Her Dominant Doctor (3 page)

Maggie smiled. “Absolutely, Doctor. I was just about to head to the supply closet anyway. I’ll grab an extra blanket and bring it right to her. It’s about time I check her vital signs anyway.”

“Excellent. I’m going to head home now. Please make sure she gets another blanket,” he repeated, “and if anything changes with her status, please call me immediately. I don’t care what time of night it is. I want to be kept fully informed about Ms. O’Reilly’s condition.”

“I certainly will, Doctor,” she confirmed. “I’ll note it for the next shift to check her vitals frequently and contact you if a pattern emerges or the problem persists.”

Realizing that he was acting rather out of character and that the nurse was studying him, Thomas wanted to make a speedy exit. “Have a good night, Maggie. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that final statement, the doctor abruptly turned, walking in the direction of the elevators.

“Good night, Doctor,” her voice carried down the hall.

* * *

Annie had difficulty sleeping that night. She would catnap, but her mind would wander to the encounters she had with her dreamy doctor. She considered her reaction to him, leaving her confused. The desire to talk to him on a personal level was strong. She wanted to learn all about him, finding the man an interesting paradox. He was incredibly attractive and successful, but there was something more with him. She liked being in his presence and listening to him talk, and the contrast between his comforting, empathetic approach and his forceful and demanding tone made her look forward to his visits. She continued to have these erotic thoughts until exhaustion weighed her down.

After some time, Annie was startled awake. Dr. Callahan was standing beside her bed, fury radiating off his body.
Didn’t he just leave my room?
Annie was concerned at the look of anger on his face. “Is… is something wrong, Doctor?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yes, Ms. O’Reilly, there certainly is something wrong. The nurse told me that you have been very difficult, getting out of bed without assistance last night. Is that true?” The anger in his eyes was frightening, the intensity making Annie feel like a child.

“Um… well… I didn’t mean to be difficult. I just wanted to go to the bathroom on my own and the nurses were too busy to come when I needed. I didn’t think there was anything wrong with getting up. I just had to go to the bathroom.” Annie knew her face was scarlet. “I also thought it would speed up my progress so I could go home quicker.”

“Nothing wrong with it?” he asked, incredulous. “Do you not understand that you just had major surgery and your body is just starting to recover? You are not supposed to get out of bed on your own. You are not supposed to get out of bed at all, even with assistance, unless I clear you to do so. I am your doctor and you are required to follow my orders, do you understand, Ms. O’Reilly? I make the decisions and you comply with my directions. That is how it works.”

Annie experienced a strange combination of fear and arousal. His commanding presence and dominant demeanor were a complete turn-on. A delightful shiver of excitement and wanting went through her. Her heart beat erratically. “Y… yes, yes, I understand, Doctor. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“I’m afraid your promise is not enough, Ms. O’Reilly. Your impertinence must be punished. You could have caused yourself serious harm and I would be remiss as your doctor if I did not take you in hand.”

Annie’s pulse reached the danger stage.
Punished?
Annie was unsure of his meaning. “What do you mean, punished?” she asked slowly.

“Sir,” he responded firmly.

“Sir?” she repeated, confused.

“Yes, Ms. O’Reilly, your question should contain the honorific when you address me as a sign of respect. Your question should be ‘What do you mean, punished,
sir
?’”

Annie’s eyes widened in response. She was sure her engorged nipples were poking out from her hospital gown. Her panties were dampening by the minute as the dominant doctor took charge and demanded her submission. Annie had always wanted to submit to the will of a strong, take-charge man and here he was, Dr. Callahan, chastising her behavior. A delicious shudder of desire coursed through her body.

“I’m sorry, sir. I meant no disrespect, sir. I did not mean to cause trouble. Please, please forgive me,” Annie rambled, still stunned by this six-foot Adonis standing in front of her.

“Turn over, Ms. O’Reilly.” His command was firm.

“W… w… what do you mean? W… what are you going to do?” she asked nervously.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson, Ms. O’Reilly. You are going to roll over onto your tummy and submit to a punishment spanking. Now, do as I told you and turn over.”

