Dr. Daddy Dom (Little Lake Bridgeport 2) (17 page)

"What are you doing?" she asked nervously, groaning as Layton's mouth encompassed her left nipple and gently sucked it to a rigid point.

"This is an anal speculum," Caine said, holding up a metal device that had a handle similar to that of pliers, and three long, smooth, horizontal prongs at the top. He squeezed the handle together and the prongs opened wide. "Ordinarily, I would insist on giving you an enema for this type of exam…"

"No!" she shrieked, shaking her head.

"Hush. He'll do whatever he wants to," Layton scolded gently, his mouth still filled with her breast.

"As I was saying, ordinarily I would administer an enema if I was conducting a real exam, but for this, we can just focus on the sensation. I'm going to use a condom over the prongs to prevent them from pinching you."

"This is so humiliating," May groaned as Layton released her breasts and moved his head between her legs so that he could watch.

"It's not much different than what you feel when we do ass play and plug you." A finger rubbed around her perineum and then moved to the tiny circle of muscles. Gently, it dipped into her, pulled out, and then delved deeper. "I just want to loosen you up as much as I can so that we can spread you as wide as possible. What's wrong?"

"You're
looking
down there!" Her face flushed red with embarrassment.

"I certainly am. Layton? Come here next to me so you can see everything."

May groaned again as the man hurriedly left her side and edged himself in beside his brother. He rested his head against her widely spread thigh and kissed the tender flesh. "She is remarkably beautiful. I've never paid attention to how her pussy goes from a pale pink to a dark rose."

"She sure is. Our darling wife is blushing quite prettily for us. I think she's a little shy, too, which is very endearing." Caine chuckled, slipping the circular sheath of latex over the joined tips of the closed prongs. He smoothed a generous amount of lube upon it and then returned to her exposed bottom hole, edging his finger in and out to prepare her for the intruder. "With the vaginal speculum in place, this should provide a very unique sensation. I'm sliding it in now. It doesn't feel much different than my finger, does it? Just a little cold."

May shook her head and looked away.

"Does that thing lock in place like the other one does?" Layton asked, adding his finger to the one Caine was still using to probe around the outside of her anus.

"The screws will keep it spread as far as we want it. I'm going to squeeze the handle. Tell me if anything starts to hurt."

"Go slow," May whimpered.

"I will." Caine watched in fascination as her sphincter slowly opened, taking his time to reach the maximum spread of approximately two and a half inches. Bolting the speculum in place, he sat back and admired his work. "How does that feel?"

"Weird. It's so different than when you are both doing me at once. It's more… intimate."

"That's because it's completely opened wide and vulnerable. What'cha think, Layton?"

"Wow. I just want to shove my cock right into both those gorgeous receptacles."

"Now, now, this is about May's pleasure, not ours. How is this feeling, my love?"

"I want to climb under a rock and die," she groaned. "Please stop staring at me down there."

"Not until I'm done. Relax," he ordered, bathing her clit with an iodine solution. "I've always wanted to try this with you, but haven't had the chance yet. Since you're somewhat immobile right now, it's the perfect opportunity."

"Is that what I think it is?" Layton asked, his voice showing a tremor of excitement.

"It's a sounding kit. We use these to dilate the urethra in cases of severe spasming post-surgery. In medical play, however, it's said to be quite enjoyable."

"You aren't putting those things in me!"

"Didn't I tell you to hush up? Caine will do anything he wants to," Layton said, lightly pinching the inside of her thigh.

"It won't hurt, I promise. I'm also making sure that this is as sterile a procedure as possible. We don't want to introduce anything into your system." Caine methodically bathed the area with the cleanser and then laid a paper towel on the bed. The kit was placed on top of it and then carefully opened to reveal several long, smooth metal tubes and a tuning fork. He changed his gloves and chose the narrowest tube from the selection.

"It's a bit cold, otherwise you might hardly even feel this," he murmured, spreading the lower portion of her clit open to reveal the tiny hole that lay hidden just above her slit. Placing the smooth, rounded tip to it, he inserted it gently and allowed it to naturally move inside. "Relax."

"It makes me want to pee."

"It's hitting the nerves that signal urgency. Squeeze your muscles and try to hold it."

"I can't with everything else in me," she whimpered.

"We have to be careful when we perform sounding on a woman," Caine explained, gently moving the tube up and down. "The urethra is very short compared to a man's, and can easily be injured. Don't ever force it."

Layton shuddered. "I don't want anyone sticking anything into my junk, thank you!"

"Me, neither," May grumbled. "Take it out."

