Her Old-Fashioned Doctor Page 8

  Hell, she hadn’t met a single person from town aside from the waitress on her first night here. What if everyone here hated her, especially once they found out she came from a privileged family? The houses here were as debilitated as many of the closed bridges she’d taken pictures of today, the people so poor they wouldn’t have access to the most basic medical care if not for John’s house calls.

  “Shh,” he said, brushing yet another tear from her face. “It’s going to be okay, Melissa. It’s just a spanking, and when it’s over, I’m going to take good care of you. All right? I will stay with you and hold you until you calm. I will not leave you alone, and I certainly won’t send you packing. In fact, if you try to leave, I will paddle your naughty bottom a second time tonight.”

  She was touched by his firm insistence that she stay, even though doubts whispered in the back of her mind that it wasn’t possible to make a life here. Didn’t she wish to go back to school? Attend classes at the art institute Steven and her parents had frowned upon? All the possibilities for her future whirled through her mind and made her dizzy. She didn’t know what she wanted anymore, but the thought of being without John brought more tears to her eyes. It was all so terribly complicated.

  “I-I’m sorry I was naughty, John. I will accept whatever punishment you deem fit.” she said, meaning every word.

  A pleased look crossed his face, and he nodded and stared pointedly at her dress. “You will be naked during your spanking, Melissa. Take your shoes and dress off. Panties too.”

  “Yes, sir.” She slipped out of her dress and it fell to her feet in a pool of fabric. Her panties came next, and she pushed the garments aside along with her sandals. Though the lamplight was dim, a profound sense of vulnerability filled her as she stood naked before John. Not only was he fully dressed, but he was the one in charge, and the balance of power shifted between them. She’d never been so aware of his strength and his dominance than in this moment.

  He grasped her hand and led her to the bed. The resolute glint in his eyes told her he meant business, and a shiver coursed up her back despite the warm quickening in her pussy. She flushed and her breasts felt heavier, her nipples becoming painfully erect. Instinctively, she covered her chest, not wanting him to witness her arousal in the face of a punishment.

  John sat on the edge of the bed and drew her to stand between his legs. He removed her hands from her breasts and regarded her sternly. “Why are you covering yourself all of a sudden, Melissa? I’ve seen you naked before.”

  “I don’t want to tell you.”

  “Ah, but you will. Of course I can guess the problem too. Judging by your hard nipples and your increased breathing, I’d say you’re excited right now, even though I’m about to give you a punishment spanking.”

  Shame overwhelmed her and she lowered her head. “Please, just spank me.”

  His hand crept up her inner thighs, and she trembled and whimpered in despair. She shuddered with pleasure the second his fingertips played along the outside of her pussy lips, and her embarrassment deepened. Her face flamed, and she was certain she’d never blushed so hard in her whole life.

  “You’re very wet, young lady.” He sounded pleased, but surely she’d misread his tone. “Look at me.”

  She tore her eyes from his chest and reluctantly met his gaze.

  “Why are you so embarrassed right now, Melissa?”

  “Be-because I shouldn’t be excited. I’m in trouble. Real trouble. I’m sorry.”

  He delved inside her moist lips, running his fingers through her immense wetness. When he came into contact with her clit, she closed her eyes and almost started to cry. Somehow she maintained her composure and didn’t grind against his hand, though every cell in her body screamed out to give into her desires.

  “I am pleased that your body is reacting this way to my discipline, Melissa.” He shoved a finger into her pussy channel. A strained gasp left her, and she fought to remain steady on her feet while he pumped into her with slow thrusts. He didn’t touch her for long, and she soon found herself being guided over his lap. “You crave this punishment, even though you fear it. I know you are confused and ashamed by your arousal right now, but I assure you this is normal for a natural submissive.”

  She processed his words, astounded that this was normal. Nothing about her interactions with John felt normal. From having dinner with him as a random stranger to willingly displaying herself on an examination table under his guidance. No, this wasn’t normal, but she couldn’t deny the tender feelings that combined with pure unbridled lust for John. She arched her bottom up to meet his hand as he caressed her bottom, even though those caresses would soon turn to firm spanks.

  “From now on, Melissa, if you do something to endanger your safety, such as distracting someone while they are driving as you did tonight, you will be punished severely. You were warned to stop, but you failed to obey my instructions, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”

  He shifted on the bed and brought one leg atop hers, and then he raised his hand and brought it down with a sharp slap to her upturned bottom.

  *

  Melissa squirmed and attempted to dodge his blows, but John tightened his hold on her and continued spanking her without missing a beat. It wasn’t long before her hands flew back to cover her backside, and he gathered her wrists at the small of her back, much to her frustration. She cried out as her butt turned a deep shade of red under his punishing smacks. The sweetness between her thighs peeked out with her struggles, but he pulled his gaze away and focused on chastising the naughty miss over his knee.

  He applied several particularly harsh slaps to her sit spot and moved lower to thrash her thighs. Pinkness bloomed under his hand and he continued on, returning his attention to her quivering cheeks.

