The Doctor's Little Girl (11 page)

Molly groaned as quietly as she could. She wanted to be good, though. Besides fear of being forced to stay here longer, she didn’t want to be spanked while in this position, especially with people in the office, and she knew that her bottom made an excellent target as it was thrust up in the air. Her tummy felt full and funny, and her bottom hole twitched against the nozzle. She felt heavy with the water inside her, and part of her was very glad that she didn’t have to move. The minutes ticked by slowly, with Molly focusing her every energy on not whining.

“Aren’t I being a good girl,” she finally asked, desperate for some kind of relief, even if it was just praise. Andrew smiled and gently patted her bottom cheek.

“Yes, you’re being a very obedient little patient. You only have another minute to hold your enema, and then you can expel it.” Molly knew that she could make it through another minute. A minute was not very long.

It turned out, a minute could be very long. The final sixty seconds that Molly held the water in her felt like an eternity. Her tummy felt a little cramped, and it was hard to fight the urge to expel the water. Finally, she felt Andrew’s hand on the nozzle, removing it from her bottom. “Alright, Molly,” he said. “You can get up and sit on the toilet to expel your enema now. You did very well.” Molly moved quickly, rushing over to the toilet and sitting down. She had never been so grateful as when Dr. Andrew exited back to the exam room, closing the door to give her privacy as she finally released what she had been holding onto for so long. She was so desperate for relief that she had stopped focusing on her fear of being overheard.

When Molly finished in the restroom, she peeked her head around to the exam room, where she found Dr. Harrington sitting on the little stool he sat on during exams.

“Come in, Molly. How do you feel?” he asked.

Molly shrugged. “I don’t know how you could have made me hold that for five minutes! It was horrible!”

Andrew chuckled. “I was impressed with you,” he told her. “You took that very, very well. You’re going to be a good girl now, aren’t you?”

Molly crinkled her nose. “Yes, sir,” she said. “Without a doubt.”

“Good,” said Andrew. “That’s what I want to hear.”

* * *

Andrew sat at his desk with the door open between patients, hearing Molly and Samantha chattering together at the front desk down the hall. Some part of him couldn’t believe that he had done what he did to Molly today, but another side of him was thrilled by it. For his entire medical career he had fantasized about playing with a girl in the workplace, but he had never had anywhere near the right situation to do that in. This had been perfect, and he couldn’t get the thought of Molly’s blushing, embarrassed face out of his mind. He turned to his computer, where he really had been playing Tetris earlier. He was entertained by how petulant that had made Molly. Scrolling through his email for a moment, he was interrupted by a knock on the door from Rebecca.

“Your last patient of the day is in exam room one, Dr. Harrington,” she told him. “It’s Melissa Smalls.” Melissa was an eighteen-year-old high school senior who had, on her last visit, asked for prescription acne medication due to the occasional breakout and had been very grumpy when Andrew had refused to medicate her for this. She had given no reason for the appointment today, which didn’t seem very promising to him. He thanked Rebecca and headed to the exam room, grabbing the chart from its slot on the door on the way in.

“Hi, Melissa, what’s going on today?” he asked. Melissa was fully clothed and sitting on the table holding a brochure in her hand.

“I’ve been worried about my weight, doctor,” she told him.

Andrew frowned. Just by eyeballing her, Melissa was strikingly average in the weight department. He took a look at her charts and saw that her weight was, indeed, very healthy.

“I don’t think you have much to worry about, Melissa,” he told her. “According to the chart, your weight is exactly where it should be for a girl your age and height.” Melissa frowned.

“I really want to lose about ten pounds. I feel like I’m much chubbier than the other girls at school.”

Admittedly, Andrew thought, this was probably true. Due to peer pressure and the perpetuation of negative body images, the girls at the local high school were growing skinnier by the year, a phenomenon that genuinely concerned Andrew.

“The problem is that you’re the one who is medically fine and the other girls at school are the ones with an issue,” Andrew tried to explain. “There are a lot of girls your age who are actually underweight, and in order for you to grow into a healthy young adult you need proper nutrition,” he added.

