Authors: Dinah McLeod
“It sure is, and right now the tantrum you’re throwin’ means you qualify.”
Scarlett’s head shot up and she glared daggers at him. “I am
“Look here, darlin’, this is how it’s gonna go,” he interrupted. “I will not ask you again: you can either lie over my lap like a good little girl, or I’ll put you over it. Your choice.”
Some choice! She nearly stuck her tongue out at him, but stopped just in time.
“Colton! Stop it! Just give me a minute to think!”
“This isn’t fair!” she protested indignantly.
She leapt up, but not quickly enough, it seemed, as she felt herself caught around the waist. She gave a frustrated squeal and kicked her legs, but nothing deterred Colton from pulling her over his lap. He shucked her shorts down, yanking the panties down with them and had her bottom bared in seconds.
“No! Stop it!” She scissored her legs and tried to break free, but he had an iron grip on her.
“None of that,” he scolded, giving a sharp smack to each of her quivering cheeks.
“C-Colton, don’t!” she whined, sniffling as the sting spread across her skin.
“This would already be over if you’d just lie still.”
” he ordered in a voice that would brook no argument. Whimpering, Scarlett complied and he quickly—though gently—inserted the tip of the thermometer into her tight anus. The jelly was the perfect lubricant to help it slide into her tight hole.
“Ooh,” she groaned, clenching her ass cheeks.
She shivered at the feel of the hard plastic going into her virgin hole. Though it was definitely uncomfortable, it wasn’t so bad. It embarrassed her more than it hurt. She never would have imagined that she’d find herself in this situation—over a man’s lap with a thermometer up her ass. For all her protesting, now that it was in place, the initial fear she’d felt gave way to something else. She felt… safe. And cared for. Odd, that she’d have such a reaction, but it was how she felt. She found herself relaxing over his knee and silently preening in the attention as he rubbed her back and gently encouraged her. When it beeped, she was almost sorry, though not sorry to see the end of the thermometer.
“Hmm,” he clucked his tongue at the thermometer. “You don’t have a fever.”
“That’s good, right? Can I get up now?”
When she sat up, she immediately pulled up her panties, but she’d kicked her shorts off during her struggle to keep from going over his lap. She was about to get off the couch to get them when she saw him reach for the phone. The sight of it gave her a sinking feeling. “What are you doing?”
“I think I should take you to the ER—food poisonin’ can get serious, quick. I was gonna call ahead.”
“Oh, I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I’m feeling a lot better than I was this morning, actually.”
“Really?” His brow furrowed. “When’s the last time you vomited?”
“Um…” Could people have food poisoning without throwing up? She wasn’t sure. “I don’t know. An hour ago, maybe?”
Scarlet’s cheeks flushed until she felt sure she could fry an egg on them. “N-no.”
“My head hurts a little, but I think if I just went back to sleep—”
“I don’t know, Scarlett. I’d hate to leave you and for things to get worse. Maybe we should at least go to see a doctor.”
“I don’t think we need to do that. Really.” She waited with bated breath to see how he’d answer and hoped against hope that he’d let it go. She was sorry for the lie she’d told, and even sorrier that it was getting bigger by the minute. She wished he’d just leave already so she could have a miraculous recovery in the morning and leave this behind them forever.
“That doesn’t sound like a good idea to me. We should at least get you some meds for nausea.”
“I don’t think I’m up for leaving the house. But I’m okay, really.”
“Are you sure?” He pinned her down with his gaze until she couldn’t help but squirm.
“Yes,” she said, breathing a sigh of relief. “I’m really, really sure. I’ll be fine. I just need to rest.”
“Maybe more than rest,” he mused, putting her on red alert again. “I think I’m gonna put in a call to the nurse line and see what they make of this.”
Damn. She’d been so, so close. “Colton—”
He held up a hand to silence her and was punching in numbers before she could stop him. “Yes. Hello? Hi, I need some advice.” He glanced at her as he spoke to the person on the other line. “Yes, my little girl doesn’t seem to be feeling so well, so I called in to see what I should do.”
