical man such as myself knows how to attend to.”

“Special needs…” Kendra echoed. “Yes, Dr. Hunter, I think I probably do have special needs… How exactly will you treat my condition, may I ask?”

Now Levi was the one who could barely keep from laughing. “I’m afraid that it might have an adverse effect if I were to tell you that, Miss Jackson. Suffice it to say that we will begin with a very thorough examination of the affected parts.”

“Oh!” Kendra said, apparently almost overwhelmed with arousal at that thought.

“We may then,” Levi continued, “proceed to test your responses to stimulation of those parts.”

“Um,” Kendra said. She put her hands firmly on the table as if desperately trying not to move them further down.

“It may be necessary,” said Levi, “for a trained professional like me to demonstrate the kinds of techniques that have proven effective in relieving the tension girls afflicted by your condition often feel. Sometimes that sort of demonstration can seem rather irregular, but I assure you that I am a professional.”

Levi looked into Kendra’s face. She had closed her eyes, and begun to chew on her lower lip. “Dr. Hunter,” she whispered, her eyes still closed, “when can we leave?”

* * *

Levi let them into Dave Miller’s office with the key Dave had given him the day before. “Do me a huge favor?” Levi had said, and Dave had laughed when Levi told him, without any specifics, of course, why he wanted an office to borrow.

Dave had practiced for thirty years, and said, drawing on his experience, “The ones who like playing doctor are a lot of fun, aren’t they?” He chuckled as Levi felt his face grow a little heated.

“No comment,” Levi had said.

Levi led the way through the reception area and into the hallway behind, then went to a door at the end of the hall and unlocked it. He opened the door for Kendra, and switched on the light as she entered. He closed the door behind them and said, as Kendra turned around to face him, wearing the cute, apprehensive expression of the charming young patient who’s not sure what’s wrong with her, “Why don’t you take off all your clothes, Miss Jackson, put on the gown that’s hanging on the back of the door, and then hop up on my table. No need to tie the gown in the back, since I’ll need to examine you fully.”

Levi went to the table, drew a fresh sheet of the crinkly white paper up from the roll at the end, and tucked the paper in at the wall. Using his clinician’s manner, he turned away from the sight of Kendra disrobing, though of course he truly wanted to watch, and dispassionately went to the sink to wash his hands.

When he turned back, Kendra sat in the blue gown, with her hands folded in her lap, on the exam table, looking even more forlorn and apprehensive than she had before. Levi could tell that the exam room had the effect on her that it had on most people who weren’t medical professionals themselves: a little shame, a little fear, a little consciousness of being powerless in the grip of a very powerful institution. Levi had read about how arousing some people could find that sort of situation—now he thought he really understood why.

Like everyone else, Kendra longed to be taken care of. All Levi wanted at that moment, as lustful as his thoughts about her were, was to fulfill that longing, and take care of his wonderful girl. To play at a doctor’s office was one specific way of taking care of her while making her hot and bothered. The real care, the care for which the sex and the erotic play merely stood as symbols, had begun the night he bailed her out, and would continue, Levi hoped, as long as Kendra would let him take care of her.

Levi sat on the swivel stool and folded his own hands in his lap, realizing as he did so just how raging his erection had become.

“Now, Miss Jackson,” Levi said. “My suspicion is that your symptoms—feeling tired, especially—have to do with what we doctors like to call your libido. Have you been having unusual thoughts lately, that may have made you a little uncomfortable in your private parts? Please don’t worry about telling me, since I’m a medical professional, and your answers will be strictly confidential.”

Kendra’s smile played over her lips, but she managed not to laugh. “Why, yes, Dr. Hunter,” she said innocently. “Sometimes when I think about this one man… well, he’s a doctor, like you, actually, and I’ve always felt that doctors had something special about them…”

“Very wise, Miss Jackson.”

“Anyway, when I think about him sometimes I just, well, I get a little…” Kendra dropped her voice to a whisper, “wet… you know, down there.”

Levi swallowed. “Interesting,” he said. He cleared his throat. “When you feel that way, do you do anything about it?”

Kendra hung her head.

“I must advise you, Miss Jackson, that unless you reveal the whole truth of your conduct to me, we will not be able to proceed to treat your problem. Let me ask that question a little more specifically: do you touch yourself down there, Miss Jackson?”

He saw Kendra purse her lips, though she kept her face to the floor and didn’t meet his gaze. She shook her head adorably.

“I see no reason to beat about the bush, Miss Jackson,” he said. Kendra gave a little snort, and Levi had to laugh at the unfortunate unintentional play on words. “I see no reason to mince words,” he tried again. “I believe that you have touched yourself, Miss Jackson. I believe you may even have learned how to make yourself climax.” Kendra nodded sadly as he issued these pronouncements, still not meeting his eyes. Levi continued, “When a girl has engaged in such practices, it is important that a medical professional such as I have a serious talk with her, and examine her thoroughly to make sure that everything is as it should be. Please lie back on the table so that we may begin that process.”

Still not looking at him, Kendra did as he had told her and lay back, folding her hands over the thin blue cotton of the gown, over her little belly, with that nervous unnaturalness that came from knowing that her body was going to be at Levi’s disposal. Levi desperately wanted to kiss her, for she looked so trusting that it made his heart ache, but instead he said, “I’m going to take the gown off your shoulders now, so I can examine your young breasts, Miss Jackson.”

