The Right Treatment (7 page)

The research on the effect of drugs was less of a bugbear with her. Matt soon suspected it was because it was couch potato work. Her personal study was no problem—she chose to research advances in learning disabilities, something close to her heart. And for the first week, he gave her a temporary reprieve from the rehab duties, because he wasn’t quite convinced she was ready for the physical demands of a full day after all she had been through. But rather than let her think he was going soft on her, he simply said the rehab had put her on a volunteer list, and she wasn’t needed until the following week.

For the next couple of days, Matt had no problem getting Aoife out on their run. She knew the consequences of refusal and she didn’t test him again. She was much more biddable on the surface of it, even if the fire in her eyes told a different tale of her inner submission to his rule. Matt knew Aoife would forget herself one day and pull the sickie card; it was the only option she had left. It came sooner than expected, just one week into their arrangement and before she had even started her voluntary work.

“I can’t, I don’t feel well,” Aoife whined as he told her to go tog out for their run.

“There was nothing wrong with you two hours ago when you ate a full packet of chocolate chip cookies after your lunch,” he admonished. He had warned her to go easy on the sweet stuff, that it gave her a false high, but she had defiantly scoffed the lot, almost begging him to spank her. His hand had been itching all day since then.

“So, you were right and now I feel sick. Does that make you feel better, Dr. McDaid?” The obvious derision in her voice, and how she chose to twist her first crime to try to vindicate her second sealed her fate. Matt steeled himself: this was shit or get off the pot time. Was he man, or the mouse she took him for? Matt chose man.

“Go to your room, strip off, and lie on the bed ready for an examination until I get there. If you’re not ready when I get there, I promise you, the exam will start with your first taste of a proper spanking. If I find you are lying, the examination will finish with a spanking. Before the night is out, you will write out I must show courtesy and respect to those who are good enough to help me one hundred times. You had better pray you won’t be writing on a hard kitchen chair with a bare, spanked bottom.” The look of horror on her face said it all. Before she scampered from the room, she lifted her mug of tea; he saw her hold it in her mouth and her face redden from the scalding liquid. Inwardly he chuckled. She thought she was being clever. Where he intended sticking the thermometer, a full mug of tea wouldn’t make much difference.

As soon as Aoife went to her bedroom, he grabbed his emergency bag from the hall, then went to his bathroom cabinet and pulled out the Vaseline and thermometer. He’d placed them there the minute Aoife had signed her agreement, knowing she would pull any stunt to have the upper hand. He would make sure she would never fake sick again.

“No! No way,” Aoife had protested when he placed the thermometer and Vaseline on the locker. The shock on her face said it all. She definitely had not seen this coming. He relished in the victory. She was lying on the bed, but of course she hadn’t undressed; in fact she had already pulled on her running clothes.

“Clothes off, now,” Matt ordered, swatting her firmly on the rump.

“Ouch,” she protested. She quickly jumped to attention.

“Lie in the foetal position and relax, it will only take a few minutes.” Her fingers trembled as she slipped off her shorts and he got a lovely view of her cute white cotton panties. No, he would not allow himself be distracted. Aoife needed to be taught a lesson and his job was to teach it. “Take off your top too, I want to listen to your chest.”

“No, I feel better, we can go to the gym now. Honest, it’s just my time of the month,” Aoife begged. Sheesh. Did she really expect him to fall for that? He had access to all her medical records. He knew she was using the Merino coil. Time of the month wouldn’t come into it. At worst, she might have a day or two of light spotting, but even that was not significant. He slipped on some latex gloves, enjoying the look of defeat settle on her face. With a ‘harrumph’ she flopped despondently on the bed, her face delightfully glowing with embarrassment. Before long, he was pretty sure she would have another set of cheeks burning just as brightly. He was relishing the thought of finally spanking some of that brattitude out of her. He had been aching to do just that from the day after she had been admitted to his care in Ealing Hospital.

“We can’t have you exercising if you are ill, can we? What sort of a tyrant would that make me? I need to check you over first. Now you can turn around and face the wall or I will take you across my knee, your choice.”