She felt her insides get all squirmy at being called his
to a stranger. She couldn’t believe he was doing this. “Colton,” she hissed, reaching for the phone.
He batted her hand away and gave her a look that made her ass cheeks tingle in anticipation of the spanking she’d get if she interrupted him again. But she just couldn’t help it! That was
he was talking about! On the
It was just too embarrassing.
“Yes, she’s complaining of a headache and an upset tummy. Also, she’s been vomiting.”
She cringed inside, knowing that now she would most definitely pay for her lies, one way or another. Oh, why hadn’t she just fessed up when he showed up at the door?
“I did take her temperature, yes.”
Scarlett’s cheeks went warmer still with embarrassment, as though the person on the other line could hear him and know that she’d had a thermometer up her butt. Oh, it was just too humiliating. Her eyes widened and she shook her head at him, silently pleading with him to get off the phone, but either he didn’t notice, or he pretended not to.
“No, no fever. And she doesn’t have any diarrhea.”
Oh, God, couldn’t he just hang up! At this rate, she might die of mortification before he got off the phone.
“No, come to think of it, I
know when her last bowel movement was.”
She could feel his eyes on her, but she refused to look at him. This was just too much. If the floor would open up to swallow her so that she’d never have to look at anyone again, she’d consider herself lucky.
“That’s a great suggestion—you just might have something there.”
Scarlett swallowed a groan, wondering what the ‘suggestion’ could possibly be. Surely, the nurse couldn’t have guessed that she was making it all up, that she wasn’t sick at all? At least, she hoped not. At this point, she might as well ride it out.
“Yes, I understand. Thank you so much for your time. Yes, I’ll call you if there are any problems. Thank you for your time, I’m much obliged.”
She watched his every move with wide eyes, holding her breath as she waited for him to speak. As though he knew exactly how she felt, Colton took his time hanging up the phone and putting it back on the clip on his belt loop. “What did she say?” she blurted out, not able to stand the suspense a moment later.
“She doesn’t think you need to go to see a doctor.”
Scarlett let out an audible sigh of relief. Thank God. If she’d had to go to the doctor, she just didn’t know how long she’d be able to stand it before she had to spill the truth. She
tell the truth right now, if she didn’t think that Colton would be mad at her for making him worry in the first place.
“She thinks it can be handled right here at home.”
“W-what do you mean?”
“The nurse said that constipation was probably the cause of your upset tummy.”
“But I’m not—”
“So all I need to do is give you an enema and everything will be fine.”
“But Colton, I’m not… I don’t need you to…” She trailed off, too humiliated to finish the sentence. “I can’t believe you talked to someone about… that,” she muttered.
“I’m just trying to take care of you, baby-girl.”
“I appreciate that, really, but…”
“But what?” When she didn’t answer, Colton continued. “I think you’re just nervous. You don’t need to be. I’m going to make you feel better. But unfortunately, I don’t have the things I need here. We’ll have to go to my place.”
She was shaking her head before he even finished talking. “No, I don’t think I’m strong enough to leave…”
Colton arched an eyebrow and gave her a look that told her in no uncertain terms that she was not going to win this. But she had to! She didn’t know how, but she had to think of
! There was no way she could let him give her an enema! How embarrassing!
“Look, I really appreciate your concern,” she said, trying a different tact, “but it’s not necessary. I’m feeling better already. Promise.”
“Hmm.” Colton tapped his foot as he surveyed her, seeming to consider what she’d said. It gave her hope and she held her breath as she waited for him to answer. “Still, I’d rather be safe than sorry. Besides, my place isn’t far from here.”
She groaned inwardly and hung her head. She’d known she wasn’t going to get out of this without a fight and the truth was, she just didn’t have it in her to fight him. “Okay.”
“Great. Get your shoes on.”
