Her Doctor's Orders (13 page)

Levi walked around the bed, while Kendra tried unsuccessfully to figure out how to escape. He got her around the shoulders, and then around the waist with his other arm, and easily turned her over onto her belly. He stripped her jeans and panties down to her knees, and gave her a swat on her infuriatingly cute bottom.

“Are you going to let me get you into bed?” he asked.

“No!” she said into the pillow. Levi spanked her three more times right on her sit spot. “Ow!” she said.

“Are you going to put your PJs on?” He spanked her hard.

“Ow! Alrigh’!”

Levi pulled her jeans and panties all the way off.

“I don’ deserve you, Dr. Hunter,” she said then, into the pillow, with a note of anger that made Levi both sad and wrathful. She got up and knelt on the bed, almost falling over in the process. “So you should jus’ stop, ‘kay?”

“Take off your shirt and your bra while I get your pajamas,” Levi said, as forcefully as he could, so that he wouldn’t have to keep spanking her while she was drunk.

He managed to put enough force into the words that he seemed to break through her resistance, and her face crumpled into tears. “‘kay,” she whispered. She took off her T-shirt, and then her bra. “I love you, Levi,” she said, as he slipped her pajama top over her head. “I love you so much, even though I don’ deserve you.”

He hugged her. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

After she had lain down, he sat next to her, keeping an eye on her breathing and watching
Seven Samurai
with the volume low. He thought about the Japanese bondage rope he had in the closet, and what he planned to do with it tomorrow to make sure Kendra started thinking about her choices even when she didn’t want to.

Finally, around midnight, she seemed to be out of danger, and he lay down next to her as she snored softly. He looked at her sleeping face, loving her and thanking heaven for the chance she had given him both to help her and to share his life with her. She drove him crazy when she made terrible decisions, but every time she did, she gave him the chance to make things better for her, and that seemed to him something that should make him grateful.

* * *

At 9:00 a.m., Levi woke Kendra up.

“Not gettin’ out of bed today,” Kendra mumbled. “No thinkin’ today.”

“Oh, yes, you are getting out of bed,” Levi said. “You’ve got five minutes before I spank you out of bed.”

“You wouldn’,” Kendra said, and turned her face back toward the pillow.

Five minutes later Levi ripped the comforter off Kendra and began to spank her panty-covered bottom where she lay curled on her side.

“Ow!” she yelped. Levi landed three sharp slaps to her backside before she turned on her back and glared at him.

“Out of bed,” he said with quiet authority, standing above her. “Now.”

“No,” Kendra said.

Levi bent down, grabbed her shoulders, turned her over onto her stomach, and began to spank her again, holding her down as she struggled.

“Ow! Okay! Levi… stop!”

Levi stopped after he had given her a few dozen spanks. “Are you going to obey me?” he asked.

“Fuck you,” Kendra said to the pillow.

Levi shook his head. Well, there was an old-fashioned way to deal with that, too, he supposed. He took Kendra around her waist again and hauled her out of bed. As she tried halfheartedly to break free, he dragged her to the master bathroom and sat her on the bench there, facing the mirror. He got the bar of soap that sat by the sink, and lathered it up a little with water from the tap.

Levi saw Kendra in the mirror, watching in horrified fascination. Now she said, “Oh, no… forget about that.”

“Open your mouth, Kendra,” Levi said. “You’re going to learn that using that kind of language is another kind of choice adults don’t get not to think about.”

Kendra shook her head frantically, compressing her lips to a tight line.

“Open up—or your bottom is going to hurt a great deal worse.”

At the thought, Levi was sure, of the punishment to come—not so much at the threat of making it worse as at the realization that she was going to have an extended, thorough discipline session—Kendra opened her mouth, her eyes wide with pleading anxiety. Levi put the bar of soap inside it, and moved it around a bit to generate a little lather and make sure Kendra tasted it.

“I want you to look at yourself in the mirror, with your mouth full of soap, for a little while, and consider your actions, Kendra,” he said.

Then he left to get the rest of what he needed. When he returned, Kendra had tears in her eyes. Levi took the soap out of her mouth and let her rinse at the sink.

“I’m sorry, Levi,” she whispered.

