Welcome back to another Saturday Spankings - the last in November. I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving, ate and drank too much in excellent company, and didn't totally clear out your bank accounts in the Black Friday sales!
Here's an excerpt from The Right Treatment, my novella in What The Doctor Ordered. You may remember that last week, Aoife (pronounced Eefa) had tried to play the sickie card on Matt rather than exercise. He is examining her to see if she is lying:
Stretching down, he pulled his sphygmomanometer out of his bag, placed it on her arm, and tried to watch it fill with air, rather than allowing his eyes to focus on the swell of her breasts as he checked her blood pressure.
But try as he might, his eyes were continuously drawn back to those perfect, round swells, milky white but infused with pink where the flush that had spread out from her face.
“I can’t find anything wrong with you. You seem to be in perfect health. Stand up.”
Aoife obeyed, but looked confused as she rose. She reached to retrieve her clothes.
“Not yet, we have a little matter of your punishment to attend to,” Matt said.
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