Chapter Seventeen
“Miss Blanchet.”
Her eyes flew open and she lurched to sit up straight, her mind reeling, attempting to reconstruct the moments that had happened before she fell asleep, but as always when she dozed during the day, she was disoriented in both time and place.
The voice was Dr. Doyle’s, but until she turned toward its source and saw him, standing near the closed door and removing his fine jacket, she could not place it.
“Dr. Doyle,” she murmured, sliding to a standing position. “I... I fell asleep... Mr. Blackstone left, and he ordered me to stay, so I...”
Her voice trailed off, as she watched Dr. Doyle roll up his sleeves in a fashion that was, for some reason, arousing, and perhaps even sinister.
“Am I to be punished?” she said weakly.
Dr. Doyle, who had always been a more cheerful man—which was not much of a task given Mr. Blackstone’s temperament—gave her a small smile and shook his head. “Have you been disobedient?” he asked her, rolling the final part of his right cuff up to his elbow. His steely eyes met hers, and a cool stab of pleasurable fear went through her torso.
“Not that I am—that is to say, Iwasdisobedient, and I confessed to Mr. Blackstone, and I was disciplined... but then...”
She could not be certain of why, but tears welled up in her eyes. She tried very hard to fight them back, but it did no good, and her vision blurred. She could feel that the water was going to spill over, so she looked down, and the tears spilled over her cheeks. “I feel I must have done something terribly wrong,” she said.
Dr. Doyle came close to her and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. His expression was friendly, almost amused. “None of that, Miss Blanchet. Now, turn around and let me see if you have been properly disciplined for your disobedience.”
Lina had ever so many more questions, and could not understand why the doctor was smiling, but she was certain that she did not want to be disobedient again, especially as she did not know if Dr. Doyle was here to discipline her further, perhaps for the unknown offense she had committed causing Mr. Blackstone to leave so abruptly.
She leaned over the bed, and Dr. Doyle lifted her skirt, exposing her bottom and throwing the material over her torso, so that it covered her head. Where she was still wet—and since Doyle had mentioned “discipline,” she had become more so—her skin grew cold.
His fingers moved like feathers over the welts left by the cane. Her skin ignited at his touch, and the dull soreness that had been present turned to a throbbing heat. Her cunny became wet again as he moved his fingers over the marks of her discipline, almost as though, like Mr. Blackstone, he was admiring them. “You comported yourself very, very badly, I take it, Miss Blanchet.”
She swallowed, unable to understand how Dr. Doyle’s touch had so quickly brought her body back to the tormented state of desire the two men so often made her suffer.
“Yes, master,” she breathed, and her cunny pulsed.
“It seems sufficient to me,” Dr. Doyle said, taking his hand away and making the declaration as a doctor might make a diagnosis. “Remain there, Miss Blanchet.”
She heard him move around the room, near the wall of objects, and then return to his place behind her. He pushed on the object in her bottom, and she gasped as a sharp ache again roared to life, and then moved around inside of her as he played with the end of it.
He slid it slowly from inside of her, and as it was pulled there were patches of it that almost scratched, a bit like the bite of the cane. But the emptiness that consumed her quickly overran that sensation, and she howled softly when he pulled it at last from inside, leaving her empty.
He drew his finger through the wet slick of her cunny, taking with it some of the silky slipperiness, so that when he began to make circles around the edge of her bottom-hole, his fingers glided gently.
“Oh!” Lina could not help saying. The empty canal of her bottom ached like her cunny, and pulsed like it as well. She closed her eyes, trying to be still and quiet, for she sensed that was what Dr. Doyle required of her.
