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  His hand was still on her bottom, holding her against his body. Tessa was too shocked to pull away, and enjoying the feel of his handsome muscular frame against her smaller form too much to want to.

  His thumb drifted over the rise of her cheeks and hooked in the back of her scrubs. Tessa felt the elastic easily give way to his will, her scrubs sliding over the curve of her rear and down her thighs, revealing a bottom clad in white panties. She made a half-hearted attempt to snatch them back up again, but by the time she grabbed the waistband, her panties were already joining them. In a matter of seconds, she was naked from the waist down, her panties and scrubs bunched about her knees.

  Kirk sat down in his armless swivel chair and beckoned her over. The moment he was more than arm’s length away from her, Tessa covered her privates with her hands, blushing profusely.

  “Come here, Tessa.”

  She found her feet moving in response to his summons, but with her scrubs in place around her knees and her hands clasped over her mound, she was reduced to a slow shuffle, which gave her enough time to realize what she was doing and stop.

  “Doctor…”

  “Come here, Tessa,” he repeated, his smooth baritone cutting through her doubt. “This is what you need, what I’d be willing to bet nobody has ever done before. Taken you in hand and given you a real reason to behave yourself.”

  “B-but…”

  He rolled his chair forward, took hold of her hand, and tipped her over his lap without another word. Tessa found the world spinning until finally she was face down toward the linoleum, her body pressed against his thighs, her bare bottom raised to his palm. Kirk began spanking her immediately, hard swats that landed first on one cheek, then the other.

  She let out a yowl of surprise at the intensity of the sting. He was not playing any kind of game with her. This was a real spanking. She cried out as the hard plane of his hand landed against her cheeks with hard, fast swats, her bare thighs kicking in protest at the heat searing through her flesh.

  “Why are you doing this?” She gasped the question desperately.

  “Because you need it,” he said simply, almost clinically. His palm was still performing its swift tattoo, keeping the heat high.

  “You’re crazy! You’re out of your mind!” She threw the accusations over her shoulder, hoping they would make him stop. He didn’t stop. He kept spanking her bottom hard and fast, making her toes drum against the linoleum of his office, her face flush red with embarrassment and every nerve in her body tingling.

  “You’re going to take a place on my team,” he informed her just as tears began pricking at her eyelids. “And you’re going to learn how to behave yourself. Every time you misbehave, you can expect to be disciplined, understand, Tessa?”

  “Understand? I could have you fired for this.”

  “No, you couldn’t,” he replied. “The hospital has been requesting me for the better part of the last decade. I doubt they will let a complaint from an unruly nurse with a history of disciplinary action get in the way.”

  “If you do this to me… you’ll do it to others,” Tessa sniffed. “And one of them will report you too, and then…”

  “Nice try,” he said, swatting low on her left cheek. “I don’t have any intention of doing this to any others, because there are no others I want on my team who need this. Consider yourself my pet project, or simply, my pet.”

  His fingers spread across her cheeks as he palmed her bottom possessively. “You’ve caught my eye, Tessa. I want you on my team, and I’ll do what is necessary to make that happen, understand?”

  She understood that her backside was aching and stinging and also that there was a trickling wetness between her lower lips that she very much wanted to keep a secret. For some reason she could not understand, it wasn’t just her bottom that was flushed with heat. Her pussy was tingling, her nipples were erect, her face was blushing. Her entire body was responding to the spanking—to him.

  “Do you understand, my pet?”

  Those words, intoned in his deep voice, made her very soul quiver. There was deeply serious intent there, an ownership that made her panic. All of a sudden, she couldn’t bear what her answer had to be. She bucked hard, surprising him enough to tumble off his lap. Before he could say anything else, Tessa hauled her pants and panties up and ran from the room, her heart pounding, blood rushing in her ears, tears tracing down her bright red face.

  The moment she stepped into the hall she knew she’d made a mistake. Whatever had happened between them was not something that happened every day. It wasn’t even something that happened every lifetime—but it was too much and she couldn’t begin to bear to take it.

  Chapter Three

  In the aftermath of one of the most unorthodox job interviews he’d ever conducted, Kirk was puzzled. He had not expected the girl to run. Tessa had struck him as strongly rebellious and in dire need of a firm hand—the sort to stand her ground and fight, not to flee. He left his office in her wake, discovering that she was already gone. She must have literally ran away. Interesting.

  Worried about her, and concerned he’d made a significant misjudgment, he went down to the staff room for a coffee to clear his head. There he found that Susan Street, the director of nursing was present, a jaunty woman in her early sixties with a kindly maternal air. She spotted his discouragement at a distance. “Hard first day?”

  “I’m wondering if I made a mistake selecting my team,” Kirk admitted. “One of the nurses seems incredibly bright and able, but I can’t quite understand where she’s coming from.”

  “Who is it? Maybe I can help,” Susan said, stirring her coffee.

  “Tessa Watkins.”

  “Tessa? She’s an excellent nurse. Incredibly hard worker too. Works two jobs.”

  “Two jobs?”

  “She does a shift here most days, then does nights at the rest home across the street,” Susan said. “I don’t know when she finds time to sleep.”

