Emma loved her home, she took so much pride in decorating, keeping it clean, and having friends over. Her job was less exciting, waitressing at a local sports bar, but she liked meeting new people even if balancing trays was not her strong suit. She had moved to her husband’s town after they got married at only 20. He was studying to be a physicians assistant, with just a few months left in his training.

Emma had been picking up extra shifts since two of the other waitstaff were off sick. She didn’t mind, but was starting to miss having weekends off for hosting brunches and going on hikes, and had worked 10 days in a row to cover. So when she was asked to make her shift a double, she told the manager she couldn’t that day as she was too tired from the day before. Instead, she went home and had a hot, relaxing bath and a glass of wine, ignoring the dishes in the sink for just one evening.

When Chris came home to his wife in asleep on the couch, a messy kitchen, he became worried. “Babe?” He gently shook her shoulder and turned off the TV. “Are you ok? Why are you asleep on the couch?”

“Oh, I guess I fell asleep for a minute watching the movie. I’m tired from work.” He placed a hand on her forehead and frowned.

“You feel warm, I think you might have a fever.” He started to look at her concerned. Emma rolled her eyes “No need to go into medical mode, I just had a hot bath. Because I was tired from all the extra shifts! You know some of the girls are off sick.”

“Yes, I know there’s a bad flu going around. And that’s what I’m worried about. I’ll call the doctor to see if they have any availability for tonight.”

“No! No. I’m fine. I don’t feel sick, just tired from the extra work.” Emma hated anything medical, especially from her husband. He was very… overzealous when he thought there could be something wrong with her. Emma didn’t like being poked and prodded, even by him, it was so invasive.

“Ok. How about I take your temperature, and if it’s normal then you can just go to bed. If it’s high, we’ll get the doctor to have a look.” Chris didn’t wait for Emma to agree or disagree, but went into the bedroom to get his medical bag. Emma wouldn’t have agreed, but knew it wasn’t really an option and figured her temperature would be normal anyway. As Chris came back, she was pulling her blonde hair into a ponytail and obediently opened her mouth.

“Oh honey, we want a very accurate temp.” He sat beside her on the couch and put his bag down beside him, pulling the thermometer case from it. “We’ll take a rectal temp to see how tonight is going to go.”

Emma’s face went red, with anger and embarrassment. “No! No way. You can do it normally or I’ll just go to bed.” She slid away from him on the couch and stubbornly crossed her arms. “Emma,” his voice was soft but firm, “if you want me to not call the doctor this is what’s going to happen. If you prefer, we can go into the office and let the doctor take your temperature however they think is best.”

Emma had only ever had her doctor take her temperature in her ear or mouth, but really wanted to avoid getting anyone else involved. Chris watched as she deliberated silently, eventually unfolding her arms. Chris smiled, knowing that was as close as she would get to admitting her was right, and gently pulled her over his lap with a cushion over his knees to further elevate her behind. He lowered her pink shorts to mid thigh, admiring her white panties with little butterflies before lowering those as well. Her tan cheeks looked perfect over his lap, but he focused on lubricating the thermometer.

“This will be a little cold, just relax and it will be more comfortable.” Emma didn’t feel comfortable at all, and yelped as the thermometer slid into her. She hid her face in her hands as Chris stroked her back and thighs, trying to comfort her. After four minutes of stubborn silence, a beep let Chris remove the thermometer. Emma breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pulled back up her shorts and panties.

“Emma,” Chris sounded concerned, still holding the thermometer. “Your temp is a little bit too high, just about 100.” Emma stared blankly at him for a second before starting to protest, blaming the bath, the wine, the heat outside. But Chris was already on the phone, walking into the kitchen as he started calling the office. Emma squirmed on the couch, still uncomfortable from the thermometer. She had never engaged in any anal play, with her husband or anyone else, and never even had a rectal exam at her doctor’s office. The only previous time something had been up there was during her honeymoon, when Chris was afraid she’d got food poisoning and had taken her temperature that way.

Chris came back in and looked at Emma on the couch, just in a small tank top and shorts. She looked pretty, although flushed. “Why don’t you go upstairs to bed for a bit of a rest honey.” Emma smiled, assuming that meant no doctors appointment was available, or even better the doctor had told him there was nothing to worry about. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek as she disappeared upstairs. She crawled into bed without even changing. Emma slept as Chris washed dishes.

Not long later, Chris answered a knock on the door. “Dr Shaw! Thank you for coming.”

