Kendra glared at Dr. God’s-Gift-To-Women Malcom as he walked past her on his way to exam room 3. He gave her a stern frown in response that sent a jolt straight to her clit. She scowled at his back as he turned away, hating the way her body responded to the odious man. Dr. Malcom was such a man whore, women fell all over themselves to get his attention.
She freely admitted he was beyond sexy with his tall muscular body, broad shoulders tapering to a nice tight ass. Dark hair that had a tendency to fall over his brow, bottle green eyes that saw far too much for a girl’s peace of mind… strong, chiseled jaw that made her wet when it tightened down in irritation at one of her jabs.
She’d heard the other nurses in the practice discussing his prowess and it made her blood boil. Serena, the practice phlebotomist, talked nonstop about how big his dick was and how hard he gave it to her. He was a healer, for goodness’ sake; couldn’t he keep it in his pants for a week or two?
Well, it didn’t matter that her lady parts stood up and said a big hello every time the man walked by… she was in control, not her clit.
The door she was still glaring at swung open and the doctor in question raised his brow at her. “Are you coming, Nurse?”
“Yes, Doctor, right away, Doctor, three bags full, Doctor…” The last bit she muttered under her breath just before she walked into the room.
“I didn’t quite get that last part, Kendra? Would you care to repeat it?” he asked, the frown on his handsome face telling her he had indeed heard it. Her tummy flipped.
“It was nothing, sir, I was just trying to remember my shopping list for this evening,” she told him as she walked past him into the room. It was just a tiny fib, although she did need some Christmas decorations to cheer up her apartment. There just wasn’t a list.
After that, they both focused on business and took care of their patient without further incident. After the last patient of the day, Kendra immediately began cleaning up the exam room after she’d left.
Everyone had been talking about more snow in the forecast and she wanted to get to Walmart before it hit. She also wanted to look at Christmas lights on the way home.
Suddenly the door opened, making her jump, and Dr. Malcom stuck his head inside. “Kendra, I need to see you in my office before you leave for the day.”
“I’ve still got to stock all the supply cabinets in the exam rooms and water the plants and…”
“I’ll wait. Don’t leave this office without seeing me, please.” The implacability in his tone gave her pause; surely he wasn’t going to fire her.
“Yes, sir,” she said softly, worriedly chewing her lower lip as he closed the door again. She hurried through her assigned tasks, hoping she wasn’t about to lose her job. There wasn’t a ready supply of nursing positions available in this small Colorado town.
If she lost this job, it could mean working at Walmart until another nursing position came open.
Kendra pondered the situation she’d found herself in; she had been very rude with no real reason other than resenting the way her body reacted to him. The realization made her feel very small and petty when she really thought about it.
She sighed, unhappy with the conclusion she’d just reached—that she owed the man a genuine apology. It wasn’t her business if he slept with every person they worked with, it was his.
Decision made, Kendra squared her shoulders and marched herself to Dr. Malcom’s office. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door and tried to ignore the butterflies dancing in her tummy.
Derek Malcom stood at the window, looking out at the mountain range visible just beyond the tree line. It was a majestic view, especially with the dusting of snow covering everything, but he didn’t really see it; he was focused on the incredibly beautiful yet stubborn Kendra Jacoby. He knew she was as attracted to him as he was to her, but instead of the smiles one would expect, she gave him hostile looks and snarky comments.
He’d given her as much slack as possible, figuring she was scared of the intensity of the attraction, but that was going to stop as of now. Derek would explain to her in no uncertain terms how he would deal with such behavior in the future by giving her a taste of what was in store for her… then he planned to kiss her senseless.
At her knock, he turned and faced the door. “Come in, Kendra.”
She entered a little hesitantly, a guilty expression on her gamine face. He loved her full womanly curves and couldn’t wait to feel them pressed against him or lying over his lap while he examined her round ass in detail. He watched the expressions flitting across her expressive face: guilt, fear, resolve, and desire. It was a heady cocktail for a man like himself; he steeled himself to deal with the situation at hand.
