The Girl, the Doctor, and the Texas Ranger (11 page)

“Emily, I’m going to be giving you a full checkup today. Take your clothes off and sit right here.” The paper covering the examination table crinkled as he patted it. “I’ll be right back.” With that, he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Okay, so he was definitely serious. Emily paced the small room a few times while glancing at the examination table. And the stirrups.
Dear God, the stirrups.
She’d had a yearly exam before, but it had always been quick and with a woman doctor. Nothing sexual about it at all. This was different though. She paused and hugged her center, trying to calm the nerves ravaging her system.

Moisture gathered in her panties, slipping from her pussy as she imagined all the naughty things Daniel might do to her. He’d make her lie down on the table, completely naked. He’d instruct her to scoot her bottom to the edge of the table and spread her legs wide for the stirrups. Her heart thumped wildly and she ran her hands through her hair, holding her breath as she listened for footsteps.

Where had he gone? She moved to the examination table and ran her hand along the paper, desire thrumming through her as another gush of liquid seeped from her slit. Well, she knew from experience that disobeying Daniel wasn’t a good idea. She was still sore from last night’s spanking.

She slipped off her shoes and pulled her dress over her head, folding it and placing it on the counter. The air conditioning kicked on, and the humming startled a gasp from her. She shuddered as a blast of cool air came down from the ceiling. Her nipples hardened inside her bra, and she cupped her breasts for a moment to soothe the growing ache.

The steady clap of footsteps in the hall left her scurrying to remove her panties and bra. A trickle of moisture rolled down her thigh as she walked to the examination table. She didn’t have time to clean it off, and shame filled her to know Daniel would soon discover her vast wetness. The doorknob turned and she hopped up on the table, quickly folding her hands in her lap to give the impression she’d been waiting like a good patient all this time.

Daniel entered, wearing a white doctor’s coat with
Dr. Daniel Anderson
engraved on a small pin affixed to the collar. A stethoscope hung around his neck, he held a clipboard in his hand, and a pair of blue latex gloves peeked from one coat pocket. Her mouth fell open as she stared, more shame filling her as she felt the wetness of her arousal touching her thigh.
Oh, no.
She’d leaked onto the paper covering. Surely Daniel would notice—and soon. Nothing seemed to escape his all-knowing eyes.

“Good evening, Ms. Hall. I’m Dr. Anderson.”

She fidgeted on the table, feeling exposed and vulnerable before him. They were playing, but that didn’t mean the examination wouldn’t bring her great embarrassment. She bowed her head and took a deep breath. “Good evening, Dr. Anderson.”

He smiled and sat the clipboard on the counter, next to her folded clothes. “Lie back for me. We’ll begin with the breast exam.” His businesslike tone jolted through Emily, sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to her clit.

She lay back on the table, her upper half slightly elevated. Her knees wobbled together as she brought them up, placing her feet on the end of the table. The paper crinkled beneath her with every little movement, making her acutely aware of her embarrassing situation. As she shifted into position for the breast exam, her escaping arousal rubbed against her bottom cheeks, causing her face to flame with humiliation.

“Perhaps we need to change the exam table paper,” Daniel said as he snapped on one blue latex glove.

She avoided his gaze.

“Stand up for a second while I change it.”

Shamefaced, she jumped off the table and stood next to it, keeping her head down. She’d never been so embarrassed and turned on at the same time, her pussy continuing to pulse harder and harder.

Daniel approached the table and gazed pointedly at the spot of wetness shining on the paper. “Tsk tsk, Ms. Hall. Look what you did. That’s very naughty of you.”

“I—I’m sorry, Dr. Anderson.”

He shook his head and sighed in disappointment before yanking the paper down. He tore it off, crumbled the soiled paper up, and rolled a fresh sheet over the table. After disposing of the old paper, he glared down at Emily. She thought he looked older in the white doctor’s coat, and she felt small under his authoritative stare.

“Naughty patients must be disciplined, Ms. Hall. Please place your hands on the edge of the table and stick your bottom out.” As he spoke, he worked his belt off and drew it from his waist with a
whoosh.

