“I’m done with this foolishness. Like it or not, you’re taking your medicine.” Before she could react, he had her nightgown hiked up to her waist.
“No, Ethan! I don’t want it.”
“You’re being silly. Hold still.”
She bucked against him, kicking and pushing him away. “I said no, dammit.”
He hauled her back into position and smacked her bare ass twice. “Quit fighting me. I’m in charge here, Lanie Fischer, and you will do what I say.”
She wailed in protest, clamping her butt cheeks firmly together as she resisted. “I can’t believe how mean you’re being, Ethan,” she cried.
“I don’t want to punish you when you’re sick or give you medicine you don’t want, but I love you and will do what’s necessary to make you better. Unclench your bottom, Lanie.”
“No! I hate you!”
“You don’t mean that. You’re feverish and not yourself.”
“I do mean it. Go away!”
“You’ve got me in sickness and in health. I’m not going anywhere, and you are taking your medicine.” He swatted her again, blazing her cheeks with a half dozen stinging slaps before pausing and asking, “Now. Are you going to cooperate, or do you need a dozen more?”
Stubborn as the day was long, she resisted, but his will was stronger, as was the flat of his hand. She got eight of the promised twelve before giving in and, although hardly relaxed, unclenching enough for him to spread her cheeks.
“I’ll be as gentle as I can,” he said, quickly applying the cool lubricant and inserting the bullet-shaped suppository.
She sucked in a quick breath as he pressed inward, his long finger pushing it in farther than Lanie thought was necessary. But she remained silent, too tired to lodge another protest that would only be overruled.
Holding her in place afterward, Ethan stroked her bottom gently. “There, that wasn’t so bad. Surely not worth all that fuss.”
“Easy for you to say. You didn’t have a flaming bullet shoved up your ass.”
“Language, Lanie.”
“Can I get up now?”
“Not yet. There’s one more.”
Her hair whipped around as she twisted to look at him. “Another one? What for?”
“That was for nausea. Dr. Barnes also sent along some Tylenol suppositories for your fever.”
“I told you he had a butt fetish,” she grumbled.
“Maybe so, but in this case, since you can’t keep anything down, it’s necessary. Are you going to be good this time?”
“It’s not like I have a choice.”
“Oh, but you do. You can fight me and take the medicine after another spanking, or be a good girl and let me slide it in. It will take all of two seconds.” While he spoke, he put a dollop of gel on the suppository.
Resigned to this medical torture, she silently agreed by lying still, and pretty much limp, over his lap. This time when he parted her cheeks, there was no “fussing” and the medicine went in as easy as he promised.
“I’m sorry I had to do that, baby, but at least we’re all done. Let’s get you back into bed.”
He lifted her and laid her gently on the pillows. She was shivering again, so he covered her with the sheet, the comforter, and a throw from the chest at the foot of the bed. Once he had her tucked in, he kissed the top of her head then went to wash up.
By the time he came back and climbed into bed next to her, she was feeling guilty. Tears of regret stung her eyes. “I’m sorry for being such a brat, Ethan. My only excuse is that I feel like death warmed over.” Her apology ended with a sniffle as he bundled her close.
“I know you didn’t mean it.”