Protect and Correct (12 page)

“Not helping,” she forced out. “What’s that?”

“Just a heating pad. Hold this against your belly.”

“Fuck!” Brooke whined. “This really hurts.”

“I can help you if you don’t want to give these suppositories time to work.”

“I’ll be…fine…” Brooke whimpered. “I feel like I’m dying.”

“You are not dying,” Collin said kindly. He tucked the bag under his arm and stood up, his hand extended. “Let’s take you upstairs and fix you up.”

“Oh, God…” Brooke moaned, following him.

She rocked herself on a chair as he spread towels over the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. He emerged several minutes later carrying a bulging red bag from which hung a long white hose and bulbous tip.

“You are not going to use that on me!” Brooke exclaimed, unable to stand.

Collin turned to her, his expression serious. “You will either allow me to ease your discomfort, or I will take you to the hospital and you can deal with the same treatment by a stranger who doesn’t care about your personal comfort. Well?”

“Noooo, not that,” Brooke begged, clutching her aching stomach tighter as she rocked herself.

Collin squatted in front of her and placed his hands on her knees. “Baby, listen to me. I am going to help make you feel better. I know what I’m doing. I know it’s embarrassing, but you know I am not going to laugh at you. Be a big girl, now.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“I know you don’t, honey,” he said softly, leading her to the bed. He helped her on her left side and covered her with a sheet after skimming her sweats from her body. Brooke squeezed her eyes closed as his finger probed for the ‘right spot’ to insert the nozzle. He used a small bucket to drain the air from the hose and then deftly slid the smooth nozzle inside of her.

“How are you holding up?” he asked, holding the nozzle in place with his right hand.

“Everything is hunky dory. There is no place I would rather be,” Brooke whined.

“My poor girl. You are going to feel some warmth. I’m letting it in nice and slow…”

“I hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah… you are going to feel your tummy swell a bit. Tell me when it feels too uncomfortable. This is not a punishment enema, so you don’t need to suffer unduly.”

“A punishment… are you kidding? You wouldn’t dare!”

“You know me much better than to make that statement. It’s at half a bag now. I’m going to pause and give the Castile soap a moment to do its work.”

“I need to go…”

“Breathe, Brooke. Try to relax.”

“I gotta go!”

Collin grinned as she raced past him and slammed the bathroom door behind her. He leaned on the doorframe, calling in, “How’s it going?”

“Go away, you fucking, sadistic bastard,” Brooke groaned, folding her body in half as the water escaped in torrential waves.

“That isn’t very nice. I think that this might be a good way to discipline you for ignoring your body in the first place.”

“I think you need to leave me alone.”

“I also think that having you write lines while filled might be a way to remind you of your manners and eliminate your swearing.”

“I really think you need to go away,” Brooke snapped, wiping her face off with a wet washcloth that Collin had left for her.
How considerate
, Brooke thought snidely. The waves diminished several minutes later, leaving her feeling depleted, but in definitely less pain.

“Better?” Collin asked as she emerged, pale-faced, from the bathroom.

“Yeah. I’m going to take a nap… what?” she asked as he pulled her back to the bed.

“We are not done. Lay down.”

“No! I have had enough of this today.”

“You will have had enough when I say so, kiddo. Now do as you are told.”

“Collin, please!”

“Do I have to take off my belt? I have been very patient, but you are pressing your luck. Go to your hands and knees and stay there.”

Brooke sniveled, reluctantly obeying as he refreshed the bag in the bathroom. He chuckled, noticing that she had covered herself with the sheet.

“Ordinarily, I would not have an issue with modesty, except this time I want to make sure we get this solution worked inside of you. The only way I can do that is by abdominal massage. No backtalk while I do this either, missy. That includes statements about how much you loathe my existence. Here is the nozzle…”

“Hey!”

“Chill. It is a little larger than the first one and has a small inflatable flange on the end to keep in in place. You know,” he said as he started the flow, “some people really enjoy enemas.”

“I am not one of them.”

“Then why are you so wet? I’m rubbing your tummy now. Just stay still.”

“I’m not wet! It’s the… the lube.”

