Her Doctor's Orders (8 page)

When Chloe returned with her second screwdriver, she said, “Why aren’t you drinking, Kendra? Did this doctor here tell you it was bad for your health?” The beginnings of her buzz had started to turn her mean, Levi could see, sighing inwardly and wondering how he could get Kendra out of there as soon as possible. Chloe looked like she needed sleep more than anything else—maybe if they could just put her to bed?

Kendra seemed to fall for all of Chloe’s bait—it was probably the reason they were friends. “Well, that’s true, isn’t it? And I made him a promise, which I already broke once this morning when I lied to him and snuck out to see you.”

“A promise? That’s nice.” Chloe had finished her second screwdriver, and she left the slight nastiness of her tone hanging in the air as she went to get her third.

Levi whispered to Kendra, “Do you think we can get her sleepy and put her to bed?” Kendra shot him back an angry look, as if he were dismissing Chloe’s troubles, and Levi felt himself glowering at her despite himself.

“And what happens,” Chloe said, as she returned, thankfully sipping rather than gulping now, “when the promise gets broken?”

Kendra glanced at Levi. “I get spanked.” Levi couldn’t suppress a satisfied smile at Kendra’s bravery in telling her friend about the spanking, and even more at the acceptance of his discipline that it showed.

Chloe laughed, clearly not believing her and taking Kendra’s words as an admission that Levi really had no power over her. “Yeah, right. Nothing happens—so talk to this guy later… use your
charms
, if you know what I mean… and don’t let your best friend drink alone.”

“You’re not drinking alone,” Levi said, letting the annoyance come through. “We came to keep you company. And Kendra’s bottom would pay, I assure you, if she had anything to drink and I found out about it.”

Chloe’s face showed the disorganized surprise of the nearly drunk, but she still wasn’t buying it. “Whatever you say, Doctor. I gotta go to the bathroom.”

Chloe rose from the sofa. She wasn’t swaying, at least—and she did look a little sleepier, Levi thought. He gritted his teeth. This was certainly not a pleasant social occasion, but they might be able to do some good.

“Kendra?” Chloe called from the bathroom. “Can you come in here a sec?”

Kendra gave her orange juice to Levi, got up, and went to join Chloe for what must be one of those female things that Levi, despite being a physician, couldn’t really understand. Really, it must lie at the intersection of biology and psychology, and be an unexplained mystery about how women felt the urge to confer about their physiological states.

Levi heard a giggle from the bathroom. He wasn’t sure what it was about the giggle that made him suspicious. Maybe it was that he was nearly positive that the giggle had come from Chloe, and that he hadn’t heard a corresponding giggle from Kendra. Maybe it was that there was a quality to the giggle that seem mischievous, if not malicious. At any rate, some sense for the psychological dynamics of the situation and for the way Kendra and Chloe’s friendship seemed to be put together made him decide in an instant that he had to investigate.

He walked in the direction from which the giggle had come, trying to drop into his clinician persona en route, and quickly located the narrow doorway to the bathroom. Giving his brusque doctor’s knock before he actually opened it, but only letting a microsecond pass before he was able to see inside, he walked through the door. The scene he revealed corresponded more or less to the suspicions stirred by the giggle: Kendra sat on the closed toilet cover, with the bottle of vodka at her lips, and Chloe was helping tip the bottle to make sure that Kendra got as much vodka as possible. Kendra and Chloe noticed him at the same moment, and Kendra turned her head away from the bottle, letting a great deal of vodka spill down on to her T-shirt before Chloe tipped the bottle back up, with an enraged look on her drunken face.

“Come here, Kendra,” Levi said. He put every ounce of disappointed authority into his voice that he could muster. To his relief, Kendra got up immediately, casting her eyes downward guiltily. She walked toward him.

The anger in Chloe’s face seemed to grow. In a sneering tone, she said, “Why the fuck do you care if my best friend gets wasted with me? Kendra’s just being a better friend than you want her to be.”

Levi didn’t respond to Chloe, but instead said to Kendra, “Go into the living room and get over the arm of the sofa for a spanking.”

“What?” Chloe said.

Kendra hesitated. As Levi looked into her eyes, a deep blush, visible even under her tan, suffused her face, and she took her upper lip in her teeth and chewed on it, as she tried to make up her mind whether to obey him and accept her punishment. “I think you can see the choice in front of you, Kendra,” he said.