“I owe you an apology, Dr. Malcom. I’m sincerely sorry for my behavior earlier,” Kendra said softly with a becoming blush filling her cheeks.
Derek nodded and then folded his arms. “I agree. You’ve owed me an apology for your behavior since I joined the practice last year. You’ve been rude, snarky, and openly hostile, but that stops as of now, young lady. Am I understood?”
She blinked; Kendra had obviously thought she would be able to just apologize for today and then move past the whole uncomfortable situation. “I… umm… yes, sir,” she replied, looking startled by her own quick response.
“As for your apology, I think you are more sorry that you’re being called on the carpet than you are for your behavior. But I plan to take care of that immediately,” he told her, rolling up his sleeves, then moving a straight-backed chair to the center of the office while she watched.
“Wh-what are you planning to do, Doctor?” she asked nervously as he sat down in the chair.
“I think you know, young lady. Close the door and come here,” Derek instructed.
“You can’t think to… to… well, you can’t,” Kendra declared.
“Spank you?” he asked.
Her mouth popped open in a little round ‘o’ and she opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water as she tried to get past her shock. “That’s unseemly.”
“No. Your behavior has been unseemly, young lady, and very childish. I intend to deal with it exactly the way you deserve. Now close the door and come here, unless you’d rather hand in your resignation.” Derek held his breath, betting his entire future that she wouldn’t take the last option.
After a few minutes of studied silence, she took a deep breath, then closed the door before coming to stand nervously in front of him.
“Good girl,” he told her, wasting no time tipping her face down over his thighs and hooking his fingers in the waistband of her scrubs. He loved the way she looked across his knee, that full round bottom filling out the seat of her scrubs; it was almost a shame to pull them down.
Kendra gasped, her hand flying back to cling to the top of her pants. “Wait! No… what are you doing?”
“Spankings are given to naughty girls on their bare bottoms, young lady. Let go or I’ll finish your spanking with ten licks of my belt,” he told her sternly.
She immediately released her hold on her scrubs, giving a groan of embarrassment when he jerked both them and her panties to her knees.
Her full round bottom was just as delicious a sight as he’d thought it would be; it took everything in him to focus on the discipline needed rather than what her beautiful ass did to his libido.
“This spanking is for the behavior and attitude you’ve given me since I started here; once it’s over you have a clean slate. I warn you though, young lady, any further bad behavior will land you right back over my knee. Are we clear?” Derek asked.
“Yes, sir,” she almost whispered.
He decided that was good enough for the time being, raised his hand, and brought it back down on her left bottom cheek with a resounding smack. She jerked as the sting of his hand sank into her tender flesh.
Derek didn’t give her any time to completely process the feeling, following the first swat with several more in quick succession. Her bottom pinked up nicely, the round curves filling with color.
He continued slapping his hand down across her upturned backside from the middle of her cheeks to the tops of her thighs; she writhed a little trying to avoid his hand but he held her fast as he painted her bottom red.
“Ooohhhooo… owwww… oohhhoo… owww… please… I’ll be good… I’ll be good,” she wailed when he tipped her a little further over so he could concentrate on the tender crease where her bottom met her thighs. He delivered twenty slaps in a row in the exact same spot on her left side.
“Not there! Not there… please, not the same place!” she wailed; he could hear her voice getting thick with impending tears by the time he moved to the right side and gave it the exact same treatment.
By the time he finished, Kendra had gone limp over his lap, finally accepting the punishment and her bottom was a delightful shade of scarlet.
He began to run his hand in circles on her heated flesh until she gave a little moan and parted her legs slightly.
Kendra’s breath caught in her throat as she moved her thighs apart in invitation. The spanking had hurt but it had also woken up something hungry inside her; something that demanded satisfaction.
His hand skimmed across her bottom and stroked along the shadowed cleft between her cheeks before sinking two fingers deep inside her, making her moan low and loud.
