Recovery (Doctor Dom Volume 5) (A BDSM & Medical Play Novella) (11 page)

Lisa:

“Why don’t you give yourself an enema to get yourself ready?” he said to me with a gleam in his eyes.

“What?” I yelped, then subsided immediately, my cheeks flushed at the idea.

He nodded. “I’ll be up in a bit to check on you,” he smirked. “Let’s have you keep the fluid in you for fifteen minutes.”

“Patrick,” I whimpered, and he raised a silent eyebrow.
Don’t question your Dom, idiot.

“Yes, Dr. Anderson,” I said instead, and saw the flare of heat in his eyes. Oh, but it was on. The game was back on. I couldn’t wait.

He’d watched me give myself an enema before, and it had been both embarrassing and hot at the same time. This time, in the guest bathroom, with the enema hose running into my butt, it was even more so.

I was doing this for my Dominant.

Playing with Patrick was so incredibly freeing. There was no unpredictability about his rules. If I obeyed, I was rewarded. If I didn’t, I was punished. There was never any mind-fuckery.

I glanced at my watch as the enem
a bag emptied. Fifteen minutes.

“You know,” Patrick said from the doorway, “this is quite the look.”
His voice had startled me, and I jumped a little. Then I blushed at his words. I had quickly taken off my shirt, and just pulled my jeans and panties down to my knees before getting the enema started. I stood there in my midnight blue bra, with my legs captive by my jeans. 

“Relax, kitten,” he soothed. “You nervous?”

“It’s been a while,” I said. “I don’t want to do anything to screw things up.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “Should you be thinking of anything other than following orders, Lisa?” he asked me icily.

My lips twitched. I knew Patrick. Slipping into full Dom-mode was his way of reassuring me that I had nothing to worry about. “No, Dr. Anderson,” I said with a smile. “I should not.”

He moved into the room and his hands cupped my jaw roughly. “Try to remember that, Lisa,” he said levelly. “Now, wait here while I get you a butt plug.”

The plug he found for me was large and heavy. He handed it to me with a tube of lube, and waved his arm as he leaned back against the doorway. Jerk. I was providing him quite a peepshow. “Thank you, Dr. Anderson,” I said meekly, biting the sarcastic comment back. I lubed the plug, pulled the tube out, and pushed in the plug steadily until my tight muscles yielded and the plug slid it, the base of it nestling in the folds of my ass.

“Fifteen minutes,” Patrick said. “Come join me in the examination room when you are done. I need to do some setting up in there. Oh, and Lisa?” he continued. “You can change into the hospital gown in the examination room. But I want to watch you shuffle into that room with your jeans around your ankles.”

I whimpered, the heat that rose through me at his explicit words pushing the
discomfort from the enema to the back of my mind. I looked at him compliantly. “Yes, Dr. Anderson.”

***

The examination room door was shut. I knocked quietly, and entered when he told me to.

“It was kind of dusty,” he said ruefully. “
I’ve kept it locked when your crew is in, but we haven’t used it for a while.” He handed me the nearly transparent hospital robe, and I took off my clothes and changed into it.

“
Are you okay?” I asked him directly as I changed. If this was going to set back our relationship in some way, I would rather do without. Even though every bit of me wanted this examination, in the end, I wanted Patrick more.

He smiled
at me. “Don’t worry,” he said, his voice warm. “Honestly, regular D/s play is far more likely to be troubling to me than the examination room sex.” His eyes were amused. “I only have good memories of this room and the stuff we’ve done in here.”

I had a silent thought in my head. This was the room in which he’d spanked me thirteen times the night
when I didn’t use my safe word.

H
e must have seen my disquiet, because he smiled again at me. “Relax,” he repeated. “Only good memories here.” His eyes stayed on mine until I relaxed and nodded slightly.  He moved away and picked up his clipboard. “Ms. Preston,” he said, his voice taking on the dominant tones I loved. “Please. Take a seat on the chair.” He pointed towards the stool, and I took a seat, tucking the gown primly under my ass.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” his voice rebuked. “
Bare ass please, spread knees. I shouldn’t have to tell you that, should I?” He shook his head in mock disapproval. “Let’s make a notation on your chart shall we?” He scribbled something down, and then flipped around the chart to show me. It was a punishment tracker.

“
What shall I put in here?” he asked me. “How would you like to be punished?”

“
Do I get a choice?” I asked him.

“
You are allowed to suggest things, of course,” he said. “I might or might not listen to your suggestions.”

“
In that case, Dr. Anderson,” I smirked, “I’d like to be spanked as punishment, please.” Being spanked by Patrick wasn’t a punishment for me at all. It was all pleasure. The pain of his palms descending on my ass, contrasted with the feel of his fingers touching my pussy and ass – everything retreated to an ache in me, a longing that was the embodiment of desire.

His lips quirked.
“I hardly think that being spanked is a punishment for you, Lisa,” he said dryly. Damn it, he’d realized that too. I pouted slightly, and he grinned at me.

“
Okay, Ms. Preston,” he said firmly, his tone indicating that our little interlude was over. “Tell me, what’s the matter today?”

Hmm. So I was going to get to dictate some of the role play today. I wondered if that was because I hadn’t been in this room for a while. I could plead that I had difficulty reaching orgasm, and he’d maybe pull out the fucking machine. I could tell him I had a meeting to run to, and just needed a quick checkup, and he’d maybe fuck me, hard and fast.

But today, I didn’t want a say. I just wanted to put myself totally in Patrick’s hands.

“
I just don’t feel completely right, Dr. Anderson,” I said. “I’m not sure what’s wrong.”

“
Perhaps a complete checkup then,” he said with a gleam in his eyes. He waved towards the examination table. “Why don’t you get on the table, on your hands and knees, please? I need to take your temperature.”