"I'm not hurting you. This is the fun part. Using a tuning fork, ping it against a hard surface, like these stirrups, and then gently touch the sounding rod, like so…"

"Holy fuck!" May squeaked, her eyes wide.

Caine lifted the fork away and grinned. "You liked that, didn't you? Let's try a different pitch. Something a little deeper, perhaps?"

May groaned as he touched the lower resonance fork to the tube. "Her thighs are shaking," Layton observed.

"Can you carefully play with her clit while I do this? It will take some maneuvering, but will give her the full experience."

"I'll be damned!" Layton called out when, after barely touching the swollen little nub, May climaxed with so much force that she squirted her juices over both of them. Caine gently removed the sounding rod, released the latch of the vaginal speculum and slid it out, and then, finally, slowly closed the anal prongs. The latter escaped her body with a pop and Caine almost missed catching it before it flew to the floor. "Those are some muscles, huh?"

"They sure are. How are you doing?" Caine asked the panting woman.

"I think I took a rocket ship straight to heaven. Wow…"

"Are you satisfied now, Mrs. Marshall?" Caine asked with a grin as he snapped off his gloves and scooted closer between her knees.

"I don't think I'll have enough strength for another orgasm for a week. That was remarkable. Please inform my husbands that their services will no longer be necessary."

"Oh yeah? We'll see about that," Layton announced, latching his mouth onto her breasts again while Caine stood to unzip his trousers. She groaned as he penetrated her stretched pussy, her feet still held firm in the stirrups, and began to pump vigorously back and forth.

"Oh, dear G—" she screamed out again as her body rolled into another climax.

"Are you sure you won't be needing their services, Mrs. Marshall?" Layton asked, as she shuddered under his touch with post-climactic spasms.

"I change my mind…" she purred, her eyes closing before she drifted into a satiated sleep.

"She passed out on us," Layton exclaimed.

Carefully removing her feet from the stirrups, Caine chuckled. "I guess we found a way to keep her quiet for a while. Take her to the big bed and stay with her. I don't want her waking up alone. And Layton? If you plan on poking her while she's like this, try not to wake her up."

"Would I do something like that?"

"The leer on your face suggests that you would," Caine pointed out. "We also both know how much she loves being taken advantage of while sleeping, so have fun. I'm willing to make a wager that we won't hear any complaints about her
needs
for a few days."

With May in his arms, Layton raised an eyebrow. "Then you aren't married to the same woman I am. I'll give her until tomorrow evening, and then she'll be making demands again."

"I hope so!"

"I'm bored," Savannah grumbled, banging her head back against the pillow. "Can't we do something?"

"Do you have anything in mind?" Ian asked, offering her a crooked smile.

"I have several things in mind, but Dr. Meanie Butthead says I can't do anything until the stupid surgeon clears me," she growled. "Does that man have any idea what he's started?"

"Are you saying that you're horny?"

"You know I'm horny. How many times a day are you playing with my ass now? That's all I can think about. Who'd have thunk it?"

"Well, Caine knows about the process of making babies, so it's only to be expected that he knows how to press that special button. He's got an uncanny knack for knowing what people need most," Ian said.

"They're good people. I have to tell you something. Since we've been far away from the old house and with these people, I haven't felt a real desire to drink. It's only when
he
calls."

"We've changed your number and he shouldn't bother you again, baby."

"But what if he does? What if…" Her forehead wrinkled with worry.

"Layton's got our backs. He said he's got something up his sleeve and that he will take care of everything. Your dad will be a distant memory soon enough, I promise."

"We need to get the trust from him."

"What trust?" Ian asked.

"My mother left some money that will be released to me when I'm twenty-five. He's got the documents and the bank information, but has no access to the funds. He started talking about splitting it when Mom died, and has held on to it since. I doubt he's going to give it up easily."

"He can't hold your money hostage. There's got to be a copy of the trust at the bank or something. We'll let Layton know, okay?" Ian leaned on his side next to her on the bed and stroked her thigh with his finger. "So you've really been enjoying the ass play?"

Savannah blushed all the way to the roots of her auburn hair. "It's embarrassing having you stick your finger back there, but it starts feeling really good. May said that the boys… you know…"

"Have anal sex? Is that something you might be open to?"

"I don't know. Maybe. It's the idea that bothers me the most. It's sodomy, and—"

"Are you more concerned about the actual act of anal sex, or what people say about it?"

"Do you want to try it?" Savannah asked bashfully.

"Hell yeah, but I would never force you if you weren't interested." Ian tried not to look excited. "I have something to confess, as well. Since that horrid accident, it's like you've become a different woman. The Savannah I fell in love with is back, and I love her more than I ever have."

