Her Doctor's Orders (14 page)

Kendra put up her face for a kiss, which Levi gave her. He had meant it to be only a little peck, but he found he couldn’t leave it at that when he felt Kendra’s naked little body moving against his clothed one, and it turned into a long, passionate joining of lips and tongues.

Finally, Levi lifted Kendra up carefully and placed her gently in the bubble bath, getting so wet himself in the process that Kendra started to giggle.

“Don’t you want to get in yourself, now?” she asked.

“Nope,” said Levi. “I’m the one taking care of you.”

“So, um,” Kendra said, “we’re not going to have sex at all?”

“Not now,” Levi said.

Kendra pouted.

“Young ladies who make faces get their bottoms spanked again,” he said, with a warning tone in his voice, and Kendra’s eyes widened as the pout vanished. “I think I can promise you a very serious fucking later, though.”

“Oh, good.” Kendra giggled again.

“But we have a field trip to go on before that.” Levi soaked a washcloth in the water, and coaxed Kendra’s legs apart, and scrubbed her gently there.

Kendra sighed. “A field trip?” she asked, with a kind of lovely submissive sigh in her voice, as she watched him wash her pretty pussy.

“You’ll see,” Levi replied, cleaning her between her legs a good deal more thoroughly than might be really necessary. She squirmed a little, and he gave her a light spank right there, on her pussy lips.

“Ow! What was that for?”

He spanked her pussy again. “That was for trying to keep me from washing your pussy as much as I think it needs to be washed.” He looked up from her pussy and smiled, and she smiled back at him, her mouth twitching a little as if she were going to laugh. Levi bent forward and kissed her tenderly.

Then he said, “Get on your hands and knees so I can wash your bottom, please.”

“Yes, Dr. Hunter,” Kendra said.

She turned over and presented her wet backside to him, with a few bubbles clinging to it bewitchingly. He lathered the washcloth, and rubbed it tenderly over Kendra’s bottom cheeks, where the marks from his belt were beginning to fade. She sighed, and he moved the washcloth to the sweet valley between the pert cheeks. He didn’t neglect, of course, to put his fingertip where he liked best to put it—right on the little dimple where he had put the tip of the enema bulb earlier. That made her giggle, and Levi thought again about having her there with his cock, and felt himself harden at the thought.

When he had washed her there thoroughly, he kept her in that position to run the cloth over her sweet little breasts, playing a little with the nipples until Kendra squirmed in arousal, at which Levi gave her two very light spanks and said, “Hold still!”

“I caaaan’t!” Kendra pouted. “You’re turning me on too much, Dr. Hunter!” She splashed him playfully, and he gave her another spank.

“Ow!” she said. “That’s not fair!”

“I’ll say what’s fair, Miss Jackson. Now turn over and sit up so I can wash your hair.” Kendra obeyed, and then with his hands, Levi scooped water up to get her hair thoroughly wet. He squeezed shampoo into his palm and worked it through her hair, as she smiled at him.

“Close your eyes,” he said softly, and Kendra closed her eyes and sighed contentedly at the feeling of Levi’s hands on her, taking care of her. When her hair was fully lathered, he guided her, with his arm around her shoulders, back just enough that her hair was submerged, and he gently rinsed the shampoo out.

He went to get a towel, and after that, he simply had no choice but to put his arms around her and hold her inside the fluffy towel, kissing her over and over.

Chapter Thirteen

The field trip turned out to be a trip to a nursing home in Tucumcari. As they turned into the driveway, Kendra said, “Are you going to tell me why we’re here?”

Levi replied. “No—or at least not until afterwards. Okay?”

“Okay,” Kendra replied.

The receptionist knew Levi. “Dr. Hunter, so nice to see you again. Debbie will be so happy.”

“Debbie?” Kendra asked as they walked down a long hall. Kendra could feel a sadness in the place that seemed almost to permeate the air, but having Levi at her side seemed to insulate her against it.

“Debbie is the grandmother of a client of mine,” Levi said.

“Oh,” Kendra said, beginning to see some of the point, at least. The discipline session, with the bath afterward, had left her feeling elated in that special way that Levi always seemed to be able to bring out in her. She took his hand as they walked. At that moment, all Kendra wanted was for Levi to guide her, and to show her whatever he thought she needed to see.

