Little Lucy and the Doctor Page 3

  "Ah." Realisation dawned. "I'm beginning to understand. You tell him about all your little slip-ups and he spanks you to remind you to do better."

  "Yep, that's it. And - even when I haven't done anything wrong ... I sometimes pretend that I have," she gushed, and then blushed furiously.

  Simon was glad he was wearing his white coat because his cock was beginning to bulge at the thought of Lucy getting spanked. Yet at the same time, he had to admit, he was somewhat miffed that this fishy Mr Petrakis had got in on the act. Yes, it's a shame about that. He should stick to selling fish and leave the spanking to me. He gave Lucy an intense stare, which she responded to by blushing again and fidgeting with her fingers.

  "Well then, maybe in future I shall have you tell ME about any mistakes you make at work," he said lightly, still holding her in his gaze.

  "Ohhhh." Her chest heaved as though she was panting from exertion. "Does that mean that you'll spank me instead?" Before he had chance to think up a suitably cagey response, she continued, her excitement mounting. "Because if that's the case, I'd like that. You'd be a far better Daddy than Mr Petrakis is."

  "You call him Daddy?"

  "Uh huh." She stuck a finger in her mouth and began biting her nails.

  "Stop fidgeting, Lucy."

  She complied immediately, with a, "Yes sir."

  Simon was intrigued. "And whose idea was it to all him Daddy?"

  "Um. Mine. But he doesn't mind at all."

  Yeah, I bet he doesn't.

  "In fact, he likes it."

  Yeah, I can believe that.

  "He knows I like play acting, see."

  "So you're telling me you role play with him? He's your Daddy, and you're his little girl?"

  "Yes! How did you guess?!"

  Simon smiled wolfishly, but he wasn't about to tell her that he too enjoyed a spot of role play ... not yet anyway.

  "Just intuition," he quipped.

  "I've never told anyone that before, but you're so easy to talk to. And ..."

  "And?"

  But this time she wouldn't answer. She couldn't answer. How could she possibly tell him she thought he was the sexiest, loveliest, man alive? The thought of being spanked by him on her bare bottom thrilled her to the core. The thought of being naked in bed with him, those big hands of his stroking her all over was so deliciously yummy she could hardly breathe. The thought of him being her Daddy and playing games with her was just too exquisite to even contemplate. And even if none of those things ever happened, she would be content to obey him, to listen to his deep chocolatey voice and watch his eyes twinkle when they looked at her in a certain way, as though he understood exactly what she was thinking at any given time. She shivered, but not with cold.

  Simon exhaled and regarded her through narrowed eyes. It was with an effort and some degree of reluctance that he steered the conversation in a more professional direction.

  "Well now, that's all very interesting but it will have to wait. My first patient is due in ten minutes. Are you all clear on your duties? Any questions?"

  "Yes, I think I know what I'm doing, thanks. Courteous, polite and efficient is my mantra. Oh - what do we do for lunch? Is there a staff canteen?"

  "No, I'm afraid not. You'll find a coffee machine and water cooler in the waiting room, but there's a good sandwich bar across the road, and a pub further along which serves hot and cold food throughout the day.

  "Is that where you go for lunch?"

  "No. A quick sandwich is all I tend to bother with."

  "Then I'll pick one up for you. What would you like?"

  "That would be great. Chicken salad on brown please, and a bottle of fresh orange juice." He smiled as she wrote down his order in her notebook. "And you just be careful tottering across the road on those heels, or you might find yourself on the bed in my consulting room after all." Oh damn - I shouldn't have said that.

  "I'll be careful," she said with a grin, as the thought of him examining her made her all squirmy.

  The squirmy feeling fuelled her fantasies and remained with her all morning, and it was very, very pleasant. There were no patient's booked in between 12 and 1, so Lucy collected lunch and took Simon's in to him. He was busy writing up a few notes and looked up as she entered the room.

  "Ah. Lunch time already? I'm starving. There's a small staff room you can eat in if you wish - or you can eat in here with me." He watched as her face brightened at the invitation.

  "Great, I'll do that. I'll just go get my lunch." She returned a few minutes later with a smoked salmon and cream cheese bagel.

