Doctor Dom Series Sequence One (Triage | Observation | Diagnosis): A BDSM & Medical Play Series Read Free Page A

over-the-knees spanking.
    I moved forward on slightly shaky legs; draped myself over his lap. He made a small growl in his throat as my hips made contact with his lap, as his erection brushed against my body; and I grinned in glee; resolving to wriggle around during my ‘punishment’ as best I could.
    “I think the punishment would be more effective,” he said easily, “if your hands were restrained…” He removed his tie, as I watched him from my position on his lap, my ass in the air, waiting and ready for its chastisement.
    “Yes, Dr. Anderson,” I muttered.
    He undid his tie, laced my hands behind my back; quickly bound them together with the tie. I tested my restraints. Surprisingly effective; I would have sworn up and down to all who would listen to me that Patrick wasn’t dominant, but he was certainly playing the role with conviction.
    “I think, as gorgeous as these are, these need to come off,” he said, tracing his hands over my panties. He raised my hips slightly, rolling down my panties to my knees; effectively preventing me from kicking out too much during my spanking. I grinned in his lap; this was turning out to be quite an evening.
    I could hear his intake of breath as my pussy came into view. He couldn’t see much of it, my thighs were held together by the panties at my knees, but he could see glimpses, and I could feel his cock twitch in response.
    “Part your legs,” he said, his voice hoarse. I complied, as best I could. Those panties were expensive too.
    He noticed what I was doing, and laughed. “Sorry,” he apologized. “Let’s get these off instead, shall we?”
    He slid them down right to my ankles, and I kicked them away.
    “Ok, panties safe and taken care of, let’s spread those legs, Lisa,” he said, his voice firm. My pussy was creaming at his tone; I spread my legs wide; the one leg was against his flat stomach; but I stretched out the other wide.
    “Good girl,” he said. I could feel his fingers at my pussy lips, and then, with no warning, he pushed two of his fingers inside of me. I arched off his lap at the intensity of the sensation; I moaned in utter abandon, as my body swirled with lust.
    His other hand quickly made its way to my lower back, holding me still, as he pumped his fingers in and out of my pussy a few times. Every nerve ending in my pussy was on fire; my hands were clenched around his sheets as his fingers controlled me, and I moaned on his lap with longing.
    He pulled his fingers out; pushed his fingers into my mouth. “Taste yourself,” he said, his voice harsh. I sucked on his fingers, closing my eyes, pretending it was his cock thrusting down my throat, pretended he was taking me for his pleasure, and his pleasure alone. I moaned again, as arousal spiralled through me.
    Then the spanking started, and I had no room for thought anymore.
    At first, he was gentle, the strokes falling evenly on my naked, exposed butt. He alternated cheeks, got a steady rhythm going, sliding his palm against my heated ass between the strokes. I was squirming around his lap, enjoying the feeling of his hand striking my skin; responding to the sound of his hand as it made contact; revelling in the heat that rose in my skin.
    I felt myself push my ass into his hand; silently beg for more. I didn’t talk though – part of what made this erotic for me was the loss of control; I had described what I needed, but beyond that, I had no control. Either Patrick was going to get this right, or he wasn’t.
    He was getting it very, very right.
    As I got used to the sensation, the strokes became harder. His left hand curled around my body, holding me close to his; his right hand rained blows down on my body; spanking my ass, stroking my ass; alternating hard strokes with soft brushes, scraping the red, throbbing skin with his fingernails in a move that had me groaning with sheer lust at the pleasure-pain of it.
    I could feel my ass redden; throb. He was making me jump and dance to his