part0058

“You’re working way too much for your own good without much play time, if at all, Gabriel.”

“It’s a good thing I don’t take orders from you.” I chuckled. “I’ve seen what you do to the bottoms who don’t listen. Being restrained and padlocked isn’t my thing.”

“Yeah, but you’ve only seen it because you’ve helped me get those restrained limbs out of straps in a hurry.” Craig nodded. “I never have to worry when you’re observing my scenes. Your shears are quite adept.”

“Hm. That adorable redhead last month found out she liked getting cut out of ties.” I rubbed my eyes, irritated at how tired I’d grown. “She got so incredibly turned on, even though the outcome could have been more serious.”

Heavy restraints, or ones which encompassed the entire body, blood play, unusual insertables and the like required another person in the room for observation. Light medical play didn’t require it unless you needed a more experienced set of hands in there with you. A simple scene could go awry so when you’re doing stuff off the typical beaten path, it was better to be safe than sorry. Many of the medical professionals were also into the kinkier type of medical play, so we observed each other more often than not.

I had no excuses not to play when I wasn’t working, but most of the submissives in my life already had dominant partners of their own. I enjoyed play scenes with them on occasion but I wanted a woman who balanced precariously on the edge of wild vixen and innocent little girl. Forcing a pause from the strange thought, I rubbed my chin. I’d given up on trying out my Daddy side a while ago. I had researched the dynamic but hadn’t tested the waters. One might think, with the sheer numbers of guests who had come through these halls over the years, that I’d have found my perfect little girl by now. Maybe a perfect mixture didn’t exist for me, but I refused to let it get it to me.

“The Castle is a place to explore all of your wildest fantasies and create new ones.” Craig threw a small stress ball at the wall and caught it on the bounce. “There is nothing I like more than being a part of a scene where the sub finds a new kink. The wonder in her eyes, wide pupils, parted lips.”

“Yeah, man, for sure,” I agreed.

Meanwhile, my mind was racing. Could I even be a good Daddy for a special Little? Would it be weird to do sweet things like cuddling and caressing her adorable body, then switch it up? Restraining her against an exam table, tormenting her with incredible sensations until she writhed, begging for a release? The mental image hardened my cock.

“Hey, Doc. Can I talk to you a second?” Stasia knocked on the open door.

“Yeah, of course. What’s up?”

It wasn’t officially my office, just a spot to sit until we were needed which the staff shared. Pulling the door closed behind her, she crossed over to and perched on the edge of the desk. Her long lean legs went on for days, and even in scrubs, I could appreciate the view. Craig nodded at one of our favorite nurses and went back to his game of catch.

Stasia and I played together when we could but it had been a while, since we were both so busy.

“I’ve got a young woman named Lucky who isn’t feeling so well. I think she needs an extra dose of TLC, as well as your expert medical care.” She smiled. “Lucky was going to meet up at the Castle with a gentleman who was suddenly deployed overseas.”

“Are you talking about Daddy Drake?”

“Yeah. He has been a fairly frequent guest, especially over the past few years in between deployments.”

“Oh, yeah. Daddy Drake got the flu last year. He stayed cooped up in the medical wing. It probably wasn’t as fun for him as it would have been for a sub,” Craig mused.

“Or anyone who wasn’t ill.” I rubbed my chin. “Yeah, it was better for him to just stay put than risk exposing more people, and we got well acquainted, to say the least.” He and I had a lot in common, actually, though he was more into impact play than I was. Drake was one of the most enigmatic and supportive Daddies who visited the Castle. Many of the Littles felt some sort of pull toward him, and he was a fond mixture of soft teddy bear along with that subtle military dominance. He was a popular guest, for sure. “Is Drake this young woman’s Dom?”

“No. They hadn’t really gotten far in their communications, but he’s a huge advocate for the Castle, as you might know. He tells those just starting out—either as Tops or bottoms—to check into what we offer. Since he always enjoys his time spent here, he shares that with like-minded people. We’ve played before, but our kinks don’t mesh well. He’s a heavy impact guy and I like—” her eyes dropped to the floor, “—other things.”

“Soft and pink,” I offered knowingly. “Sensual, silky binds, and lots of textile sensations. Leather gently tracing over your ass, or feathers tickling your breasts. Your reactions are the same as long as the touch is light.”

“Oh, no. Don't you start with me.” She snapped her head up and her normally gray eyes turned stormy. Something shifted in the air between us. “I’ve got four more hours to go until I get off shift. I don’t have somebody to help me unwind in another part of the Castle but it would be fucking awesome if I did.”

“I haven’t started yet.” I quirked an eyebrow, surprised by her reaction.

“Listen, Gabe—” Stasia slammed her mouth shut but it was too late.

“Uh-oh.” Craig whistled. “Somebody’s asking for it.”

