“I’ve been here for almost two hours,” Alyssa said, ignoring his question. “All I need is a stitch or two and for some reason, you people seem to think that everyone else’s world stops the moment they walk through the doors of this place. Well, newsflash, it doesn’t! I have work to do, and unlike you lot, I actually intend on doing it.”
She had not intended to unload on the handsome doctor in quite so spectacular a fashion, but a certain amount of drama came naturally to Alyssa, and her frustration levels had reached an all-time high. It didn’t help that she was hungry and hurt.
Dr. Wright put his hand on her shoulder, and for a moment she thought he was actually going to treat her. Instead, he bought his other hand down in a sweeping swat that culminated in a harsh connection with her rear.
“Ow!” She squealed in outrage, surprise, and discomfort. “What the hell was that?”
She put her hand to her bottom and glared at him, entirely outraged by his nerve. He’d slapped her backside as if she were… well, she didn’t know what she would had to have been to make that okay. His possession in some age long past, perhaps. Certainly not a modern woman who expected to be treated like an equal. Certainly not a patient.
“Spread your legs a little.”
The order was gruff, almost sexual.
“I need to take your temperature.” He put his hand on the back of her shoulders and gently pressed her face and upper body toward the bed. She felt him tug her panties down to her thighs and a second later she was left with her bare bottom exposed to the stern doctor who seemed to have no qualms about treating her like a naughty girl. Keep reading…
OTK. Alyssa wondered what that meant. Hopefully it meant they were hurrying things up to get her out of there. At least a doctor had finally been called, someone who might have the authority and expertise to get her Frankensteined back together. The cut was probably going to scar, knowing her luck.
Sitting on the bed, she looked morosely at the curtain, willing the doctor to get there already. A second later, her prayer was answered. The curtain twitched open and a tall man in his mid-forties with dark hair graying at the temples and looks more appropriate to your average movie star, or at least day time TV star came striding in.
He was good looking, and not in a ‘oh he’s a doctor’ way which made every man in a white coat more attractive, but on his own, would have looked good in a seedy alley handsome. He had strong features, wide intelligent eyes set above a long, straight nose. His mouth was also wide, but his lips were thinned from being pressed together. His cheekbones were high and his chin was narrow, giving him a somewhat hawkish appearance. Alyssa got the feeling that Dr Wright didn’t miss much, his stare was so penetrating that it threw her off for a minute, made her forget her impatience.
“What’s the problem here?” His tone strongly suggested that he wasn’t going to tolerate the problem, whatever it was.
“The problem is there’s a hole in my leg and they keep messing with other parts of me,” Alyssa said. “I just want the leg fixed. You got a sewing kit or something? I’ll do it myself.”
He gave her a long look. The longest anyone had given her since coming in. Everyone else had been too busy to give her much more than a cursory glance. Now she thought about it, it wasn’t really a look so much, as a withering stare.
“Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” Alyssa snapped. “My name is Alyssa. I’m not Ma’am or any other generic term you people use when you’re trying to shove patients through in a production line. My name is Alyssa,” she repeated, speaking slowly as if he were a simpleton. “There’s a hole in my leg, and if you won’t stitch it up, then I’ll leave and find someone else who will.”
“Mhm.” Dr Wright’s look had not lost any of its intensity. He probably wasn’t used to patients laying down the law. Most women probably swooned at his chiseled good looks and the way that dark lock of hair nearly fell into his eye, like a lop sided Superman. “Slide down off the bed for me, please, then turn around and put your hands on the mattress.”
Alyssa gave him a suspicious look before complying, but she did as he’d asked. Once in position, he lifted the hem of her hospital gown slightly, pulled back the tape and gauze covering the cut and nodded. “Three or four stitches, likely. You’ll be given them after the nurse takes your blood pressure, gets a sample of blood and gives you a tetanus shot.”
It was the first time he’d used her name. His deep baritone sent shivers through her belly, made her feel as though there were some personal connection between them even though they’d only just met.
“… you need to settle down and do as you’re told.”
The sentence simultaneously excited and annoyed her. Who was he to tell her to do as she was told?
“This is a hospital,” she informed the doctor, “and whether you like it or not, you’re in the service industry. So you might want to dial back the unwanted medical procedures and try following my instructions.”
