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  John occupied her thoughts and left little room for anything else.

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  The steady sound of rain falling on the surrounding forest greeted John when he stepped out of his truck. He grabbed his medical bag and headed for the cabin, thankful to be home an hour earlier than planned. Most nights he was in no rush to get home. An empty cabin only served to exacerbate his loneliness, but tonight was different. Melissa was waiting for him. He had worried she’d have second thoughts about staying with him, a virtual stranger, but her dented car remained in his driveway, parked in the same spot as when he’d left this morning.

  A delicious aroma filled his senses the moment he entered the cabin. He inhaled deeply and grinned. Apparently Little Miss Fender Bender knew how to cook. He placed his medical bag next to the door and strode to the kitchen, only to find it empty. Noticing the soup simmering in the crockpot, he lifted the lid briefly and inhaled the appetizing scent. He hoped it tasted as good as it smelled. He resisted the urge to sample it and instead set out in search of Melissa.

  Most of lights were turned off in the house, and he flicked them on as he moved from room to room. Once he reached her bedroom, he peeked through the cracked doorway, suspecting she’d fallen asleep on this dreary afternoon. The weather had been perfect until about an hour ago when dark clouds rolled in and the heavens broke loose. As he looked through the opening, he nudged the door. The hinges creaked, and a half-naked figure on the bed shrieked so loud his ears started ringing.

  He stared at her, unable to tear his eyes from the erotic sight. Melissa gazed at him, her lips parted in a perfect O. Her face turned redder with each second. She was wearing the same dress from this morning but had it pushed up past her waist, and she held a mirror in one hand, positioned to give her a view between her legs. The air left his chest. She wasn’t wearing underwear, and he had an unbridled view of her smooth, pink pussy.

  “Oh God! John! Get out!” She tossed the mirror aside and started pushing her dress down to cover her nudity, but it was too late. He’d seen everything.

  He gaped at her, confused about what he’d just witnessed, and slowly backed out of the room. He said something, but whatever words came out of his mouth he wasn’t certain. He probably apologized, but as he headed back to the kitchen he wasn’t able to recall a single thing he said. Desire pulsated through him in sharp waves, seeming to increase the ringing that still buzzed in his ears.

  He swallowed hard and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. Holy fuck. He’d walked in on Melissa while she was pleasuring herself. The knowledge that she’d been stroking her pussy and looking into a mirror as she did so boggled his mind. He took a long swig of beer.

  “Fuck.” He pounded a fist on the counter. Why hadn’t he knocked first? Now the poor girl was likely so mortified she’d probably be packed and gone in less than five minutes. He finished the beer and sat the empty bottle on the counter. The ringing in his ears lessened, and he cocked his head and listened for the sound of her rapid footsteps pounding toward the front door.

  He ran a hand through his hair and tore a path over the wooden floor, pacing from the sink to the table as he considered the situation. To his surprise, Melissa appeared in the kitchen doorway, her hair disheveled and her cheeks stained a deep shade of pink. God, she looked more beautiful than ever. She peered at him from under dark, thick eyelashes, her stance nervous as she twisted her hands together in front of her.

  “That wasn’t what you thought it was,” she blurted, lifting her chin a notch. “I wasn’t, er, you know. Masturbating.” She whispered the last word as if it was the most scandalous word in the English language.

  He regarded her, unsure if she was lying. Even if she wasn’t telling the truth, what did it matter? It’s not like she belonged to him. If she belonged to him and he caught her pleasing herself, she’d already be over his knee getting her naughty bottom paddled for touching herself without permission.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t knock, Melissa. I assumed you were taking a nap.”

  A pained look twisted her face and tears glistened in her eyes. His heart ached at the sight, and he approached her with slow steps, reaching out to still her fidgeting hands. He clasped her tiny hands inside his, rubbing his thumbs over her delicate wrists. “What’s wrong, darlin’?”