  "Hey that looks good." Simon eyed it with interest. "I wish I'd ordered one of those now."

  "Want to swap?" She held out the bag.

  "No, no. I'm fine." He was touched at her desire to please. "I'll get one tomorrow instead. So - is everything going well? Any problems or questions?"

  "Everything's fine thanks." She took a large bite of her bagel. "I'm enjoying being on reception," she said as she chewed.

  "That's good to hear. There are more appointments scheduled for tomorrow, so you'll be busier."

  "I don't mind that. It's better than sitting around with not enough to do."

  They talked, just little inconsequential things, yet Simon enjoyed her company immensely. He found himself drinking her in. She was pretty - very pretty, and today she had made an effort not only with her wardrobe but with her make up too. She wore a pink shimmer lipstick, and the lightest touch of foundation and blusher which accentuated her high cheek bones. Her big eyes looked even more pronounced with a subtle coating of an earthy-brown eye-shadow and her long lashes curled with an upward sweep of black mascara. Yet even with her sophisticated look, she still appeared younger than her years, and although he found her undeniably sexy, her almost child-like innocence was still apparent in her gestures (she had a habit of waving her hands wildly when she was excited about something), her infectious giggle, her propensity to chatter endlessly about her collection of stuffies and the new Little Mermaid wallpaper she had bought to redecorate her bedroom, and her sheer exuberance.

  Lunch was all too quickly over and they both returned to work. Simon came out of his consulting room shortly before 5pm.

  "I'm running over by 40 minutes or so Lucy, so off you go home, and I'll see you tomorrow."

  "Oh. I can stay if you need me for anything." It was an innocent enough remark, but her eyes glinted, and he wondered if she had deliberately made a double entendre.

  "Thanks, but it's fine. Thanks for today," he added, keen not to make her feel rebuffed.

  "You're welcome. It was fun." She smiled and got her things together, turning at the door to give him a friendly wave and another smile.

  He reciprocated. Lucy Peters had really got under his skin, and it was a good feeling.

  ---oOo---

  Friday was busy. Lucy coped just fine with the administrative tasks. Simon thought she looked really sweet in her outfit - an above the knee black pleated skirt, topped with a pink blouse with white spots, and a pretty white cardigan. Today she wore her hair in a pony tail, tied with a bright pink ribbon.

  They ate lunch together again. True to his word, Simon devoured a salmon and cream cheese bagel, and Lucy munched her way through a cheese pasty, sending a shower of puff pastry crumbs all over Simon's desk.

  "Hey! You messy girl. Get that cleared up before my next patient arrives!"

  "Ooops, sorry." She giggled as she gathered up all the crumbs and deposited them in the waste paper basket.

  It was on the tip of Simon's tongue to ask her if she intended telling Mr Petrakis, so that he could spank her naughty bottom. He held back for two reasons: firstly there was only another five minutes before his next patient, and secondly, the idea of Mr Petrakis spanking Lucy's bottom was beginning to irk him.

  The remainder of the afternoon passed quickly and Simon was keen to ensure he didn't run late because the first Friday of every month was one of the nights he attended his regular BDSM/feti
sh club. Given his professional standing, he had taken great pains to be circumspect about his kinky interests, to the extent that he didn't go to the nearest club, but opted to drive thirty miles to the next city where the chances of him being recognised would be slim.

  "We need to close at 5pm on the dot," he told Lucy."

  "Ok. Are you off out?"

  "Yep. I'm meeting up with a few friends." Well it wasn't exactly a lie.

  "Great. Are you going anywhere nice?"

  "Just the regular haunts," he said evasively. "Must dash home and take a quick shower. Have a great weekend, Lucy."

  "Thanks. You too," she said, and although she smiled her tone was wistful.

  Simon felt a pang of guilt. Clearly she had expected a bit of a chat but he had no time for her right now. Well, it couldn't be helped. He held open the clinic door and saw her to her car, giving her a wave.

  "See you at the hospital on Monday. Bye, Lucy."

  "Sure. Bye, Simon. Have fun."