  “After her morning shift in the afternoons, I imagine,” Kirk murmured. He was beginning to feel like a complete and utter ass. He’d not even considered that there might be a reason she couldn’t see him later. He’d assumed her insistence on a three o’clock meeting was just more defiance.

  “I suppose so,” Susan nodded. “But she’s always on time and her work is excellent. Sure, she’s written up now and then, but never for anything related to patient care. Usually because she’s bruised some doctor’s ego.”

  “That I can easily imagine,” Kirk said with a smile.

  “I’d advise you to snap her up while you can,” Susan said. “Before someone else does—or before she gets herself fired.”

  Chapter Four

  Hours later, Tessa was trying to blink back her tears as she remade Mr. Turlet’s bed. Dammit. She’d been so close to getting to that next level. Now there was no chance. Kirk would almost certainly pick someone else for his team after that thoroughly embarrassing debacle.

  Her butt stung under her starched uniform, reminding her of every hot slap the doctor had landed on her bottom. The gusset of her underwear was also sporting an incessant reminder, sliding against her mound with warm wetness. She was still aroused. Hours had passed and yet somehow she could not forget the way his body had felt against hers, or how he had tasted when he kissed her.

  “It was inappropriate,” she told herself. “You should file a complaint.”

  She snorted to herself, knowing there was no way she was going to do that. The idea of filling out a form in which she detailed how the doctor had spanked her was almost more mortifying than the fact that she’d been spanked in the first place.

  Tessa went on with her work and pulled a starched pillowcase over the latex pillow, then settled it on the bed while Mr. Turlet looked on with the faint interest of an elderly man.

  “There you go,” Tessa said. “Now you settle in up here and have a good night’s sleep.”

  She helped her patient into bed, wished him a good night a
gain, and turned out the light. When she stepped out into the hall, she was greeted by a fellow night nurse. Tessa wasn’t sure what the woman’s name was; she was the latest in a long line of temp staff to bounce in and out of the care home.

  “Tessa, there’s someone here to see you. A doctor.” The nurse said the word ‘doctor’ in approving tones, as if she were being visited by the second coming.

  “Is there a problem with one of the patients? Have we had an emergency?”

  “I don’t think so,” the nurse said. “He’s waiting in the waiting room.”

  Tessa proceeded to the room of waiting, but stopped dead as soon as she saw who was sitting on one of the leatherette chairs. Him. Tall, dark, and so handsome her knees were weaker just for having looked at him.

  “Tessa.” Kirk said her name kindly. “May we speak, please?”

  “What are you doing here?”

  “Well, I’d like to explain that,” he said. “Come on in. Shut the door behind you.”

  He was managing to take charge even though he had absolutely no authority in the rest home. Tessa outranked him there, but she still found herself closing the door as he had asked and waiting to hear what he had to say.

  “First of all, I’m sorry for upsetting you earlier,” Kirk said. “I handled that badly. Or rather, I handled you badly. You’re more slippery and quicker than I thought.” He flashed a wink at her, which made her blush as her heart performed a fluttering dance in her chest.

  She glanced over her shoulder, making note of how close the door was in case she had to make another break for it.

  “Are you alright?” He stood as he asked the question.

  Tessa nodded.

  “See, usually, a spanking would end with me inspecting your bottom, rubbing in a little cooling gel if needed,” he said. “But I didn’t get a chance with you.”

  “You didn’t get a chance to keep spanking me either,” she said, lifting her chin.

  “No, I didn’t,” he agreed. “I’m glad to see you’re still your defiant self. I was worried I might have seriously scared you, or hurt you. I really didn’t get a chance to take care of you properly.”

  He seemed genuinely concerned about that, which came as a surprise to Tessa. It struck her that he’d actually been spanking her for a reason. Not just because he was annoyed at her for giving him attitude, but because he genuinely believed there was some point to it.

  “Well, uh, that’s okay,” she said. “Because, as it turns out, I’m fine.”

  “Are you?” He stood up and closed the distance between them slowly. “You look a little heated.”

  Tessa looked at him wordlessly. She didn’t know what to say; there weren’t words really. He overwhelmed her senses. She found herself almost hoping that he would take her in hand again and start swatting her bottom, just to feel him touch her again.

  “I’m okay,” she managed.

  “Good,” he said. “Then we can talk about your employment. I’m afraid I can’t have someone on my team who doesn’t have proper down time or who is distracted by a second job like this one.”

  Her heart sank. So much for having hope.

  “Well, sorry,” Tessa sniffed. “It would have been nice to work on your team.”

  “I hope you still will,” he said. “That’s why I’m going to make you an offer. It’s quite irregular, and I make it in the strictest confidence, understand? This is just between you and me.”

  Tessa nodded, curious.

  “I would like for you to quit this job,” he said. “To make up for lost income, I’ll offer you a stipend in return for your presence on my team—and your submission.”

  Submission? What the hell? “You want me to be your…” she lowered her voice further to a scandalized whisper, “whore?”

  “No,” he snorted. “I’m not offering money for sex. I’m offering money to keep you on track while I train you as I see fit.”

