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There was a desk with a computer on it, an overhead cabinet that contained blue nitrile gloves, a rolling stool, a chair for her to sit in, and a metal tray holding numerous implements. The focal point of the room was an actual examination table, complete with a roll of protective paper to cover it.
“Place the crop on the tray, please, then make yourself comfortable on that chair.”
As nervous as she might be at a visit to her own physician, she did as he said.
He dragged out the rolling chair and sat on it, mere inches from her.
How could he possibly be more overwhelming now than he’d been even five minutes ago?
“I want to talk about your limits list.”
“Will I need one here?”
“Likely not. But I want to know what things freak you out. Anything psychological or that causes panic that you’d like me to avoid?”
“Having my breathing restricted.”
“Noted.”
“As far as limits, I love impact play. As long as it’s not too intense.”
He waited for her to go on at her own pace.
“I can handle more if I’m more mentally into a scene.”
“My intent is pleasure over pain.”
That hadn’t always been the case with Kevin. Sometimes he’d relieved his stress by giving her a too-hard paddling or spanking and demanding she take it without complaint.
“Use a safe or slow word at any time. You suffering in the mistaken belief that it will please me will only piss me off.”
Intrigued, she regarded him. “And how do you behave when you’re pissed, Sir?”
“I don’t withdraw my affection, but I will end the scene. I want you to crave my spankings and floggings, beg for them. Withholding them is the punishment.”
Lips pressed together, she nodded.
“Anything else, my charming sub?”
“No.”
He waited.
“No, Sir.”
From a hook in the wall, he took down a stethoscope. “Lean forward a little for me.”
When she did, he placed the two tips in his ears then stroked his fingers down her spine before pressing the drum part against her back. “Are your nipples hard, Abigail?”
The unexpectedness of the question startled her. “Uh…”They have been since last night.
“You might as well be honest. There will be no secrets between us on this visit.”
“Yes.” She cleared her throat so her voice wasn’t as squeaky. “I mean yes, Sir.”
He moved the stethoscope to her heart. “Racing a little.”
As if it might explode out of her chest.