  “I am so embarrassed you caught me just now. It’s just that… Steven cheated on me who knows how many times, and I’m worried about my health. I feel fine, but I was inspecting myself to make sure everything was okay. You know, down there.”

  “I’m a doctor, Melissa. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. But you’re not a medical expert. You need to get checked out thoroughly by a medical professional. A full examination.”

  “I don’t like the sound of that. Besides, I had my annual exam two weeks ago and nothing was out of order, and I haven’t had sex with Steven in over a month. That’s good, right?”

  He continued caressing the soft underside of her wrists. “That is good. I’m sure you’re fine, Melissa,” he said, wanting to calm her worries. “But you still need to get checked out. Just to be sure.”

  “I will soon.”

  “When?”

  “Soon.” She drew back from him, scanning him with suspicion, as if she feared he’d suggest performing her examination himself.

  Of course he was considering it. The thought had entered his mind immediately, and not just because he wanted to touch her and get a closer look at those pink womanly folds. He worried she might not visit a doctor as soon as she’d promised. It made sense for him to help her, and he studied her as she stood before him, once again twisting her hands together. Nervous. Blushing. Excited.

  Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and he heard her quick breaths over the steady pounding of the rain on the roof. He walked halfway around her and kept his gaze on hers, and she turned to face him with a questioning gleam in her eye. Before she could speak, he backed her up against the counter, placing a hand on either side of her. Trapping her. Holding her in place.

  A soft whimper rose up from her, and he leaned his body into hers, pressing his center to hers. She didn’t try to escape, didn’t slap him or push him. There was no hint of fear in her eyes either, and he was thankful she wasn’t afraid of him. Desire reflected in her gaze, and she swallowed hard and parted her lips slightly as if she expected him to kiss her. But he wasn’t going to kiss her yet. He was going to tease her until she was so unsettled she begged for it.

  He put his mouth to her ear, and she shuddered and let loose another delicious whimper. “I think the idea of being spread open while I examine your most intimate places excites you, Melissa. I bet your tight little pussy is aching right now just thinking about me gazing at the pinkness between your thighs.”

  Another shudder raced through her and she moaned. She tilted her head to the side, as if inviting him to nibble more on her earlobe or perhaps trail kisses down her neck. His cock throbbed and he surged forward, pressing his center against hers and allowing her to feel his hardness.

  “John,” she said, moaning his name. “I’ve never had thoughts like these before.”

  “Maybe not specific thoughts, but that doesn’t mean you won’t like it. It doesn’t mean you won’t grow moist as I take my time inspecting each and every fold of your pussy. And your bottom hole too. I will be thorough in my inspection, Melissa.”

  He traced the edge of her jaw and brushed his lips along the softness of her earlobe, and she arched her center into his.

  “Of course,” he continued, “you might not be the most agreeable patient. If you fail to cooperate during your exam, I will have no choice but to punish you.”

  “P-punish m-me how?”

  “A hard spanking on your bare bottom, Melissa. I’ll hold your ankles up in the air and swat your butt while you’re lying on the examination table, and I’ll keep going until your bottom is a deep shade of red no matter how much you beg me to stop.”

  She released a deep breath and grabbed onto
his shoulders, gyrating her center against his, and leaned her head back until her lips were a mere inch from his. “When?” she asked, her voice hungry with desire. “When can we do this?”

  “After dinner, Melissa. We’ll go to my office in town.”

  He captured her lips and kissed her as thoroughly as he planned to inspect her later, feeling the intensity of her arousal as she responded with vigor, meeting the thrusts of his tongue and raking her fingers through his hair. She tasted like mints and coffee, and something much sweeter. He drank her in, reveling in her softness and her responsiveness. He reached one hand between her legs and cupped her pussy through the material of her dress, grinding the heel of his hand into her center.

  Finally, he broke away and stared down at her. She was panting, her eyes a darker blue than he’d ever seen, and her lips were swollen from his kisses. “Are you wearing panties right now?”

  “No.”

