When a nasty breakup leaves Zoey with nowhere to live, her handsome boss Dr. Evan Anderson offers her a place to stay until she can get back on her feet. Though she’s always had a crush on him, after moving in she is shocked when the strict, sexy doctor makes it clear he will demand her obedience. More embarrassing still, she soon learns the hard way that he will not hesitate to strip her bare for a sound spanking followed by an even more humiliating medical examination.
The stern correction arouses Zoey deeply, and despite her blushing cheeks and burning backside it isn’t long before she’s begging to be claimed properly. Her need for the doctor’s firm-handed dominance increases with every passing day, but when her impulsive behavior gets out of hand will Evan decide she’s earned not only a paddling but an even more shameful cleansing as well?
Author: Aurie Jameson
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$3.95
Length: 41,000 words
Excerpt
“You don’t need to check my temperature,” she denied.
Evan’s response was to pull her tighter against his body so her bottom lifted up off the seat. He swatted it lightly. “No arguments. Now let’s get inside.”
Zoey nodded against his chest before exiting the car and allowing the doctor to lead her into the house.
As soon as they were inside, he smacked her bottom lightly a few more times. “Go into my office and sit on the bench. I’ll go get the thermometer.”
The light smacks to her seat made it impossible to argue and she slowly did as he said, going into his office and sitting on the medical bench. She shifted against the sanitary paper lining, which felt a little unnecessary since she was the only one who sat on this bench.
Evan entered a moment later, an old-fashioned glass thermometer in his gloved hand.
Zoey laughed, despite her growing headache. “People still make those things?”
Evan chuckled as well as he approached her. “I’m old-fashioned and I trust these more than the digital ones.” He patted her knee. “On your tummy, pretty girl.”
Her eyes widened in realization. “Evan, noooo,” she whined, pulling away from him slightly.
He slapped the front of her thigh sharply. “On your tummy, young lady,” he said, a bit more firmly.
Zoey groaned but obeyed, pulling her legs up onto the bench before rolling over, feeling vulnerable even though she was fully clothed.
Evan patted the seat of her uniform pants before yanking them down, along with her panties. He asked her to lift up so he could pull the material down to her knees. She reached back to cover her naked butt cheeks, but Evan just pushed her hands away.
She felt him part her bottom cheeks, making her face feel even hotter than they already did. This was so humiliating. She whined when he put something wet and cold against her anus.
“Sorry, the lubricant is cold,” he apologized, though Zoey thought he didn’t sound very apologetic. She then felt something hard and small against her bottom hole. She flinched slightly, knowing it was the thermometer. “Relax, pretty girl. You’re going to hold this in for about three minutes.”
Zoey squeaked when he inserted the glass rod into her bottom but quieted immediately afterward. It was a little awkward, but not at all painful. She clenched around the instrument, unused to the feeling. Dr. Anderson held it in place for her, rubbing and patting her bottom soothingly for the whole three minutes.
“How are you feeling?” he asked in his doctor voice.
Zoey blushed harder at being spoken to while her bottom was bared and there was something sticking out of it. “Fine,” she muttered.
“Are you sure?” he prodded. He twisted the thermometer a little, making her wriggle. “No headache or congestion?”
Zoey wished he wouldn’t move the thermometer like that. How was she supposed to focus on his questions? “My head does feel full and I have a little headache,” she admitted. She sighed with relief when he stopped twisting the thermometer and resumed the gentle rubs and pats to her bottom instead.
After what felt like an eternity to Zoey, Dr. Anderson pulled the thermometer out of her bottom. She was going to get up, but he placed his hand on her naked bottom cheeks, holding her down while he read the thermometer.
“You definitely have a fever,” he announced. “You’re having a light dinner, taking a bath, and then going straight to bed.” His tone left no room for arguments.
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