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She dragged her eyes to meet his.“I promise I won’t smoke again.”
He smiled.“Thank you.I am going to punish you, so you understand the consequences of breaking your promise to me.”
She searched his face, her expression uncertain.
He pulled her down from the exam table and walked her back to the end with the step.“Bend over and put your belly down.”
She gave the paper a quick yank to bring a fresh sheet under her and obeyed, lowering her torso over the end of the examination table.
He walked over to the cupboard where Dr.Dihns kept her arthritis cream.
"Are you going to spank me?"she asked, sounding far too excited about the prospect.
“It's a medically induced spanking,” he explained, slipping on a new pair of latex-free gloves and squeezing a small dollop of the cream on his finger.“This will sting just like you've had a long hard spanking and it will last a couple of hours."
He rubbed a scant amount on her twin globes, knowing it was better to go light than put too much on and have her hopping around with steam coming out of her ears.As it was, she might never speak to him after she experienced the burn of capsaicin cream.She wiggled her butt, as if she wanted more.
He wrapped a fist in her hair and tugged her head back.“No smoking, Chloe,” he murmured in her ear.“Understand?”
“Yes, doctor.”
He released her and lifted her torso, turning her to face him.
“Is that all?”
His lips twitched in a smile.“It won’t start working for about ten minutes or so.Get dressed, bring me the cigarettes, finish restocking this supply drawer.Then we’ll see if you’re appreciating your punishment.”
She bent to pick up her clothing.
“What do you say?”
“What?”
“I’m waiting for myyes, doctor.”
She grinned and leaned forward, lowering her eyelids and making her mouth pouty.“Yes, doctor,” she purred like a 1950’s pin up girl.
He smacked her ass.“Get moving, Miss Jones.”
He sat on his stool and folded his arms, watching her dress.His attention made her nervous, which he enjoyed.Plus, she had a spectacular body, so watching her naked form in action was no hardship.
She dressed quickly, almost frantically, and left the exam room without a word, returning to hand him the cigarettes.
“Thank you, Chloe,” he said, crumpling the pack and tossing it in the trash.
He didn’t have to prompt her to organize his supplies, she worked with quick efficiency.When she stood up and closed the drawer, she rubbed her ass.
“Are you starting to notice it?”
Her face had flushed.“Ah...yeah,” she said, sounding breathless.
“Let me inspect,” he said and didn’t wait for her agreement, simply guided her across his lap and pulled down her scrub pants.Her skin had turned pink where he had applied the cream, but did not appear too angry.He actually had learned the trick from a patient who was into BDSM.Her partner had used too much and she showed up in a state of complete panic, with chemical burns all over her poor bottom.Later, curious, he had researched it and found the proper “dosage” to be quite small to have a large effect.
He gave each cheek a light slap.“Yes, it looks like it’s working.”He lifted her to stand.“Now be honest, is it too much?”
She swallowed and shook her head, looking glassy-eyed.“No,” she mumbled.
He patted her backside.“Good.I hope this serves to remind you that I won’t tolerate your naughtiness.”
