The Doctor Commands Obedience…

“I think you’ve needed a good spanking for a long time,” he said, his voice gravelly and low, his eyes holding hers with a relentless gaze. “You’ve needed someone to take you in hand, turn you over his lap and spank your bottom red.”

“No I haven’t,” she said, squirming. She was blushing more brightly now, avoiding his gaze by staring at his forehead instead of his eyes. She stuffed her hands beneath her butt, as if that would protect her from the spanking she knew she deserved.

“I think you have,” he drawled. “Those online rants sounded like a brat begging for someone to do something about her. Did anything happen to you, Chloe? Did you get the response you were looking for?”

“Yeah anything happened! People got mad,” Chloe exclaimed. “I fucked up my career. I had to take this movie in the middle of nowhere, but…”

“What if someone had come and taken your phone off you before any of that happened. If someone had given you a damn good thrashing after the first tweets? You think you’d be here now?”

“Well,” she shrugged. “I guess not.”

He sat up straight, put the receiver to the side and patted his lap. “Come over here, Chloe.”

“What? Why?”

“You know why.”

“Come on, Paul,” she pleaded. “Don’t do this to me.”

“Remember the rules, Chloe,” he said calmly. “The rules you agreed to when you took this movie. You’re living in my world now. You do as I tell you to.”

“But I haven’t done anything!” Her voice rose to a whine. She’d never been spanked in her life, never thought about the possibility of being spanked either. Like a lot of things, that was something that only happened to other people.

“It’s not whether you’ve done anything or not. It’s whether you do what I’m telling you to do now.”

She made a sound that was something like a whine, but was really more of a squeak. Truth be told, she couldn’t have gone over there if she’d wanted to. She was frozen with a paralyzing embarrassment which didn’t allow her to do anything other than sit there and stare at him like a deer in the headlights. It wasn’t about any desire to be a rebel anymore. It was an overload of confusion, excitement, and the sort of fear that made her clit tingle. Chloe found herself utterly mesmerized by the handsome older man who seemed so sure of himself. In that moment, the weight of his life experience, his military background, his survival skills, his undeniable authority all combined to make his presence fearfully arousing.

The moment stretched out for what seemed like an eternity before he took pity on her. Instead of repeating himself, Paul stood up then sat down on her bed next to her. He reached his large hand out to hers as he had done before, but instead of shaking it, he used his grasp to pull her over his thighs. She was so shocked by the situation that it wasn’t until she felt herself tipping over his lap that she suddenly snapped to realization and started to squirm.

“Settle down,” he said, his deep voice calming her momentarily. “You’re not in trouble. I want you to have some idea of what this feels like so you can avoid trouble later on. We both know you’re not going to find this easy, Chloe. But you need to know what you’re getting into.”

She felt his palm descend on her bottom, lightly cupping her ass. Her leggings provided very little in the way of protection. She could feel the warmth of his palm against her skin through the relatively thin fabric and wished she’d worn underwear with more coverage than a thong.

There was a brief moment in which all her attention was on his palm and the way it felt to have him touching her ass that she almost forgot what she was there for. That moment didn’t last long. His hand drew away and returned with a stinging slap.

“Ow!” She let out a cry of surprise and shock. “That hurts!”

“Spankings do hurt,” Paul said. “They’re designed to get your attention, teach you a lesson on a level you won’t forget. See, I could spend two weeks telling you what it was like out there, or telling you why it’s important you do as you’re told, but no combination of words will do for you what one good, sound spanking will.”

His palm left her bottom again and returned with a harder slap, this time delivered to her other cheek. Chloe stiffened and whimpered as the sting spread across her bottom, a hot tingling sensation that made her feel like little invisible prickles were being dragged across her butt.

“Ow! Okay! I get it!” She tried placating him. “I’ll do as you say. You don’t need to do this.”

“I do need to do this,” he replied, landing two more slaps to her now quivering butt cheeks. “Because if I ever need to discipline you for real, I want you to have had a taste of what’s coming. If I have to spank you for real, you’ll find out just how gentle this is.”

As he spoke his palm was moving from one side of her bottom to the other, slapping her cheeks with swift, stinging slaps that compounded the heat in her cheeks until she was squirming and grasping at the scratchy blanket, his leg, anything that might somehow get her off his hard lap.

She’d imagined what it would be like to be held against his body, but not this way. His thighs were two hard ridges under her soft belly, a muscular, masculine plane against which she was pinned with ease. He was so casually strong, barely exerting any effort at all to keep her in place as he spanked her butt to a toasty heat.

“Okay, Paul, I get it!”