“Like hell it is. How does this feel?” he asked, kneading her stomach as the solution penetrated her bowels.

“It’s okay… I’m feeling nauseous.”

“Breathe through your nose. Good girl… relax your back…” he said soothingly, rubbing the small of her back with his left hand as his right continued to work her stomach. “Look at that! The bag is empty already. See? It wasn’t that bad!”

“It’s not your guts that want to explode,” Brooke said miserably.

“Into the bathroom with you. Don’t worry, the plug will keep you from leaking.”

“Remind me to thank you later for your consideration,” came the sarcastic remark.

“I am going to let you have some privacy. When you don’t think you can hold it back any longer, press this valve. It will deflate the plug and let the hose out.”

Brooke groaned as she nodded, waiting for the door to close behind him before she pushed on the valve. The term tidal wave took on a whole new meaning…

Collin allowed her twenty minutes of privacy before he reentered the bathroom and began filling the tub. By that time, she was sitting on the floor with her head against the wall and covered with a fine layer of sweat.

“It wasn’t worth being stubborn, was it?” he asked gently as he placed her into the tub and began to sponge her body. Brooke said nothing as she sat, exhausted and trying not to fall asleep as he washed her. “After I take you out of here, I have some hot apple cider for you to drink and then I will give you a lavender oil massage. How does that sound?”

Brooke eyed him suspiciously. He was being much too nice considering how she had behaved. She also felt too weak to struggle with him. Next thing she knew, she was sitting in the rocking chair in their bedroom, wrapped in soft blankets and having her feet rubbed while sipping hot cider.

“I hate having my feet touched,” she grumbled.

“Get over it. How’s the tummy?”

“So much better, thanks. Hey, I’m sorry I am such an awful patient.”

“You certainly are. I think we are going to work on that a bit.”

“What do you mean?”

“What I mean is,” Collin rested his chin on her knee, “that I am going to get out my med-bag, and we, my dear, are going to play doctor.”

“I hate doctors. There is no way—”

“Hush. Since you obviously can’t monitor your own health, I am going to do that for you.”

“Like bloody hell you will!”

“Why must you always put up such a fuss? You know you won’t win.”

“I need to call Denise,” Brooke pouted.

“Why?”

“Because I am real close to doing bodily harm on your pretty face.”

“Be nice. You know you are growing to become quite fond of me.”

“I could grow fond of a hemorrhoid, but that doesn’t mean I want to keep it around.”

Collin simply laughed.

* * *

The following morning was sunny and clear, and Brooke found herself smiling from the second she opened her eyes. She nudged Collin with her foot.

“Is that your foot? Get that ice cube off me, brat,” he mumbled, putting the pillow over his head. “Why are you up? It’s the butt-crack of dawn.”

“No, it’s not. It is after seven, and I decided that you are going to take me rowing today. Get up.”

“It’s too cold.”

“Cold? You think it’s cold? No, this is cold!” Brooke laughed, yanking the blankets from his naked body. She pounced on him and began to run her icy hands over his flesh, tracing the lines of scars while making her way down to his growing cock.

He grabbed her wrists, pulling her hand off his flesh. “Your bottom is going to be very warm if you don’t cover me up right now, little girl.”

“I’m not afraid of you,” Brooke teased, hopping off the bed and taking the blankets with her as she slid the large, bay window wide open. A brisk, wet breeze immediately entered the room, and Collin coiled into a ball.

“Damn it, woman. It feels like the Antarctic in here. Close that window!”

“Nope. Fresh air is good for you. Enjoy it! I’ll meet you downstairs when you feel like getting up,” Brooke said in a sing-song voice.

“Brooke! Oh, hell…” Collin grumbled, sitting up and grabbing the robe he had tossed next to his end table. “I haven’t decided if you are more difficult when you are cranky or when you are in a decent mood,” he grumbled loud enough for her to hear.

Chilled to the bone, he slammed the window shut and yanked on his sweats, thick socks, and uggs. He presented himself at the kitchen table, still looking quite bedraggled and scruffy. Brooke handed him a cup of coffee and sat across from him with a sweet smile.

“Good morning, sunshine. I’m glad you decided to wake up and seize the day.”

