The Doctor's Pet Read Free

punitive slaps that made her squeal into his mouth.
    Tessa could not believe what was happening. Doctors and nurses kissed all the time—most of the hospital was sleeping with the rest of the hospital at any given time—but she’d never been the sort of girl to do that sort of thing. Now though, with Kirk’s tongue lashing hers, his palm landing against her scrub-clad rear over and over again with a crisp, hard whacking sound that echoed around the room, she didn’t know what kind of girl she was.
    Tessa began to whimper against his lips, shocked into momentary submission as he spanked her standing up, his palm catching her cheeks so hard she found her hips jolting forward against his hard frame, her clit tingling with each and every swat. He must have slapped her bottom two dozen times before he let up and showed some mercy.
    When he lifted his mouth from hers, she looked up into his face, her mouth open in a question as yet unspoken.
    “Because you deserve it,” he answered her look in gravelly tones. “And because you need it.”
    His hand was still on her bottom, holding her against his body. Tessa was too shocked to pull away, and enjoying the feel of his handsome muscular frame against her smaller form too much to want to.
    His thumb drifted over the rise of her cheeks and hooked in the back of her scrubs. Tessa felt the elastic easily give way to his will, her scrubs sliding over the curve of her rear and down her thighs, revealing a bottom clad in white panties. She made a half-hearted attempt to snatch them back up again, but by the time she grabbed the waistband, her panties were already joining them. In a matter of seconds, she was naked from the waist down, her panties and scrubs bunched about her knees.
    Kirk sat down in his armless swivel chair and beckoned her over. The moment he was more than arm’s length away from her, Tessa covered her privates with her hands, blushing profusely.
    “Come here, Tessa.”
    She found her feet moving in response to his summons, but with her scrubs in place around her knees and her hands clasped over her mound, she was reduced to a slow shuffle, which gave her enough time to realize what she was doing and stop.
    “Doctor…”
    “Come here, Tessa,” he repeated, his smooth baritone cutting through her doubt. “This is what you need, what I’d be willing to bet nobody has ever done before. Taken you in hand and given you a real reason to behave yourself.”
    “B-but…”
    He rolled his chair forward, took hold of her hand, and tipped her over his lap without another word. Tessa found the world spinning until finally she was face down toward the linoleum, her body pressed against his thighs, her bare bottom raised to his palm. Kirk began spanking her immediately, hard swats that landed first on one cheek, then the other.
    She let out a yowl of surprise at the intensity of the sting. He was not playing any kind of game with her. This was a real spanking. She cried out as the hard plane of his hand landed against her cheeks with hard, fast swats, her bare thighs kicking in protest at the heat searing through her flesh.
    “Why are you doing this?” She gasped the question desperately.
    “Because you need it,” he said simply, almost clinically. His palm was still performing its swift tattoo, keeping the heat high.
    “You’re crazy! You’re out of your mind!” She threw the accusations over her shoulder, hoping they would make him stop. He didn’t stop. He kept spanking her bottom hard and fast, making her toes drum against the linoleum of his office, her face flush red with embarrassment and every nerve in her body tingling.
    “You’re going to take a place on my team,” he informed her just as tears began pricking at her eyelids. “And you’re going to learn how to behave yourself. Every time you misbehave, you can expect to be disciplined, understand, Tessa?”
    “Understand? I could have you fired for this.”
    “No, you couldn’t,” he replied.