“Not as sorry as you’re going to be,” he said. “You need to remember this morning as the moment when you realized that not thinking just doesn’t cut it.”

He put the pillow he had brought from the bedroom on top of the bench, and turned Kendra around.

“Get completely undressed and lie over the bench now, sweetheart,” he said. “I’m going to whip you, and then give you an enema.”

“Oh, Levi! Please, not—”

“Do as I’ve said, Kendra,” Levi replied sternly, “or I’m going to put you over the bench myself, and it will just get worse from there.”

Trembling, Kendra lay herself down over the bench. Levi got the rope from his pocket and quickly tied her wrists and ankles to the legs of the bench.

“What are you doing?” Kendra said in alarm.

“This needs to be as memorable as it can be,” Levi replied. “If you’re tied down, you’ll remember this session that much better.”

He removed his belt. Kendra whimpered at the sound of the buckle and the leather whispering out from his belt loops.

He crouched down by her head and took hold of her chin gently, turning her face so that she would look into his eyes. Kendra tried to jerk her chin away when she saw his expression, but Levi held her chin firmly in his grasp and said sternly, “Look at me, sweetheart.” Finally, Kendra did look into his eyes, and Levi said, “I love you so very much. I need you to understand that living the kind of life I know you know deep down will be best for you means that you take responsibility for your actions.” He doubled the belt in his right hand.

Kendra said, “I love you too, Levi.” Her voice had a quiver in it, but also a wonderful note of acceptance that told him he had started them on the right path.

He put his hand on her bottom, and stroked her there gently. Kendra whimpered, and Levi said, “Think about what I’m about to do, Kendra. I’m going to punish you here, very severely. Think about what you did to earn this punishment.” He rubbed her right cheek, then her sit spot, wanting to make her wait, so that the importance of the lesson would sink in a bit before he began.

Then he took his hand away, and brought the belt down, very hard, across Kendra’s shapely little bottom, presented nice and high over the pillow for punishment. She cried out, and he whipped her again and again. Her bottom surged up and down, trying to escape from the belt’s fiery counsel across the lovely pale cheeks, but Levi beat her steadily, making her whole backside from waist to knees a tracery of red welts that would teach her an enduring lesson in accountability.

When he thought he had reached the halfway mark, Levi paused. He knew Kendra would hope that the whipping was over, and he wanted her to hope that, and to be disappointed, so that she would learn that Levi had taken full control of how her boundaries would be set.

“Kendra,” he said, after a few moments. “We’re not done, but I want to give you a break now, so that you can consider a little, and calm down, before we start again.”

“Oh, please, Levi. Just get it over with.”

“No, Kendra. Think about how bad a choice it was to go drinking yesterday. You’re not going to have this punishment over with quickly, because the consequences of that choice could have gone on for a very, very long time. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” Kendra said miserably. Then, more slowly, Levi began to whip her again, criss-crossing the marks he had already made, and making sure, with the slow pace, that she would fully grasp that he wanted to make her punishment last.

Kendra was sobbing quietly by the time Levi stopped whipping her. He put down the belt and stroked her hair, then her back, letting her calm down a little. When he saw that her nose was running, he got a tissue and held it in front of her face, saying “Blow,” the way one would to a child. She laughed a little at that, even through her tears, and after she blew her nose, he put the tissue in wastepaper basket.

Then he got the enema bulb and the lube. He filled the red rubber bulb with warm water at the sink, and affixed the tip.

As he lubed Kendra’s little ring, he said, “I want you to think about why I’m disciplining you this way, Kendra. How does it feel to be told you’re having an enema as a punishment?”

“Embarrassing,” Kendra managed weakly, in the direction of the white-tiled floor of the bathroom.

“Why, sweetheart?” Slowly and gently, Levi began to push the white plastic tip of the bulb into the tiny opening between Kendra’s punished bottom cheeks.

Kendra gasped, “Because… oh, God, Levi… because you’re putting it in such a private place?”

“That’s right, sweetheart. I’m disciplining you here, and showing you that a girl who makes such poor choices loses her right to privacy, when the time comes to learn her lesson.”