  ---oOo---

  Simon arrived at The Tainted Gardens just after 8.30pm to find the place already half full. These monthly members-only events were popular and a good opportunity for socialising with like-minded people as well as participating in play. He made his way to the bar and ordered a soft drink, before moving to the seating area where he deposited his toy bag on the floor and stretched out his long legs. Like most of the other male dominants, he wore black - t-shirt and jeans and a leather waistcoat. He looked sexy as hell and it wasn't long before he was surrounded by several of his favourite submissive play-partners, all eager to taste the varied implements he had in his bag. Here, he was known as Sir Tristan. Not one of them knew his real name and he intended to keep it that way.

  He relaxed, catching up on the news, then tactfully withdrew from the fawning women so that he could talk with two male friends he had built up a close relationship with. They were Nigel, the dungeon master, who had also been at medical school with Simon more years back than they cared to remember, and Roger, an engineer who was also a skilled Shibari practitioner and a thoroughly good guy. The three of them engaged in conversation for about fifteen minutes, then Nigel had to leave to attend to his duties.

  "Are you still seeing Maryanne?" enquired Simon.

  "Yeah." Roger nodded. "It's been six months now and it's going well. She won't be here tonight though, it's her mother's birthday and she's involved with family stuff. How about you? Are you seeing anyone?"

  "I play with a few of the girls here as you know, but there's no one special ... yet."

  "Uh huh. Yet. So there might be soon? It's about time, mate. You work too hard. Need to let your hair down while you still have it."

  Simon laughed. "Yeah well, there's always work. You know how it is." Roger nodded. "I never get involved with anyone at work, but I have this dizzy new temp from the agency..."

  "Ah. Thinking of abandoning your rule, are you? What's she like?"

  "She's a natural submissive, shit hot in a little girl sort of way. She's 24 but looks younger. Too young for me probably."

  "That shouldn't be an issue. The subbies go for us older guys. I'm 15 years older than Maryanne."

  "And I'm 22 years older than Lucy."

  "So what? Go for it. Have you asked her out?"

  "Not yet. I'm still thinking about it."

  "And does she share our kink?"

  "To some extent, yes. She's admitted she gets spanked - engineers it sometimes, the little minx. But how far her interests extend beyond that I've no idea. However, I wanted to talk to you because last year you were involved with that little girl-woman... what was her name - Rebecca?"

  "Becky. Yeah, she was a cute 26 year-old into ageplay."

  Simon nodded. "That's what I want to talk to you about. Lucy has this friend, the one who spanks her - he's some Greek guy she's asked to be her Daddy. As far as I can determine, it isn't a sexual relationship, but it's clear to me both from her reactions and from what she's let slip, that she'd be perfect for participating in an ageplay relationship with elements of kink thrown in to the mix. So - got any tips?"

  "Hell yeah," enthused Roger. "I'll get us another drink and we'll talk."

  And talk they did - for almost two hours. At the end of it, Roger went off to demonstrate his Box-tie Shibari technique to a group of interested observers, leaving Simon to seek out available play partners.

  Simon wandered round the huge expanse of floor space which was littered with various pieces of equipment, all occupied by enthusiastic practitioners. Naked flesh was in abundance, and the sounds of crops, canes, whips and hands meeting flesh filled the room. He found Carla sitting quietly, mesmerized by a naked woman dangling in chains, her arms raised high, her feet apart as her Dom expertly wielded a riding crop on her bottom and upper thighs. And what a bottom it was - very wide and full and bouncy - quite out of proportion with the rest of her body which was of more modest proportions. Not that it mattered - people of all shapes and sizes came here to enjoy themselves, and although the woman in question was whimpering and yelping, she was also highly aroused as evidenced by her swollen nipples and the faint silver secretions lacing the top of her ample thighs.

  "Carla."

  She whirled round immediately. "Sir!" she exclaimed. "Hi."

  "Hi yourself." He smiled and sat down beside her. "Enjoying the spectacle?"

  "Hell yeah - and so is she."

  "I can see that." Simon chuckled.

  "Have you come to play?" asked Carla hopefully.

  "Of course. I have my bag of tricks." He indicated his toy bag.

  "Oh - can I choose? Please sir?"

