Her Doctor's Orders (9 page)

Why had he told her to take all her clothes off? She supposed it had something to do with the shame involved. She certainly felt more vulnerable and exposed and ashamed this way. She thought about lying to him. Being there naked on the bed with her bottom waiting for Levi’s belt seemed to make the lying look entirely foolish to her. Levi cared about her. The idea that, since Kendra was worthless, she should just get wasted and forget about what Levi thought she should do with her life, now seemed completely absurd.

What would he do after he spanked her, though? Kendra thought about the possibilities, and to her embarrassment, because she kept getting wetter and wetter, she couldn’t stop thinking about him rubbing the bottom he had whipped, and what might happen if he did, and if he even detected how aroused his spanking made her. Without thinking about it, and above all without being able to stop, Kendra found that she had moved her right hand down underneath her tummy, and begun to work the fingers down around the place where her soft brown hair covered the sensitive lips, and above all the little bud at the top.

“Oh, God,” she found herself murmuring as she realized just how sensitive her clit and her pussy lips were after the spanking at Chloe’s apartment and after having to strip here in Levi’s guestroom, at Levi’s command.

Oh, God, if she just rubbed a little bit…

She heard a knock at the door, and then it opened instantly, and she just had time to get her right hand back onto the pillow. She didn’t think Levi had seen.

To Kendra’s surprise, Levi was carrying his doctor’s bag. “I told you to take off all your clothes,” he said, “because I need to examine you to make sure you’re not actually sick.”

“Come on,” Kendra said. “I admitted that I was faking.”

“Well,” Levi replied. “I think it’s important that I show you the consequences of pretending to be sick in my house.”

“Yes,” Kendra said, “you’re going to spank me. Fine.”

“Before I spank you, I’m going to take your temperature in such a way that I can be sure that you’re not running a fever.”

Kendra didn’t understand at first. “What do you mean?”

“There’s only one place on the human body that gives a really accurate temperature reading,” Levi said, taking the thermometer out of his bag. “That’s why you’re on your stomach.”

“Oh, no,” Kendra said, “no, no, no.” She tried to flip onto her back, but Levi held her down with the hand holding the thermometer and spanked her sharply with his right hand. Kendra couldn’t believe that he would actually make her accept the thermometer in her bottom. She struggled, but Levi kept spanking, and on her already sore bottom from the spanking at Chloe’s apartment, it felt like a blazing fire after only a few spanks.
Oh, God
, she thought.
He really is going to put it in there.

“Lie still, Kendra,” Levi said. “This thermometer is going in your bottom whether you like it or not.”

Kendra lay still. Really, she hadn’t struggled because she didn’t want Levi to do it, but because the thought of him doing it had suddenly aroused her so much that a wave of shame had washed through her along with the feeling that her nipples had just stiffened into the comforter that lay atop the bed.

She heard Levi getting something from the bag. “I’m just going to get you ready now,” he said. “This is going to feel a little cool.” She heard the snap of a rubber glove, and she felt her face glowing hot.

Then she felt his hand on her bottom, and his fingers finding her bottom hole. Kendra closed her eyes and pressed her lips together. Why did it have to feel so good to be invaded that way, by the smooth, slippery finger? She gave a little whimper, but Levi, she supposed, pretended not to hear.

Then she felt the slender thermometer sliding in, and Levi was holding it inside her anus with his hand on her bottom, as if he thought she were going to try to expel it.

Another little sound emerged from the back of Kendra’s throat, as the feeling of being held there, with Levi’s hand on the bottom cheeks he had punished, added to the shameful sensation of the thermometer inside her. Kendra realized suddenly that she had never wanted any man to make love to her as much as she wanted Levi just to take her: to tell her to get ready, because Dr. Levi Hunter wanted to have Kendra Jackson, and Dr. Levi Hunter got what he wanted from wayward twenty-one-year-olds whom he had claimed the right to discipline.

And the way Kendra wanted Levi—how she wanted him to assert himself, and even to use her pussy, her mouth, her bottom for his pleasure—that kind of desire was new to Kendra, too. Levi, she fantasized, might be the same way in bed that he was when he guided her in her life more generally; Kendra suddenly wanted desperately to be guided, gently but firmly, to please Levi Hunter. She longed to have the courage to beg Levi to take care of her with his cock as well as he did with his soft hands and his gentle voice, with his thermometer and his stethoscope.