Annie swallowed hard. “You can’t do that! You can’t give me a punishment spanking. Who do you think you are?”

“I am your doctor and I intend to follow through. You misbehaved, Ms. O’Reilly. You broke the rules and you must be punished. My punishments always include a bare-bottom spanking. It won’t be difficult to bare your bottom given the thin gown you are wearing. It opens so conveniently in the back.” His tone was condescending.

A thrilling desire rushed through Annie. She always wanted to experience a punishment spanking. The erotic stories she enjoyed never aroused her to the degree she was in this moment. Looking up, she could see that the doctor was serious in his intent and waited with barely a thread of patience left. Slowly, Annie turned over onto her stomach. Looking over her shoulder, Annie saw the curve of a smile on his face as he pulled the covers off of her.

“Let’s take these panties down, shall we?” he asked rhetorically. Annie felt his fingers curl into the elastic of her white cotton panties and, with painstakingly slow movements, pull the panties down to expose her naked bottom to the cool air.

“You have a lovely bottom, Ms. O’Reilly.” The warmth of his hand rubbing her butt cheeks brought another wave of arousal to course through her body. “You will receive twenty spanks. I expect you to count and thank me after each one. Let’s begin.”

Annie’s bottom clenched, knowing that the first strike was about to fall. “One, thank you, sir. Two, thank you, sir,” she called out through clenched teeth. It really hurt. “Three, thank you, sir.” The stinging of her bottom was like nothing she ever experienced. By the fifth spank, Annie’s eyes filled with tears. By the final spank, she was sobbing. Her ass burned, but that was not the worst of it. The shame. That was what really hurt. To be punished for her misbehavior by her doctor. It was humiliating. But more humiliating was the ache present between her legs. She could feel the swell of arousal, her pussy heavy and drenched.

Annie could not process her emotions quickly enough. She was extremely aroused by the experience. She was on the verge of coming. Her pussy clenched, aching for relief. She moaned softly as his fingers caressed her clit, bringing her to the brink of orgasm. His expert touch gave her electric shocks as her body seared with need. Going over the edge, Annie moaned louder as her pussy spasmed with deep contractions. The release took her breath away, leaving her heaving as she came to her senses.
What the hell just happened?

Annie was face down on the bed with her right hand buried deep between her thighs.
It was a dream
. Mercifully, her body was still covered and she was alone in her hospital room. Her blood pounded as she righted herself in bed. Spying the box of tissues on the nightstand, Annie quickly wiped the evidence of her arousal from her hand.
How humiliating. Masturbating in a hospital room.
She was barely aware when a nurse quickly entered her room.

“Ms. O’Reilly, I heard you moaning. Are you in pain?” she asked, concerned.

Oh, crap!
What the hell do I say
? “Ah, yeah, it is starting to hurt now. I’m in a little bit of pain.” Annie hoped she covered her lie convincingly.

Nodding her head, the nurse said, “Well, let me get you some pain medication. You really need to ask for it as soon as you start to feel uncomfortable. By the sound of your moans, you waited too long to ask for medication. I’m sure your doctor will not be pleased to hear this,” the nurse admonished.

Oh… my… god! I’m mortified
. Trying to stay with the cover story, Annie responded, “Yeah, I realize that now. I let it go too long. Now it really hurts. I’m sorry you heard me moaning.”

“No worries, dear. Let’s get you some relief and settled back to sleep. I’ll be right back.” The nurse walked out of the room. Annie was beyond grateful that one, she was in a private room and, two, the nurse thought her moans were due to pain.
If she really knew, she’d call for a psych consult, I am sure
.

* * *

Thomas strode into the hospital with a light, quick step and a smile on his face. He was going to see his new favorite patient this morning and felt nervous excitement at the prospect. His good mood was deflated rather quickly, however, when he reviewed the night nursing notes. Apparently, Ms. O’Reilly had been heard moaning in her room. When the nurse checked on her, she reported being in pain. Given medication to alleviate it, she slept the remainder of the night. Thomas was extremely troubled and perturbed. Especially after lecturing her before he left yesterday. He insisted on the importance of communicating her pain levels. His displeasure that she did not comply with his demand made him want to take her over his knee. Of course, he knew that was an irrational thought. He abhorred the idea of Ms. O’Reilly being in any discomfort even though he also desired to spank her ass red for her disobedience.

