Page 49 of What the Doctor Ordered
“Wait, I’m sorry!” I got out quickly, desperately wanting to put my legs down to protect my exposed bottom from the doctor’s angry stare.
I was shocked when he didn’t immediately spank my bottom for my outburst. Instead, he held my gaze sternly, twisted his thick finger one more time inside of me before pulling it out roughly, causing me to squeak.
Without a word, he turned on his heel and walked over to the sink to wash his hands again with an eerie calm.
I dared not move from my compromised position on the exam table even though my lower back was starting to ache a bit. I almost preferred Simon’s sharp voice scolding me compared to this sudden silence that filled me with a terrifying anticipation.
That anxiety only doubled when I Simon started to rustle around in the cabinets, his movements as sure and intentional as always. I nearly stopped breathing when he turned around holding a thick rubber bag and a long clear hose.
“Simon,” I squeaked, frozen with fear now. “Don’t-”
He crossed the space between us in three easy strides and shifted the items to one hand so he could use the other to slap my cheeks sharply, ten straight times. I cried out with each one.
I flinched when he raised his palm touched me again but relaxed when he caressed me gently, almost petting my hot skin.
“We’re going to wash the naughtiness right out of you,” he announced, stroking rhythmically now. “I would never hurt you, Kiley. You understand that, don’t you?”
Despite what Simon was planning on doing to me, I found myself relaxing further. I swallowed before nodding reluctantly.
His eyes crinkled warmly as he smiled affectionately down at me, causing my heart to flutter. His expression was stern just a couple seconds later, though. “Say it, then.”
I bit my lip, “Yes, Dr. Vale,” I murmured. “I trust you. I know you would never hurt me.”
He nodded once, his hand leaving my bottom. “Then, let’s get that naughty bottom washed out.”
I groaned quietly as he turned to prepare, filling the large rubber bag with soapy water. The sound of the faucet running had me shivering as I realized all the liquid was soon going to be inside of me.
My breathing quickened when Simon reached above me to hook the bag onto a metal pole. He gripped the nozzle of the hose, lubricating it with some kind of clear oil. The smell of it made my stomach churn.
I completely stopped breathing when I felt the rubber tip touch my anus. I flinched automatically.
Simon reached over me to stroke my hair. “Breathe and relax,” he ordered softly.
I obeyed with difficulty and as soon as I was able to breathe evenly and unclench, Simon slipped the nozzle inside. I hissed with discomfort but he just hushed me, twisting the end inside of me a bit to make sure it was fully seated.
“You’ve got quite the naughty mouth,” Simon intoned as he reached above me for the bag. He smirked when I jumped as the water started to flow into me. “And this is exactly what I do to cleanse mouthy little girls.”
I had to admit that the sensation wasn’t a painful one. It was uncomfortable but the water was warm as it dripped into me. I was embarrassed more than anything, knowing what I must look like with the white hose sticking out of my pink ass cheeks.
I was mortified but I found I was equally aroused.
Simon stroked my cheeks as the liquid continued to enter me, further stimulating me. “Soon, you’ll be my obedient little patient again,” he cooed.
His words warmed me, but I started to wiggle as I started to fill up. “Simon,” I panted. “I’m getting full. How much more?”
I was rewarded with two harsh slaps to my upper thighs.
“Dr, Vale!” I quickly corrected myself.
Simon reached over to check the bag. “You’re almost done,” he said, easily reading my distress. “But if I ever have to do this for punishment, you’ll be getting double.”
I whined at that, unable to imagine having to take more than I just had. I panicked a bit when Simon started to tug at the nozzle, easing it out of me. I squeezed my cheeks together, terrified of losing a drop. That would be more than mortifying.
“Good girl,” Simon rumbled before gently helping me into a sitting position. “Let’s get you to the restroom, naughty thing.”
I bit my lip, every little movement feeling precarious as I waddled embarrassingly to the attached restroom. Simon patted my clenched bottom before leaving me to do my business.
My face was probably as bright as my bottom when I stepped out minutes later, feeling shy.
