One Hot Night (4 page)

It was late. She
was the last appointment of the day and the receptionist had gone home while Jennifer
was still waiting to be called in. The nurse who had escorted her back was anxious
about how far behind they were running.

Jennifer hoped it
wouldn’t be too much longer before the doctor arrived. She’d been seeing Dr.
Granger ever since she turned eighteen. He was a kindly old man and it was only
because she was so familiar with him that she even contemplated asking her
embarrassing questions.

A knock thudded
against the door before it swung open. A man who appeared to be a doctor,
though certainly not Dr. Granger, walked in. Jennifer clutched the thin paper
robe tighter around her neck.

“Who are you?” she
asked, nervously.

“Dr. Franklin,” he
said in a kind, cultured voice. “Sorry for the long wait and last minute
change. Dr. Granger was called away unexpectedly and asked me to fill in for
him. If you prefer your regular doctor, we can reschedule.”

Jennifer swallowed
and clutched the robe tighter. She really wanted to get everything over with.
But, on the other hand, could she actually talk to a doctor who looked like he
stepped out of a movie screen? He was a good thirty years younger than Dr.
Granger, had a full head of midnight black hair, and ice blue eyes.

In a word, he was
gorgeous.

While she was
thinking about it, there was another knock on the door and the nurse came in.
She went up to Dr. Franklin wringing her hands.

“I’m really very
sorry, but I have to go now. My mother can’t wait any longer for her
medication.”

The doctor sighed,
but gave the agitated nurse a kind smile. “I understand. Thank you for staying
as long as you did. It was a tough day for all of us.”

Looking very
relieved, the nurse flashed Jennifer an apologetic smile and rushed from the
room. When Dr. Franklin turned back to her he threw up his hands.

“Well, that
settles that then. Without a nurse you’ll need to reschedule. I’m so very sorry
for the inconvenience.” He opened her file and started to jot down a note.

Jennifer felt her
heart race and her face heat from blushing. One of the things that had made her
uncomfortable about talking about her issues with a doctor was knowing the
nurse would be listening. She pictured them all gossiping about her afterward.
This was her chance to talk to a doctor without another set of ears.

“Could I just do
the appointment without the nurse?” she asked nervously.

Dr. Franklin
raised his eyebrows, looking concerned. “Are you sure you’d be comfortable with
that? The nurse is here for you. Most women prefer to have someone else present
during exams.”

Shrugging, she
looked at her feet, shy about meeting his beautiful blue eyes. “I’m fine
without her. I mean, I like having just the doctor.”

“Hmm, it’s
certainly not protocol. But since you’ve waited all this time and are already
undressed, it seems awful to turn you away. If you’re certain you’re
comfortable without her being here, we can continue,” he said, his voice more
definite as he talked his way through it. “Only if you’re sure though?” he
continued. “After all, you and I have never met before.”

Jennifer’s mind was
racing. She had decided a temporary doctor was even better to speak to about
her dreams. She’d probably never see him again after all so didn’t have to be
embarrassed every time she had an appointment.

Finally looking
him in the eye, she said, “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Okay then. Let’s
get started.”

He opened her file
and looked at the data the nurse had already collected. “Your blood pressure,
temperature, and weight all look great. I see you eat well. That’s good. Hmm,
we’re doing a pap smear? You want to do that still tonight?”

“Yes,” she said.
“I want to get it all over with.”

Giving her an
understanding smile, he placed the file on the counter. “I can certainly see
that.”

He walked closer
to her and patted the head of the exam table she sat on. “You can go ahead and
lie down.”

Jennifer swiveled
around and reclined onto the padded table. The doctor extended the stirrups and
pushed the removable end into the hidden compartment beneath. When she placed
her feet in the stirrups, he came around to her side.

“I usually start with
the breast exam. Okay?”

Nodding, she tried
to force herself to relax. She wasn’t at all worried about being alone with him
or even having him touch her. It was the anticipation of having something
important to say but fearing the reaction. Just thinking about her questions
was turning her on. She felt her nipples harden, making her blush.

“I’m sorry for the
cold,” the doctor said when he spread apart the paper robe.

“Oh, uhm, it’s not
that,” she blurted out and then wanted to snap her mouth shut when she realized
what she’d said.

He smiled and
reached for her right breast, lightly rubbing around the nipple with his
fingertips. Thankfully he didn’t ask what she meant by her comment.

Despite the cold
room, his hands were warm and felt lovely against her skin. Horrifyingly, she
found herself responding to him, her pussy tingling with desire. Turning her
head to look away, she tried to think about something else. But with his hands
on her and all the crazy thoughts in her head, she couldn’t force her body to
behave.

“Are you okay?” he
asked, finishing with the first breast.

“Uhm, I’m sorry. I
just have some questions I’d been needing to ask but they’re kind of
embarrassing so…” she let her voice trail off, her eyes firmly on the ceiling
tiles above.

He walked around
the head of the table and started to examine her left breast.