Doctor Wright looked down at her, unmoved and thoroughly unimpressed. Alyssa did not have time for the battle of wills they were engaging in. The day was slipping through her fingers.
“Is this how you normally speak to people from whom you need help?”
“Oh for god’s sake, you probably deal with junkies and gang members half the time,” Alyssa snapped. “I’m sure you’ve heard worse than a reminder that the patient is in control.”
His lip twitched. “You’re in control, are you?”
“I’ve been here for almost two hours,” Alyssa said, ignoring his question. “All I need is a stitch or two and for some reason, you people seem to think that everyone else’s world stops the moment they walk through the doors of this place, well, newsflash, it doesn’t! I have work to do, and unlike you lot, I actually intend on doing it.”
She did not intend to unload on the handsome doctor in quite so spectacular a fashion, but a certain amount of drama came naturally to Alyssa, and her frustration levels had reached an all time high. It didn’t help that she was hungry and hurt.
Dr Wright put his hand on her shoulder, and for a moment she thought he was actually going to treat her. Instead, he bought his other hand down in a sweeping swat which culminated in a harsh connection with her rear.
Upon arriving at Memorial General Hospital for treatment following a minor bicycle accident, twenty-six-year-old lawyer Alyssa Winters quickly becomes frustrated at wasting so many billable hours. Ignoring her complaints, Dr. Chase Wright—without a doubt the most handsome doctor Alyssa has ever seen—informs her that he will be personally seeing to her care and he expects her to do as she is told.
Chase asserts his authority immediately and Alyssa is soon blushing red as her temperature is taken the old-fashioned way. More shameful still, when she disobeys his instructions she finds herself over his knee for a sound spanking. Worst of all, after he learns that she’s never visited a gynecologist in her life, his subsequent examination results in the most embarrassing display of arousal she has ever experienced.
Even after leaving the hospital, Alyssa discovers that her ordeal isn’t over. Her firm has assigned her a new client, and that client is none other than Dr. Chase Wright. But how can she work with a gorgeous man who seems to fully understand that underneath her abrasive exterior, she just wants him to take control, spank her bare bottom when she gets out of hand, and then have her any way he wants her?
“Off to the cells with you, my girl,” he said, giving her a little nudge forward.
“Good,” she replied. “I needed a break from this place anyway.”
“Oh really?” His reply was as calm and falsely cheerful as her statement. “Well, we have a range of fine penal institutions spread across the country. I can arrange a stay for you in any one of them.”
“Penal institutions are probably the closest you get to anything penile,” Lily muttered under her breath.
“I heard that,” he said, sounding almost amused. “That sort of talk will get your butt tanned before we get to the station.”
“Because putting innocent people in cuffs isn’t enough humiliation for you,” she argued over her shoulder.
“You’re not innocent,” he reminded her, giving her a swat. “Get moving.”
The sting in her butt sparked her temper and made her do the worst thing anyone in handcuffs can ever do—she kicked the officer holding her. Immediately braced for retaliation, Lily waited for the beating to start. It didn’t. Instead she was swept off her feet entirely and only came down once the cop sat down on her sofa and put her over his thigh. Without any further discussion, he started spanking her bottom hard and fast. It sounded like a thunderstorm in her apartment, slaps falling like torrential rain. The cuffs kept her from protecting her bottom, so she was completely helpless as his palm punished her.
“You’ve been getting away with being on the wrong side of the law for a long time, but that run is over, young lady,” he lectured. “I’m taking you in, and no tantrum is going to stop me.”
Lily’s reply was caustic and filled with curse words which didn’t rise to the level of sense. She was outraged in the extreme. How dare he! “You’re not allowed to hit people!” She screeched the objection at the top of her lungs. “You’re breaking the law too!”
“There’s no law against giving a girl a spanking when she needs one.”
“Yes, there fucking is!”
“Not in my book,” he replied, whacking her bottom with resounding slaps. “And that’s the only one that matters right now, wouldn’t you say?”
He’s a cop… she’s a criminal… and they’re both in a whole lot of trouble.
“Yes, ma’am,” the man drawled. “Me. I think we ought to go upstairs, quickly, before any of your associates happen to see what’s going on.”