Emily complied, the cool air streaming from the vent above hitting her privates as she spread her legs a bit. She stuck her bottom out and gripped the table. She peeked over her shoulder as he walked to her side, her gaze drawn to the folded belt dangling from his hand.
Thwack
! It landed with a resounding smack as it crashed into her flesh, and she gasped and tried to rise up, but Daniel put a steadying hand on her lower back. The belt struck her bare bottom nine more times, each strike searing across her skin like a lash of fire. When he released his hold on her, she rose up and danced on her toes, rubbing her tender backside.

“Ah, ah, ah, no rubbing, young lady. Now please get back on the table and try not to be so naughty this time, Ms. Hall.”

“Yes, Dr. Anderson.”

* * *

Daniel took his time kneading around Emily’s firm breasts, checking each one twice. Throughout the exam, her eyes remained shut and her breathing heavy. He suspected he’d find another spot of moisture on the paper if he checked, but he decided to tease his little girl in other ways.

“Everything feels normal,” he said.

She opened her eyes and turned her head toward him, locks of hair falling in her face. She brushed the silken strands from her eyes and bit her lip, looking shy and innocent as she lay on the table. And goddamn adorable. She released her lip, and his cock hardened to see it swollen and red. He’d put that sweet mouth to work later, after they arrived home.

“Now, Ms. Hall, I want you to scoot your bottom all the way to the edge of the table and put your feet in the stirrups.” He helped her into position, stepping back to admire the view once her feet were in place, her spread bottom resting on the edge. Her pussy lips were parted, revealing a copious amount of moisture glistening within the plump folds. A few steps closer and he smelled her sweetness, pungent and feminine and uniquely Emily. God, she was intoxicating.

He searched around in the cabinets for a disposable clear plastic speculum. Tearing the package open, he turned to allow Emily to witness him pulling it out. She paled and gawked at the item in his hand, her legs trembling in the stirrups. Next, he grabbed a new bottle of lubricating gel and carried both items to his naughty little patient, enjoying the open shock falling over her features. Sinking down on his stool, he wheeled between her legs, his eyes level with her spread bottom area. He brought the overhead lamp down and flipped it on, shining the light directly on her pussy.

“Keep your legs open while I coat you with lubricant,” he said, squirting a generous amount on his gloved fingers.

“Oh!” she gasped and then started when he placed the cool lube over her already slick lips. “That’s cold!” she said, her tone accusatory.

He peeked around her legs, raising an eyebrow at her. “Young lady, I suggest you remain cooperative or I’ll take my belt to your bottom again.”

“Yes, Dr. Anderson. I’m sorry.” She closed her eyes and her bottom clenched and unclenched as he continued spreading the lubricant around her lips and within, using two fingers to thrust in and out.

He relished the sound of her whimpers, grinning when he spotted her hands curled into tiny fists at her side. Taking hold of the speculum, he placed the tip at her pussy entrance. “Keep very still for this part, Ms. Hall.”

Her only response was another whimper. She remained still as he inserted the phallus-shaped end of the speculum, but her head thrashed from side to side and her legs continued to tremble.

“Everything looks fine so far, Ms. Hall. No need to worry. Let me take another look at your pretty pink parts, and then we’ll move on to your anal examination.”

A frustrated groan left her, and her fists pounded the table once.

Daniel’s cock chaffed against his pants as he drank in the sight before him. The clear plastic levered handle of the speculum protruded from between Emily’s stretched pussy. He wheeled closer and reached for her clit, which was swollen red and protruding above the contraption. He spread the lube around it, gazing up her flat stomach to the fullness of her breasts and peaking nipples. Arching her hips, she pressed her center against his swirling finger. Her fisted hands opened and she gripped the side of the table, her face contorting as her mouth fell open. Moaning, she climaxed right there on the table, the speculum still deep inside her. After the tremors of her orgasm faded, Daniel slowly removed the speculum, inching it out of her pussy as she gasped for air.

“You’re very responsive, Ms. Hall. Did you know that?”

She didn’t answer.

Daniel disposed of the speculum and hurried back to Emily’s side. He touched her arm as he lowered the table, making her lie flat on her back. “Take your feet out of the stirrups and scoot up on the table, then turn over on your tummy.”