Melissa shrugged. “I’ve tried to eat less and to be healthier, and I play sports so I’m always working out, but it doesn’t seem to make a difference. When I was at the nurse’s office the other day I saw this booklet so I wanted to talk to you about it.”

She handed him the brochure that she was holding. It was one of the Mialis leaflets that Marcel had been distributing. Anger rippled through him.

“You got this from your school nurse?” he asked, barely able to contain his rage. Melissa nodded.

“Yeah, it was mixed in with the other health issue brochures. I was wondering if I could go on this medication, just for a little while, to lose a little weight. The book made it sound like losing ten pounds was pretty reasonable.”

Andrew shook his head. “The booklet is not a doctor, Mol—I mean, Melissa,” he said, embarrassed by his slipup. It seemed that whenever he got into a scolding mood now, there was only one person on his mind. Really, there was only one person on his mind most of the time, but that was beside the point.

“I’m your doctor and I’m telling you that you don’t need to lose weight. Even if you did, which you don’t, I would want you to do it healthily, by increasing your exercise and eating healthy foods. Taking drugs that you don’t need, especially at your young age, is simply dangerous.”

Melissa tried to argue with him, but he quickly sent her on her way, asking Molly to make her a follow-up appointment in a couple of months to make sure that she was still at a healthy weight. It was time to go home now, so there was no point in making angry phone calls that night, but he knew what he would be spending his free time tomorrow doing.

* * *

When they got home that night, Molly still felt impossibly horny from her earlier examination. Andrew seemed to be in a fairly grumpy mood when they first left work, but Molly was feeling perky and playful, and she asked him if they could make dinner together that night. They had done so, joking around and teasing each other a bit as they cooked, and Andrew had soon cheered up. Molly liked being able to bring a smile to his face, and she liked having him help her.

“Maybe from now on I should only let you cook with supervision,” Andrew suggested. “You are quite a little girl to be using dangerous things like knives and the stove all by yourself.”

Molly squirmed and giggled. “I haven’t burned down the house yet,” she quipped.

Andrew tousled her hair. “
Yet
is the key word,” he told her.

They finished cooking and Molly set the table. Andrew served the food, and when he made Molly’s plate, he cut up her meat for her. She felt embarrassed by this, but, like so many other things in her life, also enjoyed it. They enjoyed their meal together, but Molly was hungry for other things than food. She wanted attention of a particular kind. When they finished, Andrew told her to clean things up. Hoping this would lead to what she wanted, she looked him right in the eye and said “No!”

Andrew stopped dead in his tracks and stared at her. “What did you just say to me, little girl?” he asked.

Molly smiled. Her plan was working.

“Wipe that grin off your face,” he insisted. “My little girl does not speak to me like that. When I tell you to do something, you do it.”

Molly cast her eyes down, trying to make it less obvious that this was exactly the response she had been looking for. Andrew grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her into the living room. She opened her mouth to protest.

“Nooooo,” she whined, despite her desire for what was about to come next. “Daddy, I didn’t mean to!”

She froze suddenly, clapping her hand over her mouth. She hadn’t meant to say that. She felt embarrassed now, but a different kind, not the sexy, exciting embarrassment that overtook her when Andrew had stripped her, or spanked her, or examined her. What she felt was closer to the humiliation that she felt when she had believed that Rebecca was making fun of her.

She had been thinking of Andrew as her daddy whenever he was treating her as a little girl, but she had made herself promise she would never say that aloud to him. She figured it would make him uncomfortable, and she was terrified that it would make him not want to play this way if he knew how she thought of him. It was true, though: that was the only word that she had to describe the feelings that she had for him. He took care of her the way that she imagined a daddy was meant to take care of a little girl. This was something that had only ever been in her imagination until now, and she hadn’t meant to let the word slip out. She felt for a second like she might cry.

Without missing a beat, and seeming not even to notice that anything significant had happened, Andrew dragged her over to the sofa and bent her over it, pulling her skirt up to display her panties. “There’s that word again, baby,” he warned. “Good little girls do not say ‘no’ to their daddies.”

