Liam, with a concerned frown etched on his face, approached the bed where a petulant Chloe lay, bundled under the covers.

"Chloe, sweetheart, you've been looking a bit flushed all morning," Liam began, a large, silver rectal thermometer glinting in his hand. "I think we need to check your temperature. Rectally."

Chloe's eyes, previously half-closed, snapped open. "No! Absolutely not! Liam, no!" Her voice, usually soft and breathy in their dynamic, was now sharp with protest. She tried to pull the covers higher, as if they could shield her from the inevitable.

Liam sighed, a practiced, patient sound. "Now, Chloe, we've talked about this. When you're not feeling well, we take proper care. And a rectal temperature is the most accurate." He held up the offending instrument. It did look rather… substantial.

"But it's huge! I don't want it! I'm not doing it!" She bucked slightly, a clear sign of rebellion.

"Chloe," Liam's voice dropped, taking on a firmer edge. "Are we going to do this the easy way, or the spanking way? Diaper position, now."

A whimper escaped her lips. She hated spankings, especially when she was already feeling vulnerable. With a huff that ruffled the duvet, she reluctantly rolled onto her back, drawing her knees up and pushing her ankles wide, presenting herself in the "diaper position." Her face was scrunched up, a mixture of embarrassment and indignation.

"Good girl," Liam murmured, moving between her legs. He squirted a generous dollop of lubricant onto the tip of the thermometer. "Just a little pressure, sweetheart. Deep breath."

Chloe squeezed her eyes shut, a soft cry escaping as she felt the cool, lubed tip against her. "Ugh! It's going in! Oh my god!"

Liam, with a gentle but firm hand, slowly pressed it inward. "Almost there… just a little more, Chloe. Relax for me."

She tensed, every muscle in her body screaming defiance, but the thermometer continued its slow, inexorable journey. "Hmph!" she grunted, a tiny sob catching in her throat as it finally slid fully inside.

"There we go," Liam said calmly, holding it in place for the required minute. "See? Not so bad, was it?"

The moment he pulled it out, Chloe practically launched her legs down, pulling her knees to her chest and trying to make herself as small as possible. She quickly packed herself away under the covers, mortified.

Liam, meanwhile, was squinting at the digital display. "Hmm. 101.5. Well, that explains why you're feeling so miserable, little one." He gave a fake, dramatic sigh. "And unfortunately, with a fever like that, we can't just leave it. Looks like we'll need to give you some medication." He paused, then his eyes twinkled mischievously. "And I'm so, so sorry, baby, but it looks like we'll need the suppositories."

Chloe shot up, her eyes wide with renewed horror. "No! You did not just say that! Liam, no! I am not having those! You said just the thermometer!"

"Ah, but that was before we knew you had a fever, my dear," Liam said, holding up two foil-wrapped suppositories, which indeed looked quite substantial. "Rules change when health is involved." He tried to gently prise her legs back into position. "Come on, Chloe, legs up."

But Chloe was having none of it. She thrashed, keeping her legs firmly clamped together. "No! I won't! I already did the thermometer! That's enough! Leave me alone!"

Liam sighed again, this time a more resigned sound. "Right. This isn't going to work with just me." He stood up. "Stay right there, Chloe. Don't move a muscle." He left the room, leaving Chloe simmering in a mixture of fear and fury.

Mere seconds later, the door opened again and a booming, good-natured laugh filled the room. "Well, well, what's all this fuss about?" It was Marcus, their other Dom, a broad grin on his face. "Someone's being a little brat, I hear?"

Liam re-entered, carrying a small bottle of lube and a mischievous glint in his eye. "She's fighting her meds, Marcus. Needs some reinforcement to stay still."

Marcus chuckled. "Oh, is that all? Come on, Chloe-bug, it'll be quick and easy. Just like ripping off a tiny band-aid."

Chloe, however, saw her chance. With a sudden burst of energy, she scrambled off the bed and made a dash for the door. But Marcus was faster. In two swift strides, he intercepted her, scooping her up effortlessly. She let out a surprised yelp as he held her flush against his broad chest, her struggles doing nothing against his strength.

"Nuh-uh, not so fast, little rebel," Marcus rumbled, his chest vibrating with suppressed laughter. He sat down on the bed, still holding Chloe securely on his lap. Then, with an easy reach, he hooked his fingers behind her knees and pulled her legs gently but firmly apart, bringing them back up and splaying them.

"That's better," Liam commented, holding out the suppositories.

Chloe's struggles ceased, replaced by a fresh wave of tears and a deep blush that spread across her face. Held so openly, so helplessly, by Marcus, she felt even more exposed, even more embarrassed.