I loathed the nickname, and she only used it when she desperately sought a release or it truly slipped out due to stress. I stood and grabbed the back of her head so she focused on my eyes. I'd find someone else to take care of Lucky, leaving me free to adjust Stasia’s attitude. She needed a break as much as I did.

“No, wait.” Stasia placed her palms against my chest, and her eyes pleaded with me to listen. “I came in here about Lucky.”

“Dr. Craig can take care of her.” My jaw clenched and relaxed as I studied her face. She was all sorts of wound up.

“I was serious about your expert care.” Her eyes darted to Craig. “No offense, but Lucky is a Little. I-I think you might connect better with her, Master Gabriel.”

Fuck . Throwing in my title, one few were allowed to casually use, forced a pause.

“Damn it.” I shook my head. “See if Amanda can come in early to cover your next shift so you can get a break. If I have to say it again then I'll strap you down to a table in another part of this wing. You'll get your release but it will be long after I thoroughly punish your ass.”

“I-I don't want to be punished, most especially not by you.” Her breath hitched in her throat. “I'll do what you asked.”

“I didn't ask.”

Her eyes widened at my declaration but she wasn't mine to keep in line. Still, it seemed like she needed extra guidance. She would follow my order because she enjoyed listening to me, even if she seldom admitted it out loud. I was one of the only Doms at the Castle whom she listened to away from normal play scenes. There were plenty who would play with her, but something about our interactions stayed with her long after we stopped. She glanced at Craig again.

“I can take you over my knee as easily as Gabriel could, but I think you’re seeking way more than just a good spanking, Stasia. If you’d like, I can sit down with you sometime this weekend and we can try to figure out what you’re missing and how to get it,” Craig offered with sincerity.

“Yeah, thanks. Maybe we could talk.” Stasia nodded.

“Do you think Lucky is ill or do you think it’s more her nerves?” I brought us back to the topic at hand.

“I’m not sure, but a good check-up should do wonders.” Her eyes sparkled. “If anyone can get to the root cause of a problem, it would be you. You are one of the most handsome men in here today.”

“Only today?” I teased as I grabbed my stethoscope and hung it around my neck. Her eyes roamed over my body while Craig groaned.

“Half this wing swoons whenever you walk in,” she cooed.

“Only half?” I cocked an eyebrow.

“Ugh.” Stasia rolled her eyes. “Please go check on the adorable woman in room two before your head gets any bigger. Lucky wouldn't let me check her vitals.” Stasia followed me out of the office and touched my shoulder. “You know, Doc, I’m not the only one who could use the time off.”

“I'm aware. You've got four hours left. Don't stay past your shift tonight,” I warned as I pulled the clipboard out of its holder. It described the incident leading up to and describing why there was a young woman in exam room two.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Stasia patted my arm and walked off.

Typically, I knocked before walking into a room, but the door was ajar. Had Lucky attempted to leave? I strutted through the door and closed it behind me. In the corner of the room, away from the equipment, sat the most adorable woman, muttering to herself.

It struck me as odd, since the incident report Stasia had written up stated Lucky had been carried up from Wardrobe by Jackson, and I expected to see her on the exam table.

Lucky wore the typical attire for a princess in the age-play program but something about the sight of her yanked at my heartstrings. Her brows were furrowed as she ranted but my eyes shifted to her gorgeous, caramel-colored hair woven into two French braids with purple lacy ribbons. The contrast of her outfit against her olive complexion presented the loveliest picture.

Her mouth dropped open and she twisted her fingers around the tail of one of her braids. The gesture and tiny gasp of surprise made it harder to focus on why she was in here in the first place.

Hopefully, Lucky would open up about what was really bothering her, if anything, and she could get back to enjoying her time at the Castle.

“Stupid! Stupid for not eating. Stupid for coming to this stupid Castle all by myself!”

“It’s not a stupid Castle. Though it may be hard to see its beauty at the moment, since there is a lot of construction happening throughout these halls.”

The most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on strutted through the door at the exact same time as I was ranting and rambling. He wore typical scrubs but they seemed tailor-made for him and hugged the incredible muscles of his legs and torso. My gaze traveled up and over those amazing abs towards his arms. My mouth actually watered. I never usually paid much attention to a man’s arms, but his were solid. He could hold someone down if he needed to, and the way he carried himself made me believe he would. If he enjoyed giving a good spanking, his hands were made for it, just like his lap appeared perfect to be held across.

His dark brown hair was tousled, reminding me of when you roll out of bed, it was longer on the top than the sides and I wanted to run my fingers through it. This gorgeous specimen of a man couldn’t be a real doctor. He shut the door and approached me. The most intense green eyes I’d ever had the pleasure of looking into locked right on mine.

My palms were already sweaty before he waltzed in, and I wiped them casually on my dress as I tried to maintain my composure.

