Page 18 of Taught By the Doctor
Zoey arched her back, both in ecstasy and to help Evan get her clothes off faster.
“You’re so naughty,” he murmured against the side of her chin. His hands tugged down her tights and panties in one swift motion, causing Zoey to moan when the plug pressed against the leather cushion.
In just seconds, Zoey was completely naked. She stared up at Evan as he began to strip, starting with his sweater and button-up shirt. She swallowed when his chiseled abs came into view. Tentatively, she reached up to rest her palms on his warm skin, tracing the muscles lightly with her fingertips. Evan stripped completely except for his black boxer shorts. He sat up and pulled Zoey to stand between his knees. She tried to cover her front self-consciously, but Evan wasn’t having any of that. He swatted her hands until they were resting at her sides, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze.
“You’re too beautiful to cover yourself,” he told her, his hands coming up to cup her bottom cheeks, one in each hand. He kneaded the warm flesh, smiling gently when Zoey bit her bottom lip. One hand moved to lightly trace the base of the plug, his grin broadening when Zoey whimpered and shifted slightly away from him.
“How does it feel to have your naughty hole plugged?” he asked, looking straight into her eyes.
Zoey swallowed. She wanted to look away, but Evan’s gaze was too intense. “Embarrassing,” she said in a shaky voice.
Evan made a thoughtful sound in the back of his throat. “Just embarrassing?” he asked doubtfully. He pulled her butt cheeks slightly apart, using one finger to push against the plug, just enough to make her squeak.
Zoey stepped back, but this only succeeded in making her bottom cheeks spread even further since Evan’s grip was so tight on her. “No,” she finally admitted. She almost moaned when she looked into Evan’s eyes and it was clear he wanted more of an answer from her. Her throat felt dry as she forced the words out. “I feel excited too.”
“You’re so naughty,” he repeated, pulling Zoey closer by her bottom. “I think my naughty little schoolgirl needs a lesson in obedience. Go put on your uniform and come back here.” He gave her a harsh swat on each cheek to send her off.
Zoey blushed, but obeyed, making her way across the large office to the wardrobe where her school supplies were kept. She tried not to look at the cane that hung inside and quickly grabbed one of the school uniforms and began to put it on. She knew without asking that Evan didn’t want her to put on anything underneath the uniform. She shivered as she slipped on the thin button-up shirt and the fabric brushed against her peaked nipples. She could tell when she put on the short plaid skirt that the plug would be visible if she bent even slightly. Her blush intensified as she bent to slip on her long socks and buckle her shiny black Mary Janes.
When she was done, she looked up to find Evan staring at her with a heated expression. His jaw was tense and his eyes blazing. He crooked a finger at her and she obediently approached him, her head down and face flaming.
As soon as she was within reach, Evan snagged her around the waist and tipped her over his knee. The tiny skirt didn’t even try to shield her firm cheeks, so Evan had no choice but to light into them.
Zoey immediately began to kick, but not from pain. Evan wasn’t punishing her, that much was clear due to the mildness of the swats, but each one did leave her clit pulsing as her plug was jostled inside her.
Evan spanked with a heavy hand. After about a minute, he adjusted Zoey so that she was straddling one of his thighs, forcing her cheeks to part and expose her plugged hole. Afterattacking her bottom for another minute, Evan landed a few swats up and down her crack, paying special attention to the plug. Zoey wiggled violently at this attention, making little whimpering sounds.
Zoey’s bottom was a light pink when Evan stood her back up and led her over to his large wooden desk by the upper arm. Her toes barely grazed the floor after Evan picked her up and bent her over the table.
“Professor,” Zoey moaned, watching as Evan walked around the desk and pulled a thick wooden ruler out from one of the drawers.
“Hush, Ms. Lu,” Evan said as he came back around to her side. He tapped the wooden instrument against Zoey’s sit spots. “We’re going to make sure that you continue the good work you’ve been doing in your classes lately.”
“I’ll keep doing good,” Zoey said earnestly, kicking her feet a bit. “I promise, sir. Please!” She pressed her thighs together, already feeling as if she were on the edge.
“Please what?” Evan asked, bringing the ruler down on Zoey’s sensitive sit spots. He spanked all around the plug, circling around and around it with the ruler.
Zoey cried out. “I’m close, sir. Please!”
Evan grinned but didn’t answer her. He continued to bring the ruler down all over her bottom, watching as light pink stripes appeared on the sensitive skin. He gave her a couple dozen more swats, waiting a few seconds between each one and enjoying the way Zoey was squirming over his desk. Her whole body was practically begging for him. The ruffles of her skirt framed her pink cheeks perfectly, the stainless steelplug acting as a focal point. He debated briefly getting a camera, but was almost at his limit as well. After one last particularly harsh swat with the ruler, he dropped the tool onto his desk with a careless clatter.
“You’re going to be my good little student for the rest of the semester, aren’t you?” Evan asked, freeing himself from his boxer shorts.
“Yes, sir!” Zoey cried, already spreading her thighs apart in anticipation of accepting him.
Evan grit his teeth together as he stared down at Zoey’s red bottom. He wasted no time in sliding himself into her, sighing deeply when he was fully seated inside her tight, wet passage. “That’s right. You better be,” he warned as he began to thrust his hips back and forth. “If you’re not, you’re going to be one sorry little schoolgirl.”
Zoey groaned as she gripped the opposite edge of the desk, squeezing her eyes shut as Evan filled her so completely. It always hurt a tiny bit when he first entered, making her feel even more naughty and punished. She tried to lift her hips up a bit to meet his thrusts, but her legs were too short to offer much help.
Evan grinned when he realized what she was trying to do and gripped her hips hard in his hands before lifting her up with each thrust forward into her. Zoey moaned loudly with each one, her fingers and toes curling.
“You’re mine, aren’t you, young lady?” he demanded, stilling so he could hear her answer, but keeping her hips firmly in his grasp.
Zoey was breathing heavily and murmured, “Mhm.”
Evan lowered her hips to the desk, but kept his length inside of her. He smacked her bottom cheeks several times, making her cry out. “Answer me properly,” he commanded, grasping a fleshy cheek in each hand.
“Ohh, yes, sir!” she cried out, wiggling her hips in vain when he stayed still, teasing her.