Walking into her room, Thomas was immediately concerned. Sitting in the industrial brown upholstered chair, Annie looked downtrodden and distressed. By her facial expression, Thomas inferred that she was in pain again and this angered him. It made his blood boil that she was so non-compliant with his instructions. Recognizing the need to rein in his anger and angst, Thomas addressed her in his usual professional manner, but it had an edge. “Ms. O’Reilly, are you alright? You appear to be in some discomfort. Is your medication not working?” His head cocked to the side, waiting for her response.

“Yes, Doctor, I’m fine. The medication is doing its job. Really… I’m… fine.”

Thomas huffed, annoyed at her generic response. “Well, you don’t look fine to me; in fact, when most women use the word ‘fine,’ it almost always means ‘not fine.’ When I entered the room, your facial expression conveyed discomfort. If you are experiencing pain, you need to tell me. I’d like a truthful answer, Ms. O’Reilly.”

Annie paused for a moment before responding. “Well, Dr. Callahan… you see… I am fine. Really. At least physically I am fine.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I guess you caught me in a moment of self-pity.” She blushed. “The discomfort you saw was related more to my appearance. I was wallowing in my own misery. I think everything has finally caught up to me. I want to get back to normal. Take a long hot shower, sleep in my own bed, and wear my own pajamas. You found me at the most inopportune moment, I’m afraid. I was just in the bathroom trying to make my rat’s-nest hair look presentable and,” she waved her hand, “as you can see, I was unsuccessful. To sum it all up, the past few days have really sucked and I feel crappy and unattractive. So there you have it, Doc. You walked in on and witnessed my pity party,” she quipped.

Thomas felt the frustration dissipate and was entertained and enthralled by her adorable rant. He found her honesty refreshing and appreciated how intelligent and well-spoken she was. She was charming and witty. He was relieved to know that he was mistaken and his mood lightened instantly. In an uncharacteristic move, he sat down on the bed beside Annie as she sat in the chair. Leaning over, he patted her hand and smiled.

“I have to say, I’m glad that you’re ‘
fine
’ physically, Ms. O’Reilly.” He emphasized the word ‘
fine
.’ “I am sorry, however, that you are feeling so low. It is perfectly understandable though, given all that you have been through over the past few days. It’s normal to feel overwhelmed by your recent experience. And you,” he added, “are far from unattractive. Nothing can detract from your natural beauty.” His voice sounded more seductive than he intended, knowing it was bordering on the fine line of appropriate doctor conduct with a patient.

Annie’s face was stained crimson. “Dr. Callahan, how is it that you always manage to say just the right thing at just the right moment? You have quite the bedside manner.” Annie softly laughed. “I’m sure it makes you popular with all of your patients.”

“Well, Ms. O’Reilly, having a good bedside manner is imperative in my profession, as you can well imagine. I also believe you seem to bring out my more articulate side. I stand by my words. Even with illness, your beauty shines through. I cannot tell you how much it pleases me to see that lovely smile on your face, which only enhances your beauty more,” Thomas continued. “I’m also happy to tell you that you are recovering quite well and I see no reason why you cannot go home today. I imagine that news in and of itself would make you feel much better, no?”

Her body vibrated with excitement. “Yes, that does make me feel much better. That’s the best news ever. Thank you, Doctor. I will be so glad to get out of this place and back home to my familiar surroundings.” Thomas could hear the animated joy in her voice.

Thomas informed her, “Of course, I will need to see you for a follow-up appointment in a week’s time. Your stitches will dissolve but I will need to examine the incision sites to ensure there is no sign of infection and they are healing properly. My office is located in the adjacent medical building.” He motioned his hand vaguely to the right, indicating the general direction and proximity. Ironically, Thomas needed to speak that reassurance for himself as much for her. He wanted to see Annie again and the necessity for a follow-up appointment, a standard requirement for surgical patients, was the perfect excuse.