Taking my t
emperature. With a rectal thermometer. I felt myself flush in embarrassment. But my pussy ached in arousal, and I obeyed.

His hand pressed into my
lower back. “Down,” he ordered. “Put your shoulder on the table. Push your ass in the air.”

Oh,
this was even more embarrassing. There was nothing quite as vulnerable as this position. Ass in the air, pussy on display, head on the table. I was reduced to just my fuckable parts.

“
Now, I do need you to keep quiet for this examination,” he said. “Open your mouth.” He had a large dildo in his hand. I obeyed, and he pushed the head of the dildo in my mouth. “For practice,” he said, winking at me. “Though,” he added hastily, “I don’t mean to suggest you need the practice. Your mouth is exquisite, and your throat is perfection.”

I blushed in pleasure at the compliment.

His fingers dipped into the crevice between my ass, and I felt a trickle of lube at my asshole. A finger slid in, and I relaxed my muscles, and he spanked me as a reward. “Mmm,” I moaned around the dildo in my mouth.

The straps of the
nearly transparent hospital gown lay across my back, but the gown itself hung open, exposing my body. My ass was on lewd display for Patrick. I felt the thermometer slide in, and Patrick wriggled it around, and I moaned into my dildo. “Keep still,” he told me, amusement in his voice. “I’m trying to get a reading.”

Right. I didn’t think he cared at all
what my temperature was. He just enjoyed watching me blush in embarrassment, and yet cede to his control, trusting him to keep me safe.

His fingers tapped the thermometer again, once, twice, and it nestled deeper in my ass. It wasn’t very wide, but it was in deep, and I felt
each tap of his fingers deep in me.

He pulled it out.
“Your temperature is normal,” he told me. “Let’s test your general fitness level next?”

General fitness l
evel? What was Patrick going to do?

“
Okay,” he said, his hand on my thigh. “Push this leg out.”

I stretched out my leg, extending it parallel
to the table. Every muscle protested the movement. I made a little murmur of protest, and he laughed at me and clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“
Again,” he ordered. I brought my leg back to bended knee, then I extended it straight out again.

A personal training session, naked, with a di
ldo in my mouth. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be incredibly mortified or incredibly turned on. Right now, I was both.

“
Hmm,” he said. “The other leg now.” I repeated the motion, with his hand on my lower back. This time, as I extended my right leg out, he touched the back of my thigh. “Hold that position,” he ordered.

His fingers parted the folds of my pussy, and he ran a thumb all the way up my slit.
“Push it in,” I begged, the words coming up warbled around the dildo in my mouth.

“
What was that again?” he asked me, his fingers teasing my entrance.

“
Push your fingers in,” I grunted around the dildo.

He
just laughed. “I’m sorry, Ms. Preston, I can’t quite understand what you are saying,” he said, and at the same time, he pushed three fingers in, hard, into my wet pussy. I rocked forward, and I gripped the dildo in my mouth hard as I groaned in pleasure.

“
Did you just bite that dildo?” His voice was low and level, and I knew I was in trouble. He shook his head. “Ah, more punishment, kitten. Do I really need to train you to keep your teeth away from a cock?”

He pulled the dildo away from me, and gripped my chin in his fingers.
“Bad kitten,” he said to me sternly, bending down to kiss my nose. His fingers massaged my jaw gently, easing away the slight ache from having the dildo in my mouth.

“
Stand up,” he ordered. “I’m still trying to get a handle on your fitness level.” He moved next to me, and undid the straps of the hospital gown, which fell on the floor. I stepped out of the way and moved to the centre of the room.

Patrick
pushed the stool out of the way. “Let’s see,” he said. “Let’s have you do some jumping jacks.”

“
Jumping jacks,” I said in utter disbelief.
He was going to make me do jumping jacks when I was naked?

He raised an eyebrow at my tone.
“Really?” he asked, shaking his head in disapproval. He pulled his clipboard in towards him, and scribbled another note in it. No doubt, a note on punishment.

“
Tell you what,” he said, once he was done writing. His tone was reasonable, and I raised my eyebrow in suspicion. He rummaged in a drawer and returned with a pair of nipple clamps with jewelled weights dangling from them. “You do ten jumping jacks wearing these,” he said, “and we’ll wipe out all your punishments.”

“
Okay,” I said compliantly. I was proud I kept my voice free of protest.

Each jumping jack sent a little shard of pain through my nipples. I bit my lip, but as I winced, my pussy grew wetter. Patrick’s erection was clearly visible under his pants, and as always, his obvious arousal
went a long way to making me feel like a creature of desire. When I was done with ten, I looked at him with a smirk on my face, proud of finishing my punishment without further complaint.

He
laughed aloud at my expression, and gestured back to the examination table. “Lie down on your back,” he ordered.

I obeyed, and he took my ankles in his hands,
buckling them into the stirrups at the side of the examination table, and my knees wide apart. “An internal examination next,” he said, grabbing a couple of speculums from the cupboard.

The first speculum he
showed me was steel, and looked incredibly sturdy. “I like these better for your ass,” he said. “Now, let’s get it in, and let’s get you open, shall we?”

More lube trickled on my tight bud, and the speculum entered me, and Patrick gradually opened my ass up. I fought to relax my muscles, but they clenched automatically against the
intrusion, my body rebelling against the slightly painful stretching. “Just a bit more,” he said, his voice soothing, and I felt my muscles forcefully stretched again.

“
Gaping open,” he said. His voice was satisfied.

“
Do you like this?” I asked him. I liked placing myself in his control. I wasn’t sure what he got out of it.

“
Absolutely,” he said instantly. “I like knowing you are open for me. I like knowing that you are in slight discomfort, but you bear it because you trust me, and you know I’ll take care of you.”