The Doctor's Little Girl (16 page)

Once that was done, he sat back and thought about all the information that he had. No one had come forward to tell him that Marcel had given them drugs, but he knew for a fact that Molly had been right: it was possible, and it wasn’t right to ignore a potentially dangerous situation. Finally, he picked up the phone and dialed the number for Questru’s main office. He was greeted by a female receptionist, to whom he explained his situation very briefly.

She attempted to transfer Andrew to the director of the Chicago area field office, who was probably Marcel’s direct supervisor, but after the phone rang several times, it kicked Andrew back to the same woman he had been talking to before. She suggested that they might be out of the office there today and recommended that Andrew try back tomorrow. Although he hadn’t made any progress toward bringing some kind of justice to Marcel, Andrew now felt optimistic that it could be forthcoming.

Andrew had rescheduled his last few appointments so that he could leave early and pick up Dave from the airport. He was coming in from California for an interview at a hospital in downtown Chicago. Andrew was hopeful that Dave would get the job and be able to move close to him. The idea of having his best friend nearby made him extremely happy, as did the concept of Dave and Molly getting to know each other.

Molly had taken her own car to work today, since Andrew was leaving early but Molly was going to stay for the rest of the day, helping Samantha with a file organization project. It had felt strange to drive in by himself, and he remembered the time when that was his daily routine: leaving an empty house by himself, working all day, and then returning home alone. He was so grateful that it wasn’t that way anymore, and he knew in his heart that it never would be again. After checking to make sure that everyone was all set for the rest of the day, he said a quick goodbye to Molly and then headed off to fight his way through traffic toward the airport.

* * *

Molly felt nervous as she walked up the steps to the house which she no longer thought of as Dr. Harrington’s, but instead as her home. She was about to meet Dave for the first time, Andrew’s long-time best friend. She had never met any of Andrew’s friends or relatives before. In fact, she had never been in a social situation with him outside of the office or their time spent alone at home together.

Molly knew that people acted differently around different people, and she was a little nervous to see how Andrew would treat her when there was company over. Obviously, she wasn’t going to be getting her bottom spanked for the next few days, she thought. That wasn’t necessarily such a bad thing. She had been perpetually sore for what seemed like ages. Dave was going to be sleeping in her room, and this didn’t bother her at all either. She preferred to sleep in bed with her daddy anyway.

As she opened the door, she could hear the old friends laughing inside. She quietly slunk into the room, unsure of how she should proceed. Andrew smiled and got up. He walked to the doorway to greet Molly, helping her out of her coat. Dave was sitting on the couch looking relaxed and at ease. He was just as strongly built as Andrew, and although Molly knew that they were the same age, Dave looked a bit older, his dark hair streaked with a little gray. He wore glasses, and these two features made him look distinguished and very doctorly indeed. Molly felt immediately shy.

“Dave,” Andrew said, making introductions. “I want you to meet my little girl.”

Molly’s eyes went wide. She hadn’t expected to be introduced this way. “Molly,” Andrew continued, “this is daddy’s best friend, Dave.”

Molly’s face went bright red. She couldn’t look Dave in the eye at all. Although Andrew hadn’t said anything about it, she had assumed that their relationship would be kept secret.

“It’s okay,” Dave quickly assured her. “Andrew told me all about you. I think you sound wonderful.”

Dave’s praise only made Molly blush further. As embarrassed as she was that someone besides Andrew knew that she was his little girl, she also felt a strange sense of relief rush over her. Dave clearly didn’t judge her at all. It hacked away at some of her remaining fears. She had accepted the fact that Andrew truly loved her for who she was, but she sometimes still caught herself worrying that to the rest of the world, she was still strange and worthless. True, she respected Andrew’s judgment and figured that if someone as smart and educated as him could love her, she had to be worth something, but it reassured her that Dave seemed happy to have her around.

Still feeling shy, Molly offered to cook dinner while the two friends caught up. She liked listening to Andrew and Dave laughing as they told story after story that began with “remember the time that…” or “you’ll never believe it but…” After Molly finished cooking, the three of them sat down and ate together. Dave remained full of praise for Molly, telling her how excellent the pasta had been and complimenting her for being such a well-behaved little girl.