The doctor smiled and stepped inside. “Of course Chris, you’ve been so helpful at the clinic I’m glad I can repay it.” The doctor was dressed smartly, dark sleek trousers and a blue long sleeve top that accentuated each curve, her dark hair pulled into a low bun. “Why don’t you tell me more about what’s going on?”

Dr Shaw listened as Chris explained Emma’s tiredness and temperature, and how the flu had been going around her work. Dr Shaw nodded, agreeing it would be good to make sure nothing serious was wrong. Following Chris upstairs, carrying a large bag, she let Chris enter the bedroom first, waiting to be called from outside.

Emma woke up to Chris pulling back the covers. “Coming to bed too?” She asked, still mostly asleep. “No, Emma can you sit up for me? The doctor is here to see you.” Emma, suddenly very awake, shot up.

“What do you mean the doctor is here? Why!” She whined. Chris sat next to her on the bed and rubbed her lower back. “I told you, if you had a fever we needed a doctor to take a look. I thought a house call would be more comfortable for you than an office visit.”

Emma frowned “I didn’t even know Dr Smith does house calls…”

“Oh,” Chris answered, surprised. “I didn’t call Dr Smith. I called Dr Shaw, one of the doctors I have been working with for my placements.” Emma was furious. She knew Chris had always hated Dr Smith, saying he was not through enough, but Emma preferred having a doctor who didn’t require yearly check ups or run too many tests.

“Now Emma,” Chris could sense an argument starting, “the doctor is right outside this door, and I know you will be good, do what you’re told, I don’t want to be embarrassed. Dr Shaw is a very good doctor, and your health is very important.”

Emma didn’t see a way out of this one. She sat sulking silently as Chris opened the door and introduced the pair to each other. Emma was surprised Dr Shaw was a woman, when Chris had spoken about his colleagues she had never thought to ask. Dr Shaw gave Emma a friendly smile and shook her hand, all while Emma tried to seem polite. “Chris has told me that you’re not feeling very well Emma, can you tell me what’s going on?”

“Oh he’s just worrying about nothing” Emma explained. “I’ve been picking up extra shifts and felt tired. I guess my hot bath made my temperature a little higher than normal so…” Emma hoped that explanation would work better with the doctor than it had with Chris.

Setting down the large bag at the foot of the bed, the doctor gave Emma a reassuring smile. “Ok, well why don’t I do a quick check, we can retake your temperature to make sure it is coming down, and there will be no need for anyone to worry.” As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves to the elbow and started to take Emmas pulse. Emma didn’t remember agreeing, but didn’t know how to object without being unreasonable.

Next the doctor pressed around her neck, making small circles along her jaw and collarbones. Emma squirmed a little, and avoided making eye contact, instead glaring at her husband who stood at the end of the bed watching the doctor intently. Emma supposed he was using this as a study session.

The squeeze of the blood pressure cuff was uncomfortable but familiar, as were the lights shone in here eyes and ears. When asked, Emma said “ahhhhh” and felt the tongue depressor pull her tongue down and out to give the doctor a good view of her throat. “Ok Emma, remove your shirt and lie down flat. I’m going to have a feel and a listen to your tummy next.”

Emma didn’t understand why she couldn’t just lift her shirt up, but as her bra covered nearly as much of her chest as the top did, she obliged without complaint. Chris came over and took the tank from her hands, folding it nearly on the chair by her vanity. As Emma lay down, the doctor suddenly felt like she was looming over her. Chris sat on the opposite side of the bed to the doctor and took Emmas hand. She gave him a pleading look, begging him to stop this, but he just smiled back at her, rubbing her hand in his.

When Dr Shaw started palpating, Emma squeezed her eyes shut. “Is that painful Emma?” The doctor had been watching her face for signs of discomfort. “It’s ok.” Emma replied meekly, still not opening her eyes. Tapping and pressing continued, followed by the cold stethoscope pausing at several spots on her stomach. “All done there Emma.” The doctor declared. Emma unscrunched her face as the probing finally stopped.

The doctor wasn’t sure whether Emma had been uncomfortable from stomach pains, or from the exam. “Why don’t we recheck your temperature now to see if it’s gone down? It has been over an hour since the last check.” Emma nodded, thinking that once she showed she didn’t have a fever that she would be able to go back to sleep, since she was really exhausted.

