The Doctor's Little Girl by Alex Reynolds Page B

He popped another piece of toast out of the toaster, stuck it on a plate, and handed it to her. “Eat,” he ordered.
    Molly frowned, but sat down at the table and buttered the toast.
    “For goodness sake,” Andrew sighed to her, “it’s only a piece of toast. It’s not like I’m asking you to eat a full breakfast every day.”
    Molly giggled. “Maybe you should get up early and make me pancakes!” she suggested.
    Andrew smiled at her. “Is that what little girls like to eat for breakfast? Pancakes?”
    Molly nodded.
    “With maple syrup?” he asked.
    “No,” she corrected, “with chocolate chips!”
    Andrew marveled at what a little girl Molly actually was. He often felt a pang of sadness or melancholy when Molly showed him how sweet and innocent she was. It hurt his heart to think that no one had ever taken care of her before, but he was amazed by the fact that Molly had managed to maintain her innocence. Maybe the fact that she had been required by her circumstances to grow up so quickly had left her yearning to remain a little girl, and so part of her had never changed.
    “Hey, Molly,” Andrew asked, remembering the mail he had gotten last night. “Has anyone at work asked for my address at home?”
    Molly shook her head no. “Why do you want to know?” she wondered.
    Andrew shrugged. “I got a piece of mail last night that struck me as kind of odd, since it was work mail sent to my home address. It was probably not a big deal. Just to be clear, if anyone asks for our address here, don’t give it out. It’s not a secret or anything, I just don’t like to take work home. I don’t even have a home office at all. I like to deal with everything at the practice, okay?”
    Molly nodded.
    Andrew thought about this for a moment. “If someone does ask, don’t bite their head off, okay? I know you want to do what I tell you, but it’s perfectly acceptable to just politely decline.”
    “Yes, sir,” Molly said, looking down as if she had just been scolded.
    Andrew pulled her chin up and looked into her eyes. “What will happen to you if you’re rude to someone at work again, even if you think you’re doing the right thing, Molly?” he asked, suddenly very serious.
    Molly chewed her lip for a second. “You’ll… punish me,” she whispered.
    Andrew nodded. “That’s right. I’ll have to punish my little girl if that happens again. Do you know what I’ll do?”
    Molly shook her head no.
    “I bet you have some guesses though, don’t you?”
    She nodded, wincing at whatever she was imagining.
    “What do you think will happen if you disobey me? How do you think I’ll punish you?”
    Molly’s face turned pink again. It was almost strange to see her when she wasn’t blushing, he thought to himself with a smile.
    “I’ll get another spanking,” she muttered.
    Andrew nodded. “You’ll get at least another spanking,” he told her. “I want your imagination working on what else I might do to you if you’re naughty enough.”
    “Yes, sir,” she said.
    Andrew liked the fact that Molly called him ‘sir,’ especially because he had never directly told her that she needed to. He liked the willingness of her submission to him. It felt good to him, and it reassured him that she enjoyed their power play as much as she needed it, and as much as he did.
    “Good girl,” he said, giving her a kiss on the nose. “Now it’s off to work.” The two of them got into Andrew’s car and he pulled out of the driveway, heading for the office. They always carpooled together. It just made more sense that way.
    As they drove to work, Andrew thought about another thing that looking at the mail last night had reminded him of.
    “Molly, you need to do a change of address form, now that you’re living here,” he suggested. “I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty happy with this arrangement so far, and I don’t see any reason to change it.”
    He hoped that this wasn’t coming on too strong, but the