All these thoughts had turned her face bright red, she was sure, by the time Levi pulled the thermometer out. Kendra was very glad to be able to hide her confusion at the lust and the fantasy in the comforter, and to say, “Am I okay?”

“Yes,” Levi said. “It’s time for your belt-whipping.” Something in his voice seemed different from the way it had been before—lower, or thicker, maybe. Kendra heard him unbuckling his belt. She closed her eyes and held the pillow. A strange thought ran through her head:
If this is the only way I can get Levi to guide me, I’ll take it
.

“I’m not going to whip you as severely as I would have if you hadn’t already been punished today,” Levi said. “But I’m going to help you understand that when you lie that way, you put your future in serious danger. Do you understand, Kendra?”

“Yes,” Kendra said with a little sob.

She heard the whistling of the belt through the air, and felt the sting of it across both her bottom cheeks. On top of the tenderness from the earlier spanking, it made her cry out in pain. It hurt so much that she couldn’t help kicking her right leg up, trying to get away, or perhaps to ward off the belt.

“Get that leg down on the bed, Kendra,” he said, “and hold still for your punishment.” He whipped her on her raised leg, on the back of her thigh, and with a yelp of pain she submissively lowered it again.

Kendra’s eyes watered as her whipping continued, and the tears dripped down onto the pillow, not really so much at the pain as at the shame and frustration, and her need for him.

Levi whipped her steadily but somewhat slowly, allowing her a little time to recover from each stroke, moving between her bottom and her thighs. To Kendra’s shame, she found that she began to fight a battle against an urge to spread her legs and beg him to whip her naughty pussy, too. At that thought, she felt her whole face screw up in grief and frustration.

Then, with one last blow of Levi’s belt, it was over. Levi said, in the same strange voice, “I’m marked you with my belt, Kendra. Later, I want you to look at your backside in the mirror and see what happens when you lie to me.”

Kendra gave another little sob. A sort of heavy stillness seemed to arise in the little room.

Levi said, “I think you may need some moisturizer there. Would you like me to put it on?”

“Yes, please,” Kendra said into the pillow. What was happening?

She heard the squirting sound of the moisturizer, and then she felt Levi’s hand on her bottom again, but, this time, caressing and soothing. Kendra couldn’t help it: she moaned.

“Oh, God, Kendra…” Levi said. “I can’t…”

Mustering all her courage, Kendra spread her legs. “Please…” she said. “Please, Levi. I want to… I want you so… so much.”

“Oh, God,” Levi said again. “You’re so beautiful.”

Then Kendra screamed in pleasure, for Levi had claimed her pussy with his hand, and Kendra’s arousal had grown so great that she was sure she would come in seconds.

“Oh, Levi… please… please don’t stop.”

Instead of stopping, she felt him shift his weight, and then his tongue arrived where his fingers had been, and she began to moan uncontrollably at the loveliest feeling she had ever known. With a gasp, she did start to come, crying out, “Levi! Oh, thank you… Doctor… oh, God…”

“Did you just come, you naughty girl?” Levi said, pulling his face back from her pussy.

Kendra blushed and giggled into the pillow. “Yes?” she said. “Sorry. You just… know how to take care of me, Doctor.” She turned her face back over her shoulder, trying to get a look at him. “But… could you take care of me another way, maybe? I’m, um, on birth control.”

“Roll over,” Levi said.

“Oh,” Kendra said. “I, um, kind of want you to… have me from behind. I’ve never done it that way and I really… well, you make me want to, I don’t know, please you like that.”

Levi laughed. “We can do it that way sometime soon, I think. But I want to see your face when I make love to you for the first time.”

Kendra blushed. Levi’s guiding voice gave her exactly what she needed. Being fucked from behind would be new and exciting, but being told to roll over by Dr. Levi Hunter seemed even better.