“No you don’t,” he said calmly. “Not yet.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because you’re struggling. You’re trying to control this. You’re not understanding the message of this spanking at all, which is that I decide when you get spanked and when you don’t.” His palm cupped her bottom firmly as he leaned down, his voice gravelly in her ear. “You’re mine, Chloe. In every sense of the word. You have one choice: to obey.”

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Twenty-one-year-old actress Chloe Smyth was well on her way to being America’s next sweetheart, but then a very public, very drunk rant about some of the most important people in Hollywood left her reputation in shambles and her star power all but gone.

Desperate to get her career back on track, Chloe accepts a role in a ground-breaking film chronicling the heroics of Paul Reynolds, a stern, handsome military doctor who kept a young nurse safe while caught behind enemy lines, but it isn’t long before she regrets her failure to read the script–or even the contract itself–before she signs on to the project.

To her shock, Chloe quickly discovers that she will be required to live as her character did for several weeks of realistic training, including sleeping in a tent at night and hiking long distances each day. Most out of the ordinary of all, though, is her co-star. Rather than a pampered actor playing the male lead, it will be Paul himself, the very man who inspired the film, and he will demand the same absolute obedience from her that he did from the real-life woman he rescued.

Chloe soon learns that Paul is not a man to be trifled with, and when she whines about the harsh training and fails to do as she is told he does not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her thoroughly. More embarrassing still, he tells her in no uncertain terms that she is in desperate need of a dominant man to take control of her life. As the days pass, Paul proves more than ready to be that man, and his firm-handed discipline and masterful lovemaking leave her feeling safe and satisfied in a way she never has before, but will he still be there for her after the credits roll?

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Twenty-one-year-old actress Chloe Smyth was well on her way to being America’s next sweetheart, but then a very public, very drunk rant about some of the most important people in Hollywood left her reputation in shambles and her star power all but gone.

Desperate to get her career back on track, Chloe accepts a role in a ground-breaking film chronicling the heroics of Paul Reynolds, a stern, handsome military doctor who kept a young nurse safe while caught behind enemy lines, but it isn’t long before she regrets her failure to read the script–or even the contract itself–before she signs on to the project.

To her shock, Chloe quickly discovers that she will be required to live as her character did for several weeks of realistic training, including sleeping in a tent at night and hiking long distances each day. Most out of the ordinary of all, though, is her co-star. Rather than a pampered actor playing the male lead, it will be Paul himself, the very man who inspired the film, and he will demand the same absolute obedience from her that he did from the real-life woman he rescued.

Chloe soon learns that Paul is not a man to be trifled with, and when she whines about the harsh training and fails to do as she is told he does not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her thoroughly. More embarrassing still, he tells her in no uncertain terms that she is in desperate need of a dominant man to take control of her life. As the days pass, Paul proves more than ready to be that man, and his firm-handed discipline and masterful lovemaking leave her feeling safe and satisfied in a way she never has before, but will he still be there for her after the credits roll?

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His thighs were two hard ridges under her soft belly, a muscular, masculine plane against which she was pinned with ease. He was so casually strong, barely exerting any effort at all to keep her in place as he spanked her butt to a toasty heat.

“Okay, Paul, I get it!”

“No you don’t,” he said calmly. “Not yet.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because you’re struggling. You’re trying to control this. You’re not understanding the message of this spanking at all, which is that I decide when you get spanked and when you don’t.” His palm cupped her bottom firmly as he leaned down, his voice gravelly in her ear. “You’re mine, Chloe. In every sense of the word. You have one choice: to obey.”

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“Why are you sulking?” The toe of a dusty boot met the rump of the prisoner with relative gentleness, a nudge more than a kick.

Furious violet tinged blue eyes blazed up at the warrior in response to the stimulation of the captive’s half-covered posterior. That morning, several maidservants had painstakingly dressed Princess Nive in her best finery before she was conducted to her carriage. She was no longer wearing any of it. Upon capture she had been stripped of everything. The warrior had cut away her gown while she screamed in rage and taken every ring, necklace and jewel on her person. Now she sat in the corner of a strange room clothed in a short linen tunic and bound securely with leather straps at her ankles and wrists.

The princess was a stocky young woman with thick thighs, a powerful waist and dainty arms. Her hair was pale blonde, almost white, curling around her shoulders. She was pretty, but in that moment her face was screwed up with fierce rage which made her very unpretty.

“Die,” she hissed, flashing white teeth at her captor.

