Page 20 of Taught By the Doctor
Evan grinned with satisfaction as he followed Zoey into their bedroom and watched her slip on a pair of black tights. She winced when the fabric brushed against the freshly smacked skin of her thighs.
Evan smirked wider as he approached Zoey, who was slinging her backpack over one shoulder. He wound his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. He bent to kiss the top of her hair, discreetly inhaling her sweet strawberry-scented shampoo as he did so. He couldn’t resist slipping his hand beneath her skirt and cupping his large hand over the seat of her smooth tights.
“You sure I can’t drive you to school?” he asked.
Zoey smiled but shook her head against his chest. Evan had been working a couple of hours later than normal for the last couple of weeks, so Zoey had been driving herself.
Zoey didn’t mind. Driving definitely wasn’t her favorite thing in the world, but she did enjoy singing in the car while she drove to school. The only issue was that her little red car was over twenty years old and Evan had been begging her to get rid of it ever since they first started dating, fearing that it would break down on her while she drove. Zoey adamantly refused. The old car was her baby; her first love! She had spent her teenage years painting the town in it.
Evan had relented, but only after they brought the car in for a full maintenance and exam. Zoey had been terrified, and prayed hard that her car would pass smog. Evan would use any excuse to send the poor thing to the junkyard. In the end, the car needed hundreds of dollars’ worth of repairs, which Zoey had suspected. Evan was ready to trade it in, but Zoey had fought him, saying she would pay for the repairs. Finally, after some arguing and a back seat of the car spanking, Evan finally relented and allowed her to keep the car but only if she let him keep up with the maintenance work and he paid for the repairs. Zoey had agreed to his terms, knowing it was the only way she’d be able to keep her beloved car.
“I can drive myself,” Zoey told him. She got on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, knowing that he was offering because he knew she was stressed about her midterm.
Evan nodded and the two got ready to go. As they walked out to the driveway, where both their cars were parked, Evan suddenly grabbed Zoey around the waist and pulled her tohim, pressing his lips firmly against hers. Zoey was breathless when he finally pulled away.
“Be good today,” he warned sternly, reaching around to give her bottom a firm tap.
Zoey pouted before sticking her tongue out. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “No.” Then she dashed off toward her car.
“Little brat,” Evan growled, but he was grinning as he sprinted after her, grabbed her around the waist, and hoisted her up over one shoulder. Instead of spanking her in that vulnerable position, he used one arm to hold her and the other to tickle her side that faced out.
Zoey kicked over his shoulder, but she was giggling madly. “Okay, okay! I’ll be good,” she promised, hoping he would let her down. The blood was beginning to rush to her head.
Evan chuckled but didn’t let her down and instead carried her over to her little red car and with one arm wound around her thighs, he expertly opened the driver side door with his free hand before depositing her gently onto the seat. Zoey stuck her tongue out at him once more and Evan just laughed before tapping her nose affectionately and pressing his lips to her forehead.
“How is it possible for so much brattiness to fit into such a little body?” he asked in a fond tone. Before Zoey could answer, his lips were on hers. He nipped at her lower lip lightly before pulling away. His eyes held conflict, like he was ready to throw her into the backseat of the car and have his way with her. He took a deep breath. “We better go before we’re both late.”
Zoey swallowed, trying to rein in the burning need within her, and nodded with difficulty. She watched him as he walked over to his car and as was their ritual, Evan gave her a gentlemanly sweep of his hand to signal that she should pull out of the driveway first. Zoey grinned and complied, pulling out of the driveway and onto the street. She definitely wished Evan was still driving her and she knew he would have if she had conveyed that wish, but this way made much more sense for both of them.
She wished that they were driving together, but as she looked in her rearview mirror and Evan waved at her cheerfully, she couldn’t help but smile.
Zoey sighed tiredly as she made her way to her afternoon class. She had been checking her grades obsessively, waiting for the score for her midterm to appear. The class she had taken the midterm for was the class she was currently heading to, so maybe the professor was going to hand back their midterms during class that day? She stood in the hallway just outside her classroom, deciding she would check one more time before going in.
Zoey froze as she stared down at her phone, her eyes going wide. A little ‘A’ suddenly appeared where her midterm grade should be. Just to be sure, she refreshed the page, gawking a bit when the letter didn’t disappear. Just when she was starting to process that that was her actual grade for the midterm, a couple of girls burst from the classroom.
“Hey, Zoey! Did you see midterm grades were just posted?” her classmate Kasey asked. Her dark brown eyes were shining with excitement.
“Yeah,” Zoey said in an upbeat voice. She liked Kasey. They sat at the same table in their lab class. As it turned out, theyboth loved coffee and cats, so naturally, they had to be friends.
“What’d you get?” Kasey’s friend Madelyn asked. She had long, straight chestnut brown hair and a cute, round face.
Zoey blushed. “I got an A.” She didn’t want to sound like she was bragging, but couldn’t help her voice from sounding pleased.
Kasey’s eyes widened. “Nice, you’re probably one of the few people who did,” she said in awe.
Madelyn looked behind them down the hall before leaning toward Zoey, her eyes filled with what could only be described as mischief. “Hey, the professor isn’t here yet. Since we passed the midterm too, we decided we’re gonna cut class today. You want to join us? We’re thinking of getting ice cream and then going to the shopping center down the street.”
Zoey hesitated. There was no doubt that Evan would never approve of her cutting class, even if she got an A on the midterm. Her eyes drooped at the thought of sitting through another two-hour class though, and she did have a B in this class, probably an A minus now after the midterm. She smiled at the two girls in front of her.
“Let’s do it.”
Evan drove home with an excited grin on his face. Work wasn’t nearly as busy as it had been the last couple of weeks, so he’d been able to get off early. Zoey should still be in class for another half hour, but since she had her car, he couldn’t go surprise her and pick her up. He decided the next bestthing was to surprise her with a nice home-cooked dinner when she got home.
He had a silly little grin on his face when he thought about his girlfriend. She was the sweetest person he had ever known, even though she was also pretty naughty. He loved both sides of her, the side that could be bratty as well as the one that was bashful. He never knew which one he was going to get. She was always keeping him on his toes.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise when he turned onto their street and saw that Zoey’s car was already in the driveway. His excitement soared to new heights. She must have been let out of class early as well. As soon as he was parked next to Zoey’s car, he hopped out and paused on his way up to the house. He felt the top of the hood of Zoey’s little red car curiously, his eyebrows raising at how cold the metal was. Although it had been chillier lately, it was still obvious that Zoey had been home for a while since the car wasn’t even a little bit warm. Evan shrugged it off, telling himself that Zoey’s professor could have canceled class altogether.
He couldn’t help but chuckle when he opened the front door and took in the scene in front of him. The room was dark, the only light coming from the flat screen television, which appeared to be playing some sappy romantic comedy. The coffee table was covered in various snacks, from potato chips to boxes of candy. Zoey was curled up on the loveseat facing the television, her long hair down and falling over her shoulders. She had a pink throw blanket wrapped around her, but Evan knew that since Zoey often found clothes constricting, she was probably wearing nothing but her bra and panties underneath that blanket. The thought alone made him hard.
