Chapter Twenty
Plum swung her feet off the edge of exam table. So far, so good. It had been embarrassing when her daddy had stripped her in front of Doctor Eric and Nurse Marni and then tied on a flimsy cotton gown, but like, embarrassing in a hot way. And she liked Doctor Eric and Nurse Marni. She was white and brassy blonde with a vintage nurse’s outfit that Plum coveted, and Doctor Eric was a tall, handsome Black man with kind eyes and big, warm hands.
They were everything she’d hoped for—a perfect mix of obviously knowing what they were doing as medical professionals so she’d be safe, but also kinky as hell themselves and projecting that special kind of in-on-it energy, like a kinksters’ wink or something.
Although the exam had been pretty standard so far, she had a feeling they were about to start pressing her buttons, and hard. She couldn’t wait.
“All right, Miss Plum. Time to lie back, I’m just going to palpate your abdomen, make sure everything’s good there.”
She did as Doctor Eric said, doing her best to keep her word to her daddy that she’d be on her best behavior, and then Doctor Eric was standing over her, pressing fingers into her belly.
“She feels a little backed up to me,” Doctor Eric said to Gideon, and Plum felt her cheeks get hot. She’d already had a pleasant flush going on from being talked over and handled by Doctor Eric and Nurse Marni, but that comment was more than mortifying. Talking about her bowels was not sexy—except that she felt herself getting wet with the way the doctor was touching her.
“I’d recommend at least one enema per week to keep her digestive tract moving along like it should,” Doctor Eric continued, much to her horror. She’d had an enema before and didn’t mind it really, but every week? Was this part of the game or did he mean that for reals? “These teenagers, they get so busy they don’t always drink enough water or eat right.”
“This one certainly doesn’t,” Gideon said, lifting a brow. “She tried to eat pastries for dinner the other night.”
Doctor Eric tsked. “Come on, girl. You know better than that.”
“It’s not like that’s what I eat all the time,” she said sullenly, rolling her eyes.
“It shouldn’t be what you have for dinner at all. Your daddy says you work super hard at your job, and if you’re doing school too you need all the proper nutrition you can get to keep you from getting run down. I’m betting you don’t get enough sleep, either.”
Plum bit her bottom lip and stayed silent while Doctor Eric took his turn rolling his eyes.
“I swear I spend half my time telling you kids to eat right and get enough sleep.”
“Good thing we don’t behave or you’d be out of a job,” Plum offered, batting her lashes and giving him doe eyes.
Doctor Eric laughed but her daddy said, “Plum,” in that warning way that made her butt burn preemptively. Right, sass probably didn't count as being on her best behavior.
“Alright, alright, sit up. I’ve got some questions for you. Are you sure you want your daddy to stay for this part of the exam?”
“I’ll stay,” Gideon insisted. “My little plum blossom doesn’t have any secrets from me, do you darling?”
She rolled her lips between her teeth. “Of course not, Daddy.”
“Do you smoke?”
“No,” she answered truthfully.
“Vape?”
“No.”
“Do any illegal drugs?”
“No.”
“Drink alcohol?”
It was here that she hesitated. Because as a middle? No. She was always a grown-up when she mixed herself a cocktail or grabbed a beer out of the fridge.
“Plum,” her daddy said in that warning tone again. “Answer Doctor Eric. With the absolute truth.”
Ugh.
“Yes. Yes I drink alcohol.”