“My little girl is very well-behaved,” Andrew told Dave. “She does sometimes argue about things, but she usually does exactly as I say, don’t you, Molly?”

Molly nodded. “Yes, sir,” she whispered. She had so trained herself to not talk this way in the office that it felt funny to do it in front of someone else.

“And what happens if you don’t listen to Andrew?” Dave asked. Molly looked to her daddy for guidance, unsure if she should tell his friend the truth or not. Andrew nodded his head, encouraging her to go ahead.

Molly looked down at the floor and whispered, “If I don’t do as I’m told, then I have to be punished.”

“And how are you punished, little girl?” Andrew asked, his face showing that he was taking great delight in sharing this with his friend.

Molly took a deep breath, as if she was about to dive into water. “When I’m naughty I get a spanking,” Molly confessed.

Dave didn’t look surprised. Molly realized that Andrew had told him all of this in advance, but that didn’t make her blush any less as she explained it all to him.

“Mmmm,” Dave said. “I quite enjoy the idea of you getting your bottom spanked.” He smiled at Andrew across the table. “Does your daddy pull your panties down when he spanks you?” Dave wanted to know.

Molly shyly admitted that he did.

“If you like the idea of watching Molly get spanked,” Andrew told Dave, “you’re in luck. My little girl is actually due a spanking tonight.”

Molly stared at Andrew in surprise.

“Why am I due a spanking?” she asked. She couldn’t think of anything she had done out of the ordinary recently. She had been well-behaved at work, and certainly hadn’t done anything that could be considered rude to Dave. No, Molly thought she had been perfectly behaved recently.

Andrew gave her a serious look. “I found something when I was cleaning up the living room last night. Do you know what it might be?”

Molly shook her head. She genuinely had no idea.

“It was your change of address form. What were you supposed to do with that, Molly?” Andrew asked her.

Molly felt her stomach do a little flip-flop. She had filled out the form like Andrew had instructed her to, but entirely forgotten to mail it. “Oh,” was all she could say.

“Oh,” repeated Andrew. “I told you to mail that, didn’t I? I think we had a very serious conversation about that, in fact.”

Molly hung her head. “I’m sorry!” she cried, for a second forgetting the fact that she was being observed. “I just forgot about it. I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“I believe you that you didn’t do it on purpose, but it was still very irresponsible of you, young lady,” Andrew scolded. “We talked about why you needed to send that form in right away, and I know you knew it was important.”

“Do you still like me?” Molly blurted out. Andrew sighed.

“Baby girl, nothing in the world could make me stop liking you. Besides, you know that I don’t just like you. I love you. I adore you.”

Molly felt her heart calm down a little bit; it had been going crazy in her chest.

“But you also know that I’m going to spank your bottom now, and hard, don’t you?”

Molly nodded with resignation.

“Daddy’s friend is going to watch you get punished,” Andrew added.

The idea of Dave watching Andrew bare her bottom and put her over his lap to spank her was strangely exciting to Molly. She couldn’t explain why, but she really couldn’t explain why she liked any of the things that she did. It just made her stomach flip-flop and her pussy drip with wetness.

Dave gave Molly a friendly glance. “Are you alright with me watching you get punished?” he asked.

Molly bit her lip and nodded.

“Good,” Andrew said. “I want you to get up and go stand in the corner of the living room. Put your face against the wall and think about being more responsible in the future. You’re doing much better than you were before, but you have to keep putting in effort, and I’m going to give you a very firm reminder of that fact.”

“Yes, daddy,” Molly whispered, scuttling off to the corner.

She put her face against the wall like she had been told to and tried her best to be patient as she waited for her impending punishment. The minutes dragged on as she stood still, deprived of any stimulus. It was boring, but she found that she was able to tolerate it without much wiggling. Still, it felt like hours had passed by the time that she felt Andrew’s firm grip on her arm.

