He knew it had been cruel, and entirely unnecessary. Making a semi-naked girl jump around in front of him. But she looked so adorable and the way her titties bounced around and her ass wobbled and how she panted and gasped turned him on way more than it should have done.
He was glad of his tight elasticated trucks and the thick cloth of his khaki pants. Maybe they would hide the erection he had.
Even now, still panting a little, red faced and with all her curves on display, she was making him hard. And he was going to examine her breasts — actually handle those jiggling mounds of flesh. It wasn’t one of the prescribed examinations — unless there was cause for concern. But he was going to do it anyway. He would say he’d seen a lump or dimple that made it necessary.
He’d never been inappropriate with a patient before, not in all his years of service. But then he’d never had anyone as desirable as Lila in front of him. He was going to make the most of it, and just hope she didn’t complain.
“Now, are you happy for me to examine your breasts? And you don’t want a chaperone?” he checked, hoping this would be enough to stave off any uncertainty she had.
“No. It’s fine. Please, go ahead.” She mumbled the words as if she was embarrassed about herself. The silly kid thought she was too fat — that was obvious — while all he saw was an enticement — glorious curves that called to him, that drew him closer.
He pushed her gently back toward the examination couch and helped her sit on it.
She didn’t need guiding or help, but he wanted to do it — to dress and undress her, to bathe and wash her, to make her into his little doll, and then do unspeakably filthy things to her.
He drew in a deep breath. Leaning over her, he was suddenly aware that his hard-on was pressing against her thigh. He should step back, move away, but it felt too good.
And now he was going to handle those big, full breasts.
He reined in a moan of pleasure, turning it into a sigh as he held her left breast in his hands. Two handfuls and still it spilled over. He needed to check it carefully, press it and massage it and examine every inch of it for lumps and bumps.
She gazed up at him, her mouth partly open breathing slightly heavily. Was she still out of breath after the exercises, or was she turned on too? She couldn’t be, could she? Not by someone so much older than herself?
He moved toward her nipple. It hardened under his touch. A natural reflex, he told himself, not an indication of arousal. But what if she did like it — what if she did like him?
His mind ran away with itself, spinning a tale of love and sex and him dominating this adorable plump little thing and her calling him Daddy and…
She moaned suddenly and he was startled back into awareness. Hell, he’d been pinching and pulling her nipple, far too hard, clearly hurting her.
“Does it hurt?” he frowned, as if it was part of the exam.
She shook her head. “No. I like it,” she mumbled, then blushed red again.
He permitted himself the hint of a smile. She liked it. He’d been pinching and pulling far too hard. Was she turned on by a little pain? Was she a masochist? Was she actually his perfect girl?
“Good, because I need to examine the other one too,” he said. This time he went straight for the nipple and pinched and pulled both of them at the same time, this time watching her face for her response.
“How does that feel? Be honest,” he said sternly, almost certain that it must be hurting her.
“Good, yes, good,” she said, her voice a whisper.
Hell, she did like it. He did it even harder, pinching her nipples and pulling them away from her chest, using them to pull her whole breast out from her body.
“Oh…Oh…” she murmured, looking down at what he was doing, then up at his face.
“I need to run a few more tests here,” he said gruffly. He released her breast and reached over to his cabinet of implements.
In one drawer he had exercise bands — thin, soft lengths of latex rubber that he used in physiotherapy sessions. But he had a different use in mind for them right now. He pulled out two dark colored strips. Pulling her breast away from her body, he wrapped the band around and around it and tucked the end in.
He looked admiringly at what he’d done. Her left breast was bound — standing away from her chest, the stripes of rubber biting into the soft flesh, making it mound over in between.
Hell, she looked like something from a bondage film — but better because she was right here — and from the look on her face, this was an entirely new experience for her.
He quickly wrapped the other breast in the same way, hearing her little gasps of shock and maybe pleasure as he bound her.
Now she looked even better. Both big breasts were bound and wrapped and even more enticing. The nipples were standing out, hard and slightly pink.
“What is this for?” she asked, her voice nervous as she looked down at what he’d done.
He snapped back into reality. What the hell had he done? He’d been so carried away with touching her, with making her into his perfect sex toy, that he’d forgotten he was supposed to be doing a medical exam.
“It’s a physiotherapy test,” he said gruffly. If only he could tie her thighs too — tie them tight and pull them open.
“It feels strange,” she said, then giggled slightly.
“Yes. It will feel odd but it’s important to do it. To check your reflexes.” He couldn’t stop his hands touching her bound breasts, delighted by the contrast between the tight latex bands and the soft skin in between. Then he pinched at her nipples again.
Her eyes fluttered closed and her mouth opened and she moaned again. She definitely liked it.
“I’m checking your reactions now,” he said, still squeezing and rolling her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. “How does that feel? Tell me? Painful? Pleasurable? How is it making you feel inside? Be precise.”
Her eyes opened and fixed on him and she blushed again. “It’s good. It feels nice. Sharp, tingly. Oh, I can’t explain it.”