"Alright, little one," Liam said, uncapping the lube. "This is a special one, just for you." He squeezed a generous amount onto his finger. A sharp, minty scent immediately filled the air. "This is our 'no clenching' lube, and a little punishment for being so bratty." He spread it around her entrance, and Chloe gasped, the cold, tingling sensation making her clench involuntarily, only to find it seemed to loosen her instead.

"No! Stop! It stings!" she cried, squirming against Marcus but unable to move.

Liam ignored her protests, picking up the first suppository. With a swift, firm motion, he shoved it in. Chloe let out a choked sob, her body tensing violently. Liam pushed it in with his whole finger, ensuring it was deep enough.

"Good girl," Marcus cooed, rubbing her back soothingly, though his eyes sparkled with amusement. "Just one more, almost done."

Liam grabbed the second one. Chloe was still crying, trying desperately to push out the first one, an unintentional movement that actually made it easier for Liam to insert the second.

"Ah-ah-ah," Marcus tutted, noticing her efforts. "Trying to push them out, are we? That's not very good, Chloe-bug. Liam, I think we need to make sure those stay put. Don't we have something that can help with that?"

Liam's eyes lit up. "Excellent idea, Marcus." He reached for the large rectal thermometer he'd used earlier, wiping it clean.

Chloe's eyes widened in terror. "No! Not that! Please, no!" She bucked even harder, but Marcus's grip was unwavering.

Liam applied more of the minty lube to the thermometer. "Just making sure they're nice and settled, baby girl," he said, with a mock-sweet voice. He then inserted the large thermometer, twirling it slightly as he pushed it in deeper, making sure it cleared the suppositories and pushed them further up. He then pulled it out slightly, then pushed it back in, repeating the motion, in and out, ensuring the suppositories were well past her reach.

Chloe was sobbing uncontrollably now, her face buried in Marcus's chest, her body writhing in silent protest. "Please… stop… please…"

"Be a good girl, Chloe," Liam instructed, his voice low and firm. "Or it will only get worse, understand?"

"We're just helping you feel better, sweet pea," Marcus added, his voice laced with teasing. "See how much easier this is when you cooperate?"

Slowly, her sobs lessened, turning into quiet whimpers. The humiliation was overwhelming, but the fight had left her.

"There we go," Marcus said, patting her back. "Much better. And you know, Liam," he mused, looking down at Chloe's flushed face, "she's looking mighty wet down here. Maybe we should check her vaginal temperature too? Just for good measure."

Chloe stiffened instantly. "No! I'm not! I'm not wet! Please, no!"

Liam's grin spread. "Excellent idea, Marcus. Can't be too careful." He pulled the rectal thermometer out completely, wiped it down thoroughly, and then, without further warning, pushed it firmly into her vagina, pulling it in and out, making Chloe squirm anew.

Just as Chloe thought she couldn't take any more, Marcus reached for something on the side table. It was her vibrator. He switched it on, and the buzzing sound filled the room. Without a word, he pressed it, hard, against her clit.

Chloe shrieked, her back arching instantly. "Ah! Stop! Oh my god!"

"What's wrong, Chloe?" Liam asked, feigning innocence. "You can take it, can't you? You're a good girl, aren't you?"

"Yes! I'm a good girl! Please!" Her protests were mixed with gasps as the powerful vibrations sent waves of intense pleasure-pain through her.

They didn't let up. The first orgasm hit her with a full-body tremor and a choked cry.

"Good girl," Marcus murmured, keeping the vibrator firmly in place. "One more, baby. You can do it."

Chloe was panting, tears streaming down her face, her body still bucking with residual aftershocks. "I can't! No more! Please!"

"You know," Marcus said, his voice thoughtful, "with all this excitement, maybe a third suppository for good measure wouldn't hurt?"

Chloe's eyes snapped open again, wide with disbelief. "What?! No! You said only two! You said!"

Liam burst out laughing. "Well, baby, now we say three! Rules change. Remember?" He reached for another suppository, his movements unhurried. He then shoved it in, followed by the thermometer, pushing them both deep inside, while Marcus pressed the vibrator down even harder.

Chloe screamed, a raw, desperate sound, as her body was assaulted from all sides. "I can't cum anymore! Please! No! I can't!"

"Just one more, Chloe," Liam encouraged, "for us. Then we're done."

Finally, after another wrenching, tear-soaked climax, they ceased their ministrations. Liam pulled the thermometer out, and Marcus turned off the vibrator. They gently shifted her off his lap and onto the bed.

"See?" Liam said, with a triumphant smile. "That wasn't so bad, was it? All tucked in and medicated."

"And your cute little butt is probably feeling much better now," Marcus added, giving her a playful tap on her backside. "Next time, be a good girl from the start, okay?"

Chloe lay there, a sobbing, humiliated mess, but deep down, a flicker of something else—a strange mix of relief and exhaustion—began to settle in. She just wanted to disappear.