He led her out of the corner and into the middle of the room, where a straight-backed chair from the dining room was waiting. Dave was seated on the couch, where he would have a perfect view of what was about to happen. Andrew sat down in the chair. Molly noticed that sitting on the floor near the chair was a heavy-looking wooden hairbrush. She let out a little gasp when she saw it.

“Are you going to spank me with that?” she asked, her voice worried.

Andrew nodded. “This is serious, Molly. I need you to learn your lesson about this. When I tell you to do something, you need to do it. If you can’t count on yourself to remember to do it later, you need to do it right away. We talked about why changing your address is important and I know you remember the reasons. So yes, I’m going to bare your bottom and spank you with my hand, and then I’m going to spank you with the hairbrush. It’s going to burn and sting and leave you with a very, very sore bottom, but I know that it’s going to teach you a lesson that you won’t forget. I’m sure that having an audience will help you to remember this spanking for a long time, too, won’t it?”

Molly chewed her lip as her daddy finished his lecture, but quietly agreed.

“Good. It’s time for you to get over my lap, then,” he told her.

Molly climbed over Andrew’s lap, assuming what had become a very familiar position for her. He lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties.

“Now your bare bottom is on display for Dave to see,” Andrew said, as if Molly needed reminding.

She covered her face with her hands in shame. She didn’t have long to focus on this, though, since after just a moment of gentle rubbing, the spanking began. Andrew peppered her bottom with smacks, starting hard from the very first one. Molly found herself having trouble controlling herself over his lap, and she began to buck and squirm almost immediately.

“Hold still, Molly,” Andrew warned. “This is just the very start of your spanking. This is going to be long and hard, and I don’t want to spend the whole time fighting you.”

Molly tried to hold still. She really did. But the pain of the spanking, combined with the embarrassment of being watched by someone she had just met, added to the guilt over disappointing Andrew was all too much. Everything felt more intense when she was being observed. She was overwhelmed, and despite her best efforts to be obedient, she continued to kick and struggle. Andrew stopped spanking her for a moment and pinned her legs under one of his, limiting her motion.

“I’m sorry!” she begged. It didn’t slow down the speed with which Andrew was reddening her bottom.

“I know you are. I truly believe you, honey,” he told her. “I also know that I don’t want you to forget this punishment, and so it’s going to be hard. I want you to hand me the hairbrush now.”

Molly swallowed hard and reached out to grab the brush from the floor in front of her. She handed it back to the doctor. He wasted no time in starting to use it. The first smack made Molly lunge forward on his lap and cry out.

“Daaddddy!” she wailed. “That hurts!”

“I know it does,” he told her. “That’s why it’s part of your punishment.” He spanked her much less quickly once he began to use the hairbrush, but each swat counted a thousand times more. They felt hot and they burned. Her bottom was being turned into white-hot agony. Still, Andrew didn’t stop. Tears began to form in Molly’s eyes, and her yelps turned to pitiful sobs.

“I’m sorry, daddy!” she insisted. “I promise I won’t do it again! I’ll be a good little girl!”

“I know you will, sweetie,” Andrew said, smacking her again and again. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he paused. “Dave,” he said, addressing his friend, who Molly had almost forgotten was watching. She was far too sore to care about anything like that. “Do you think that Molly has learned her lesson?”

“I think she almost has,” he said. “Maybe about ten more with the hairbrush,” he suggested.

“That sounds good to me,” Andrew said, and he started to spank her again.

Although the end of her punishment was in sight, Molly couldn’t even count the swats. He gave them to her in a flurry and she sobbed over his lap. Then it was over. Molly slowly took a deep breath as Andrew unpinned her legs, letting her up off his lap. He then pulled her up into his arms, hugging her tight.

Molly cried on his shoulder for a little while, unaware of anything else except the sting in her bottom and the love that Andrew wrapped her up in. When she was finally calm, she looked at Dave. She half expected him to look terrified, but instead, he was grinning from ear to ear.

“Thank you both so much for sharing this with me,” he said.

“You’re very welcome,” Andrew said.

“You’re welcome,” Molly repeated. She then turned to her daddy. “Thank you for spanking me, sir,” she whispered. Andrew kissed her nose.