“She just… She just needed…” Kendra paused for a moment, and tried valiantly, it seemed to Levi, to put her thoughts together. “I was just trying to be a good friend.” He saw tears brimming in her eyes, and then she blinked them away angrily and tried to look defiant, though her chin quivered, and betrayed the attempt at anger in her brow.

“I understand that,” Levi said. “But you had a choice about how you were going to go about that, and according to our agreement, you made the wrong choice. Now you have another choice. Go get over the arm of the sofa.”

“Kendra,” Chloe called behind her, “you’ve got to be kidding.”

“Levi,” Kendra said. “Please don’t do this here. Please, wait until we’re alone.”

“I won’t make you take your panties down in front of Chloe, if you accept the spanking, Kendra, but it’s going to be right here and now. I won’t let you dictate how you’re disciplined.”

“No… please, Levi. Come on—you can’t do this.”

“I can, Kendra,” Levi said and reached out and took her arm. Kendra tried reflexively to pull away, but he held her firmly, and pulled her toward him. Some of the resistance seemed to go out of her as he marched her over to the sofa.

“Are you going to lay yourself down now, Kendra?”

Another moment’s hesitation, and then he firmly began to bend her over. Then she really did begin to struggle, and he had to hold her around her waist. As she said, “Stop, Levi, please,” he reached under her waist and unbuttoned, then unzipped her jeans. As he pulled them down, Kendra tried with all her strength to get free, but Levi resolutely pulled her jeans halfway down her thighs, then took the waistband of her panties in his fingers.

“No! Oh, please don’t!” she begged as Levi pulled them down.

Behind him, Levi heard Chloe coming to watch. He turned back to her and said, still holding the struggling Kendra down and trying hard to keep his anger in check, “It’s your fault Kendra is getting this spanking, Chloe. I want you to watch it, and think about that.”

Levi returned his attention to Kendra’s bare backside where it lay waiting for punishment, bouncing up and down a little as Kendra still tried, now much more weakly, to get away and tightened his grip on her waist. Then he started spanking her very hard to make sure that she understood how serious he was. The feeling of her taut cheeks under his hand was distracting, but he focused on reddening her rear as evenly and as quickly as he could. Kendra was soon wailing, “I’m sorry, Levi… I’m so sorry.”

Off to the side, Chloe said, “Oh, God, Levi… Please stop!”

Levi said, continuing to spank Kendra, “I’m going to stop when I feel like Kendra has learned her lesson.” He turned to Chloe and saw that she was biting her lip. Her expression seemed unreadable. He wondered if there were some part of it that was actually envious of Kendra receiving the level of attention that Levi paid her in the form of the spanking.

Levi spanked Kendra hard, but not really for very long. He knew that he would have to plan to spank her again for her lying to him, when they got back to his house, and he could see how embarrassing it was for her to have a bare-bottom spanking in front of her best friend; her eyes were closed and her fists clenched, and she was sobbing into the couch cushion. He raised his hand from her waist, and said quietly, “You may get up, Kendra, and pull up your pants.” She did, and he gave her a long hug, as she cried against his shoulder.

“Chloe,” Levi said, as he released Kendra gently from his embrace. “I want you to sit on the couch, and Kendra, I want you to sit next to her.” Somewhat to Levi’s surprise, Chloe obeyed, with what seemed to Levi a look of real shame on her face, though she tried to conceal it with an air of nonchalance. When they were sitting side-by-side he stood in front of them, and said, “I’m hoping that given how unbelievably stupid what I just saw in the bathroom was, and given that I just demonstrated to both of you how very serious I find the situation, I may be able to get through to you. Chloe, I understand about having your boyfriend walk out on you. That sucks. I thought that Kendra would probably do you some good by bringing you the vodka even though she couldn’t drink any herself, because of her agreement and because of what she needs right now. I supposed that it would still be a good idea if she kept you company while you took the edge off, so you might feel a little better and get some sleep.

“But both of you know that the reality of Kendra’s situation is that she needs to take a very hard look at drinking. Even if there weren’t any danger of either of you driving, Kendra’s behavior around alcohol needs adjustment. And because of the role that alcohol has played in the unfair stuff that life has done to her so far, I consider it really important that she take a substantial break from booze. What you pressured her to do in the bathroom—and I’m not putting all of the blame on you, Chloe, because Kendra made the decision to go along with it, clearly—just isn’t anything that Kendra needs right now.