“I was told to wait here for the doctor.” I worried my bottom lip between my teeth.

“I’m Dr. Gabriel but you can call me Doc. I heard you wouldn't let anyone check your vitals. Are you trying to be difficult?”

“No, I’m scared of medical places.” What I didn’t tell him was that they also turned me on in the most fantastic way possible. It was an odd mixture of arousal building from the anticipation of what Doc was going to do to me and slight humiliation at the idea of being poked and prodded by such a handsome, charming man. He was seriously the man of my dreams and his casual demeanor—whether feeding me or spanking me—turned me on even more.

“Can you come over here and sit on the table so I can examine you?” He patted the top of it.

“I'm sort of light-headed.”

Dr. Gabriel crossed to where I was sitting in the corner and tugged me to my feet. He helped me up onto the exam table, the place which raised my blood pressure on a good day, and he snapped on a pair of blue latex gloves. The sound didn't do anything to ease my nerves.

“Is there anything you didn’t include on your medical paperwork that I should know?”

“No.” A tiny squeak bubbled out between my lips. “Maybe. I’m terrified of needles.”

“Yes, many people are, but I appreciate you telling me.” Doc took my hand and checked my pulse. It was racing from his touch. “When’s the last time you ate?”

Heat flushed over my face. I hadn’t really eaten in a while. My nerves were worried and my stomach grumbled in protest. He pumped the blood pressure cuff and the spinner inside moved. I wondered why it was manual instead of automatic but it didn't hurt my arm like the more modern options, which squeezed way too tight.

“Sometime before now.”

“I don’t need an exact time but was it this morning or this afternoon?”

This was a real situation, the trembling in my hands confirmed as much, but his attention made my heart swell with something. It had been a long ass time since anyone had asked about my well-being. I wasn’t so great at doing everyday things for myself, even though I knew how to. That’s what appealed most to me in my littler mindset. I wanted a Daddy to take care of my needs, whether it was for an hour or a day. I needed a strong hand and a stronger heart. He continued on with his assessment, looking in my ears, my eyes, nose, and mouth, while waiting for my answer. When I stayed silent, he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Why haven’t you eaten today, Lucky?”

“I’m sort of nervous to be here all by myself and it’s made my stomach all tied up in knots.”

“Are you in pain?”

“No.”

Dr. Gabriel moved around the exam room, and more than once, he caught me staring at his perfect, muscled ass. I wasn’t usually the girl who stared at a man’s butt, but something about the way those scrubs cupped his ass made me drool. How could scrubs look so yummy? I wanted to ask him if he ever played here in the Castle but I had no right to interrogate him.

“Is anything else bothering you?” He touched my arm.

“I’m a bit out of my comfort zone. I was just venting when you walked into the room. I don’t think the Castle is actually stupid.”

“I hope not, it would be a shame to badmouth such a wonderful place. A comfort zone is also a safe and beautiful place, but nothing ever grows there.” Something wet swiped my arm but I processed the implications behind those words, ignoring whatever he was doing at the moment. “We could all use such a reminder. Hold this on your arm.”

“How did you do that without me feeling anything?” I pressed the small alcohol pad to my inner forearm, shocked. “I’m really terrified of needles.”

“There aren’t as many nerves along your inner arm so it hurts much less than pricking a finger.” He turned the small device in his hand to face me. “Your blood sugar is low. We need to get it to a normal spot, or a trip to the hospital will be in order.”

I needed to get some food in me and I'd feel better. There was no way I'd go to a hospital; it was scary enough being in the medical wing.

“Yeah, okay. So, do you visit the Castle when you’re not working?”

“I live here.” He chuckled as he twisted open a bottle of orange juice, handing it to me along with a small banana. Doc leaned against the exam table, close enough for me to be comforted by his presence but not suffocating. “It sounds like you’re asking me a deeper question. What is it that you want to know?”

“I wasn’t trying to pry.” I took several swallows of the juice. Tangy and sweet without any pulp. It tasted better than I thought orange juice could taste. “I was supposed to meet somebody here and he got deployed with the military a few days ago. I promised him I’d have a good time but I haven’t really tried yet.”

“You read the orientation packets, right?”

I nodded.

“Yeah, but as soon as I got into this beautiful dress, I got sick.” I glanced down at the banana in my hands. There was no proper way to eat this particular fruit in polite company without being suggestive. I opted to peel the phallic-shaped foodstuff, breaking off pieces and stuffing my mouth. “So, I don't even know who it was supposed to be because the powers that be are scrambling to find someone. Anyhow, I've wrecked my own weekend, along with whomever they've decided on.”

“He's probably been informed, and after you're on the mend, you can start over. Don't worry about that at the moment. Can I ask if you and Daddy Drake are in a relationship?”