Molly’s emotions turned on a dime. He was alright with this? He didn’t think that Molly was being weird, or that she had ‘issues’? Her heart raced.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” she whimpered, her mood suddenly much more serious than it had been a moment before.

“Uh huh,” Andrew said, “now you are. I’m still going to have to punish you for speaking to me that way.”

Molly squirmed over the back of the couch, her tummy full of butterflies. She heard the jingle of Andrew’s belt buckle and looked back over her shoulder to see him pulling it through its loops.

“Drop those panties, young lady,” Andrew scolded. Molly reached back and pulled her panties down to her knees, noticing how moistened they were with her arousal as she did. She turned around again to see Andrew doubling the belt over to create a looped end.

“Eyes front,” he instructed, and Molly did as she was told. She braced herself, and waited to feel the belt collide with her bottom. In a second, it did, with a loud cracking sound. The pain was sharper than Andrew’s hand, and it spread out across her bottom in a warm line. She whimpered, a little sound escaping her lips. A moment later, the belt snapped into her skin again, immediately below where the first one had landed. Molly let out a gasp.

“Owwww! Daddy!” she yelped. “It hurts!”

The belt landed again, harder it seemed. Molly wiggled in position.

“Of course it hurts, my darling,” Andrew said. “It’s meant to. I’m glad I’m doing my job.” Another stroke, and another wail from Molly. “Are you learning a lesson?” he asked.

Molly nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! Yes, sir!” She tried to scoot forward on the couch, as if she could escape the punishing sting of the belt this way, but Andrew grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her down.

“If you’re learning your lesson about not disagreeing with me, then it would behoove you to hold still and keep your bottom in position for your punishment,” Andrew quipped, landing three more hard strokes of the belt all in a row.

Molly felt so sore that she couldn’t possibly take anymore, but Andrew didn’t stop, and she discovered that she in fact could. The pain didn’t turn to pleasure the way that it had the last time that he had spanked her, but as much as it hurt, she felt safe and secure. She stopped resisting and relaxed her body into it.

“There,” Andrew told her, his voice proud. “That’s how my good little girl takes her punishment.” Molly still cried out with each stroke, but she didn’t resist anymore. Andrew gave her another dozen or so with the belt, then stopped and set it down next to her on the couch. “That’s all for now, I think,” he said.

“For now?” Molly questioned. Her bottom was hot and buzzing, and she was sure that it was the brightest red imaginable.

“For now,” her daddy confirmed. He got her to her feet and led her around the couch. “Come here, baby,” he said, sitting down on the sofa and pulling her into his lap. He stroked her hair soothingly and she cuddled up into him, her bottom feeling warm against him. She stayed there for a while, enjoying the comfort of his presence. As she came down to earth from all the adrenaline that the belting had caused her, she realized that she was soaking wet. Wiggling on Andrew’s lap proved that he had enjoyed giving the punishment as much as she had enjoyed receiving it.

“Oh!” she said, suddenly remembering something, “thank you for punishing me, daddy!”

“You’re very welcome, little girl,” he told her, giving her a little squeeze. The feeling of Andrew’s hard cock pressing into her as she sat on his lap gave Molly an idea. She got down off his lap and knelt in front of him, nuzzling his lap with her head for a second. She wanted to say something about wanting to show him just how thankful she was, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak. Instead she just muttered something unintelligible, while looking up at him with big eyes.

“What do you want, little girl?” Andrew asked, as if he had no idea.

Molly tried to reach for his cock and free it from his pants. It only seemed fair that she make him feel as good as he did her. She looked up at him, as if he should inherently know what she wanted. The smile that crossed his face suggested that he did, but instead of helping her out, he said, “I don’t know what you need, little girl.” Molly sighed.

“I wanna put it in my mouth, daddy,” was all she could come up with. Not exactly the sexiest thing she could have said, or the most eloquent, but it got the point across, she thought.

Andrew smiled deviously. “You want to suck my cock?” he asked.