Page 6 of Doctor's Demands
“Those will go away in a little while. Just don’t mess with them. And if you do find yourself with any that bother you, just cover them in pain-killing antibiotic ointment. The wounds are very superficial, and your Top usually will take care of anything that happens to your body when you’re under his care.”
She struts over to the bed and gestures for me to come to her. Getting back into my role, I lower my head and go to her. “Now what?” I ask as I wait for her to show me what’s next.
“Now I want to use the paddle on you. Lean over the bed, leaving your bottom exposed. I’ll administer three strikes, then we can see where you’re at with the level of pain.” She walks away to get the paddle and I take the position she’s told me to.
I feel kind of weird for doing this. I didn’t get a lot of spankings as a kid. It feels unnatural for me to be allowing this to be done to me, but I have to give it a try. It could mean more money for me if my list is longer.
So far, I’ve only clicked on a few things I’m okay with. Blindfolding is acceptable and some forms of bondage are, as well. But nothing has been checked on the Impact Play List—the list I affectionately call ‘the hitting list.’ That’s something Leticia has told me is a real plus, and not nearly as bad as I’ve been thinking.
“Ready?” she asks me as she comes up behind me.
“I think so,” I say, then grit my teeth and clench my ass cheeks.
“Um, you can’t tense up, Petra. You’re supposed to accept this. You know what I mean?” she asks me as she rubs the paddle in circles around my ass.
“Accept it,” I mumble. “Yeah, okay.” I try my hardest to breathe in and out to calm myself, but it does little to help me. I’m just going to be afraid of it right now. That’s just how it is.
Smack!
The first hit isn’t that bad. “One,” I say under my breath.
Another lands on my ass and now I can feel a dull throbbing sensation. “Two,” Leticia says. “One more.”
“Okay,” I manage to make myself say, even though I really don’t want to add to the pain that’s radiating all over my ass.
One more makes my stomach hurt as the pain resonates inside of me. “Uh!” I moan with the pain. “No more.”
Petra pulls me up and looks at me with curious eyes. “Tell me exactly what you feel.”
“Throbbing. My ass is pulsing and I kind of feel sick to my stomach.” I hold my hand on my tummy to help ease the discomfort.
“Lie back on the bed. I want to see something,” she directs me.
I do as she’s said and watch her as she places her palm on my lingerie-covered pussy. My eyes are glued to where her hand is. “Um, whatchya doin’ there?”
“You’re hot.” She looks at me and winks. “Can I see if you’re wet?”
My voice comes out really high, “Like, stick your finger inside of me?”
She nods. “Not pump it or anything. Just see if that made you wet.”
“Okay,” I say as I nod. I’m not really sure about this, but I suppose it’s not much different than when I go to the doctor about my birth control stuff and have a physical examination.
Pushing the thin layer between my legs to one side, she slips her finger into me and nods. “You’re wet. That did turn you on.”
“And what does that mean?” I ask as I watch her pull her finger out of me and look at it for a moment.
“It means you might end up liking that kind of thing.” Her eyes cut to me. “Do you mind if I taste it?”
“What?” I ask as I sit up. “Leticia!”
“Some of the men like to watch the women they buy be with other women. Last year, mine did. He brought in another woman and had us pleasure each other, then him. It was erotic. Not that I prefer women to men, but it made him happy and that’s the name of the game. So, can I lick my finger?”
I nod as I stare at her and wonder if this is really a thing I can do. Her eyes close as her mouth closes around her finger and she moans. I’m riddled with curiosity. “Is it good?”
Leticia opens her eyes and gives me a smile as she nods. “Maybe we should add in some sex toys. I don’t want you to feel odd if your Top asks you to do a thing like this.”
“Wait,” I say as I think about what the fuck she’s asking of me. “Can’t I mark this as a hard limit?”
