The Doctor's Little Girl by Alex Reynolds Page A

Dr. Andrew responded by firmly gripping the back of her neck with his left hand and continuing to spank her in the way she loved, clearly not satisfied with simply making her cum once. His firm grip made her even hornier, if that was possible. He leaned over and spoke close to her face, which was scrunched up in a mask of pleasure.
    “You’re going to cum again for me, little girl, aren’t you?” he insisted, his words clearly a command.
    “Yessss, ssssiiiiirrrr,” Molly hissed through her teeth, as her sexual bliss made it hard for her to move her mouth, to control the sounds that came out of her.
    “Good girl,” Andrew praised, tightening his grip. His hand there made her feel so controlled, like she was subject to only his will in that very moment. And his will was for her to cum again. As his hand collided with a dull, popping thump against her, she felt electricity shoot through her body again, a surge of bliss running to her head and making her heart thump, shocks going off in her feet. She bit the pillow to keep from screaming in ecstasy. Just as it was becoming too much for her to take, Andrew stopped.
    “Very good girl,” he praised, releasing his tight grip on her to stroke her hair as she panted over his lap, spent and exhausted.
     
    * * *
     
    After tucking Molly in and kissing her goodnight, Andrew had gone downstairs. He hadn’t expected things to take such a sexual turn tonight, but, as he had said, he wanted to give Molly what she needed and to let her have some release. He had thought this would come from a hard, emotionally purging spanking, complete with plenty of tears. But if what Molly needed was a couple of intense orgasms and the feeling of being touched to gain her release, who was he to deny her?
    He went to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water from the filtering pitcher in the refrigerator, then went to take a look at the mail that Molly had left for him on the coffee table. He opened it piece by piece, getting the usual stuff: a water bill, a ‘Thinking of you!’ card from his mother, a couple of advertising fliers, and then a white envelope.
    Without inspecting it too closely he ripped it open and pulled out the paper. It was a note from Marcel, the Mialis rep who he had met with the other day, thanking him for the visit. Andrew crumpled it and set it aside, then looked at the last couple of items. A strange thought struck him: how had Marcel learned his home address? Andrew didn’t like mixing business life and home life, and he didn’t usually get any mail about his practice at his house. He found the fact that he had gotten this letter a bit unsettling. Of course it was silly to worry about it, but something about it made him feel uneasy. He wondered what other information Marcel might have found in his ‘research.’
    The next morning, Molly got up bright and early and came downstairs dressed and ready to go before Andrew even went up to call her. Obviously, early bedtimes were working for her.
    “Good morning, princess,” he said to her as he buttered a piece of toast. “You want something to eat?”
    Molly shook her head. “Just coffee,” she said, going right to the pot. Andrew frowned.
    “Coffee isn’t really breakfast, Molly, you know this,” he started.
    Molly scrunched up her face at him. “It’s not a big deal, I’ve done it for years.”
    Andrew sighed. “Molly, I’m a doctor and I think that makes me know better than you what is and isn’t good for your health.” He thought about how receptive Molly had been to his taking care of her last night, then added, “You’re lucky that I let a little girl like you drink coffee at all. That’s for grownups, isn’t it?”
    Molly pouted. “But I’ve always had coffee! You’re not going to take it away, are you?” She looked at him with pleading eyes.
    Andrew found the display cute. “No, I’m not going to take your coffee away, but you are not to drink it on an empty stomach. Too much acid.”