“We never met in person, just through The Courtyard. It's a safe site for Little princes and princesses to find their Mommies and Daddies.” I threw a hand over my mouth. “Oh! I’m not supposed to say that. It’s like breaking trust, right?”

“It's breaking trust by sharing details which were only told to you. You wouldn't want to accidentally out a person's kink, but I’m obligated by law to keep anything you tell me to myself.”

Doc checked my pulse again and goosebumps raised over my arms.

“Anything I tell you?” My question took on a naughty tone at the word anything and it confused me. Was I trying to flirt with this handsome doctor, even though my legs were swinging off the table and I was still wearing my little girl dress?

“Yes. Anything you tell me here in this room remains confidential. Is there something you want to share?”

“No, but I appreciate the information. Thank you for helping me.” I handed him the empty banana peel. “I’m feeling better. Can I go?”

“I'm glad you're feeling better but we’re not done yet.” Doc crossed the room and disposed of my trash without a word.

I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing from my vantage point but he picked up a tiny object and shook it down.

“Let’s make sure your temperature isn’t elevated. Something else could be off with you, and it would be better to stay here for observation.” He strutted back across the space to my side. “You drank cold juice, so a thermometer won't be accurate in your mouth. We’ll have to check it another way.”

Butterflies swarmed my stomach. He couldn’t possibly mean what I thought he meant.

Glancing down at the small glass rod, I recognized the unmistakable pear-shaped bulb, which showed a glistening glob of lubricant on it. I also noticed a tube of lube in the pocket of his scrub pants.

“I don't have a fever. There's no need to check anything.”

If I had been in a younger space a few minutes ago, it now dissipated with a poof. I could not entertain the idea of this handsome stranger sticking a thermometer in my most private hole, though thrills shot straight to my pussy. It had been a secret fantasy of mine and I had checked off all sorts of med play options on my limits and curiosity lists.

Did he have access to my desires and limits? No, that would be silly. They didn’t just let anyone read them. Or did they?

“It’s better to check and it will only take a few minutes. As long as everything else is normal, you’ll be free to go to the dining hall and find something delicious to eat.”

“I don’t want you to take my temperature with that.” I pointed at the slim glass instrument. “What you're trying to do has been high on my list of fantasies since forever.” Heat flushed over my face. If I didn't have a fever, just the act might raise my temperature a few degrees.

“It would be irresponsible of me to neglect one of the body’s biggest indicators of how well it is or isn’t working. I should have checked it before, but I was concerned about your blood sugar. It’s a standard medical procedure.”

“There is nothing standard about sticking a thermometer anywhere other than my mouth.”

“It's perfectly standard, but I'm not going to argue with you.”

Stars flitted through my vision for the second time today. I was going to pass out. My breathing grew labored and I placed a hand on my chest. “It's hard to breathe.”

“Nice deep breaths. In through your nose, and out through your mouth.” His tone eased back the anxiety. “Small even breaths, Lucky. You're fine.”

I followed his instructions and we breathed together, in and out until the swirling storm of emotions eased. My eyes shot to the object in his hand but this time, I was fully aroused and no longer scared. The idea turned me on so much.

“Thanks. I can breathe better.”

“Good. Turn onto your stomach. Pull down your panties so we can get a reading.”

“Or?”

Sugar! Why did I challenge him?

I had zero right to throw down an imaginary gauntlet to a real doctor who may not even be into the same sort of things I was.

“Or I’m going to take you over my lap and hold you firmly in place while I get a reading.” His jaw clenched and relaxed.

Fudge-balls. I wanted him to do just that. I finished off the bottle of juice and stared up into the emerald pools of his eyes. They were just as gorgeous as the rest of him.

“We aren’t playing, Doc.”

“No, we're most definitely not playing. Do you know the Castle safeword, Lucky?”

Swallowing hard, I nodded. Daddy Drake had drilled it into my head, as had all of the paperwork before I came here and after I arrived. Onion. I hadn’t planned on using it unless something crazy occurred, but I knew it. Testing it out on my tongue along with the colors red, green and yellow to indicate where my brain was at during any scene had taken up more than one evening this past week. I was ready, at least mentally.

“I need a verbal agreement. Do you or don’t you know the Castle safeword?”

“Yes, Doc, I do, but—”

“Yes, your butt is exactly where the thermometer is going. Last chance to do what you were told.”

“I won't fit over your thighs anyway.”

“I’m not giving a voice to the nasty comment which just flew out of your lips,” he scoffed. “Be warned. I don’t take kindly to false assumptions.”

“It's not false.” I weighed at least twenty-five pounds more than I wanted to. The idea of approaching a Dom to play when I didn’t love my body, inhibited my normally outgoing self. Two nights ago, the thought had almost made me stay home.

We stared at each other for a moment, a pregnant pause hanging over us.

“It will be much easier if you cooperate, Lucky. Roll over, please.”