Well, maybe not
all
she wanted… Kendra badly wanted the sex Levi had promised her; the session in the bathroom had left her achingly horny.

Levi knocked on a door at the end of the hall, and a gravelly female voice called, “Come in.”

Inside, sitting in a wheelchair was a woman of about eighty-five, who had lived roughly—the thought that Debbie had lived roughly sprang so immediately to Kendra’s mind that she could hardly see anything but the leathery skin and the short bleached hair. Debbie had tattoos that could no longer be made out in her wrinkles, and a face that seemed to tell a tale of determination to survive despite life’s having dealt her terrible hand after terrible hand.

“Levi!” she said. If Debbie’s voice had sounded deep and gravelly through the door, now it sounded like the pebble-covered bottom of a quarry. Kendra’s lovely feeling nearly evaporated at the sight and the sound, as she realized more of why Levi had brought her here. She felt like turning around and running back down the hall and just bursting into the open air. She turned to Levi with a look of pleading, and stepped backwards, letting go of his hand and hoping desperately that he would let her go outside, and meet him later in the car.

But Levi reached out, scooped up her hand, and pulled her gently forward, toward the woman in the wheelchair.

“Debbie, how are you?” said Levi kindly. Levi’s voice brought back enough of Kendra’s joy that she felt able—if only barely—to stay.

“Fine, fine. Who’s this?”

“This is my friend, Kendra,” Levi said.

“It’s nice to meet you,” said Kendra, trying as hard as she could to sound sincere.

“No, it’s not,” Debbie said. “Don’t pretend, girl. You want to spend this lovely afternoon with your hunk of a doctor boyfriend, and here you are with me.”

Levi laughed, as Kendra’s mouth dropped open. Then she started to laugh, too.

“Where are you taking me?” Debbie asked. Suddenly Kendra found that she liked Debbie immensely.

“Solarium?” Levi asked.

“Fine with me,” said Debbie, starting up the wheelchair.

In the solarium with the flowering cactuses, Kendra found it easier to relax.

Debbie said, “So I’m guessing I’m a cautionary tale.” She looked at Levi, and he smiled. Then she looked at Kendra. “No tattoos for you, honey.”

Kendra shook her head in confusion, and Debbie laughed. “Really, get all the tattoos you want, honey. I’m joking. Let me see. Your mom fucked up royally, I’m thinking?”

Kendra laughed, despite herself, to hear an old person speak that way. “Yes,” she said. “She’s in prison.”

“Got it,” Debbie said. “Yep, so was I. My daughter hasn’t spoken to me in forty years. It’s only because of Levi here that I talk to my granddaughter. She comes to visit me every week. It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me—or at least in fifty years or so.”

Kendra whispered, “What happened with your daughter?”

“I went to jail for drugs, and she refused to see me. It was a different time, and she was trying to live a respectable life. She almost lost her job and her fiancé because of me, friends told me.”

To Kendra’s shock, she saw tears in the old woman’s eyes.

“I don’t blame her,” Debbie continued. “I’m just happy I have my granddaughter now, thanks to your hunky doctor.” She laughed, the tears gone as soon as they had come. “Listen to me, Kendra. I would give anything for a second chance with my daughter. Think about that.”

* * *

Kendra and Levi walked back to the car in silence. All of the joy from the morning had gone, and in its place Kendra felt something indefinable, some emotional puzzle, that she knew she had to work on. But she also felt that she couldn’t work on it. She didn’t have the personal strength. She didn’t want to think anymore.

Kendra stopped herself in her emotional tracks there. It was happening again: the feeling of worthlessness, the will not to think. The urge to get wasted.

They climbed into Levi’s sedan.

“Levi,” Kendra said in a voice that sounded very small even to herself. “I don’t know if it’s helping. I love you so much, and thank you… thank you for caring for me, and for taking me here. But… I feel like I don’t want to think, again. I feel like… I just want not to work on it… on the thing with Mom. I just don’t…”

Levi pulled the car out into traffic and turned it toward home.

“Are you thinking now?” he asked, quietly.

Kendra thought, and realized she was thinking. It was a very strange feeling. “Yes,” she said, feeling her brow furrow as she tried to puzzle out what it meant.

“Were you thinking when you left the prison after you saw your mom?”