She rolled onto her back and saw that he had started to undress. She watched him take off his jeans and his boxers, and couldn’t suppress a little gasp when his cock sprang free at last. Without thinking about it, she darted across the bed on her hands and knees, thinking she must look like an adorable little kitten, and brought her face up close to the long, hard, beautiful part of Levi that she craved so much.

“What are you doing, young lady?” Levi asked.

Kendra looked up at him, trying to appear naughty and lustful, and then she turned her eyes to his cock, rising up from its sweet nest of dark hair, leaned her head forward, and kissed it right on its head.

“God, Kendra…” Levi said. “You are so… I love you. I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you in the police station.”

Kendra did not reply in words, but opened her mouth and took the tip of him inside her lips.

Levi groaned. “Oh, my God, Kendra… that feels so damn good.” Levi moaned a little, as Kendra used her tongue under his cockhead, and Kendra felt wicked and proud that she could unman him. She pulled her head back.

“Did you want me more when you made me strip down to my underwear?” she asked slyly.

Levi laughed, and put out his hand to stroke her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “More? No, I don’t think I could have wanted you more. But after I saw your bottom in those panties, I knew I had to spank it.”

“That’s mean!” Kendra said, putting a fake pout on her face.

“And when I did, well, I didn’t think I’d be able to stand it if you asked me again to make love to you.”

“Well,” Kendra said softly. “I’m asking.” She crawled back up the bed and lay down on her back. She looked into Levi’s eyes where he stood at the foot of the bed, and slowly lifted her knees to her chest, watching as Levi had to break eye contact and look at the revelation of Kendra’s pussy, so ready for fucking, when she, wanting to make the moment last forever, opened herself for his pleasure in looking, in taking.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Levi said.

“Please,” Kendra breathed. “Please, Levi. I need you inside me.”

Levi climbed onto the bed, at the foot, and crawled toward Kendra. “There is nothing in the world that could stop me from being there, now.”

He knelt up between her legs, caressed her pussy lips, and played with her teasingly, looking into her eyes the whole time, while it was Kendra who now had to gasp and close her own eyes. She felt him bring the head of his cock where it needed to go, and then he shifted himself to lie above her. She opened her eyes, to find his dark blue ones gazing down into hers, as he supported his weight easily on his muscular arms.

Kendra gave a happy cry as she felt Levi make his first thrust, and that cry became a soft moan as she felt him starting to fuck. His face was a mask of pleasure, and the sight of him enjoying her so much made her grin, even as her body responded much more amorously than a grin would suggest. Kendra felt her hips moving to meet his, desperately, trying despite her relative inexperience to show Levi that she knew how to please him and to make her body enjoyable for him.

His eyes widened at the feeling of her moving underneath him, and his hips moved faster, his cock starting to pound in and out of her pussy. A light came into his eyes, and a slightly stern expression into his features. He put his right hand down, took her knee in it, and pushed it up toward her chest.

“Oh, my God… Levi… oh, yes…” She raised her right knee to match the way he had raised her left one, and now he put his arms around her knees, and pounded her backside with his hips as his cock moved in and out of her pussy. The feeling left there in her bottom cheeks from the whipping made Kendra scream over and over in mingled pleasure and the little bit of remaining pain, which made her feel that the man who claimed her now with his cock had taken her completely at last. He guided her with his cock, with his belt, and with his hands.

She felt herself about to come again. “Oh, Levi… I… I never…” She had never come during sex before, and the orgasm that took her went so much further than any she had known that she thought she might hurt herself as she writhed under Levi.

Kendra’s climax brought on Levi’s, and suddenly his body shuddered above her, and she felt his cock pulsing and the seed spurting in her pussy. Levi held himself still for a long, long moment, his eyes closed, and then he opened them and looked down at her.

“I love you, Kendra,” he said, softly, still panting a little from his exertions.

“I love you too, Levi,” Kendra whispered back.

Levi gently rolled off her, and then rolled her on top of him in the narrow twin bed, so that she could lay her cheek on his strong chest with its perfect little nest of tickly hairs—not too much and not too little.

“Levi?” she asked his cute little man-nipple.

“Yes?”

“Can we play doctor again soon?”

Levi laughed. “Oh, yes. Definitely.”

Chapter Nine