“Ask me anything,”
he said kindly. “And please don’t worry, I’m sure there’s nothing you can say
that would shock me.”

Reassured, she
took a deep breath and decided to go for it. “I keep having all sorts of
strange dreams. I’m with a man in them, but instead of everything being nice
and romantic, it’s all rough and violent. He’s hitting me and forcing me to do
things.”

Dr. Franklin kept
touching her breast while she spoke, slowly working his way around the soft mound,
checking for lumps. She had never intended to talk about this stuff while the
doctor was actually touching her and realized it was a huge mistake. Her back
arched and she pressed into his hand before she even realized what she had
done.

His hands stopped
moving, but stayed on her breast. “Jennifer? Can you look at me please?”

His eyes were
intense, concern written all over his face. “Are you being abused?” he asked.

“Oh, no no!” she
was quick to reassure him. “Absolutely not. The dreams. They’re good.”

She had gotten the
hardest part out and only maintained eye contact through sheer force of will.

 
“Okay, good. I’m very glad to hear that,” He
smiled.

Jennifer let out a
huge breath, feeling much better now. “So, yeah, I just wanted to know. Is this
normal?”

“What are the men
forcing you to do?” he asked, still holding her breast in his hands.

“They spank me,”
she started. “And, uhm, other things. I, uh, it’s hard to describe without
being crude.”

Jennifer was relieved
he was giving her his full attention and not rushing her. She didn’t want to
risk offending him by speaking in an unladylike manner.

“It’s okay. I can
handle it, I promise. Tell me everything so I can see what your concerns are.”

Thinking back to
the dream she’d had the night before, she decided to just tell it in full and
get it all out. She remembered it vividly since she had written it down as soon
as she woke up.

“So, last night, I
dreamt I was with a guy somewhere, not sure where. I never saw his face. But he
had come up to me and took off the dress I was wearing. Just swooped it right
off me. Then he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard. It was weird because
in the dream, he was talking to someone else, but was touching me. I don’t know,
that part was kind of fuzzy.”

“Do you remember
being in pain during the dream?”

“That’s the funny
thing. He was really rough with me and it hurt, but in a strange way. Like, it
felt good because it hurt. Does that make sense?” She shook her head, feeling
like she must sound like an idiot.

But Dr. Franklin
was nodding. “Absolutely. Do you often participate in rough sex?”

“No,” she said,
“that’s the weird thing. I’ve never done that. The men I’ve been with have
always been kind and gentle with me.”

The doctor got a
contemplative look on his face and started messaging her breast again while he
thought. When he finished, instead of removing his hands and closing her robe
like Dr. Granger always did, he cupped her breast with one hand placed the
other on her stomach.

“Do you mind if I
try something?” he asked.

“Anything,” she
said. “I’d really like to figure this out.”

“How does it feel
when I do this?” he asked, lightly squeezing her firm, round flesh.

“Fine,” she said.
“Normal.”

“Tell me more
about your dream.”

“Well, I think we
were in some kind of public place. I remember hearing people talking. Maybe a
bar? Anyway, he stuck his hand between my legs and just started playing with
my, uhm…” It sounded ridiculous to say vulva when she was describing a sex act,
but pussy seemed too far to the other extreme.

He gave her an
encouraging smile. “I think I know the part you mean. Here, yes?”

The doctor slid
his hand down her stomach and under where the robe was still together to softly
cup her pussy in his hand. His touch was impersonal and clinical, but it sent
such a rush of arousal through Jennifer, making her whimper in a quick gasp.

“Yes,” she said
breathlessly.

“Good. Go on,
please.”

Trying tremendously
hard to hide how turned on she was, Jennifer continued with describing her
dream. “So, yeah, uhm...he was still fondling my breasts really rough…” she
groaned when suddenly Dr. Franklin squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple.

“Like this?” he
asked, his voice calm and measured like he was asking her how she liked her
coffee.

“Yes,” she gasped
out. “And he shoved a finger in me, laughing when he realized how wet I was.”

“Hmm,” the doctor
said, playing on the outside of her pussy lips before slipping a finger inside
his patient. “Yes, there is quite a bit of vaginal lubrication. This is
obviously something very arousing to you.”

He kept his finger
where it was but released some of the pressure on her breast. “Continue,
please. I think we’re making excellent progress.”

Breathing heavy,
but calmed by his praise, she went on. “A waitress bumped into me, and a glass
of water spilled. Some of it got on the man’s shoes. He blamed me.”

“This is where the
spanking comes in, I assume?” the doctor asked.

Jennifer nodded.

“Okay, how about
you roll over and then get on your hands and knees for this part.”

He stopped touching
her so she could do as he asked, but she grew nervous the more she thought
about it.

 
“Is this going to hurt?” she asked.

 
“Maybe some. Nothing more than you can handle
though. I promise.”

Nodding, she went
onto her stomach and then rose up to her hands and knees, the robe falling
open.

“I’m going to
remove this.” he said, slipping the annoying paper cover off her body. “I think
it would get in the way.”