As the doctor opened her bag, Chris interjected “Last time was a rectal temp, so it would be best to take it the same way this time, to ensure consistency.” Chris could feel Emma staring daggers into him, but he simply kept stroking her hand as she lay on the bed. “Oh that’s no problem,” Dr Shaw assured them both. “Just flip over and lie on your stomach then Emma.” Dr Shaw approached with gloves, a thermometer, and some lubricant.

Emma didn’t move, staying on her back seemed like the safest thing to do. Her mouth opened and closed, trying to form an objection, but nothing coming out. After a moment, Chris slipped a hand underneath her back and flipped her over. Emma buried her face in the mattress as Chris pulled down her shorts and panties, just as he had done earlier.

Instead of a thermometer, Emma felt the doctors finger spreading cold lubricant over her anus. Her hips jerked in response, and Chris placed a hand firmly on her lower back to prevent more movement. The doctor’s gloved finger poked briefly inside her sphincter, just a centimetre or two, to apply more lubricant. Emma felt the all too familiar feeling of the thermometer being inserted again.

Nobody spoke while the temperature registered, giving Emma nothing to focus on except the thermometer and Chris’s hand, still applying a firm pressure to her back. Emma kept her face hidden, but could feel everyone’s eyes on her bare butt. The beep announcing this ordeal was finished couldn’t have come soon enough. Wordlessly, the doctor removed the thermometer and showed Chris as Emma pulled her panties back up, quickly followed by her shorts. She sat up on the bed, holding an arm across her chest to cover her bra.

“Emma,” Dr Shaw broke the silence. “It looks like you do have a bit of a fever.” Emma’s jaw dropped. Chris nodded along with the doctor, adding “100.5 now, so it’s climbing quite quickly.” Emma didn’t know how to respond, or what this meant was coming next.

“You may have caught the flu going around,” Dr Shaw continued, “but there could be other causes. Have you had any other symptoms?” Emma immediately shook her head. “No, no I feel fine. It’s just been a tiring the last day or so…”

“When was the last time you went to the bathroom honey?” Chris added in. If looks could kill, Emma would have killed him. But she could see the doctor was also waiting to hear her response. “I… I guess I don’t know. I don’t keep track?”

The doctor smiled reassuringly. “Ever have any pain, or trouble when going to the bathroom? Is it common for you to go several days without a bowel movement?” Emma felt her cheeks flush red at the question. “I guess that’s normal for me, it doesn’t hurt of anything though.”

“Well we’ll see if inducing a bowel movement might help you feel better. I have some suppositories that will help with that and the fever, if that is ok with you Emma?” Chris smiled and nodded, urging her to say yes. “Yes, that’s ok with me.” Emma didn’t know what he had agreed to, but trusted Chris.

The doctor fetched more gloves and two foil packets from the bag, while Chris put his arm around Emmas’s shoulders. “Lie back on your tummy, this medicine is administered rectally.”

‘RECTALLY?!’ Emma thought to herself. ‘Why is everyone suddenly obsessed with putting things in my ass?!’

Conscious of the doctor’s presence, she didn’t voice those thoughts, but shook her head at Chris. He sat on the edge of the bed so his feet were on the floor. “Dr Shaw knows best, we don’t take health for granted. Now are you going to comply or do you want me to help you?” Emma didn’t respond, but weighed her options too long. Chris pulled her over his lap, lowering her clothing as he had earlier on the couch. Emma couldn’t be more humiliated, in this childish position, listening to the doctor’s gloves snap.

“It will be over before you know it Emma. Try and relax and it will be less uncomfortable.” The doctor watched Emma’s sphincter tighten and release slightly as she positioned the first suppository at the entrance. “Deep breath in… and exhale…” as Emma exhaled the suppository was pushed inside. The second was quickly placed on the same spot, and with the next deep breath was pushed in, this time followed by the full length of the doctor’s finger.

Emma yelped and tried to jerk away instinctively, but Chris held her back tightly until the finger withdrew. Pulling her panties back up, Chris stroked Emmas hair as she lay pouting over his lap. “You’re all done Emma, I hope that will help you get rid of any symptoms you’re having, at least for tonight. I would recommend staying well hydrated, getting some rest, and checking again tomorrow to see if your temperature has changed at all. If your fever isn’t gone by the morning, why don’t you come and see me at the clinic. We have patients scheduled from 9am, but I’m there from 7:30 so we can give you a little exam then if needed.” The doctor addressed Emma, but Chris agreed on his wife’s behalf. As Emma pulled the bedsheet to cover herself, Chris stood and walked out of the room with Dr Shaw, leaving Emma to mull over the events of that evening.