Aoife exhaled an angry huff of air as she turned sharply rolled into a ball. Sitting down beside her on her bed, Matt smeared Vaseline on his gloved finger and rubbed it around her tight little ring, penetrating it slightly, spreading the lubrication inside the puckered crevice much more than was strictly necessary. He intended to make this memorable. He felt her squirm and tense as she gasped.

“Try to loosen up, it’s really very small.” He inserted the slim thermometer in place. Aoife was rigid and Matt knew she was mortified. Her breaths were short and shallow and the only sounds she made were forlorn whimpers telling of her discomfiture. He had achieved what he set out to—she wouldn’t pull that stunt again in a hurry. He left it in situ a lot longer than was needed to get his point across, all the while leaving one hand rest soothingly on her buttocks. Aoife squirmed again as he withdrew it. She wouldn’t look at him even when he was finished.

“Temperature’s normal, now roll onto your back until I check your tummy.” Reluctantly, Aoife did as she was bid as he removed the latex gloves. He palpated her smooth round tummy, trying to focus on what he should be looking for rather than what he was looking at. He bit back the urge to tell her how gorgeous her body felt: soft, silky, and so very feminine. Her tummy felt normal. His fingers ached to roam higher, up to the deliciously curved mounds of her breasts. A soft breeze whispered across the room from the open window, making her nipples peak delightfully. They looked good enough to eat, twin cherries on top of delicious sundaes. His tongue tingled with temptation. With great difficulty, he tried to shake himself back into the now.

Fuck, this woman is going to be the ruination of me,
he thought. For as long as he had been practicing medicine, no one had ever forced him beyond his professional façade. Now he understood why he wasn’t ethically supposed to treat people he was close to. He couldn’t keep his mind on the job or his dick under control. Forcing himself to focus, Matt listened to her breathing. He moved the stethoscope around, allowing his fingers occasionally to accidentally trail her silky smooth skin as her blush heightened with each touch. Everything sounded good, although her heart was beating a little fast and her breaths were on the shallow side. Anxiety and embarrassment and her little temper tantrum would all contribute to that. But he couldn’t help wonder, did she feel it too—the electricity in the room—that chemical magnetism that propelled him to her? Did that add to the little pants she was puffing out? Was he unsettling her just as she was him? Stretching down, he pulled his sphygmomanometer out of his bag, placed it on her arm, and tried to watch it fill with air, rather than allowing his eyes to focus on the swell of her breasts as he checked her blood pressure. But try as he might, his eyes were continuously drawn back to those perfect, round swells, milky white but infused with pink where the flush that had spread out from her face.

“I can’t find anything wrong with you. You seem to be in perfect health. Stand up.”

Aoife obeyed, but looked confused as she rose. She reached to retrieve her clothes.

“Not yet, we have a little matter of your punishment to attend to,” Matt said. He straightened himself on the side of the bed. Then he patted his lap. Her eyes widened in horror and shaking her head in refusal; she quickly tried to step into her shorts, almost falling over in her haste. He took advantage of her semi-prone position to pull her across his lap, the shorts tangled around her feet only serving to prevent her getaway.

“Get the fuck off me, you pig,” Aoife shouted, panic in her voice, kicking and thrashing in an attempt to break free. Matt pinned her still between his legs grasping both arms in one hand.

“Mind your mouth, miss,” Matt warned as he spanked down on her beautiful, pale, white arse. Oh, how he loved the
thwack
it produced, that delightful slappy sound. His cock twitched, coming to attention. He shifted her position so it wouldn’t be pressing against her. He spanked again and again as she wriggled and fussed. Her deliciously curvaceous bottom had gone from pale to a very satisfactory shade of pink as she shouted and swore, her resistance only adding to the hunger in him.

“Stop struggling; the longer you fight it, the more I slap. You got yourself into this, now take your punishment. Remember, you agreed to this.” Aoife kicked her legs as best she could, trying to escape, but he had too firm a grip on them.

“Stop it, please, Matt. I won’t do it again.”

“That’s. Doctor. McDaid. To. You. Young. Lady,” he reminded, each word snapped out with an accompanying wallop as she writhed and yelped, then finally cried. “So what won’t you do again?