“This isn’t a scene. You’re a real doctor, and I’m a real patient.”

“You’ve got fifteen seconds.”

“Fourteen Mississippi, thirteen Mississippi, twelve Mississippi—”

“You naughty little thing.” Doc lifted me down from the exam table. He hooked the toe of his shoe under the lip of a small black stool and wheeled it next to us. “You're pushing buttons you shouldn't be pushing.”

As he upended me over his lap with flair, I barely had time to process what was happening. The silky purple dress flipped upward and my frilly lavender panties were lowered to my knees.

“I’ll listen. Just let me get back on the table. Please, Doc?” I squirmed but he held me in place as promised. The muscles in his arms weren’t just for show. I couldn’t move.

“Stay still.”

He spread open my cheeks with one hand and probed gently until the thermometer slid inside my tight pucker. I’d never had anything back there, but I knew better than to fight him.

He adjusted me slightly and pushed the glass rod a little deeper.

“I’m sorry,” I groaned. “I wasn’t trying to push your buttons.”

“I’d say you knew exactly what you were doing.” He twirled the thermometer. Wetness pooled between my thighs and I buried my head in my hands.

“I’ve said I’m sorry. Can you please take it out?”

“It takes about five minutes to register. I can’t really see the clock from here so it might be a little bit longer.”

“What?” Another wave of heat flamed over my face. “You—you can’t just keep me prisoner over your lap! Don’t you have other patients who need your attention?”

“The only patient I’m focused on is you.” He twirled the thermometer and his fingers brushed the cleft of my ass. “You're over my lap because of your refusal to cooperate.”

“Fine, but weren't you wearing a watch?” I racked my brain, trying to remember what his wrists looked like. From this view, all I could see was the floor. “All the doctors wear watches.”

“Clever little thing.” He chuckled. “Yes, I’m wearing a watch, but with all of the back and forth between us, I've forgotten how long ago I inserted the thermometer.”

Oh. This was so not fair. How on earth did he know that I really just needed this sort of attention? The sort of attention that I didn’t even know I needed?

“It’s irresponsible of you not to remember, Doc.” I threw the ball back into his court.

“You’re right. I’d better take it out and start over.”

“Oh no!” I’d moan this time for sure. “That’s not necessary.”

“If you had done what I originally asked you to do, we'd be done by now.”

Doc removed the thermometer and shook it down. The cap of the lube snapped and I pictured him squeezing more onto the tip of the instrument. My pussy clenched. This wasn’t a scene, I reminded myself, and yet I was shamefully aroused. Why on earth had I rambled on and on about how this was a fantasy of mine? Oh. Maybe it was a staff thing. Staff wanted to play out fantasies. No, that wasn't possible, since he didn't know what I was into and he had already had it in his mind to check my temperature rectally.

“You really don't have to!”

Ignoring my protests, he slowly pushed the rod back into my tightest ring inch by inch until it was fully seated. I wiggled my hips, desperate to gain the upper hand, but it proved fruitless.

“Stay still, Lucky.”

It was exciting being held this way even though I fought against the idea. His fingers moved every fifteen seconds or so, reminding my sensitive nerves that there was a probe in my ass. I shifted slightly but the movement tickled those same nerves, forcing a moan out between my lips from the sheer pleasure.

“Can you please take it out, Doc?” I rocked my hips from side to side but the motion did nothing to quell the pulsing between my thighs.

“We've got a few more minutes.” The probe shifted slightly and I whined. “Do you like being held over my lap?”

Suppressing the urge to brat at him came harder than I thought it would. I hadn’t done such a thing in person with anyone but I wanted to hardcore brat. If I had known him before I got to the Castle then he would already know where my head was. He would have gone over my limits and other such things. Was staff allowed to play with guests? That thought tightened something inside my belly.

A hard slap on my right ass cheek launched me back to reality.

“Ouch!” I whipped my head around. “Y-yes. I like being held over your lap.”

“Ah. So, you did hear my question. I thought you might have become unconscious when you didn’t verbally answer me. Painful stimulus in medicine doesn’t usually involve a person’s ass but it seemed to have gotten your attention.” His fingers tapped the thermometer, sending tiny zings of pleasure into my tight ring. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

Sighing, I turned my head around so I wouldn't get a crick in my neck.

“I almost stayed home.”

No, I wasn’t going to get into more detail with Dr. McSexypants. I had already been wet from the notion of going over his lap earlier, but him re-inserting the glass rod caused even more wetness to pool in between my thighs.

“It would have been terrible to stay home when you’ve been planning a trip to the Castle. Are you enjoying your time so far?”