“The only thing I am going to seize is your ass. Good coffee, by the way.”

“Thanks. And thanks for taking care of me yesterday,” Brooke said softly, looking at him over the top of her mug. “It is really hard for me to accept help of any kind.”

“That’s gonna change, especially when it comes to your health. We are going to have a little doctor/patient time together later this week.”

“I don’t think that is necessary. I mean—”

“I know what you think. It’s my call, and you are not going to talk me out of it. Do you really want to go rowing?”

“Yeah. It’s pretty outside, and the water looks calm.”

“Grab a jacket, then. I’ll wait until we get home to spank you.”

“For what? What did I do?”

“Seriously, Brooke?”

She responded with a giggle.

Chapter Nine

“Ow, ow, ow!” Brooke squealed as Collin’s hand clapped down loudly across her cold, bare bottom.

“You better stop moving so much, or you are going to capsize this boat. You thought you were funny putting a minnow in my cup, didn’t you?” Collin asked, spanking her again.

Brooke yelped, trying not to laugh. “The minnow was an accident! It got caught when I scooped water from the bay!”

“So you wanted me to drink salt water? Not very nice,” Collin scolded, his broad palm smacking alternatively back and forth over her chilled skin.

“That hurts! It was just a—
ow!
—joke! I was just playing!”

“Oh, honey, I am playing too! Do you think these are real, punishment spanks that are coloring your bottom to a rosy glow? You had your fun, and now it is my turn.”

“For crying out loud, we are in public, and people—”

“Anyone who witnesses this would know full and well that you deserved it and would cheer me on. Don’t you worry, though. The beaches on this side of the harbor are not accessible via vehicle. Anyone passing by would have had to be hiking or jogging at least five miles from town. Except for the fishermen…”

“Collin! Owwww,” Brooke whined.

Collin paused to stroke the bright red mounds beneath his hand, cupping them firmly. “These are the naughtiest buns I have even known. Do they ever plan on staying out of trouble?”

“Don’t talk about my ass like it has a mind of its own.”

“I think it does,” he smacked her playfully again. “It likes to be spanked, and since you are afraid to ask for what you want, it leads you into situations to get disciplined.”

“It… I do not! Ow-ow-ow-ow! Colllllllin!”

“I love your bottom. It’s perfect,” Collin chortled, spanking back and forth from side to side, bouncing his hand heartily from one cheek to the other.

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Brooke said grumpily, gripping his pant leg as she tried not to kick and risk tipping the tiny vessel.

“I am at that. I have an idea…” Collin announced, reaching for the oars with Brooke still plastered over his knees. He rowed to the shoreline and sat her bare bottom down on the damp, metal bench of the boat as he hopped out and beached the little craft. “Stay here, I will be right back.”

Brooke huddled into a ball, slipping her sweats back up over her throbbing backside. She squirmed, aware of the equal—and perhaps more intense—throbbing that surged from her pussy. Did that insufferable man have any idea what he did to her body? He probably did, which made him even more insufferable to live with.

She watched as Collin disappeared past the tree line, his stride focused and determined. Moments later he reemerged, dragging a long branch behind him. He stomped on the wood, shattering it into pieces, and then piled it into a teepee shape. Using a lighter, he soon had a warm, blazing fire crackling on the beach.

“Come over here,” he called, feeding the fire with more kindling.

“How in the world did you find dry wood? And since when do you carry a lighter?”

“There is always lots of dry wood in the natural shelters around here, and I had the lighter in the boat’s emergency kit,” Collin said proudly, slipping the little device back into the pouch that contained a flare gun, first aid kit, and an air-horn. “I also have a nice, waterproof, hypothermic blanket.”

Brooke sat down next to him, reaching her hands to the crackling fire. The sun was still climbing in the sky, not quite high enough to chase away the dampness. The sound of birds filled the air, singing along to the gentle lapping of the waves upon the sand. His large arm wrapped around her shoulders, drawing her to his chest, and the two sat quietly, listening to the sounds around them.

Brooke impulsively kissed the underside of Collin’s chin, holding her breath as she waited for his response. He smiled down at her and found her lips with his, cupping her face to pull her to him.