“I’ll leave the door open a crack so I can hear you call out when you’re finished. Do not move from the toilet before I can help you.”
“You can’t listen to me pee!” she squeaked.
“I won’t listen to you pee. I’m listening in case you need me.” He actually grinned at her. “Baby, we all pee. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Easy for him to say!
“I have a shy bladder. I won’t be able to go if I know you can hear me.”
This time he chuckled. “A shy bladder, huh? Well, unless you’re wanting to wear a diaper, I guess I better help your bladder overcome its shyness.”
Diaper? Seriously! Sheesh.
He stood and turned on the tap. “Better?”
Not really. Now she really, really had to go. She pressed her thighs together. “Good, you can go now.” She could hear how tight her voice sounded.
If he dared to laugh. . .
But he didn’t say a word as he turned and walked out, leaving the door open by an inch. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to relax.
When she was finished, she stood, holding onto the handle that was attached to the wall to steady herself when the room spun. Her sore foot protested and she had to hold in a groan. Somehow, she managed to pull her panties up, aware of how this horrible hospital gown gaped at the back. No way was she calling him in to help her fix her underwear.
“Gigi? You okay in there?” Macca called out as she flushed the toilet. She limped over to the sink to wash her hands. Her foot wasn’t actually as bad as she’d thought it would be. Thank God for that at least.
“I’m fine. You can come in now.” She was staring at her pale visage in the mirror. Sheesh. She looked like shit. The rash that had developed over her cheeks and nose was in stark contrast to her pale skin.
Fuck. Shit. She hated this. Hated it.
“What are you doing? You were supposed to wait for me,” he grumbled.
“I only walked a few steps to the sink.”
He came up behind her, placing his hands on her hips as he glared at her in the mirror. “That isn’t the point. You knew you were to call out for me before moving and that you weren’t to walk at all without me. That was naughty.”
She sent him a disgruntled look and he sighed. “You need a spanking.”
She gasped as he drew her up into his arms. More due to his words than the movement. She grabbed hold of the pole as he moved.
“I do not.”
“You do. Having a hot bottom will help you remember to do as you are told.”
“Do as I’m told? Can you hear yourself?”
“I can. You were told to call out for me so that you didn’t hurt yourself. If you were my little girl, that would earn you a trip over my knee. At least once you were better.”
“I’m not yours, though.” There was more longing in her voice than she would have liked.
He didn’t say anything as he laid her on the bed and tucked her back in. She had to admit that short excursion had worn her out.
“Not unless you agree to be. Temporarily,” he tacked on.
“Not sure I’d ever agree, temporarily or not, if spankings are on the table.”
Liar.
She clenched her thighs together. Nothing stirred her like a book where the hero spanked the heroine. But the reality would be different, right?