“That’s almost like a challenge, Doc.”

“Haha. Eat your supper.”

“With what? I don’t have a fork.” I started to get up to get one, but was pushed back down.

“I will get you one.”

I sighed.

“You seem to have a problem, Meredith. You sigh and groan a lot. Perhaps I should give you a complete checkup to see if it‘s something physical”, the doc said as he handed me a fork and sat down.

“Very funny, Doc.”

After a few bites, Dr Richards said “These eggs are really good. You were right.”

“Told ya, Doc.”

He got up. “I’ll go get your second Gatorade.”

“It’s okay. I feel better now.”

“You still look a little pale. I want to make sure you replace your electrolytes.”

He was back in a moment and I drank half the bottle at once. The doc sat down and resumed his meal. After a couple minutes, he asked “Meredith, why do you keep your milk in glass jars?”

I looked at him, puzzled.

“Most people leave it in the cartons or bags.”

“I don’t get it in cartons or bags, it’s from Karen’s cows.”

“Please don’t tell me you are drinking unpasteurized milk!”

“Geez, Doc - relax! How many unhealthy farmers do you see?” I got up from my chair and gingerly headed for the fridge. The pain was being really annoying.

“What are you doing?” he asked as he started after me.

“Getting a glass of milk. Now, YOU sit down, I can get my own!” He sat down in shock. I poured two glasses of milk, went back to the table and handed him one. “Try it before you knock it.” I sat down and took a drink of mine.

He looked at his glass like it was an alien or something. Finally, he took a sip. Then another. Then he took a full drink. “I hate to admit it, Meredith, but this is good.”

“See? And it’s very fresh, Karen brought it over yesterday. Obviously, I can’t keep it around as long as pasteurized, but I rarely have to throw any out as I run out before it goes bad.”

We finished our eggs and I got up to clear the table. “No, you don’t. Back to bed!” was the order. “Remember the deal?”

“I didn’t make any deal, Doc.”

“I don’t know what I am going to do with you. Out of the kitchen. Now!”

I turned toward the hall, and felt a slap on my bottom as I headed out of the kitchen. He was right behind me. I turned around. “What was that for?”

“For acting like a brat”, was the reply. He put his hands on my shoulders, turned me around to face the bedroom and gave me another slap on the butt. They weren’t hard slaps, I’m sure he was being aware of my red arse from the spanking he had given me earlier. “Do you need to use the bathroom before you get into bed?”

“Yes.” I walked down the hall with my hand on my side. After brushing my teeth and relieving myself, I went into the bedroom. The doc was sitting on the bed. I could see a syringe and vial on the bedside stand. “What’s that for?” I asked.

“Pain medication. We got sidetracked with other things and I never got your pills for you. I saw how tenderly you are walking. This will work faster. What’s your number?”

“What was it last time?”

“Why do you need to know? You aren’t thinking of minimizing it, are you?”

“Would I do that, Doc?”

“Yes, you would.” He had me there, I would.

“It’s 8.”

“I’ve never seen you give that high a number. 7 is the highest you’ve admitted to. Into bed, hon.” He got up and I crawled in. “On your left side, please.”

I turned on my side, and he pulled my nightgown up. He took a swab out of its packet and wiped my right hip. I felt the prick of the needle as it went in. When he was done, he pulled the covers up over me and sat back down on the bed, facing me. I rolled over on to my right side. “Thanks, Doc.”

“You’re welcome, hon. It will take a few minutes to work and will make you sleepy, too. I’ll clean up the kitchen and maybe read a bit before calling it a night. I’ll try to be quiet coming in later, I’ll sleep on that love seat over there”. The love seat was on the opposite wall. It had a pullout bed and was handy the occasional time I had a house full of overnight guests. “Do you have an extra blanket and pillow?”

“There’s bedding in the linen closet in the hall. The love seat pulls out into a bed, Doc. It’s a lot more comfortable than leaving it as it is. Or you can have one of the guest bedrooms upstairs.”

“I want to be here with you in case you need anything. I’ll be okay on it.”

“Doc, pull it out, trust me it’s a lot more comfy. And please make yourself at home. Anything you want or need, just ask. Or go searching if you don’t want to wake me up.”

“Thanks, hon. Now you close your eyes and go to sleep. I will be waking you up in a few hours to take your temperature.”

“Doc, my sunburn. It’s really starting to sting.”

“I’m so sorry, hon!” he exclaimed. “I forgot all about that. Your arms are covered by the nightgown, so not visible. Do you have some Solarcaine?”

“No, I don’t use that stuff. There’s a bottle of vinegar in the pantry. Can you bring that and a clean washcloth?” I knew if I tried to get out of bed, I’d piss him off.