  “The correct response is, ‘No, sir.’”

  “N-no, sir.”

  He stepped back, reluctantly releasing his hold on her. “Lift up your dress and show me, Melissa.”

  She bit her lip and looked at him with hesitation before reaching for the hem of her dress. Meeting his stare, she pulled up the fabric, revealing her slender legs and shapely hips, as well as the bare pink folds between her thighs. He looked from her pussy and back to her eyes, shaking his head in a scolding manner as he crossed his arms.

  “That’s very unladylike of you to walk around the house without panties, Melissa.”

  “I’m sorry, sir.”

  “Move your legs apart a few steps,” he instructed.

  She obeyed, and he knelt down to gaze at her pink parts. Her pussy lips were slick and parted to reveal the more delicate folds within, and her clit was swollen and red.

  “Your pussy is very wet, Melissa.” He stood up and frowned at her, continuing with the scolding he suspected would only incite her desires further. “You should be ashamed of yourself for walking around my house without panties, especially when your arousal is leaking out of your privates like that. You’re a very naughty little girl, and I won’t tolerate such behavior under my roof.”

  Her legs trembled. “I’m sorry I was a bad girl.”

  “Not as sorry as you’ll be after I spank that naughty bottom of yours.” He grasped her hand and led her into the living room. Her skirt fell back into place as she scurried along beside him. Strands of hair fell in front of her face when she lowered her head in a show of submission he found sweet and downright erotic. Oh, the things he wanted to do to her.

  He sat on the couch and guided Melissa to stand between his legs. “Since this is your first spanking, Melissa, you will only be receiving a dozen swats with my hand. However, in the future, you can expect a harsher punishment if you misbehave.”

  “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

  He patted his thigh. “Get over my knee, little girl. It’s time for your spanking.”

  Chapter Four

  Melissa’s heart raced and raced. She crawled across John’s hard thighs and the cool air caressed her bottom the instant he lifted her dress up. Her whole body shook with longing, and she felt the moisture between her legs increasing. Slickness rubbed together as her thighs touched, and she gasped when he cupped her ass. He was touching her on the bare, and try as she might she found no fault in his actions or hers. She’d never been so wild in all her life, experiencing such naughtiness with a man she’d just met.

  She let the moment wash over her. When he spoke, his deep commanding tone sent shivers up and down her spine.

  “You were walking around the house without panties on, weren’t you, Melissa?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Since you apparently aren’t capable of doing it yourself, starting tomorrow I will pick out your panties each morning and help you put them on, young lady. Is that understood?”

  His words shamed her yet left her quivering. “Yes, sir.”

  He raised his hand and brought it down on her left cheek, marking her with a searing slap. The sting spread across her flesh, and he struck her right cheek next. She gasped with each smack and ground her center over his erection, grinning to herself when she heard him stifle a groan. He was enjoying this as much as she was, if not more.

  “Such a naughty little girl.” He spanked harder.

  She moaned and parted her legs, lifting her bottom to meet the punishment he was so sternly meting out.

  After a sigh of frustration, he said, “I can see I’m going to have my work cut out with you, Melissa. You are incorrigible, and your wanton display has just earned you an additional twelve blows.”

  Her eyes went wide and she started to squirm as the sting increased. She clamped her legs together then, having lost count of how many spanks had already fallen. Clutching the sofa cushion, she kicked her legs and found herself trying to avoid the next slap.

  “Oh, no you don’t. That’s especially naughty, Melissa. You need to be a good girl and submit to your punishment. Now spread your legs again so I can see the pink slickness within.”

  Whimpers left her but she complied, bracing herself for the next smack. Except it didn’t come right away. Instead, he massaged her flaming mounds, taking his time as he explored every inch of her bottom and even spreading her cheeks during his ministrations.

  “You have a pretty puckering hole,” he said while keeping her spread wide, “and I plan to inspect it most thoroughly later tonight.”