  “Oh! Please, John! I’m sorry!” Her pleas rang out, interspersed with whimpers and the steady rhythm of thwacks he landed on her little backside.

  “You were naughty, Melissa,” he reminded her. “And you will be punished accordingly.”

  Pausing, he splayed her cheeks apart and spread moisture from her pussy over her bottom hole. She jerked on his lap and kicked her feet. “Wh-what are you doing?”

  His response was a push into her tightness. He filled up her tight passage with two fingers, pressing knuckle deep before withdrawing and thrusting into her all over again. “This is part of your punishment, Melissa. Naughty girls get fingers, plugs, and sometimes a cock in their ass too.”

  Steady plunges into her backside had her gasping and uttering promises to be good, but he chastised her little hole with quick, shallow thrusts until the moisture he’d spread atop her entrance dried up. He showed no mercy and gave her one last deep push before withdrawing and cupping her right cheek.

  “Please no more spanking! I’ve learned my lesson, sir!”

  “Yes, Melissa. More spanking. I will be the one to determine when you’ve learned your lesson, not you.”

  He spanked her until she ceased writhing on his lap. She sobbed into the covers and he rubbed her heated bottom. The lamplight danced across her smooth creamy skin and accentuated the golden streaks in her otherwise dark hair. He ran a hand through her silky locks and stroked her head, willing her to calm.

  “Shh, little girl. It’s over now, and all is forgiven.”

  A fresh sob broke loose and her shoulders heaved. John turned her over gently and got her situated in his lap, cradling her against his chest. She fit in his arms perfectly, as if she’d been created just for him. He grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and wiped the lingering tears from her eyes.

  “Are you sure you’re not still mad?” She sniffled and stared at his chest.

  He brought her gaze to his with a firm hand on her chin. “You were naughty, Melissa, and I was upset with you. But you’ve been punished, and I have no doubt you learned your lesson while I reddened your little bottom. I’m not mad at you, sweetheart. Trust me when I say you’re forgiven. Now come
here.” He guided her back into his embrace and she wrapped her arms around his waist. Her soft breaths tickled his chest, and his heart swelled with tenderness for the sweet, young woman who stirred his passion beyond all bounds.

  During the following days she was on her best behavior. She was quick to obey his commands, both inside and outside the bedroom, and her eyes held a softness he hadn’t noticed before. She seemed happier and more relaxed. Her tinkling laughter filled the cabin and each evening when he arrived home she rushed into his arms, a brilliant smile lighting her face.

  On his next Friday in the office, she tagged along and spent hours entertaining the children in the waiting room. She set up a table and helped them work on various crafts, using the meager supplies she’d found at the drug store in town. When he walked into the waiting room to call for his next patient and saw her holding a baby, the world tilted and he saw the future he wanted. He became flustered and forgot the name of the patient he’d been about to call, and he had to glance down at the chart in his hands to refresh his memory. As he looked up, his gaze locked with Melissa’s and she grinned at him. The baby cooed at her and the child’s mother looked on with approval. Throughout the day, each and every patient commented on how exceptionally kind Melissa was, especially the parents who appreciated her efforts to keep their children occupied in the busy waiting room.

  “Thank you for being so wonderful today,” he said after the work day ended. He held her hand as they walked down the street, headed for the diner.

  “Oh, it was nothing.” She shrugged and stared off into the distance, a content look relaxing her features. “I had fun. The people around here are so friendly. Even after they realized the Mercedes being repaired at the shop belongs to me, they didn’t treat me any differently. I’ll admit I was worried about that.”

  The bell above the door jingled as they entered Amy Lou’s. They took their usual booth and enjoyed cheeseburgers followed by a slice of chocolate cream pie. John couldn’t take his eyes off Melissa, and he marveled at their chemistry and the closeness they shared. She admitted to feeling better after he’d punished her for intentionally distracting him while driving, and he shared more of his beliefs about domestic discipline with her while she listened intently, rarely blinking as she held his gaze across the table.

  Though she asked plenty of questions and was obviously curious about DD relationships, a sadness darkened her visage as the dinner continued, and she became quieter and quieter. John worried he’d scared her off with his forthrightness. The drive back to the cabin was painfully silent, and the spark of tension that always simmered between them was absent.

  “Tell me what’s wrong, Melissa.” He parked the truck in his driveway and reached for her hand. To his dismay, she tensed at his touch.

  “I had a great time today. I really enjoy spending time with you, and I appreciate you letting me stay here.”

  “But?”

  “But you know I can’t stay forever.” A faint tremor shook her voice.

  He wanted to compel her to stay, wanted to make her promise to stick around for at least another month. Then at the end of that month he’d do the same thing all over again, until she finally promised to stay forever. Their situation was unique. Hundreds of miles would separate them after she left, and he needed to make every moment up until her departure count, because calling her up for a date night or dinner at Amy Lou’s wasn’t going to happen once she drove away. Even if they remained in contact, he worried a long distance relationship would be fraught with too many difficulties to overcome. He was the type of man who liked to take care of his woman, and how could he do so when she was in Florida or New York? He couldn’t just drive away and leave House Call Hope unattended, and while his doctor cousins were capable of handling his patient load, they were only able to volunteer their time every couple of weeks.

