the clasp of her bra, her pants and panties slipping over her ass and hips with almost no resistance at all.
He turned her around and pressed her stomach down against the lower part of the bed so she was bared and bent, her quivering bottom raised to him. Kirk did not make any attempt to hold her in place, or even to warn her to stay still. He just began spanking her with light, swift swats, stinging her rear in a merciful warmup.
Confession as to the cause of her lateness was now completely out of the question. He wasn’t interested in the reason for it. He was interested in making sure that she wasn’t late again. All Tessa could do was take the spanking and hope that he would not be too harsh or too displeased.
She tried to be as stoic as possible as he spanked her bottom to a warm glow, then stood back to view his handiwork. It seemed to please him. “Up on the bed, please, pet.”
With blushing cheeks at both ends, Tessa did as she was told, mounting the bed. She did not put her feet in the stirrups, and to her relief, he did not insist upon it. That relief was swiftly cut short when he used the bed control to lower the head of the bed so that she was lying naked before him.
His hands began to roam her body, cupping her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples. “You are in excellent physical shape,” he said as she began to squirm. They had been naked together so many times before, but in this setting, with him as the doctor and her as the naughty patient, her nakedness took on much more significance.
He reached up to her neck, gently checking her glands, then ran his hands down the front of her body, lightly probing here and there to see if there were any sore spots, aches, or pains. It was a most careful and caring examination, one that left her quite limp under his hands until his fingertips brushed up her inner thigh and her legs spread in instinctive response, giving him access to her mound.
To her disappointment, he did not play with her pussy. He brushed his fingers lightly over her mons, then slid one arm underneath her knees and lifted her legs up in the air.
“Kirk?”
“In this position I have full access to your bottom while still being able to see your face,” he said. She blushed furiously, knowing that he intended to watch her every reaction to what was coming next—and what was coming next was more spanking.
“There is very little in the way of physical reasons for you to be unable to make it to work on time,” he said. “That means it’s a matter of time management, my pet.” With every word, his palm clapped against her rear over and over again, hot sting building to a point where she wanted to cry out but stayed quiet in case anyone outside could hear.
He kept his eyes locked on hers the entire time, and somehow that made the spanking so much more embarrassing. She yearned to be put over his lap, where only the floor would be witness to her reactions.
Just when she thought she could not blush any more, he stopped spanking her, dropped a dab of lubricant on her anus, and slid a thermometer into her bottom without so much as a warning. The cool intrusion was relatively small compared to a butt plug, but having her rectal temperature taken in such a casually commanding fashion bought it home to her just how much she really did belong to him. He had taken her body as his to touch, to examine, to use as he desired.
Her legs were still above her head as he twisted the thermometer this way and that, making her feel every little bit of the smooth glass rod. Her pussy he left completely alone, in spite of the swelling and growing moisture.
“Kirk…” she moaned his name again.
“What’s that, pet? Don’t like having your temperature taken?”
“You know I’m not running a fever,” she said accusingly.
“You’re certainly very flushed,” he replied with a wicked smile. “It’s worth examining.”
It seemed to take a very long time for the thermometer to get her
He turned her around and pressed her stomach down against the lower part of the bed so she was bared and bent, her quivering bottom raised to him. Kirk did not make any attempt to hold her in place, or even to warn her to stay still. He just began spanking her with light, swift swats, stinging her rear in a merciful warmup.
Confession as to the cause of her lateness was now completely out of the question. He wasn’t interested in the reason for it. He was interested in making sure that she wasn’t late again. All Tessa could do was take the spanking and hope that he would not be too harsh or too displeased.
She tried to be as stoic as possible as he spanked her bottom to a warm glow, then stood back to view his handiwork. It seemed to please him. “Up on the bed, please, pet.”
With blushing cheeks at both ends, Tessa did as she was told, mounting the bed. She did not put her feet in the stirrups, and to her relief, he did not insist upon it. That relief was swiftly cut short when he used the bed control to lower the head of the bed so that she was lying naked before him.
His hands began to roam her body, cupping her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples. “You are in excellent physical shape,” he said as she began to squirm. They had been naked together so many times before, but in this setting, with him as the doctor and her as the naughty patient, her nakedness took on much more significance.
He reached up to her neck, gently checking her glands, then ran his hands down the front of her body, lightly probing here and there to see if there were any sore spots, aches, or pains. It was a most careful and caring examination, one that left her quite limp under his hands until his fingertips brushed up her inner thigh and her legs spread in instinctive response, giving him access to her mound.
To her disappointment, he did not play with her pussy. He brushed his fingers lightly over her mons, then slid one arm underneath her knees and lifted her legs up in the air.
“Kirk?”
“In this position I have full access to your bottom while still being able to see your face,” he said. She blushed furiously, knowing that he intended to watch her every reaction to what was coming next—and what was coming next was more spanking.
“There is very little in the way of physical reasons for you to be unable to make it to work on time,” he said. “That means it’s a matter of time management, my pet.” With every word, his palm clapped against her rear over and over again, hot sting building to a point where she wanted to cry out but stayed quiet in case anyone outside could hear.
He kept his eyes locked on hers the entire time, and somehow that made the spanking so much more embarrassing. She yearned to be put over his lap, where only the floor would be witness to her reactions.
Just when she thought she could not blush any more, he stopped spanking her, dropped a dab of lubricant on her anus, and slid a thermometer into her bottom without so much as a warning. The cool intrusion was relatively small compared to a butt plug, but having her rectal temperature taken in such a casually commanding fashion bought it home to her just how much she really did belong to him. He had taken her body as his to touch, to examine, to use as he desired.
Her legs were still above her head as he twisted the thermometer this way and that, making her feel every little bit of the smooth glass rod. Her pussy he left completely alone, in spite of the swelling and growing moisture.
“Kirk…” she moaned his name again.
“What’s that, pet? Don’t like having your temperature taken?”
“You know I’m not running a fever,” she said accusingly.
“You’re certainly very flushed,” he replied with a wicked smile. “It’s worth examining.”
It seemed to take a very long time for the thermometer to get her
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