He stopped, rubbing her hot butt cheeks gently. “Easy, baby. This is just a bit of fun, not a real punishment.”
Yeah? Someone should tell her butt.
His hand landed on her bottom once more. He paused to rub her ass. While his spanks stung they weren’t that hard, and he kept stopping to give her a soft massage. She wondered if Sloan had told him how much she loved having her butt rubbed. Every so often he’d move his hand down between her legs to run his fingers up and down her slit, teasing her clit with light strokes. Then his hand would strike again, heating her butt. By the end of the spanking, she was stuck in that place between pleasure and pain.
“Very nice,” Sloan said. “I believe she’ll think twice before wearing such revealing clothes again.” Would she? She wasn’t so sure.
“Please secure her to the examination table.”
James helped her stand, holding her hips until she was steady, then led her to the table. He grasped her around the waist and lifted her onto the table. She winced slightly as her buttocks met the hard table.
She lay back, looking at the large, bright light overhead. Blinking, she turned her head away. The last thing she needed right now was a migraine. James slid her feet into the stirrups attached to the bed, spreading them wide.
“Arms above your head,” he ordered, securing her wrists with soft, leather cuffs. She tugged at them, unable to move them more than a few inches. They must have been attached to the table. He then placed a strap over her abdomen, securing her further.
Butterflies danced in her stomach. Nerves and excitement.
“How are you doing, darlin’?” Sloan leaned in, watching her closely.
She smiled up at him. “I’m good.”
“Color?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Good, now you’re going to be a good patient and listen to instructions,” he ordered, falling back into his doctor role. “Or you’ll b
e punished.”
“Yes, doctor. I’ll be a good girl.”
“We shall see.” He turned to James. “First, I’m going to examine her breasts and nipples, see how reactive she is. If you would like to press a finger inside her pussy, you can judge her reaction.”
Oh God, she was not going to survive this. James moved between her open legs and ran his hands up her thighs.
“All good, Kinley?” he asked, looking almost a little unsure. It wasn’t an expression she was used to seeing on him.
But she got it. This was their first scene together, their first time being intimate, and he’d been hurt in the past. Pushed aside. Like she had.
She smiled at him gently. “Green, Sir.”
His eyes flared at the word Sir, and he smiled back at her, his gaze lightening.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now,” he said in a louder voice for their audience. “I’m going to press my finger inside you.”
Sloan stood next to her shoulder. As James circled her entrance with his finger, Sloan reached over and lightly pinched her nipples. Whimpers rose from her throat.
“Her nipples are very reactive,” Sloan commented. “A beautiful color and size. Congratulations.”
It took her a moment to realize he wasn’t congratulating her.
“Thank you, doctor,” James murmured then he pressed his finger deep. She arched up with a cry, pulsing around his digit. Hell, she wanted more. Much more.
“Seems to be very reactive to me,” Sloan commented. “I need to examine her breasts thoroughly. Please let me know if her pussy reacts in any way.”
He pressed his fingers around her breasts, as though doing an exam. But it was like no exam she’d ever experienced. His fingers kept brushing against her sensitive nipples, making her moan.
“She’s pulsating around my finger,” James told him. “And she’s growing very wet.”