  She summoned every last iota of self-control to remain still over his lap while he shamed her with his words and his actions. She felt increasingly vulnerable and on display, but she imagined her embarrassment growing as the night progressed. John was a confident man who knew what he was doing, and he was attuned to her responses as she writhed upon his thighs.

  “Your pussy lips are so wet your entire center is glistening, Melissa. It seems the longer I thrash you, the plumper your lips become too.” He traced a finger through her moisture and she shuddered. “Now, lift your bottom up to receive the remainder of your punishment, young lady. Higher, higher. Good.” He patted her sore cheeks in a gesture of approval.

  She closed her eyes and braced herself for the next slap, and he didn’t make her wait long. Flames coated her bottom and the temperature increased with each thwack of his hand upon her upturned butt. Tears prickled in her eyes and she cried out, and then the spanking ended and he turned her over. He seated her upright in his lap and cradled her as if she were a child in need of comfort. The moment was profoundly intimate, and she peered at him while he stroked her hair.

  Strange as it was, she felt safe and loved as pain radiated from her punished bottom, her soreness lingering. She squirmed on his lap, stunned to find she enjoyed the harshness of his jeans brushing against her freshly spanked cheeks.

  “Are you all right, Melissa?”

  “Yes, sir. That was…” Wonderful. Exciting. Arousing.

  “You don’t have to say anything, darlin’. Just let me hold you for a while.” His deep voice rumbled next to her ear, lulling her into a peaceful state she despaired ever leaving.

  The thunder rumbled louder and the lights flickered intermittently. John rubbed her back and toyed with her hair. She closed her eyes and leaned into his chest. The steady beating of his heart soothed her like no other sound before. Had she ever been held so tenderly while listening to a man’s beating heart? Sadness filled her when she realized she hadn’t.

  Steven never held her. Not like this. Moisture brimmed behind her closed eyelids. How stupid she’d been to stay with him for so long, to continue with their farce of a happy engagement and buy a house together, and to ignore all the rumors of his infidelity and hard partying ways. Sighing inwardly, she shook away the thoughts of him, not wanting him to spoil this moment with John.

  “Why do you live here all alone?” Melissa asked, finally breaking the silence. As handsome and charming as John was, she was surprised women weren’t lining up outside his ca
bin door, waiting for their turn to be spanked.

  He stiffened and stopped rubbing her back. “Are you asking why I’m not married?”

  “Yes, I suppose I am. Sorry if that’s rude.”

  His posture relaxed and he placed a kiss on her forehead. The feel of his warm lips lingered after he pulled away.

  “It’s not rude.” He gave her a smile that appeared painfully forced and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I want you to always feel comfortable asking me any question.” He paused and sadness reflected in his dark eyes. “M-my wife, Jeri, passed away a week after we married.”

  Her heart broke. “I’m so sorry. Wh-what happened?”

  “It was a scuba diving accident. We were on our honeymoon. She’d been scuba diving before and enjoyed it, but this time a shark ventured too close to us. I motioned for her to stay calm but she panicked and rose to the surface too quickly. She had an embolism and died immediately.”

  Melissa cupped the side of his face. “How long ago did this happen?”

  “Six years ago.” He leaned into her touch. “It seems like forever ago sometimes, or like it happened in another life, or to another person entirely.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said, unsure of what else to say. No words could erase the deep wounds of losing a loved one.

  They spent another half hour on the sofa, until the dinging timer on the crock pot pulled them into the kitchen. While the soup cooled, John helped Melissa prepare the cornbread and salad, and he even set the table. The lights continued to flicker, and he lit a candle in the center of the table in case the power went out completely.

  Dinner was a success. John had seconds and thirds of the soup, and he complimented her cooking skills throughout the meal. She wanted to protest that it was just simple vegetable soup, but she enjoyed his praise and flushed with pleasure in the wake of each kind word. She sensed it had been ages since someone had made him a home cooked meal, and she was glad to do something nice for him.