The Doctor and the Naughty Girl Read Free

structure.
    And some discipline. Lots of it.
    Yes, it was a risky shot, but it was a calculated one. Last week, after the IT head for their medical group had sent an e-mail asking management to be on the lookout for certain sites, Dane had reviewed the website traffic logs for his office. And what he’d seen in Amity’s history was… eye-opening indeed. Spanking story sites. Shopping for BDSM erotic romance on retailer sites. Nothing pornographic, and nothing he’d even really bat an eye at normally, but it did make him wonder.
    So he had to take a risk here. He suspected she’d almost certainly screw things up again—she’d shown zero indication that she wouldn’t. Which meant this would either force her to shape up, or force her to just quit. He knew what he hoped she’d do. Sometimes, when people were struggling, they needed a little push, a nudge, in order to start moving in the right direction again.
    Or they needed their bottoms tanned.
    “ If it happens again, I’ll expect you to tender your resignation in writing. Immediately.”
    Amity’s face reddened. “I know that won’t be necessary, sir.”
    “I’m not done.”
    “Sorry.” She dropped her eyes, and he wanted to do nothing more than to caress her cheek, feel the softness of her skin, the heat of her blush against his palm.
    Dane took a deep breath. “In that event, you can choose to resign… or you can choose to be punished.”
    Amity’s gaze shot up. “Punished?”
    He gave her a solemn nod.
    Steady, Dane.
    Her eyebrow arched. “I don’t—how?”
    “How do you think, Amity?”
    “You’re not serious, are you?”
    Dane’s jaw creaked as he gritted his teeth. “I’m quite serious. You screw up again, and you choose not to walk? You’ll be spanked.”
    Amity’s face paled, but there were still points of color in each cheek, her eyes blinking rapidly. “I—I’m not some… little girl. You can’t do this.”
    Dane unlaced his fingers, placing his palms flat on the cool table. “What I do depends on you. It’s your choice. You can choose to shape up and start doing your job, and nothing will come of this. This warning won’t even go in your file.”
    She raised her chin, her eyes narrowing. “I won’t screw up. That… it won’t happen.”
    “As long as you do what you’re supposed to do, it won’t.” Dane met her gaze, glaring. “But if you don’t, you’re out of here—or you take the consequences. Again, your choice.”
    Amity pushed her chair back, gathering up her purse as she stood.
    “Where are you going?”
    Her head tilted, a thumb hooked over her shoulder. “Going… back to work?”
    “Sit down.”
    She hadn’t bolted, hadn’t cursed him, hadn’t called him a sexist prick, or any number of other names he’d imagined. His heart pounded in his chest, his erection not relenting one bit. He’d definitely be letting her leave the room first, because walking comfortably wasn’t in the cards for the next few minutes.
    Amity frowned. “I’d like to go. This isn’t exactly fun for me.”
    “It’s not for me either, but you brought this on yourself.” Dane pointed to her chair. “Sit down, Amity.”
    “Whatever.” She dropped her purse on the table, sitting down, but not meeting his gaze.
    “I want you to start taking better care of your appearance. You walked in today looking like you’d just rolled off of someone’s couch after a night partying. Skirt wrinkled, buttons undone. And it’s far from the first time.”
    Dane wanted to tell her she couldn’t wear heels anymore either, because they made the sway of her round bottom devastatingly effective. He wanted to tell her she had to cover up her breasts entirely, because there were too many times he’d wondered what their soft, vulnerable weight would feel like in his hands. And he wanted to tell her not to look at him with those big brown eyes anymore either.
    He had a feeling they had the power to bring a man to his knees.
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