Carrie's jaw dropped and her eyes pleaded with Devin, but she knew it was no use. Reluctantly, she turned to her left side, her back to him. He lifted the blanket to uncover her bare bottom. She barely even cared about the exposure anymore.

Before beginning, he placed a reassuring hand on her hip. "Carrie, you know I'm doing this for your own good, don't you?" he said.

She nodded. "Yes," she replied meekly.

"Good." He lubricated his finger, then spread her cheeks with his left hand. "All right," he said, "just relax. It's not going to hurt." He slowly inserted his finger into her rectum as far as it would go. She whimpered softly. "You're okay," he assured her. As he twisted his finger back and forth, she could feel it curling against her insides. She was surprised, and a little bit embarrassed, to find that she didn't completely hate the sensation. She felt her face flush. "Okay," he said, as he extracted his finger from her.

Hearing him remove his gloves, she made a move to cover herself with the blanket. "Wait," he said, placing a hand on her hip. "You're not done yet." No longer feeling the need to argue or question him, she simply placed her arm back on the mattress in front of her. Firmly holding her down by the hip, he said, "I'm sorry I have to do this, Carrie, but again it's for your own good." Before she had time to react to his statement, she felt the sharp sting of the palm side of his hand meeting her backside.

Her jaw dropped and she gasped silently, but she didn't move. "That one was for lying about how bad your headache was when we were downstairs," he told her. His hand made contact again. "That was for not taking care of yourself all these years." A third strike. "And that," he said, "was for being so uncooperative earlier."

Her hand covered her mouth. Had he seriously just spanked her? And why was she not completely flipping out on him for it?

He pulled the blanket back over her, then gently rolled her hips to make her turn onto her back. She looked up at him but didn't say anything. "Are you going to take better care of yourself from now on?" he asked admonishingly. She just nodded. "Good." His strict demeanor instantly faded as he took her hand and placed his other hand behind her neck to help her sit up. She swung her legs off the side of the bed and sat facing him, looking into his eyes but still unable to speak.

She wasn't angry or upset. She was flustered. While she had started out annoyed with Devin for his insistence on examining her, she was now feeling something quite different. His examination of her most intimate areas, his taking control when he'd had enough of her protests, and even the spanking, had left her feeling more strongly attracted to him than ever before. How did this happen? She didn't like doctors – the real reason she had avoided regular exams. And since when did she allow anyone to dominate her like that, let alone enjoy it?

As they sat facing one another, he gently rested his hands on her knees, a gesture that made her heart skip a beat. "You're lucky," he said. "In spite of having virtually no medical care for the past fifteen years, you seem perfectly healthy." She lowered her eyes, to which he responded by lifting her chin. "I know you don't like being examined. But it's important." She nodded. Standing up, he said, "It's getting late. Let me clean up, and then you should get some rest. We'll talk in the morning."

"Okay," she said softly.