“What for?”

“For my sunburn, silly.”

“You’re going to put vinegar on it??”

“Yes, it takes the sting right out.”

The doc shook his head as he got up. He came back with my vinegar and cloth. “Roll your sleeves up, hon. How do I do this?”

“Pour some vinegar on the washcloth and dab my arms with it.” Pretty soon I was smelling like a pickle, but the sting had gone out of the sunburn. The doc got up and turned off the light. There was now just the light from the hallway. He sat back down on the bed but this time up by my pillow and facing the foot of the bed.

“Ok, Meredith, go to sleep now”, he said almost in a whisper as he stroked my hair. “Before you know it, I will be waking you up for the temp. Is the shot working yet?”

“Yes”, I mumbled. Not only had it reduced my pain, it was making me sleepy.

“Good.”

He kept stroking my hair and I thought as I drifted off “Whoever Ms Hottie is, she is one lucky lady when he finally gets up the courage to ask her out.”

Next thing I knew, I was hearing the doc’s voice again. “Hon, wake up. I need to take your temp.” I groaned. “Turn over on your left side.”

Reluctantly, I rolled over and noticed Jessie was not on the bed. “Where’s Jessie?”

“She wanted out, I hope that’s okay.”

“Yes, that’s fine. Thanks for putting her out, Doc.”

He lifted the covers and I felt my nightgown being pulled up, my cheeks parted and the cold lube being applied. The thermometer was inserted next. He sat there rubbing my hip as we waited the required 3 minutes.

“How’s your pain, hon?”

“It’s okay.”

“That’s not an answer. What number?”

I thought a moment. My mind was a bit fuzzy from not being fully awake. “About 5.”

“That is not ‘okay’.”

“It’s a lot better than it was.”

“It’s still not okay. Where are those pills I prescribed a couple months ago?”

“In the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.”

“I will get you a couple before you go back to sleep.”

When the 3 minutes were up, the doctor took the thermometer out and read it. “36.0, you’re still a little low, hon.”

“Nah, that’s normal for me, Doc. I run a little low.”

“Oh, okay. That makes me feel better. I’ll get your pills in a sec, after I clean up here. And I’ll let Jessie in.”

A couple minutes later, Jessie came running into the bedroom and took her place on the bed. I am going to have a huge problem if I ever get seriously involved with someone again, I thought. She won’t want to give up sleeping on the bed. Oh well, no real worries about that, anyway. There were no prospects on the horizon.

A minute later, Dr Richards came back into the room. He had my pill bottle in one hand and a glass of water in the other. “Meredith, you’ve hardly taken any of these. I prescribed them for a reason.”

“I don’t like taking pills, Doc. I did take one that day you told me to.”

“Have you taken any since then?”

“No.”

The doc sighed. “What am I going to do with you, Meredith?”

“Didn’t you already ask me that?”

“I’ve wanted to ask you that a lot lately.”

“You could always spank me, Doc.”

“Don’t tempt me, Lady. Now, take your pills.” He handed me the bottle. I opened it and shook one out into my hand. “Two”, Doc ordered. With a sigh, I shook another one out and popped them into my mouth. I took the glass of water from him and swallowed the medication.

“Ok, back to sleep, hon.” I layed down and he pulled the covers up over me. He was doing that a lot tonight.

“Where are you sleeping, Doc?”

“I haven’t slept yet”, he said with a yawn. “Got reading a medical journal I had in my bag and forgot about the time.”

“Well, it’s after 3am, I doubt you want to be making a bed up now. Go upstairs and crash in one of the guest bedrooms.”

“I want to be down here with you, in case you need me for anything - and to make sure you stay in bed. I’ll get a blanket and sleep on the love seat.”

“Doc, trust me - you don’t want to do that. Here, I’ll help you make the bed up, if you insist on sleeping in here.” I started to pull my covers off, but was stopped by his hand clamping down on my wrist.

“No, you will not. You will stay right here.”

“Geez, Doc…” I tried to get out of bed anyway, but he grabbed my other wrist with his free hand, and held me down.

“Don’t ‘Geez, Doc’ me, Missy. You get out of this bed one more time, unless it’s to go to the bathroom, and I will give you a spanking like none you’ve ever had before.” His tone told me he was dead serious. I fell back onto my pillow. “Now, I am going to get a blanket and pillow out of your linen closet. I expect you to still be in bed when I get back.”

He left the room and I layed there stewing. This was *my* house, why was I letting someone tell me what to do? I threw back the covers and got out of bed. And fucked if I’ll let him spank me again. The nerve of him! I went over to the love seat and took the cushions off. Just as I was pulling the bed out, I heard an angry voice.

