Ever wonder if your medical professional might be proficient in the use of herbal remedies? Doctor Knows Best’s hero Dr Steven Foster sure is…
He left for a moment, coming back with something in his hand. Laura didn’t see what it was, but she didn’t give it a second thought either. She was distracted by his tall, handsome, unfortunately fully clothed form as he sat on her comforter and drew her down over his thighs.
It was a position for punishment, but she was not worried about that. The mood was not punitive. It was sensual and soft. She lay across his lap, stretched out on the bed, and let his hands trace over her back, bottom, and thighs for long minutes before focusing on her bottom, swatting her lightly and urging her thighs apart a little.
There was lubricant, gentle dollops that fell against her bottom hole. He was returning there once more and she did not mind in the least. She moaned softly as his finger roamed back and forth along the crevice of her bottom, the lubricant making its journey slick and easy as he began to circle the tip of his finger at that most sensitive apex of her being.
Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out the ginger, making sure she saw it. She had watched him peel and shape it before dinner, but she still did not put two and two together until he explained his plans.
“This ginger goes into your bottom,” he said. “It’s going to feel hot and it’s going to sting, and you’re going to know why being a little smart mouth is a very bad idea.”
Laura gasped and squirmed at the idea. He continued to hold her cheeks apart, her anus exposed to his gaze and his fingers.
“I warned you, Laura,” he said softly. “All the while you were thinking you were so cute, this was waiting for you.”
“But that’s not fair!”
“Of course it’s fair,” he replied, warmth in his voice even as the tip of the peeled root began to press against her bottom hole. He had prepared her with the utmost care, but as the ginger began to sink inside her it brought with it a curious warmth that only grew. Steven slid it three or so inches inside her and settled the thicker part of the root against her sphincter. Laura whimpered and squirmed, not because it was too big. It was barely thicker or longer than his finger, but unlike his finger, it brought with it a tingling heat.
“You know, they used to use this as a punishment for wayward female slaves in ancient Greece,” he said conversationally as Laura gasped. “They would strap the young lady in place and insert one of these in her bottom until she saw the error of her ways. It’s the essential oils that impart that heat you’re feeling.”
“Steven!” Laura gasped his name as her bottom began to burn most intensely. The ginger had only been in for thirty seconds or so, but it was already beginning to sting more than she had imagined.
He chuckled and patted her cheek lightly. “Don’t worry, this is just a taste.” He pressed the ginger in a little deeper, slowly fucking her with the hot root. Laura whimpered and squirmed, feeling very sorry for her earlier taunting. She had never imagined he would come up with such an inventive punishment, and she had certainly never imagined that an innocuous little root could create such havoc.