“I w-won’t lie to you,” she replied with a sob.

“I won’t lie to you, who?’ he asked with another rap.

“I won’t lie to you, Dr. McDaid,” Aoife corrected in a panic-stricken voice.

“That’s better, although I think that statement in itself is a lie. I am going to finish your punishment now. A dozen more smacks. Count them out, with no swearing and don’t move or else I start over at one again. Is that clear?”

Aoife nodded her head, heaving with held-back tears. He whacked down on her sit spot on the left buttock, she yowled and shouted out “One,” but she didn’t move. Her legs jerked involuntarily but that was all. He repeated the same on the right cheek, waiting for the count. Each of the twelve were delivered left right left right directly on that fleshy underside. It was crimson with purple fleck marks when he finished. He couldn’t help holding her for a moment and admiring his handiwork. So beautifully punished. Finally he set her free and she made a dash for the far corner of the bed, like a startled rabbit.

“Don’t you ever lie to me about your health again. Because next time, it will be a lot worse, is that clear?” She refused to answer him; shock was written all over her features. Like she couldn’t believe he had really spanked her. Matt was having a little difficulty believing it himself. Physically chastising a patient was probably not clever, although strictly, she was no longer his patient and was there as a friend in need. The three swats he had delivered previously had not prepared either of them for this.

Judging by the way her skin had reddened and blotched under the assault, her virgin ass would be feeling the aftereffects for a long time, and certainly writing her lines would be an uncomfortable experience. He couldn’t help feeling satisfaction that he had stolen one of her cherries.

“I expect you kitted out and waiting, standing attentively for me at the front door in ten minutes, unless you want another spanking,” he warned. He almost hoped she wouldn’t comply so he could scorch her arse some more, but yet for her rehabilitation to be completed, she had to learn to obey. He checked his watch and left her to dress and he went to change into his running gear. Six minutes later, he heard her enter the small hallway. He let her stew until the full ten minutes were up before joining her. He was pleased to see a much more amenable young woman meet him, all scowls and sulks now gone. Although seemingly docile now, her blotched face told the truth behind her forced compliance.

“Good girl,” he praised. “We’re upping the ante a little today—twenty minutes walk, thirty minutes jog, and ten minutes walking again. Let’s teach your body to embrace its natural drugs, rather than that crap you’ve been pumping into it.” He was delighted when there was no word of protest. Another victory.

When the run was over, Matt noticed Aoife wasn’t even much out of puff and her face was only slightly pink from the exertion. She was able for even more. Tomorrow he would up it again. His ultimate goal for her was a minimum of one hour of strenuous exercise, six days a week. If he could, he would love for her to join some sort of regular exercise club before she left his care. People who worked their bodies seemed to have more respect for them, in his view, and were less likely to pollute them with toxins. Plus, he figured a club would reawaken Aoife’s high-achieving nature and keep her toeing the line, purely from the desire to be the best.

Once they returned, Matt insisted on taking blood-pressure readings again to ensure she hadn’t been pushed too far. He sent her back to lie on her bed, but this time didn’t ask her to undress, just to take off her tee shirt so he could listen to her chest. Aoife seemed to have no difficulty complying; she was temporarily beaten.

She looked lovely as she lay there in just her bra and running shorts. Her body had a soft pink glow from exercise and a light sheen from perspiration. Matt was glad he hadn’t let her shower first. He sat on the bed and busied himself getting his medical instruments. He could smell the scent of her arousal. The spanking was now in afterglow and her amenable behaviour since had shown that submission pushed her buttons. The scent and that knowledge was driving him insane.

“Sit forward,” he commanded, creating a mental distance. No way could he listen from the front now. He warmed the stethoscope before placing it on her back. Her essence, heightened by the activity, filled his senses. Aoife’s chest was clear as a whistle, any shortness of breath already gone. He checked her pulse at her neck, and noted it was already slowed down to nearly normal. He admired the curves and how her moist, sweaty hair kissed it. Oh, how he envied those tresses, being that close to her. Being part of her. He could feel his cock stiffen and tense in his shorts for the second time that day and he shifted his position to hide his arousal and to remove himself enough so he would resist the urge to devour her.