Gently and steadily, Levi squeezed the red rubber bulb. Kendra instantly started to buck against the ropes, at the feeling of the water flowing into her anus. Her bottom surged around the bulb, and Levi felt himself getting very turned on in spite of himself at dominating her this way. The sound of the water flowing through the tip and into Kendra’s bottom was just audible over Kendra’s whimpers.

“Oh, God. Please take it out, Levi. I’m so sorry… I made a terrible choice, but please don’t do this… it’s so humiliating.” Her little bottom clenched around the bulb, and she seemed to be trying to expel the tip, but Levi held it there firmly.

“No, Kendra. It stays in. You’re getting what you deserve, sweetheart.” He kept squeezing the bulb.

“Oh, Levi!” Kendra wailed, when she had received about half the water in the bulb.

“Hush now, Kendra, and take your punishment,” Levi said, even more aroused now by her resistance, and thinking how much he would love someday soon to put his cock where the enema bulb now invaded his lovely girl.

Kendra’s whimpers grew in intensity as Levi emptied the full bulb into her bottom. He withdrew the tip and went to wash it in the sink, saying, “You’ll stay like that for a few minutes, sweetheart, to consider how you got here. Then I’ll untie you, and take you to the toilet and stay with you while you release your enema.”

“Oh, God… Levi… no, please.” Levi could hear in her voice the counterpart of his own arousal, but it seemed to him that Kendra’s submissive tone carried in it the acknowledgment that she wanted to please him, and to let him take care of her the way he knew she needed. In confessing her arousal, with the passion in her voice, Kendra told Levi that she accepted his care, and would take responsibility for her choices, because she loved Levi and Levi loved her.

He stood up and went to the tub, and started the warm water running into it. He put in some bubble bath he had bought for Kendra earlier in the week.

Behind him, Kendra wailed, “Levi, I’m so sorry. I love you. May I please go to the toilet?”

Levi turned around. Kendra was looking up at him from where she lay tied over the bench, with a very contrite expression on her face.

“Not yet,” he said. “That’s my decision to make, sweetheart.” Deliberately, he turned back to the tub, and stirred the water to raise bubbles. He heard Kendra give a little sob of shame and discomfort behind him. “Please?” she wailed.

“No,” he said. “Not yet.” He stirred the water for a little while longer, then turned and rose, and went to untie his beautiful girl. There were beautiful shibari rope-marks on her wrists and on her ankles when he had unwound the rope, and he rubbed them to help ease the sensation for her. Really, he hoped they would have a lot of fun with this kind of bondage in times to come, but this was her first time, and even though it was a punishment, he wanted to be sure she didn’t fear being tied up.

Kendra wept quietly as he untied her. When he had finished, he helped her up, put his arm around her waist, and guided her to the toilet as she whimpered at the feeling of the enema filling her bottom. She sat on the toilet, looking up into his face. “Hold my hand,” she asked, stretching her left hand out. Enchanted, Levi took it in his right. Kendra gripped his fingers tightly and closed her eyes. She scrunched up her face and turned bright red as the embarrassing sounds came from below.

It felt to Levi like discipline, but it also felt like an intimacy that went deeper than anything they had yet known as a couple.
How strange
, he thought,
that something most people find so shameful could be such a loving moment.

After she had wiped, he led her to the tub, which was now full of warm bubbly water.

Kendra looked at it and smiled. The smile seemed to make Levi’s chest expand, and he felt himself smile back. He couldn’t help himself: he took Kendra in his arms, absolutely possessed with love of her and the will to keep her safe. He put his right hand down and gently took her bottom in his big palm.

Kendra made a tiny inarticulate sound in her throat, and snuggled her cheek into the cotton of Levi’s T-shirt. She whispered, “You’re going to… take me there, right? Soon?”

Levi chuckled and said, a little surprised, “Do you want me to, sweetheart? It will hurt a little, at first, probably.”

“I know,” Kendra whispered back. “But… I kind of want it to. I want to show you how much I love the way you discipline me… back there.”

Levi rubbed her punished cheeks, and she whimpered. He put his middle finger in the little valley, and probed her anus gently. Kendra sighed. “Soon?” she said.

“Soon,” Levi replied. “But not now. Now’s the time for me to take care of you. Hop in the tub. I’m going to wash you.”