The Doctor and the Naughty Girl by Trent Evans Read Free Book Online Page A

normal verbal jousting with his nurse and friend.
    Cathie groaned. “You fucking men . Maybe it’s just a reaction? You know, a horny young girl, or something?”
    “Is that what you really think?”
    Cathie’s silence said it for both of them. She agreed with his assessment.
    She hadn’t given up yet though. “You sure it’s not just wishful thinking?”
    “Give me a fucking break, Cathie. I’m not so hard up that I have to resort to trying to bang my subordinates.”
    “All evidence to the contrary.” She glanced at him again, her eyes flashing. “Besides, most subordinates don’t have an ass like hers.”
    He looked over at her. She gave him a rueful lift of her shoulder. “Just because I don’t like her doesn’t mean I wouldn’t mind putting her over my knee.”
    Dane laughed, the cold air making him cough a little. “No, I can’t blame you there.”
    “So if you don’t want to fuck her, why’d you make her that offer then? Not exactly straight out of the employee manual, you know.”
    The huge arc-sodium nightlights began to flicker off overhead, the morning light increasing by the second as dawn neared.
    “Because I do like her. And I want to see her succeed. She’s smart and compassionate. She’s better than she’s shown us so far.”
    He remembered seeing how she comforted a teenaged girl who’d come in for an exam after throwing a positive on a home pregnancy test. After the exam, and Dane’s confirmation that the girl was indeed pregnant, he’d watched in silence as Amity consoled the sobbing girl. He didn’t know if it would have mattered—you never could tell with teenagers—but the relief in that scared girl’s eyes as Amity had laid out her options, as she’d told the girl no, the world was definitely not ending, had made him proud of his wayward admin. Underneath that rash, irresponsible kid exterior, there was a caring, kind woman.
    He wanted to make sure that the real her finally came to the forefront—before it was too late. There was just something about her, though you’d never know it unless you looked very closely. When he did, it was as if she seemed… lost. It made him want to take her in hand even more.
    Dane intended to do all he could to help her be who she was really meant to be—even if he never spanked her again.
    Kidding yourself again, asshole.
    And that was true too, wrong or not. He very much wished he could spank her again.
    “How come you don’t like her, Cathie?”
    He suspected he already knew, but his head nurse was always full of surprises.
    She didn’t answer right away, but rather kept jogging, even picking up her pace a little, as if she needed to clear her mind.
    “I’m not sure. She’s spoiled—and you know I don’t ever let my girls get spoiled.”
    He knew. Dane recalled visiting Cathie’s for steaks over the Fourth of July weekend. Her then live-in sub, Leah, had cooked for the both of them. The fact that the girl had been completely naked had made her task considerably more difficult, the juices from the meat occasionally singeing her as she worked.
    Cathie had finally relented and allowed Leah a nice, starched apron, but at the cost of being bent over the living room couch—in full view of an amused (and aroused) Dane—and paddled until her pert round bottom glowed red.
    The buxom little Leah had finished cooking dinner with trails of tears down her cheeks, even as she smiled her own arousal.
    Cathie slowed to a stop, and Dane gratefully followed suit, bending over, his hands on his knees. She turned to him, holding her hands at her waist, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. “It’s more than that though. She’s pushing you—even though I don’t think she realizes why. I can’t stand brats.”
    “Was Leah a brat then?”
    Cathie’s eyes narrowed. “Not funny, doctor .”
    He held up both hands. “Stand down, Nurse Cathie.”
    “Seriously, Dane.” Her voice softened, and the irritation he’d just seen in her blue