The heat in her bottom seemed to have pooled and centered in her clit; his fingers thrust in and out of her hard and fast and his thumb began to rub her sensitive nub. It only took a few strokes and she came hard with a soft cry. Her body spasmed around his fingers, clamping down tightly as she writhed over his knee.
His fingers continued to move in and out of her, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her body until finally she collapsed over his knee completely spent.
Then he lifted her to sit gingerly on his lap, cuddling her against his chest as he kissed the top of her head. “Good girl. You took your punishment well, Kendra.”
She gave a shuddering sigh and looked up just in time to see him lick her essence from his fingers with relish, and then wink at her.
Kendra flushed, suddenly beyond embarrassed. She jumped off his lap and frantically began trying to pull up her panties and scrubs, which were a tangled mess around her ankles.
She began to cry anew when she couldn’t seem to get them untangled. Kendra wanted to sink to the floor and bawl like a baby. She was bare assed with a bright red bottom in front of her boss, who had just spanked her like a naughty child and then given her the most intense orgasm of her life.
Just when it seemed the situation couldn’t get any worse, Dr. Malcom sank to his knees in front of her, gently untangled her britches from her left shoe then her right, and pulled her pants and panties up for her.
She gasped when they slid across her sore ass. “Tender, is it?” Dr. Malcom asked with a smile as he stood and pulled her into his arms.
Kendra didn’t know what to do; she was embarrassed, her bottom hurt, and her body was still thrumming with the aftereffects of orgasm and this man was responsible for all of it.
She pulled away again and grabbed her purse before she ran out the door like the hounds of hell were on her heels.
She heard him calling her name behind her, but she didn’t stop. She ran all the way to the door and exploding into the parking lot where she immediately slipped and fell on her already tender bottom.
Kendra sat there a minute and stared around in shock; the parking lot was a sheet of ice and more sharp little shards of it were hitting her in the face. When had this happened? She’d known it was going to snow but she hadn’t heard ice in the advisory.
Strong hands caught her beneath the shoulders and lifted her to her feet. “Back inside, Kendra, you aren’t going anywhere in this.”
She jerked her arm from his grasp with a glare and almost fell again before she caught her balance on the ice. “I am not on the clock, Doctor. I can do what I please.”
Kendra stuck her nose in the air and turned back toward her car, only to be halted before she’d completed a step and hoisted over a broad shoulder.
“You will do exactly as you’re told, young lady. You’re about two seconds from landing back across my knee so I’d tread carefully if I were you. We are going back in the building, I’m going to find out what the weather situation is, and then you and I are going to have a chat about what happened in my office,” he told her firmly as he strode through the door and then locked it behind them.
“Put me down, you jerk! I am perfectly capable of driving home!” she yelled, glaring up at him as he set her on her feet.
Dr. Malcom caught her by the arm, turned her to the side, and landed six hard swats to the seat of her pants, then pointed at the lobby chairs. “You are going to go sit down right now.”
Kendra cupped her hands around her sore bottom cheeks and sent him a sideways glare as she made her way to the chairs. “Asshole,” she muttered under her breath.
Before she could sit, his foot was planted in the seat of a chair, she was unceremoniously tossed face down over his knee, and her pants were once again jerked to half-mast. The good doctor’s hand fell hard and fast, not wasting any time in reigniting the flame in her ass.
Kendra was howling by the third swat and he didn’t stop until she was apologizing with every wail. This time she didn’t get the teasing forays of his fingers when it was over. Instead she was set back on her feet and marched to a corner with her ankles still hobbled by her clothing.
He tilted her tearstained face up to his with a finger beneath her chin. “Now, do you have anything else snarky or rude to say to me, young lady?”
“No, sir,” Kendra said with a little quiver in her chin as fresh tears spilled over her lashes.
“Good. Then you can put your little nose in this corner and keep it there until I come and get you,” he told her sternly as he turned her to face the corner in question.
Kendra started to reach for her pants.
“No… those stay exactly where they are. A little contemplation with your well spanked bottom on display is just what the doctor ordered.”
His choice of words made her frown into the corner fiercely but this time she wisely kept her glare to herself.