“Oh!” Kendra said. “Do you, um, have to?”

“Yes, Miss Jackson, I have to,” Levi replied. He took hold of the gown at her shoulder with his right hand, and pulled it down so that he could slip his left hand inside.

“Oh!” Kendra said again, as she felt his hand take gentle hold of her left breast, small but perfect, as far as Levi was concerned, with the little nipple that he already loved to have in his mouth when they were in bed. Now he held the tiny bud in his fingertips as if being clinical about it, loving the way it stiffened at his touch.

Kendra gave a little moan, and Levi said, “It’s worse than I thought, Miss Jackson.” He moved his hand to her right breast, and repeated the process of erecting the nipple, as Kendra continued to moan.

Levi tsk’ed and said. “I think we’ll have to have the gown down, so that I can examine these more fully.” He pulled it off both her shoulders, gently imprisoning her arms at the elbow in the process. Although Levi had seen Kendra’s lovely little breasts several times already, he thought they had never looked as beautiful as they appeared to him now, with their creamy, tender skin a marked contrast to Kendra’s tanned face, and the adorable pink nipples standing at attention to tell him that this lovely girl hungered for his touch just as he hungered to touch her.

“Dr. Hunter,” Kendra said softly, “is it hopeless?”

Levi suppressed a laugh, and Kendra giggled a tiny bit. “Oh, no, Miss Jackson,” Levi said. “It’s not hopeless by any means! But we must take serious measures.” He put both his hands on her breasts and began to fondle them in earnest. “Does this cause the same sort of feeling down in your private parts, Miss Jackson, that you have when you think about that doctor?”

Kendra whimpered and said “Yes…” in a breathy voice that suggested she told the truth.

“And when I kiss these little nipples?” Levi asked, and did what he had been longing to do, leaning down over Kendra and sucking her left, and then her right nipple into his mouth and laving them with his tongue in succession.

“Yes!” Kendra screamed. “Oh, God, Levi… yes… please…”

Levi straightened up and said. “Just as I thought. We must make very sure of what we are about, though, so I’ll take your temperature now.”

Kendra looked up at him, a little twist of a smile on her face.

“I think you know which way I mean, Miss Jackson.”

Kendra nodded, and turned over onto her front. The sight of her naked bottom, revealed by the opening in the hospital gown, threatened to overwhelm Levi with desire, but he managed to push back the urge simply to caress her, and went to the drawer to get a thermometer and the lube.

He could not help spending quite a long time preparing Kendra for the thermometer, though. As he did, with his middle finger in her cute little anus, making her whimper at the improper sensations he caused, he lectured her about her body. “Young women,” Levi said, “sometimes find themselves subject to strange thoughts, especially about their bottoms, Miss Jackson. Do you think you know what I mean?”

“Yes, Doctor,” Kendra panted from the other end of the table.

“Often even a young adult like you, Miss Jackson, wonders about what it would feel like if a man—or even more specifically a doctor—were to make her undergo certain things that she thinks would be very shameful, but which she can’t help thinking about.”

Levi inserted the thermometer and held it in, stroking Kendra’s tender tautly rounded bottom as he did. Kendra gave a whimper, and Levi continued, “Let me assure you, Miss Jackson, that there is nothing abnormal about such fantasies. Someday, with the right man—perhaps with this doctor you are enamored of—it may be that you will even get to play them out. For the moment, sometimes only a medical man such as I will have the opportunity to tell you that I suspect that your doctor wants to enjoy your bottom, in the special fashion a man enjoys a woman, quite as much as you want him to claim you there.”

Levi removed the thermometer. “Oh, Levi…” Kendra sighed.

The thermometer revealed, of course, that Kendra’s temperature was perfectly healthy. “Alright, Miss Jackson,” Levi said as he returned to the sink to wash his hands and the thermometer. “On your back again, please. I’m going to have to do a complete gynecological exam to determine the best course of treatment.”

As Kendra obeyed, Levi returned to the table and got the stirrups out of the drawer. He attached them to the table, looking into Kendra’s face as they both struggled not to laugh.

Levi found that at least he was able to quell Kendra’s amused expression by taking her knees firmly in his hands and parting them. Her smile gave way to an expression of helpless arousal, as he guided her feet into the stirrups. Levi pulled the gown up, to reveal the wicked, lovely sight of Kendra Jackson’s pussy, laid open for him, with her adorable anus just below. The urge to lower his pants and take her there on the table nearly overcame him.

Chapter Ten

Kendra wanted to beg Levi to stop the doctor game and just fuck her there in the stirrups, but something about the game held her in its imaginary thrall so thoroughly that she really felt like a patient who must not interfere with her doctor’s caring for her. The sensation of having her feet put into the stirrups by her lover, who was also her doctor, who was also her guide—the man who spanked her when she broke the rules, and who held her close in his bed at night—filled her chest with a kind of eager, fluttery happiness, even as the look in his eye as he gazed upon the pussy and bottom he had made her open and display to him sent the warmth and moisture there. Kendra wanted Levi just to fuck her, yes, but she didn’t want the examination to end, either.