As she complied and assumed the new position, he reached into his pocket for the thermometer he’d retrieved from the supply room. He patted her bottom, then paused to caress the red stripes left by his belt. Emily kept her face turned to the side and facing the wall, but she lifted her head and glanced over her shoulder the moment he spread her bottom cheeks apart.

“Before I inspect your bottom, I’m going to take your temperature, Ms. Hall.”

“Please don’t.” She clamped her legs together, but it didn’t deter his exploration of her rosebud. He placed a dollop of the cool lubrication to her quivering hole, slipping one glove covered fingertip into her tightness.

“Your bottom hole is extremely tight. I’m going to need more lube.” Daniel added another generous squirt of lubrication to her puckering hole, working it inside her with slow and gentle thrusts.

He removed his finger and pressed the tip of the thermometer to her tight entrance, pushing the slim object into her until it was fully seated.

“Hold this in your bottom. Don’t you dare push it out.” Releasing her cheeks, he enjoyed the vision of the thermometer poking out of her firm little backside. “Three minutes,” he announced, backing up to the counter. He leaned against it, his eyes fixed on his squirming patient.

Emily kept shifting on the table, moving her head from side to side and lifting up on her elbows as if trying to get comfortable. Each time she moved, her bottom clenched. Daniel grinned, knowing she was trying her best to hold the thermometer in place.

“All right. Time’s up,” he said after the three minutes ended. “Ah, looks like you don’t have a fever.” He withdrew the thermometer from her bottom hole and set it aside, keeping her cheeks splayed open. More lubrication followed, and he worked it into her bottom hole the same way he’d done earlier.

“Are you finished yet?” Desperation resounded in her tone, and she meet his eyes with a pleading look.

Shaking his head, he moved closer to her spread center. “Not yet, Ms. Hall. I need to get my finger all the way inside you now.”

She turned and buried her face in her hands, and he detected the scent of her arousal, noting more moisture leaking from her slit that definitely wasn’t from the lube. Thrusting deep, he inserted one finger into her snug little bottom hole. Her muscles clamped down on his finger, and she emitted tiny whimpers as he remained unmoving inside her exquisite tightness. God, she was so unbelievably tight. She tried to pull away from him, but he stilled her with a firm hand to her lower back, holding her in position atop the paper that kept crinkling with her movements.

“Clench down a few times so I can check your anal tone. Five times should do it.”

“I couldn’t possibly do that. Please don’t make me!” She tried to bring her heels up, but he swatted her thigh and directed her feet down.

“Do you require another demonstration about what happens to naughty patients? Hmm?”

She released a loud, frustrated sigh, then a second later clamped her muscles around his digit.

“Very nice, Ms. Hall. Now again. Good girl. Again.” He kept his finger submerged in her tight hole until she reached five clenches before pulling out of her, removing his gloves with a snap and tossing them in the trash.

“Your examination is finished. You may put your clothes back on.” He picked up her folded clothing and handed her the dress and bra, but tucked her panties into his pocket as she watched, wide-eyed and flushing. “You won’t be needing these in the foreseeable future.”

Before they left his office, Daniel asked her if she was interested in birth control. She nodded and after a brief discussion, they decided on a depo shot. She closed her eyes as he gave her the shot, and he placed a Band-Aid on her arm and kissed it while she giggled.

“All done,” he said. “Now, let’s go home. It’s going to be a long night for you, Emily.”

Chapter Eight

Emily’s heart pounded as she writhed beneath Daniel’s strong, muscular body. She had walked by Daniel’s bedroom every day since her arrival at the Twisted River, but she’d never gone inside—let alone stripped naked and crawled under his sheets. Now here she was, pressed to the bed, flesh to flesh, as he trailed kisses up and down her neck. His hard cock nudged against her inner thigh, and she lifted her hips in invitation. She groaned when he continued to tease her with kisses, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer.

“You were the naughtiest patient I’ve ever had, Emily.” His mouth covered hers, his tongue delving inside as he kissed her hard, literally taking her breath away. Tremors of desire shook her to her very core, and the frantic need to feel his length filling her up spurred her to struggle against him, fighting to quench her desires.