  "No you may not," he said, his eyes twinkling. "I do the choosing. Up you get, madam, I spy a vacant bench."

  Carla got to her feet in an instant. She loved playing with Sir Tristan. He was gorgeous and really nice; caring and firm yet without a trace of arrogance unlike some of the other dominants in the club. Simon led the way towards the bench. It had a welded tubular steel frame upholstered with faux leather.

  "Get yourself into position Carla. I want you to be comfortable - at least to start with."

  Simon grinned and patted the top of the padded bench. He watched Carla scramble onto it then he raised the mid abdomen support so as to adjust the height of the spankees rear end, to elevate it nicely. She was wearing a burgundy corset top with a short black skirt. He flipped up the skirt, revealing her bare bottom.

  "What - no panties? That gets you extra, young lady."

  Carla giggled. "I was wearing them to start with, but I kicked them off when someone was spanking me, and now I've lost them."

  "Tsk, you bad girl. Time for a dose of the tawse on that naughty bottom I think." He reached down into his bag and retrieved a two-tailed tawse. Holding it in his right hand, he briefly stroked Carla's soft curves with his left. Her bottom was deep pink; she'd been warmed up already. "Do you want marks?"

  "Yes sir. Please," whispered Carla.

  Simon knew she liked it hard, and without further preamble he stepped back, raised his arm, and brought it down with moderate force across the rounded cheeks of her bottom.

  Carla exhaled. The first stroke wasn't too bad. Nor the second. The stinging burn started on the third. She yelped, swaying her bottom from side to side as though to try and dispel the pain.

  Simon gave her another four strokes, two on each cheek. "Colouring up nicely now."

  "Yes sir. I can take more."

  "I know." He began in earnest, raining down a line of fire.

  Carla squirmed as a fierce pain cut into her. She remained stoically silent for as long as she could, and then as the tawse painted red stripes on her quivering cheeks she shrieked and wriggled.

  "Six more, Carla." He pounded her buttocks left, right and centre, then paused to admire his handiwork. She wanted marks and she had got them, nothing severe, but she would no doubt be tender the next day. He ran his hand over the inflamed flesh. And then he thought of Lucy.

  Lucy. The image
of her filled his mind. He put down the tawse and gave Carla a playful slap. "You can rub now."

  "Ouch." Carla winced, but smiled at the same time. "Thank you. That was great. What next?" She eyed Simon's toy bag.

  "Nothing I'm afraid. I have to get going." It was a lie. He didn't have to rush off, he just felt weird as he realised he would rather be playing with Lucy, and that realisation dampened his enthusiasm for topping Carla, effectively taking the edge off his enjoyment. "But there's Greg." He indicated a stocky man in his thirties leaning back against the wall. "I'm sure he'll oblige."

  Carla was disappointed. Simon had been playing with her for almost a year. The arrangement wasn't an exclusive one as he played with several other subs in the club too, but Carla secretly hoped that one day he would become her Dom. However, she hid her disappointment well. Greg was a good guy and she trusted him. When she gave him a friendly wave he came over, keen to continue where Simon had left off.

  "She's all yours mate." Simon slapped Greg on the shoulder, said good night, and left the club. It was only just after midnight and he usually stayed until 3am. But tonight was different. His earlier conversation with Roger had given him countless ideas for things that he and Lucy could get involved with. He didn't doubt for a minute that she would be amenable to such a relationship, but it would have to be managed slowly and carefully over a period of time as the last thing he wanted was to scare her off. Lucy Peters was very much on his mind, and as he drove home he found himself looking forward to seeing her again at work on Monday.

  Little did he know that he was to meet up with her the very next day.

  ---oOo---

  Simon's Saturday's were fairly routine in that he allowed himself the luxury of an extra couple of hours in bed, took a quick shower, then went for a run in the park before returning home for a late breakfast/early lunch. This Saturday was no different. Dressed in sweats and running shoes, he jogged for half a mile then broke into a run. Pacing himself, he took his usual route past the tennis courts, skirted round the kids playground, then took the narrow path that wound through the centre of the park. There was grass on one side, and a dense border of rhododendrons on the other. It was as the path veered left that the accident happened.