“I think you ought to get in your car and leave.”
“Not happening,” he said, taking her by the upper arm. “Move.”
There was no way in hell Lily was going to allow him into her home. She did not have much at her disposal in the way of self-defense, but she knew how to execute a flawless shot to the groin. Her knee was in motion the moment he touched her, flying with precision towards the most sensitive and prized part of his anatomy.
If she had performed the action against any other man, it would have worked flawlessly, but this one moved quick as a snake, blocking her knee and twisting her around so that she was facing away from his body.
“No you don’t,” he murmured in her ear. “Just do as you’re told and nobody gets hurt.” He emphasized his point by slapping her bottom—hard. The slap sounded like a gunshot in the alley and was followed by an involuntary cry of complaint which she knew nobody was going to investigate.
The promise that nobody would be hurt had already been broken as far as she was concerned. If this was to be the end of things, she would not go quietly into the night, or into her apartment as the case might be. She lifted her foot and kicked him in the shin. “Get the hell off me!”
“Settle down,” he growled. “I’m a police officer.”
“And I’m a fucking nun,” she swore, now quite terrified.
“If I was going to hurt you, I would have done it by now. Stop making this dangerous for the both of us and get your butt upstairs.”
There was authority in his tone which made her feel he was probably telling the truth. Only a police officer would be arrogant enough to order someone around the way he was doing. A criminal would have been either more aggressive or much nicer about the whole thing.
“Go.” His palm landed hard across her bottom cheeks again.
Lily made her way reluctantly back into the bar and up the stairs to her apartment with the officer at her heels. This was bad. This was very, very bad. Her bottom was tingling, along with her sense of danger. Trouble was in the air, thick as smoke and twice as bitter.
Lily Brannigan is fed up with running a seedy bar just to make ends meet while trying to ignore the smuggling ring her criminal family runs out of her place of business, but she’s no snitch, and when detective Gareth Knight shows up and starts asking questions, he gets no answers. Cop or not, though, Gareth is strong, handsome, and bossy in a way that makes her melt, and it isn’t long before Lily gives in to her body’s demands.
Gareth is not a man to be trifled with, and he informs Lily in no uncertain terms that he intends to be around until this case is over. He’ll be making sure she takes care of herself—something Lily hasn’t been doing for years—and when her behavior puts her safety at risk, he has no qualms about taking her over his knee, baring her bottom, and spanking her long and hard.
The walls around Lily’s heart begin to crack as Gareth’s attention and care make her feel loved for the first time in ages. His skilled, dominant love-making leaves her begging for more, but if her bosses realizes she’s bedding a cop her life will be in grave danger. Can she trust Gareth to keep her safe, or is she just a means to an end?
Wrangling her with one hand, he used the other to snap a collar around her neck. She squirmed and thrashed about like a fish out of water, fighting for her dignity as much as her freedom. He was secretly sorry he had to deprive her of both, but she was so defiant and resistant to good sense there was no other way of handling her. As she wriggled, he snapped a leash to the collar, getting her under effective control.
“Let. Me. Go!” She grasped the collar with both hands and tried to wrench it off her neck. It was a futile struggle, one that brought her to her knees. William did nothing but hold the leash as she thrashed around before inevitably tiring herself out in a fit of rebellion.
Finally she sat on the ground, panting angrily and staring up at him with an expression of pure venom. He could not help but smile. She was adorable, all the more so for the fact she didn’t mean to be. He admired her spirit. She would be a fine hunter’s pet once her training was complete. He could have taken her to the market and sold her for a thousand credits then and there. In six months, she’d be worth ten times that amount.
“We’re going to my home,” he told her. “It’s a secure compound on the west side of town. You’ll be well taken care of there. Unless you want to be dragged through the streets on this leash, I recommend you step inside the crate.”
“No,” she snarled.
He was really going to have to work on her obedience.
“Won’t go into the crate and won’t walk on the leash? That means I’m left with one option.”
“Beat me until I bleed, I will not do as you say.”
He leaned down. “I’m not planning on beating you just yet,” he said, hauling her up to her feet.