“What the hell are you doing?”

I turned around, “Getting the bed out for you! You don’t get to tell me what to do in my own home! We are not in your clinic!”

We stood there in silence, glaring at each other. Suddenly, he grabbed me around the waist, picked me up and carried me the few steps to the bed. He sat down and put me across his knee. I struggled to get free, to no avail. Jessie stood up on the bed and growled. “Down, Jessie.“ I commanded. She got off the bed. “Go lay down.“ She jumped up on the half pulled out love seat mattress and layed down. “Stay.“ I knew what was coming and did not want to chance her attacking the doc in defense of me.

“Doc, you might want to let me put her out of the room”, I said.

“You seem to have her under good control. I’m not letting you up until I’m finished.” He pulled my nightgown up to above my rear end . I felt his hand come down hard on my fanny. *thwack!* I flinched and braced myself for the next smack. *thwack!* *thwack!* *thwack!* The blows came in quick succession and they were as hard as the first one. My eyes were brimming with tears but fucked if I was going to let him know it hurt. Finally, after what seemed like a million slaps, he stopped. The tears were now streaming down my face. “You can get up now, that is if you have learned your lesson and will now stay in bed.” I got up and realized I was wet. WTF????

I started toward the hall. “Where are you going?”

“I have to pee.” I walked out of the bedroom as fast as I could, went to the bathroom and closed and locked the door. I didn’t really have to pee, but I had to get away from him for a few minutes and cool down. I was pissed off as all get-out. And confused about being wet. I sat down on the toilet and bent over. My pain was increasing. The pills seemed to be having no effect. I was nauseous and realized I was going to vomit. I got up, turned around and lifted the toilet seat. After a couple heaves, I thought oh crap, he’s gonna hear me so I reached over and turned the tap on.

When I was done, I rinsed my mouth out and washed my face with a cool cloth. Then I sat down on the toilet again and had a pee, using more toilet paper than usual to wipe myself. I made sure I had completely cleaned up before leaving the bathroom. Walking back into the bedroom, I saw it was empty. Where was he? Then I heard him coming down the hall.

“I heard you throwing up and went to see if I could find any Gravol. I don‘t have any in my bag.”

“It’s in the medicine cabinet along with a couple needles. I use injectable as I’d just throw up pills.”

“How often do you need it?”

“Not often. Occasionally.”

“Go to bed and I will be in in a moment.”

I got into bed and the doc was back almost right away. “Stay on your right side, hon.” He took another packet containing a swab out of his bag and pushed my nightgown up. He wiped my hip with the sterile swab. “Needle going in now, hon”, then “I’m done, now on your tummy, please.”

“Why?”

I want to see your bottom. I turned over. He lifted my nightgown up a bit more. “You’re quite red, hon.”

“Gee, I wonder why, Doc.”

Ignoring my sarcasm, he got out the tube of cream and applied it to my butt. He was trying to be gentle, but it still hurt.

“Do you throw up because of pain, dear?”

“Sometimes.”

“You are in considerable pain tonight, aren’t you?”

“A little.”

“Bovine excrement. It’s a lot. You probably threw up the pills. I can’t give you another shot of pain medicine for a few more hours.” He finished applying the cream and pulled my nightgown back down. I turned onto my right side. “Here, hon”, he said as he handed me the bottle. “Take a couple.”

“Can I do that?” I asked.

“Yes. I’m sure you must have thrown up the ones you took.” He handed me the water glass. When I was done, he took the glass and pill bottle from me, then tucked me in yet again. Then he got the pillow and blanket he’d gotten from the hall closet and sat at the head of my bed with the pillow behind him. He put the blanket over his legs and brushed some hair from my face.

“Doc, that’s got to be an uncomfortable way to sleep.”

“I will be fine. I’m too tired to make up the bed you halfway pulled out.”

“Why did you spank me so hard? That wasn’t kinda playful like the first one.”

“I didn’t know how else to get through to you that you need to stay in bed. I care about you, sweetie, and I can’t stand seeing you in such pain and doing things that might harm you. If the cyst ruptures or the ovary twists, you will be in a lot more pain than you are now and you will need emergency surgery.”

I put my left hand on his knee. “Doc, you need to ask that lady out. She’s very lucky to have you interested in her.”

“I wish she knew how much I care for her.”

“Well, tell her!”

“I’ve tried to but she doesn’t seem to catch on.”

“Maybe you have to spell it out for her, Doc.” I looked up at him. He shook his head and sighed.

“Get to sleep, hon. We’ve both had a long night.”

I felt myself drifting off to sleep, once again with the doc stroking my hair. Before I was completely gone, I thought I heard him say in a very quiet voice “I know that spanking made you wet.”