I’m going to regret this,
she thought to herself as she slipped on her tennis shoes and followed him to the door. She wanted to prove to him that she wasn’t sick and she didn’t need any medical attention, but as hard as he tried to involve her in conversation as he drove, she just couldn’t bring herself to say anything beyond monosyllabic answers. She could feel his sympathetic stares and she hated herself for not just coming clean to him in the first place. She didn’t deserve his sympathy. At least, not for being ill.
“Here we are. Come on in.”
How were they here
? Scarlett began to feel nervous butterflies as she looked at his trailer. Swallowing hard and grabbing desperately at her courage, she followed him out of the truck and up the walkway. He had her settled on the couch in minutes, and before she knew it he was telling her he’d be right back.
“Colton… do we
to do this?” she asked, sounding just the slightest bit whiney.
“You know we do, baby. Nurse’s orders.”
Her stomach knotted itself into a ball as she watched him disappear down the hall. She couldn’t believe the mess she’d gotten herself into. She just needed to tell him. It would be hard, and she was sure he would punish her for it, once what she’d done sank in, but then at least she wouldn’t have to go through with more of him ‘playing doctor.’ It really was too embarrassing! She’d blushed so much and so deeply that she wasn’t sure her complexion would ever recover.
She’d just taken a deep breath, trying to summon up what courage she possessed, when Colton walked back into the room. Her eyes darted to his hand and immediately she sat up a little straighter. “What’s that?”
“A bulb syringe,” he replied easily, as though the answer was obvious.
She furrowed her brow as she contemplated him. “I know that, what I mean is, what are you going to
“Lie back down and I’ll show you.”
Scarlett worked her bottom lip with her teeth nervously. “I don’t know, Colton. I don’t like the look of that thing.”
“This?” He held it up and looked from it to her. “C’mon, it’s harmless.”
Maybe the bulb syringe was, but the picture that formed in her mind had her thinking that what he planned to do with it probably wasn’t so harmless. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Colton had looked patient up to that point, but it was easy to see that he was getting frustrated with her. “I understand that you’re nervous, but if we want to get you feeling better, then you’re just gonna have to face your fear.”
“I don’t think I can,” she told him, reverting to the little-girl voice that seemed to come out around him when she was feeling anxious or particularly cared for.
“‘Course you can. I’ll be here the whole time. I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you.”
she almost asked. She was sure that when she confessed everything, the ‘something bad’ would be him whacking her butt! “But—”
“Lie down and spread your cheeks,” he interrupted, giving her a pointed look.
She bit down on her lip and blushed for what felt like the millionth time, but in the end, she just couldn’t come up with another excuse. Though she was more than a little uncomfortable, in the end she did just that. For the life of her, she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off that syringe in his hand.
“Have you ever had an enema before?”
“N-no,” she answered shakily, wanting to change her mind. When she tried to sit back up, though, she found Colton’s hand pressed firmly against her lower back.
“Don’t move and we’ll get this over with.”
“The thing is, you don’t really need to do that.”
“Sure I do, baby. We need to get you feelin’ better.”
“No, really, you don’t understand. See, the thing is, I’m… well, I’m not really sick.” She held her breath as she waited for his response, but with none forthcoming, she turned her head to look back at him. He was calmly smearing a big glob of petroleum jelly around the tip of the syringe. “Colton? Did you hear me?”
“Yeah, I heard you, honey.” He met her eyes, his hazel ones so calm that she was sure he mustn’t have listened after all. “Now, this is going to be a little uncomfortable.”
“Colton!” she yelped in protest, trying once more—and failing—to sit up. “I just
you that I’m not really sick!”
“Well, then you don’t need to do this!” she blurted, feeling panic begin to build in her belly until she really
have a tummy ache.
“Sure I do. It just doesn’t have anything to do with you feelin’ under the weather.”
She gaped at him, her mouth opening and closing without emitting a sound. She found herself well and truly speechless. Colton paid her no mind at all as he scooped out another glob of jelly. When he spread her cheeks apart and put it on her bared anus, she squealed and kicked her legs.
“Hush, it doesn’t hurt.”
“It’s cold!” she whined.