"I know I've never been into sex, but since this whole thing…" She reddened again. "I find myself fantasizing about things I never thought of before."

"Like what? Don't be embarrassed."

"May tells me about things she does with her husbands and some of them sound tantalizing. I'm really curious about what a spanking feels like now."

"You'll find out soon enough, I'm sure," Ian said with a chuckle.

"Why not now?" Savannah blurted out. She paled at the surprised look on Ian's face. "I mean, not hard. You don't have to if you don't want. Forget I asked."

"Shush up for a minute. Let me call Caine and get his okay."

"I don't want them to know! Ian! Put the phone down!"

"Caine? I was wondering if you think it's too early to introduce Savannah to the palm of my hand?"

"Hey, Ian. Is she acting up again?"

"Not at all. She's curious. The ass play has really been getting to her and she's wanting more."

"Ian!" Savannah shouted, hiding her face in her arms.

"As long as you go lightly and avoid any heavy impact, I don't see why you can't play a bit. Personally, I'd try to keep her off her tummy right now, so consider using the diaper position. Just be careful to listen to her and stop if anything other than her backside starts to hurt."

"How about… you know?" Ian cleared his throat, ignoring Savannah as she kicked his thigh and shook her head.

"No vaginal penetration until the surgeon clears her but, if she's up to it, give her something to smile about. She knows her body and will tell you if something doesn't feel right. Excuse me for a moment," Caine said. Ian could hear mumbled voices on the other end before his friend returned. "I'm sorry about that. May was pestering me to ask you whether it's okay for her to come by tomorrow and play while Layton and I go to work. If not, I'll take her to the safe house to stay with Sri and the girls."

"If she wants to come with us in the morning to get x-rays, absolutely. I can stop by and pick her up on the way, and then the two girls can spend the afternoon together," Ian said. "We're hoping for some good news, and that Vanna will be freed from the casts and the wires."

"I'm crossing my fingers for you. Please let me know how it goes, okay? Thanks for watching over May for us, too. Layton will come by and pick her up after work. I'm warning you that she's been in a mood, though, so let us know if she gets out of hand."

"I'm sure she'll be fine. You guys have a good night, and thanks again." Ian hung up the phone and turned to his blushing wife. "May's going to go with us to your appointment tomorrow and then spend the afternoon, okay?"

"Awesome! Can we have ice cream?"

"If you both behave yourselves. Now, would you like to know what Caine said regarding appeasing your curiosity?"

"Not really. I can't believe you called him and told him those things."

"He's a physician and a good friend, and look at what he's done for our marriage. I'm feeling genuine hope for the first time in a long time, aren't you? Savannah?"

"I'm still really scared. What if this all ends once we leave here?"

"What do you mean?"

"This house… this neighborhood… these people…" She struggled to find the words. "It's like a fairy tale that's all going to disappear once we leave."

"We don't have to leave, babygirl. The Marshalls have offered us this house for as long as we want it."

"We can't take their house from them, Ian. It's imposing."

"They specifically bought these homes in Little Lake Bridgeport for people like us. I'm paying rent, so it's not like it's a gift. And, if you really want to stay, Carlton Hardy has a bunch of new places he's building that we can choose from and purchase ourselves."

"We don't have that kind of money, Ian. Custom lake view houses have got to be priced in the millions," Savannah protested.

"I've been saving for a long time, and have enough for a solid down payment. Carlton has also offered me a job on his crew, so I won't have to travel to Dallas anymore."

"He did? When? What about your competitions?" Savannah looked surprised.

"There are more important things to life than bull riding. He and the guys had a long talk with me, and made me realize that I was still competing because I needed to feel like I still had value after all the stuff we've been through. My sense of self-worth has been renewed by taking care of you and I'm ready to move forward. With you. What do you think?"

"I'd like that," the young woman said quietly. "I really felt dumb at first, what with how everyone acted, but May straightened me out. We have a weird bond. I can't explain it, but there is something very special and comforting about her that I connect with, and I like it."

"She makes you smile and laugh. You've never really had a friend like her before," Ian said.

"Probably because I always scared them away. I didn't want anyone knowing about my life and how fucked up I was."

"That's over now, and no more dropping F-bombs." Ian kissed her cheek.

"What if I do?" Savannah asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Then I'm going to have to get tough with you. You're going to start following the same rules that Miss Maybelle does."

"Fuck that, I don't want to follow rules." Her lips tightened as she attempted to hide her grin.