The warrior Kira laughed, a hearty, genuinely amused sound. She stood tall and broad, defying the passing of ages against all reason. Unlike her scantily clad captive, she wore full leather, her long powerful legs clad in black leggings, her upper body in a form fitting vest and matching gauntlets. Her black hair was plaited and wound around her head, her dark almond eyes focused with undeniable pleasure on her pale captive who spat so angrily and yet was so very helpless.

“This is an honor, you know,” she said with a slow smile. “Tell me your name.”

“I will tell you my name when you draw your last breath.”

“I have been attempting to draw my last breath for the better part of five hundred years,” Kira said, crouching down to inspect her prize more closely. She ran her fingers through the young woman’s blonde curls, gazed at the light dash of freckles which danced across her otherwise pale nose and cheeks. She was very pretty, appealing in a functional, furious sort of way.

“You’re a liar.”

“I so very wish I was, my dear. Now, tell me your name.”

“You know my name,” the prisoner growled.

“I want to hear you say it.”

Those eyes narrowed at her again. “Nive,” the prisoner said. “Princess Nive.”

“Well, Nive,” Kira said. “I have plans for you. If you can be a good girl, I might even untie you at some point.”

“You killed my escort,” Nive replied, a flush of emotion bringing color to her face.

“They killed themselves,” Kira replied, her dark eyes growing cold. “I told them to stand aside.”

“You killed them,” Nive repeated. “And I will kill you.”

“We’ve gotten off on the wrong foot,” Kira said calmly. “You’ll soon see that I have done you a significant favor.”

“You have done me no favor at all! I was to be married.”

“Marriage is highly overrated,” Kira said, rising smoothly to a standing position. She glanced out of the window, noting the setting of the sun. The country inn where she and her captive were staying was remote, but she was expecting a guest very soon.

Nive shuffled around to glare at her. “You are a thief and a murderer,” she said. “My father will have you hunted down. You will hang for this, if you are lucky. I think you will not be lucky. I will ask for your innards to be bared to the sky, feasted upon by birds…”

Kira cast a casual glance over at the bristling young woman. “You have a vicious mind,” she noted. “You would be wasted on marriage.”

Nive let out a string of curses which threatened to turn the air blue, her anger very much getting the better of her until Kira took hold of her, picked her up around the waist, and tossed her onto the bed face down. She flipped Nive’s tunic up to reveal a pleasantly fleshy rear upon which she laid no fewer than a dozen hard slaps of her palm.

“You will speak respectfully to me,” she said in pleasant, conversational tones while beneath her, Nive squirmed and cursed. “If you do not, I will have my way with your rear and any other part of you I find appealing.”

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About to be spanked…

Her heart is pounding. Her mouth is dry. Her hands are shaking ever so slightly as she tugs at her skirt. The hem is well below her knees, but it feels too short.

She is in trouble.

His voice is rumbling with words of censure. She’s not hearing the words, not really. She’s hearing the future in them. A future in which her bottom will blush red with the prints of his palm.

The tremor is deep inside her, a spark of mischief which is zipping about low in her belly – a tingle between her thighs that makes her press them together hard and clench the muscles in her tummy. Beneath the temporary cover of panties and skirt, the bud at the apex of her lower lips is becoming a taut little round of desire. The slight movement of the fabric between her thighs, pressing against her mound is enough to stimulate her.

He knows this.

He knows the way her hips dance in a slow squirm under his hard gaze. He has seen it many times before. He knows the clipped, stern words he is speaking are not making her sorry for what she’s done. She is not apologetic. She does not regret her actions. She is relishing her disobedience in this extended moment of disciplinary tension, a reprieve before the storm which will turn her into a wailing, writhing woman over his broad lap. Tears will fall before he is done with her. She will beg for forgiveness – and find it. But all of that is yet to come.

Her breath catches in her throat as he reaches out, his large hand capturing hers. He pulls her down over his thighs, her skirt sliding up vulnerable thighs, his palm laying across the back of her skirt.

The spanking is about to begin…

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The next thing Milo was aware of was waking up to the morning light with Elizabeth laying atop him, her slim fingers playing over the muscles of his chest. There was a look in her eye which Milo did not quite trust. His instinct was proved correct when she opened her mouth.

“You know he’s going to kill you.”

“Is that so?” Milo responded to the comment without fear. His cock was stiffening between his thighs again. He slid it casually between her pussy lips, sinking himself deep inside her naughty little cunt. If he was going to listen to her plot against the alliance, he may as well sate himself.

She let out a little gasp as she was penetrated yet again, almost distracted enough to stop talking as he held her buttocks and rocked his hips up and down to sluice his cock in and out of her tight, wet slit.

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