Page 15 of Examining Ella

But when it came time for the actual temperature, Ella clenched.

“You’ve got this. Breathe in. Breathe out. Relax,” he encouraged.

Ella did so and quickly unclenched.

“You know what?” he said, talking to her as he continued to push the glass thermometer into her rectum. “I’m going to take you to the ship’s store and buy you a toy when we’re done. I think you’ve earned it.”

“Really?”

“Yep. I mean, look at what a big, brave girl you’re being.”

"Okay, Daddy."

That word.

He knew she hadn’t meant to call him that. The term had just slipped. But he loved hearing it. It did things to him.

All kinds of things.

“Just a few more seconds,” he said, choosing to ignore what she’d just said. “Almost done.”

She whimpered and nodded.

“Good girl. I’m pulling it out now.”

She gasped and shivered as he withdrew the instrument. He checked the reading.

“No fever. I didn’t think you had one. How’s your little tummy been feeling.”

She rolled over and sat up. “There’s nothing little about my tummy,” she said. With that in mind, she folded her arms in front of her, attempting to cover her midriff.

The doctor took off his gloves and tossed them in the wastebasket.

“Off the table. Come on.”

“What?” she said.

He had one of her elbows in his hand, guiding her body into submission. Before she knew what was happening, he had her feet on the ground and her body bent over, her stomach now resting on the table, her bottom in the air.

He slapped her rear five times, causing her to yelp more from shock than pain.

“Didn’t I warn you what would happen if you spoke poorly of yourself in this office?”

“Yes, s-sir,” she said, nearly crying.

“But you just had to press me, huh?”

He spanked her five more times.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Kirk! I forgot!”

“Don’t apologize to me, little missy. Apologize to yourself. You’re the one that kind of talk hurts.”

He continued to deliver a sound spanking, his flattened palm smacking loudly against her bottom as she began to sob.

Once he was satisfied she’d had enough, he took hold of her elbow once again and guided her until she was standing upright, looking at him.

He held an index finger up, close to her face as he said, “Next time, little girl, you won’t get off so easy. I’ll get my belt. Or better yet, we can march right down to the ship’s store and buy a paddle. Do you understand me?”

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