"Did I just hear what I thought I heard?" Ian tsked, sliding off the bed, placing his hands on his waist and forcing a stern expression. "That was very defiant of you, especially right after I told you no more swearing."

"Actually, you only said 'no more F-bombs.'" Savannah giggled. "Hey! Let go of my legs."

"No, ma'am. It's time that you learn to listen to Daddy when you're told to do something."

Savannah shrieked as he pulled her by the ankles toward the edge of the bed and then lifted them in the air with one hand, flattening her back on the mattress. "Let go! What are you doing?"

Ian grunted, leaning his left shoulder against the raised backs of her legs while tugging her panties away from her bottom. The diaper position offered him a solid view of not just her pale, round backside, but also her little treats which were nestled between her chubby cheeks and soft folds. He rubbed her bottom with his free right hand.

"This has been a long time coming, young lady. When we are done here, I had best not get any more defiance out of you."

"Good luck!" Savannah retorted playfully, wiggling as best as she could to escape the hold he had on her.

"It has nothing to do with luck." He lifted his hand and, with a mighty whoosh of air, landed his very first spank on her bare bottom.

"Yeow! That hurts! Okay, that's enough," Savannah yelped, trapped by his body as she lay on her back with her legs up in the air. "Let me go."

"Oh no, I don't think so." A second smack fell and landed on the other side.

"Stop! It hurts!"

"As Caine has said on many occasions, they are spankings, and they are supposed to hurt." A third and fourth hand print were left on the pale flesh. "You turn red so fast."

"Please let me go," Savannah begged, trying to block his target with her casted left wrist. "I hate this."

"I'm not spanking you hard at all and you know it. Plus, you are getting a little wet down here. What's that about? Hmm?"

"Don't tease me. I can't help it," she mumbled.

"Let's see how far this can go. Maybe, if you are a good girl, I have something special to give you."

"Nooo…" Savannah begged, before his hand began to drum against her stretched and vulnerable backend.

Ian couldn't disguise his delight as her twitching flesh turned every shade of pink before becoming a bright, cherry red. He hadn't been lying, the swats were light and playful, and he suspected that her protests were out of mere obligation rather than necessity. In any event, he was hooked!

"Oh, yes," he lectured, moving the swats a little higher to her raised legs and catching her sit-spots. "From now on, this will be the way things are handled. Whether in this position or over my knee, you will be on the receiving end of many, many more spankings in the future. Behave yourself and they will be like this one. If you don't…"

"I'm not afraid of you!" Savannah blurted out.

"Was that a challenge? I don't want you to be afraid of me. I do, however, want you to be wary of my hand." He administered a sharp, exact smack to her left sit-spot. "By your reaction, it sounds like you understood my point. Let's try this side."

Her screech and kicking were genuine that time, and Ian watched in fascination as the outline of his hand went from white to a dark red. Gently he began to rub the area, occasionally tracing his finger down between the fleshy lips. "I'm fairly certain that all these years of swinging a hammer and hanging onto a bull harness have left me with some strength and plenty of calluses that your little bottom won't appreciate."

"I'm sorry!" she whimpered. "Please, no more for now."

Ian slid to the side and released her legs, smiling as she lay panting on the mattress. "For now? You liked it, didn't you? You can shake your head no, but I can tell otherwise."

"Don't tell me that you really liked doing it," she moaned, covering her eyes with the top of her right arm.

"I've always been an ass man, but now I know what I was missing. That little backside is going to be constantly red if I have any say-so."

"Poor May. She's got two spankers to put up with. How does she do it? I mean, it really hurt, especially those last two."

"The guys say she has a leather butt, plus she's a bit of a masochist and enjoys the pain. What about you?" He grazed his hand over her naked pussy.

"I'm hornier than shit, if you really want to know."

"Then, let's do something about it. Spread your legs."

"What? No—ow!"

Ian aimed his palm for a second swat to her haunches. "Spread your legs or you're going to feel ten of those hard spanks." A thrill trickled through him as she reluctantly obeyed. He felt empowered, and all because he had reddened her bottom. He also felt humbled, suddenly recognizing the type of trust and responsibility required to engage in this type of dynamic. For the first time, he truly felt up to the challenge, and wanted to prove himself to be the man that Savannah needed, wanted, and deserved.

He ran both hands along the insides of her milky white thighs and followed them with tiny kisses and love bites. She started to close her legs as he grew closer to her pussy, and yelped when he landed a light swat to her left inner thigh. "Keep them open. I'm not going to tell you again. I'll be right back. Stay where you are and don't budge," Ian ordered.