“No, not really.” My voice cracked. I didn’t want to open up to him while face down in an exam room but his tone sounded sincere. “I thought maybe the Nursery would be a nice safe environment but my head space doesn’t go that young. I love the appeal of being wrapped up and cared for, but I’m not a baby. So, I thought I’d dress up like a schoolgirl, but I was missing something there. The uniforms are cute but the atmosphere wasn’t for me. I can see the appeal, and everyone looked like they were having fun, but I couldn’t get into the mood.”

I sounded like a certain golden-haired girl who was alone in a house that wasn't hers. Babies were too young, and sassy schoolgirls were too old. I needed my perfect middle ground.

“What do you think you’re missing, Lucky?”

“I wanted to color and dress up like a little girl and be coddled and cuddled but not the whole time.” I blew out a long breath. How much was I willing to share with this stranger?

“Being a Little is different for every person, just like being a Dominant is different. Can you elaborate on the things you’d like to experience?”

“I’d love to have fairy tales read out loud to me while I’m dressed in cute frilly outfits but then I want to be spanked while I'm still dressed up. I want to be spanked so hard that my ass is tender and throbbing from all the attention. A heavy wooden paddle or a leather strap would both work nicely.” I sighed. “Then I’d want orgasm after orgasm until I’m completely sated.”

Tears pricked behind my eyes. I anticipated his negative reaction; it was the same one I had gotten from people in online forums and communities. The same one I was used to for the past several years. Doc might proclaim me to be faking my younger side and kick me out of the entire program. I dragged a finger across the soft pink bracelet on my wrist and sniffled.

“It’s all right.” He rubbed my back with his free hand. “I’m certainly not going to judge you. Have you ever told anyone else that particular fantasy?”

“No. Not in all that detail, at least.” I sniffled again. “I don't know why I shared it with you. A Little can’t be loved gently and fucked roughly at the same damn time.” Huge wet tears slid down my face. “Maybe I’m not really a Little after all.”

Doc removed the thermometer and I immediately missed the weight of it, along with the warmth from his hand.

“Your temperature is perfectly normal.” He tapped the center of each of my cheeks with his finger. “Now, if you continue spouting on about whatever ridiculous notions someone might have said to you once then I’ll take advantage of your position and warm up these pale cheeks of yours. I'd like you to at least entertain the idea that it's okay for everyone to have different kinks. Don't let someone else define what is yours.”

“It’s not a ridiculous notion. Numerous people have told me as much.” That was an exaggeration. “I fooled myself into thinking I could fit in around here,” I snapped, growing uncomfortable at just how much info he had pulled out of me. “I won’t ever fit in anywhere and its pointless to believe otherwise.”

Doc wheeled the stool over to the counter and set the thermometer down. Freeing his hands meant he was serious about a response to my negative comments. I hadn’t agreed to anything, but he had issued a warning. One I had chosen to ignore. Shiitake mushrooms. Would he deliver on his promise?

“It saddens me to hear you say those things. Luckily for you, my hands are quite adept at expanding horizons.” He rubbed his hands together. “Don't. Let. Someone. Else. Define. What. Is. Yours.” Each word was punctuated with a hard slap to both sides of my ass.

“Ouch!”

Flurries of smacks landed on my right cheek and then my left. Over and over, his palm danced across the expanse of my behind, bringing heat to the surface. It had been years since I’d gotten a real spanking, and those yummy stings melted away my stress.

New kink: Getting spanked by a man wearing latex gloves .

Four slaps bounced off the tops of my thighs with a higher intensity than the others.

“Not my thighs!” I struggled to stay in place. I’d never received a punishment spanking before, but this one felt close to what I'd imagined. “Please stop!”

“Hm.” He paused and rubbed his hand over the spots he had smacked. "What's your safeword, Lucky?”

“Fuck.”

Yeah, I could barely bring myself to curse in my head or out loud on a typical day but he tore the f-bomb right out from between my lips.

“Fuck is not a good choice for a safeword, and I highly suspect you’re lying. You really don’t want to find out what I do to naughty patients who lie to me. Try again.”

I sucked in a breath. Handing him my safeword on a silver platter would practically invite him to continue his assault on my backside, but I could have called the Castle safeword. Hadn't I spent so many nights dreaming about a hot Dom slapping my ass until I begged him to stop?

“Okay, I'll tell you, but what do you do to patients who lie to you?”

“Safeword first.”

“Mascarpone.”

“Good choice,” he praised. “Naughty patients who lie get their mouths washed out with soap, as well as their bottoms.” His fingers traced along my burning thighs as he spoke. “After such a punishment, they won't lie to me again.”

Mother of pearl . Why did the thought of Doc punishing me, even though I didn't really want to be punished, flood my pussy with arousal?

“Do you mean an enema?”

“I could do an enema, but I prefer soap stick suppositories. They're more effective and quicker to deliver.”

“Eek.” It wasn't my choice response but the noise fell out of my mouth. Holy soap stick. Okay. That was definitely not what I thought he meant. “What does it feel like?”