  Tessa looked at him askance, unable to believe what he was putting on the table. Few men would have the nerve to make such an offer. But Kirk wasn’t like most men. Kirk was a law unto himself.

  “Are you actually serious?” She gave him an incredulous look. “We… doctor… you spanked me.”

  “I did,” he agreed. “And under the terms of this agreement, I will do it again, I imagine.”

  “You…” Tessa trailed off, not knowing what to say. “Huh?” She screwed her face up, trying to get her head around what he was really saying to her.

  Kirk smiled. A nice, warm, reassuring smile. “I’m going to sharply decrease your instances of disciplinary write-ups by applying my palm to your bottom whenever you need it.”

  “But you said you were sorry for that!”

  “I said I was sorry for mishandling the situation. Not for spanking you. You need it, Tessa. Your hospital disciplinary record speaks to that. Multiple instances of inappropriate communication. You’ve been getting into trouble for a long time and it has made career progression almost impossible for you. That’s why you’re working two jobs now. You should have been promoted to a higher pay scale, but that hasn’t been signed off on.”

  “The hospital has had some funding issues,” Tessa muttered. “They said…”

  “Forget what they said. You’ve been nursing for what, seven years now? I’ve seen your work. It’s excellent. And I know your remuneration isn’t at that level. You know I’ve seen your file, Tessa. There are some first-year nurses earning as much as you do. And the reason for that is that you’ve actually received a drop in salary after an incident where you told a doctor to shove an ultrasound wand in his rectum and see if he could detect any brain matter.” Kirk’s cheek twitched with repressed amusement as he recounted the entry in her personal record.

  “Better than actually calling him shit for brains,” Tessa shrugged.

  “Hardly,” Kirk said. “That incident is on your permanent file—along with a great many others. You’re fortunate I run my trials before looking at the personnel records. If I’d seen what I saw there before I met you…”

  “You would never have let me try out for your team,” Tessa said. “Yeah. I know.”

  “…I would have spanked your butt before you even got in the room to try out,” Kirk finished his sentence. “Tessa, you’re an incredibly smart, capable woman, and I want you on my team. But you’re going to have to learn to curb your temper and your tongue and show some respect.”

  Tessa didn’t know what to say. Kirk’s thorough analysis of her shortcomings and strengths left her without much in the way of reply. He was a lot of things—arrogant, commanding, demanding… and right. Her current financial issues were partially related to the fact that she couldn’t get a promotion and nobody else in the area would hire her. The night shift at the rest home was pretty much all she could hope for.

  He reached out and gently cupped her chin, rubbing his thumb along her cheek in a soothing caress that was somehow intimate. Tessa felt a flutter in her belly as she looked into his eyes.

  “What do you say, Tessa?”

  “Do… I have to decide right now?”

  “I think you’ve already decided,” Kirk said. “I think you know precisely what you’re going to do, what you need to do for yourself. You can let me know tomorrow.”

  “O-okay.”

  Kirk bent down and brushed a gentle kiss to her lips. “Next time,” he murmured. “I’ll tie you down so you can’t run away.”

  With that he turned and left Tessa standing there with her mouth agape.

  Chapter Five

  The doctor’s proposition left Tessa with a difficult decision to make. On the one hand, he was offering her the career opportunity that she had been passed over for many times. On the other, his offer came with strings—and spankings. And god only knew what else. There had been a certain gleam in his eye when he’d mentioned tying her up. She didn’t know if he was kidding.

  Her shift at the rest home ended at six in the morning and she made her way home to catch
three hours of sleep before her next shift at the hospital was scheduled. The moment she got to her apartment, she was greeted by a fresh pile of bills. They seemed to be multiplying by the day, each bill generating its own little nexus of other correspondence from collection agencies.

  In spite of the daunting task of collecting a significant stack of financial demands, it was nice to come home. Her apartment was only two rooms and a bathroom, but she had put a lot of effort into making sure it was decorated nicely. She’d hand-picked the art that hung on the walls at the local market, and put real thought into the functional yet decorative knickknacks and thingies that adorned the top of bookshelves and her kitchen counters. Every part of the place reflected her taste and loves in some fashion or other.

  Tessa took a moment to straighten the flowers on her coffee table before looking at her mail. Among all the depressing envelopes were two pre-approved credit card applications. That was something anyway. Running seriously low on energy, Tessa stuffed all the envelopes into her handbag, pulled off her clothes, and dropped into bed wearing nothing but panties.

  Sleep didn’t come. In spite of her heavy eyelids and exhausted body, she couldn’t get Kirk out of her head. She found her phone in her fingers, his card in her other hand. Call him? No. She couldn’t do that. And yet her thumb was already drifting over the screen, composing a text message.

  Hello, doctor.

  She stared at the screen a moment, her eyelids drifting down as she lost the battle with consciousness. A buzzing in her hand bought her back.

  You should be asleep, nurse.

  A smile spread across her lips. She could imagine his slight frown as he replied, his handsome face taking on that stern mask he so regularly wore.

  You have no jurisdiction here, doctor.

  She typed the message out on the keyboard and hit send.