“So here’s the thing: Kendra was trying desperately—even trying too hard—to be a good friend. And, Chloe, you decided that you were going to be the worst possible friend to her. Do you understand why what you did was wrong?” he asked, knowing that his tone was possibly a bit more forceful than it needed to be, but at a loss to take away any of the bite it carried at the lack of thought Chloe’s actions had showed.

He saw that Chloe seemed actually to have been moved, and even to have tears in her eyes. She turned to Kendra. “I’m so sorry.”

Kendra hugged her. “That’s okay.”

Chapter Eight

Kendra and Levi remained at Chloe’s apartment into the early afternoon. Chloe did eventually profess the need for a nap, and Kendra tucked her in and sat with her until she fell asleep. Kendra felt happy that when they left, even with what spilled in the bathroom, the big bottle of vodka was still almost half full. Chloe would probably have a little bit more of that, Kendra thought, when she woke up, but she didn’t seem to be in the mood to be completely wasted anymore.

As they drove the short distance back to Levi’s house, Kendra wondered what awaited her there and if he was still going to use his belt. Her bottom was still a little sore on the car seat from the hard spanking Levi had given her in Chloe’s apartment, but she also realized that the warmth of that spanking had called out a sensation further forward that was making her think about Levi even more distractingly then she had the morning before. The way he had rescued her—for she couldn’t think of his appearance in Chloe’s bathroom any other way, really—and the way he had ordered her over the arm of the sofa, and even the way he had resolutely begun to spank her, all of it seemed to coalesce into a hunger both romantic and erotic that ran now through Kendra’s whole body.

Levi himself was completely silent as they drove, making it not just difficult, but entirely impossible, even to contemplate telling him how very much she wanted him. Hoping to take his mind off punishing her, and her own mind off her lust for him, she started to babble a little. “I know I pushed you away when you asked about my mom,” Kendra said, “but… it’s hard, you know? Anyway… I feel really bad because it’s been so long since I saw her. I went every month at the beginning, but then… well, all she did was cry, and eventually, well, I guess I just didn’t want to feel worse than I already felt, so I just… stopped.”

She looked at Levi. His expression seemed softer than it had been before she began her monologue, at least. He turned to her with a brief, smiling glance, and said gently, “Thanks.” Then he fell silent again. The silence unnerved her, and she felt her stomach flipping as she tried to guess what was going through his mind. He usually asked her questions while he was driving, and the empty space between them felt wrong and somehow lonely.

Finally, just as they were pulling into Levi’s driveway, he said, “When we get inside, I want you to go into your room, take off all your clothes, and lie face down on the bed. I’m going to come in and give you the punishment you’ve earned by lying to me.”

Kendra wasn’t sure she could take another punishment, frankly, without losing it completely, but the way she felt her pussy react to being told to take all her clothes off made her think she would have had to try, even if Levi had for some reason given her a choice in the matter.

As soon as Levi had unlocked the door and opened it for her, Kendra went in and went straight to the guestroom. She shut the door behind her and looked at the bed, contemplating the series of events that she knew would now begin to unfold. Feeling like she was in a trance, she pulled off her T-shirt and unhooked her bra, and dropped them into the hamper, glad to get the vodka-soaked garments off her upper body. She unbuckled her belt, unfastened her jeans, and stepped out of them. Realizing that she was trying to delay taking off her panties, she folded the jeans and put them on top of the dresser.

Kendra caught sight of herself in the long mirror on the back of the closet door. Rather to her surprise, she found the idea that a twenty-one-year-old woman had stripped down to her panties to receive a spanking from a hunky doctor to be nearly unbearably arousing. Enfolded in a reverie of desire, she tugged her panties down, stepped out of them, and laid them atop the jeans. She turned back to the mirror. The sight of herself naked, waiting for Levi to come punish her, made her blush but at the very same time seemed to make the warmth and wetness rush to her pussy. She realized that her thighs had become a little sticky, and with a bit of increased heat to her blush, she got onto the bed on her tummy. She put her hands out to take the pillow, and held it by its corners under her face, laying her right cheek upon it so that she could look at the door and see it open and Levi come through to punish her.