“The soap irritates your bottom. Before glycerin suppositories were invented, soap sticks were used to combat constipation. Not the most pleasant experience, for sure.”

“I've never had a suppository in my life. Are there non-punishment ones?”

“Of course, but you've veered off track.”

Dr. Gabriel delivered several swift blows to my upper thighs. I wished to take back my snarky comments from earlier, but it was too late for that. His focus moved upward, to the fullest part of my ass, and down again. Over and over, he struck each of my cheeks. From the heat radiating off my ass, I was sure it was glowing hot pink from his attention. After one partially hard smack, I yelped.

“I’m sorry!”

“What are you sorry for, Lucky?”

“I refused to do what was asked of me. I pushed your buttons.” An exasperated sigh fell out of my lips. “You threatened to spank me if I continued on with the notion that what I want is an impossible ask, but I kept going on anyhow.”

“It seems like something is getting through to you. I wasn’t joking about each person being different. You shouldn’t compare yourself to anyone else.” He tugged my panties into place and lowered my skirt down over my aching, burning globes.

“I’m just basing my information on the sort of experiences I’ve had. I went to a few munches and the general consensus says that I’m not a Little.”

“How many people told you that?”

“Not that many.” Doc had read way into the story behind the limited details I had given him.

“If you only listen to one person’s opinion then you are doing yourself a disservice. Listen, if you sat down with me and I told you the sort of activities I like to engage in at the Castle, you might question a whole bunch of things about me, but it’s just one opinion. I know what I’m into and as long as I’m acting with a consensual partner and following safety guidelines, then I don’t need to explain my desires and fantasies to anyone.”

“Do you think the sort of things I’ve hinted at are too much for someone who claims to be a Little?”

“No, I don’t. I think your fantasies are solely yours, but here’s something you might not have realized.” Doc caressed the same spots he’d lit into a few moments ago, his touch soothing away the ache. “For every scenario you can think of there is someone, somewhere out there who is willing to engage in it with you. Your chances of finding that person at the Castle is even higher.”

“Uh-huh. Let me guess. You’re a real doctor who wants to play kinky medical games with someone?”

“Yup.”

“Oh, well that’s cool, Doc. Would you elaborate on that?”

“From the reaction of your undulating hips, I'd love to share more details but I'm working all weekend. Me telling you my naughty fantasies won’t serve either of us.”

My breath escaped like a deflating balloon. The first man to get me over his lap in the Castle, to probe me (well okay, it was a medical procedure) and turn me on in such a short amount of time was busy. All. Damn. Weekend.

A sharp tap sounded on the door, followed by quick footsteps across the floor.

“It’s Stasia,” she announced. “Sorry to come in without knocking but I wanted to check in. Uh-oh.” She clucked at my prone back. “What’s happened here, Lucky?”

“I didn’t listen very well,” I muttered into my hands.

“Did you disrespect Doc?” She tapped my shoulder. “I should have warned you about how he handles naughty patients.”

“Yes, I was sort of naughty,” I agreed. “But I am feeling much better.”

“Well, I'm happy to hear you're feeling better.” Stasia chuckled. “You're in very good hands.”

Dr. Gabriel tipped me into an upright position, but kept me on his lap. My head swam a bit but I’d have begged for him to turn me over his knee again. If I could stay with him all weekend, I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me, even if meant being a naughty patient and he had to restrain me in order to give me what I needed. That thought merged with the idea of snuggling on his lap and coloring in a fresh new coloring book. His remark about being into medical play thrilled me and filled my brain with wild thoughts. I wanted to do all of those things with him.

Doc held me so gently that I rested my head on his shoulder. When I realized what I was doing, I lifted it but he guided my head down. He helped me figure out a lot of things in my head that I wouldn’t have been able to do otherwise, and I felt a pull of some sort toward him.

“I hope you’ll remember to listen from here on.” Stasia glanced over at me. “And I'm happy you're staying the weekend.”

“I’m nervous about being here all alone,” I admitted to her.

“It seems that you’ve had a good interaction with Dr. Gabriel. What if you were paired with him this weekend?”

“I’m working all weekend, Stasia,” he clarified. “I already had this conversation with Lucky.”

Her eyes sparkled as if she had a secret. Did I dare hope that some behind the scenes magic had occurred?

“It’s a legitimate question, Doc. Don’t you know anything can happen at the Castle?”

He didn't reply to her strange question, but slid me off his lap and got to his feet. I stared up at her, wondering what was on her mind. A cold pad wiped over my arm but just as soon as I could process what was about to happen, it was done. How had I not noticed Doc in the background stealthily pricking me again?

“Hey! I really hate needles.”

“It’s already done and over with.” Doc turned the small machine to me again like he had earlier. “Your sugar has gone up, which is wonderful, but your system needs a full meal to keep it steady. We don’t want it crashing again.”

