For most of the day Samantha kept things low key and stayed around the house. When Mark would tell her it was time to take her temperature, she would pull her her yoga pants and panties down and stick her bottom out for the thermometer. Mark would push the thermometer deep inside her and hold it in place until it was ready to be read. He would then pull it out and read it to her. Samantha knew anything over 100 degrees meant another suppository.

Later in the afternoon Sam was feeling better and had more energy. Her last temperature was under 100 and she felt like doing more before the end of the day. She decided to go shopping. Her favorite department store had a sale that was ending today so she put on her jeans, got dressed and set off for the mall. Mark needed to do some shopping too and came with her.

She spent the next few hours in the store looking through the clothes. Mark had finished his shopping on the other side of the mall and met her at the department store. When he arrived she was still in the fitting room trying on clothes. She called out to have him join her in the fitting room so she could get his opinion on some of her choices.

She had just about finished going over the open items with him when she heard a small alarm ring on his phone. He pulled out the phone, looked at it and switched off the alarm.

“What’s that for?” she asked.

“That?” he said. “That is telling me it’s time.”

”Time for what?” She asked.

”It’s time to take your temperature again.” He whispered matter of factly.

Samantha was flabbergasted. “What, here? Now? Oh, honey no.”

”Yes dear” he said. “Here. Now.”

”Are you crazy?” she said in a quiet voice. “Besides there’s nothing here to take it with.”

”Look in your purse” he said.

She opened up her purse. To her shock and surprise she saw her stubby tipped rectal thermometer in a case, a small tube of lubricant and a suppository wrapped in foil.

Again she said, “Are you crazy? What if somebody sees us? What if they hear us?”

“There’s no cameras in here and these stalls are designed for privacy. As for people hearing you, that is up to you. I said we would take your temperature every four hours and I meant it.” He replied.

“But I can tell you this,” he said “if you don’t get your temperature taken now, you will get a spanking. And I can guarantee you, that is something people WILL hear.” “So what will it be? Temperature or a spanking?”

The thought of getting a spanking was bad enough, but the thought of walking out of the dressing room and having everybody around her know that she had gotten a spanking was too much for her.

”Fine.” She said “Take my temperature.”

Mark sat down on the bench and said “OK. Pants and panties down and come over my knee.”

Samantha unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. She then hooked her thumbs around her panties and brought them down just far enough that her entire bottom was exposed. She then got over Mark’s knee muttering to her self “I can’t believe I am doing this.”

One Samantha was over his knee, Mark adjusted her position to give him visibility to his intended target. He shook down the thermometer, applied the lubricant and began to approach Samantha’s bottom. He wrapped his free hand around her hips to hold her in place.

As the thermometer found its way into her bottom, Samantha mustered all of her focus to stay absolutely quiet. She was terrified of being discovered. She knew if somebody opened the door right now they would find her, panties down, over her husband’s knee with a rectal thermometer protruding out of her bottom. There was no way anybody could see anything different. The humiliation would be intense but possibly erotic at the same time. Fortunately, the door was locked but she knew store employees could unlock the doors from the outside.

When the thermometer reached its intended destination inside her rectum, Samantha stayed as silent as the grave. From her vantage point on his lap, she could see the feet of people walking by the dressing room and she dared not given them a reason to come to the door. She was still afraid of being discovered but that fear also led her to feel increasingly aroused by the entire situation. She was so focused on her complex feelings and being quiet that she barely noticed a few minutes later when Mark withdrew the thermometer.

She was about to get up when Mark whispered to her “You’re back up to 101.” He then put his hand on the small of her back to keep her in place. Mark tore open the suppository added the lubricant and began to insert it into his wife’s bottom.

As the suppository began to enter Samantha’s bottom there was a knock at the door. Almost instinctively, Samantha called out “I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Ok thank you,” the attendant on the other side called back “I just wanted to see if you were still in there.”

“Oh yes,” Samantha responded to the attendant as Mark pushed the suppository along with his finder inside her. “I’m just trying to decide on a couple of alternatives.” “Ok sounds good” the attendant replied. “If you’re having trouble deciding, you know you can always take both items home and return the one you decide not to keep.”

“That’s a good idea” Samantha replied. At this point, Mark’s finger was still inside her bottom, holding the suppository in place. “I may have to take you up on that.” With that the attendant walked on and Samantha breathed a sigh of relief to herself.

Mark withdrew his finger from her bottom convinced the suppository would remain in place until it had fully dissolved. Samantha got up, pulled up her panties and jeans. She was incredibly aroused. She was so wet her cotton panties became damp when she put them back on. Fear of being discovered had become a turn on.

As they walked out of the dressing room and back into the main part of the store, Samantha looked around. It was full with people. As she looked around she wondered, did any of them know what just happened? Could they tell? Part of her was sure everybody in the store knew she had been over her husband’s knee, bottom bared for a rectal thermometer and a suppository. When she got in line to pay for the clothes she was still aware of the lubricant still in her bottom and the suppository deep inside of her.

Something had definitely been switched on inside Samantha. She knew that on balance she liked it but wasn’t sure where it would go next.