She bit him. Hard. A ring of teeth blossomed on his hand, followed by seeping blood from where her canines had made contact. Fortunately William had gotten all his shots before leaving on his hunting trip, including one that would protect him from the virulent flora in her mouth.
“We do not bite,” he said mildly, sitting on the crate. It was made of solid material and was strong enough to take both his weight and the weight of the spitting wild thing he pulled over his thighs. She was not wearing much in the way of clothing, which made his job easier. Her simple tunic looked like a very old t-shirt. Perhaps it had been colored once, now it was gray and mottled with dirt and grime. There was not much in the way of soap in the wilds. The tunic did not cover much of her body, and it covered even less when she was bent over in a prone position. The bare cheeks of her buttocks were vulnerable to his gaze and his palm as he began spanking her with a steady, measured pace designed to make a statement.
She yowled under his palm, but he was not sure whether that was from pain, anger, or frustration. He strongly suspected it was the latter two. He was not striking her with a hard enough force to genuinely produce the cacophony of noise that escaped her lips. Some of the sounds were not quite human, some were trills and growls, emulations of the natural world.
“If you act out, you’ll be punished. If you are violent, you can expect to have a very sore bottom.” He emphasized the point with a harder slap that made both her cheeks jiggle as his hand caught them in its sweeping path. She had a very nice body, toned and shaped from running wild, but with ample curves. Two of those curves were the unwilling recipients of some much needed discipline, turning pink with the continued application of his palm.
Sarah has lived her life in the wild lands, far from the city-dwellers who regard her as little more than an animal. Making use of her quick wits and the natural camouflage provided by a rare mutation, she has avoided being claimed as some hunter’s pet… until now.
For a man who must venture into the wilds to bring home food for the people of his city, acquiring the right hunting pet can be the difference between life and death. From the moment William laid eyes on Sarah he knew the beautiful green-haired creature was the only pet he would ever want, but training her will prove far more challenging than he could have ever imagined.
William feeds, bathes, and cares for the new pet he has captured, doing his best to win Sarah over with kindness, but when her defiance continues he must resort to more forceful measures and at last he spanks her bare bottom long and hard. Punishing Sarah earns him only a temporary respite from her rebelliousness, but even as her continued defiance drives him to his wits end William knows she is quickly becoming much more to him than just a pet.
To her surprise, living in William’s house brings Sarah a peace she never felt while running wild in the forest. When he teaches her both how a good pet should please her master and how a skilled man can please a woman, she cannot help but yearn for more. But when tragedy strikes and Sarah and William must leave civilization behind, will she stay by her new master’s side?
Looking down, Eden realized she was naked. “What the hell is going on?”
“Training,” Mixer’s voice rumbled through her mind. She turned and saw him standing beside her. He was naked from the waist up, his broad torso all smooth muscle and black curling hair.
“What… what sort of training? And why aren’t I wearing any clothes?”
Solving the problem even as she asked the question, Eden reached for a nearby tapestry, tugged it off the wall and wrapped it around herself.
“You don’t need clothes,” Mixer said simply. “But don’t worry. I don’t intend to ravage you. This is obedience training. In this simulation, you’ll learn how to do as you are told when you’re told.”
Eden didn’t think so.
“We will start with a few positions,” he said. “On your knees.”
“You have got to be kidding… hey!”
Mixer crossed the space between them, pulled the tapestry away from her with a rough tug and tossed it away. “On your knees, wench.”
“Sheesh,” Eden grumbled. “Role play might be your thing, but it’s not mine.”
It was inevitable that he would swat her, and he did. He took a very firm hold of her arm, swung her around and smacked her toward the bed until she climbed up on it in an attempt to escape the stinging blows.
“Disobedience earns punishment,” Mixed growled. “Obedience earns reward. You’re half kneeling now anyway. Want to see what happens when you do what you’re asked?”
She was curious, and he was right. She was kneeling really, all she had to do was sit back against her haunches, which she did.
He smiled. To her surprise, he looked very handsome when he smiled. Rakish, almost. “Good girl,” he praised.
She was about to ask what her reward would be when he wrapped his hand softly around the back of her thigh and drew it up toward her bottom. His long fingers teased up the inside of her leg, drawing closer to the apex of her thighs where her quivering pussy was anticipating his touch.