“I'll try to keep it steady.” Convincing the two of them should have been easy but they shared a look. Crap. What was going on?

“We certainly don’t want you to spend the weekend locked up in my medical wing.” Doc crossed his arms over his chest.

“Unless you want to be tied down in another part of the wing,” Stasia added. “Back to my original question. What if Doc was free this whole weekend?” She continued on, “It’s not a good idea for you to be alone for another minute. You need someone watching out for you for the next few days.”

“I’d really like that but, uh, there’s something else I’d been hoping for.” I swung my feet off the stool while I spoke. “I wanted umm… you know… a Daddy this weekend. So, um, if Doc isn’t open to that idea then I’ll just maybe go and, um, try to do something else or, like, go home.”

Sugar-babies. I only used filler words when I was having trouble staying in one mindset or another. My heart soared at the thought of Doc being my Daddy for the weekend but it also brought on a fresh round of nerves.

“I was hoping you would say that.” Stasia held out a white bracelet toward Doc. “I already talked to Master Marshall. He agreed that Daddy Drake would have wanted you to take care of his friend. Who better than to care for Lucky then her own personal doctor?”

I glanced over at him casually and noticed how tall he was for the first time. His height dwarfed my five-foot-five frame. Underlying hang-ups about my body poked through with a vengeance. Why would he want to play with me anyway? He probably had legions of potential submissives banging down the medical wing door for the chance.

Wicked butterflies fluttered through my stomach. I bit down on my lip and studied Doc’s gorgeous face. Would he tell me to find someone else?

Doc touched the bracelet and then let his hand fall.

“I absolutely respect Master Marshall. Normally, I would honor his decision, but I’m working.”

“Dr. Craig is covering all your shifts here.” She beamed at me as another bracelet appeared in her hand and she offered both of them to Doc. The white one indicated he was a Dominant, which I had figured out already, but the pink one showed him to be a caregiver to a Little—namely me—if he would accept it. “You can personally ensure Lucky has all of her needs met this weekend. It’s what we want for each and every guest of the Castle. Plus, if there are any sort of lingering medical problems, you’d be there already to assess the situation.”

What if he wasn’t feeling the same sort of connection as me? I smoothed the gorgeous white apron down over my dress, tracing my fingers over the embroidered lavender and violet colored flowers to stop from fidgeting. I inspected the smooth shiny surface of both of my patent leather Mary-Janes and frilly socks. Anything to distract me from the answer Doc was about to give.

“I haven’t gotten to play out that particular dynamic but I’ve explored the idea of it for quite some time.” Doc snapped his gloves off and washed his hands before returning to my side. “I can stay with Lucky while we find someone with more experience in that dynamic, or the two of us can dive into it together. I’m not opposed to either solution.”

“Can I tell Lucky about the last time we did a scene?” Stasia waited for his permission to go into detail.

“Yeah, if you think it’s relevant to this situation.” He motioned for her to continue.

“Many of us in the medical wing are workaholics. Whenever I actually get to play, I tend to reach subspace, and I hit it fast. Master Gabriel is one of the gentlest Doms I’ve ever played with.” Her eyes darted to his. “We’ve also done some more intense scenes but somehow his touch is the perfect balance of utterly wicked and feathery soft.” A soft pink tint flushed her face. “If you want my humble opinion, Doc is a natural Daddy.”

“I truly appreciate the sentiment coming from you.” Doc grinned at her.

The way the two of them interacted intensified my want to spend time with him this weekend. He seemed genuine to his core.

“When I'm not in my Little space, I also want rougher stuff. Stuff that maybe most people aren't into.” I sighed. Medical play had been listed all over my paperwork but I’d never expected to be paired with an actual doctor.

“Master Marshall himself looked over your interests. He agreed Doc would be a good fit for the sort of things you’re into. The day played out just a little different than any of us expected.” She winked at Dr. Gabriel. “There’s no right or wrong when it comes to the sorts of things you are interested in as long as you are in a safe space and your consent is respected. The Castle is a second home for me, and it’s one of the safest places you can be in to explore the sort of activities you’ve only dreamed about.”

Doc held out his hand and Stasia snapped the two bracelets onto his wrist.

“Thanks for getting my shifts covered. It means a lot to me.” He glanced down at me and then lifted me to stand. His hands were warm and inviting. “Let’s go get you something to eat, Lucky.”

Doc settled things faster than I thought he would, easily making the decision to move us forward.

“Oh, yeah, okay.” I nodded my agreement with this set-up.

“Have fun this weekend, Lucky.” Stasia smiled. “You too, Doc.”

We left hand in hand, and those butterflies fluttered through my belly again. With Doc as my Dom and my Daddy for the weekend, I couldn’t wait to experience everything the Castle had to offer—and more.