  John pulled Melissa’s hand up and kissed her fingertips, letting his mouth graze across her skin. Her lips parted and she inhaled a quick breath.

  “I know I can’t make you stay, darlin’. I just want you to be happy. The best promise you can ever make me is to be happy. To ignore the wishes of your parents and make your own path in the world, one that you find fulfilling.” He meant every word, and she must have sensed it, because her face melted as he spoke.

  “Thanks, John. I’ve got to leave soon, but I’m not ready to leave yet.” Her smile lit up the whole mountainside, and he drew her close for a kiss.

  Chapter Eight

  Melissa walked around John’s property, continually lifting her face to the warmth of the morning sun peeking through the trees. As always, the quietness of the country soothed her and helped drown out most of her worries. Since coming here, the knowledge that she’d be leaving soon weighed her heart down more than her upset over Steven’s betrayal, but traipsing around outside in the fresh air without the constant sound of traffic helped mute those negative thoughts.

  She found a path on the edge of the clearing behind his cabin and ventured into the woods. To her delight it looped around his property, including the pond, and she wondered if maybe on the weekends he liked to hike in the woods for exercise. It would certainly explain his fit physique, especially his muscular thighs.

  As she came around to an opening in the trees, she spotted a faded blue canoe turned upside down but slightly tilted up against a tree. Excitedly, she flipped it over and found a paddle underneath. She skimmed the canoe for signs of damage but found it was in good shape. No holes or soft spots. Through the trees, she eyed the pond with longing.

  Technically, she’d never been canoeing before, but she’d gone kayaking on a river once and done just fine. Hadn’t flipped over accidently or crashed into any rocks. The pond was calm with no current and definitely no rocks in sight. Really, there was no danger. She chewed her lip, wondering if perhaps she should call John and ask for permission first.

  The woodshed loomed in her periphery vision, and her stomach flipped at the thought of being led there for a switching. But he’d made her promise not to go swimming alone. He hadn’t said a word about canoeing. The prospect of paddling to the center of the pond and floating while reading a book was too good to resist, and she tossed the paddle into the canoe and started dragging it toward the water. It was heavy and she was sweating from her exertions by the time she reached the pond, but she made it there without any troubles.

  She rushed into the cabin to grab a book out of her suitcase, a weathered old romance novel she’d borrowed from her grandmother and never returned, and hurried back outside. Fast footsteps carried her to the canoe, and she tossed her book in and pushed it halfway into the water. Then she jumped in and grabbed the paddle, using it to push off from the shore.

  The canoe drifted off and she smiled, surprised at how light and carefree she felt. Having grown up close to New York City, she had never really gotten to enjoy the quiet of nature. Even on family vacations she couldn’t ever seem to escape the noise and the people. Her parents liked to travel in style and the mere thought of going camping in the forest would probably give her father a heart condition and her mother a stress headache.

  Lily pads with white flowers dotted the side of the pond nearest to the woodshed. Melissa gaze at them in fascination, certain that she’d never seen lily pads in person before. Only in pictures.

  She breathed in and surveyed the surrounding woods, squinting as the sun reflected off the water rippling around the canoe. After a few minutes of taking it all in, she placed the paddle down and reached for her book. She read a few chapters, pausing occasionally when thoughts of John became louder than the story. The Viking hero in her novel suddenly took on the face of a certain doctor, and in each love scene she was the reluctant heroine being ravished by her new husband.

  The warmth of her arousal combined with the sun’s heat to make her sweat, and she longed to go for a swim but dared not jump out of the canoe. She peered at the sky and tried to surmise the time based on the position of the sun, but failed m
iserably. Two O’clock? Three? She shook her head and wished she’d worn a watch.

  She sat her book aside and picked up the paddle, ready to make her way back to shore. As she passed by the lily pads, she glanced at the house and noticed a figure in the back doorway. Her heart skipped a beat and she paddled faster, though her hands were suddenly shaking. She tried to remember his exact wording when he’d given her the rules concerning the pond. He’d definitely told her no swimming alone, but had he told her not to go near it too?

  “Melissa!” His shout echoed through the trees, the panic in his voice making her stomach clench with dread.

  She paddled faster and reached the shore just as he did. Firm hands pulled her from the canoe. Before she could even say hello, he tucked her into his side and landed three firm swats to her bottom.

  “Hey! What’s the big deal?” She yanked out of his hold and spun to face him, rubbing her bottom. Her thin shorts hadn’t offered much protection from his punishing hand.

  His livid expression and the anger radiating from him made her tummy do a flip. He stepped back a few paces and ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath, as if he were trying to calm himself. Her hands trembled harder and a knot formed in her stomach and tightened with each passing moment. Finally, he spoke.

  “You went out on the pond by yourself.” His cold tone sent a shiver up her spine. She’d never seen him so upset, and her spirits sank as she realized she was the cause of it.

  “You said no swimming alone. I wasn’t swimming.”