Kendra’s frown deepened. “No,” she finally said.

“Do you know what that means?”

Kendra chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment, then guessed, “I’m… working on it?”

“That’s what I’m thinking,” Levi said, turning to her with a brief, radiant smile.

Kendra laughed. “Okay, hunky doctor of mine, I’ll buy it.” The joy began to seep back into her heart.

“Kendra,” Levi said seriously, breaking into her thoughts, “forgiving your mother isn’t about your mother. It’s about you.”

About her. Not about her mom. As if forgiveness were something that didn’t have to do with what the other person did, or even with what they had done. “What does that mean?” she asked.

“It means that your mother doesn’t have to be worth forgiving. You just have to be worth being the kind of person who can forgive her. You have to look at yourself, and say that you deserve better than being bitter at your mother all your life. Think about Debbie’s daughter—think about how she has to carry around that sadness all the time; the same way your own sadness is always there in your heart, right now, to reach out and turn everything to dust.”

Suddenly Kendra felt the joy come back, full force. “Levi,” she said, “I don’t deserve you, but I’m starting to think that I’d like to try.”

Along with the joy came the horniness. The feeling that Levi had somehow reassembled Kendra’s interior world that day seemed to lead inexorably to the feeling that having reassembled her, he needed to possess her—that she needed to yield herself to him, be subject to him. Kendra found herself thinking,
I want him to have his way with me
. It was so old-fashioned that it made her laugh.

As soon as they walked through the door of Levi’s house, he turned to her and said, “I need to be inside you.” Levi put his arms around her and kissed her hard. Then he picked her up, carried her into his bedroom, and lay her, giggling, on the bed.

As she watched him take off his shirt, the giggles faded, and the mood she had felt in the car, of wanting to be possessed, took hold again. “Please, Levi. I need you to claim me,” she said in a low voice that sounded more sultry to her than any tone she had ever used before. “Show me I’m worth claiming, Dr. Hunter.”

Levi turned to her with a smile, maybe thinking that she was joking. Kendra supposed she was joking a little bit, but Levi could also see, she knew, that there was more seriousness in her need than there was humor.

“I’m going to claim you, Miss Jackson,” he said, in a low voice that matched her own. “I can promise you that. Take off everything but your panties. Right now.”

Standing there in his jeans, he watched her as slowly she pulled off her T-shirt and unhooked her bra. She felt herself blushing, which seemed strange because Kendra had been the one to start the sexy talk, but she found that the way Levi looked at her, hungrily and possessively, seemed to return her modesty to her every time. She pulled down her own jeans, to reveal the same gray panties she had bought, with him, when it had all begun.

Levi strode over to the bed and took her in his arms, pulling her up until she was kneeling on the bed and kissing her over and over. “You’re going to kneel, facing the headboard,” he finally said softly. “You’re going to put your cheek on the pillow, and arch your back. Then you’re going to take the pillow in your hands, and I am going to start claiming you.”

“Oh, God,” Kendra said, feeling herself get so warm and wet that she knew there had to be a damp spot on her panties. “Oh, yes, Levi…”

“Do it now,” Levi said huskily.

Kendra did as he had told her to do. Her bottom, for him. Up and out, with her back arched.

“Spread your knees.” Kendra did.

Then his hands were there, on her bottom, inside her panties, making her moan as she thought she had never moaned before. Standing beside the bed, he claimed her with his huge hands, with two fingers deep in her pussy and two fingers on her clit, inside the gray cotton panties, as he made Kendra come, swiftly and surely, screaming his name into the pillow.

Levi’s hands left her, and she heard him pulling off his jeans and his underwear. Then he was kneeling behind her on the bed, and he tugged the gusset of her panties aside over her right bottom cheek, and took her with his cock inside her aching, clenching pussy.

“Good girl,” he said. “So nice and tight.” He fucked her there, at a leisurely pace, for a few minutes, as Kendra sighed, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Then Levi said, “I’m going to take your bottom now, Kendra.”

His cock left her pussy. His weight left the bed for just a moment, and then he was back, and he was getting her ready there, the same way he had when he took her temperature and when he gave her the enema. But this was different. His cock was going to be bigger, Kendra knew, and to have him there, that way, was important in a way the thermometer and the enema bulb weren’t.