“Does it make you feel anything anywhere else?” he asked, giving her nipples an especially hard pinch.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, then looked down. “It goes down there,” she said, glancing down at her lap.
He smiled. Her pussy. “Does it feel good or bad down there?” he asked.
“Good. Tingly,” she said.
“Hmm. It’s making you feel tingly down there too, is it? Then that’s where I need to examine you next.”
A breast exam — yes that was okay. An internal — well, maybe he could justify it, if he had cause to believe there was an issue. And a tingling sensation could be construed as an issue that needed examining. But putting those big bountiful breasts in tight bondage — he would have to think hard to offer up any reasonable justification for that if he was ever called to account.
Why had he done it? He needed to undo them to put the straps away and hope she forgot about it. But she looked so sexy, like his fantasy dream come to life right in front of him.
No. They would stay on for a short while.
“Lie back and I’ll just slip these off and get your feet in the stirrups.” He slid her panties down., revealing a plump mound with a fine dusting of light hair.
He tossed her underwear to the floor. He would dress her in pretty little pink panties, and then put her in bondage and stretch her legs wide and spank her through her cute little panties and… Hell, he was getting carried away again.
He stared down at her sweet mound, wanting to touch it, to explore it, to punish it too until she moaned and begged for more.
“So, I’ll examine you down here and check your sexual health. Have you had many boyfriends?” he asked, hoping his voice stayed steady and professional.
She shook her head. “No. None. I don’t like boys.”
He frowned. Hell. She wasn’t even into men. He should have thought of that. She liked girls. The idea of another girl playing with her was arousing too — but only if he could stand over them, holding a whip and ordering them to do increasing filthy things to each other before he fucked her. He pushed the shocking thoughts from his mind.
“It’s okay to be gay in the army these days, especially in a civilian role,” he said calmly.
“No. No. I didn’t mean that.” She giggled and looked confused. “I meant, boys my age. I don’t like them.”
“Then what do you like?” he asked, puzzled.
“Older men.” She giggled again, as if she was embarrassed. “Like you.”
His heart lifted. No way! This gorgeous hottie was into older guys!
“But I’ve never dated. Because — you know…” Her hands fluttered weakly around her body.
“Never dated? Not at all?” He was stupidly pleased. She didn’t belong to anyone else. Her heart wasn’t fixed on anyone. “Are you a virgin?” he asked.
“Of course. No one would want me. I’m so fat.” Her face crumpled and the tears came.
He looked down at her in shock. Fat? Undesirable? How could she have got it so wrong?
He sat on the edge of the couch with her and pulled her close to him. He couldn’t bear to see her cry.
She pressed her body against his chest. Those bound breasts were pressing into him, making him even more turned on. But he just wanted to comfort her. To show her how wrong she was.
“That’s not true. You’re beautiful. You’re incredibly desirable. You’re perfect,” he said, hugging her closer and stroking her hair.
“You’re just saying that,” she snuffled.
“No. I mean it. Look what you’re doing to me.” He took her hand and placed it in his lap, wondering if she could feel how hard he was.
She looked up at him then tears streaking her face. “You? You like me?” She sounded shocked and disbelieving.
He shouldn’t say yes. This was doctor-patient consultation — and yet he’d already broken so many rules. What was one more? “Yes. You’re beautiful. You’re perfect.”
“You’re just saying that. I’m too fat. I’m ugly,” she said, dissolving into tears again.
“I won’t have you talk like that. You’re beautiful and sexy and perfect just the way you are.”
“I’m not. I’m not,” she protested, crying properly now.
“Now, you’re being silly,” he said sternly. He should have said something about building self-esteem or doing some self-confidence exercises. But what came out of his mouth next shocked him. “Don’t be naughty or Daddy will have to punish you.”
She stopped sobbing and looked up at him, a shy smile forming on her face. “Daddy? Will you spank me?” she said.
He realized what he’d said. In the heat of the moment it had just slipped out. The way she was crying and pressing herself against him had lowered his defenses completely. And then he’d said it. Daddy.
Calling himself Daddy was so wrong — and yet it had stopped her from crying, and now her pretty eyes were shining as she looked up at him. Her bound breasts pressed against his chest. She’d called him Daddy and asked to be spanked? Did she want it? Then he certainly did. Spank her? Hell yes.
“Yes. Daddy will have to spank you every time you make silly comments like that. Until you accept that you are a beautiful, sexy, perfect girl. And you need a spanking right now.”
He tried to glare down at her, but she looked so adorable. He couldn’t help smiling.
“Daddy,” she said again, sending him into a spin of desire. “Yes. Spank me.”
He needed to get her over his knee and to lay into her lovely big juicy ass. It was really going to shake and bounce when he spanked it, and her titties would hang down, wobbling and bouncing in their tight bindings too.
He gave a groan. He was more turned on than he’d ever been.
This girl was sending him over the edge.
