Chapter Twenty-One
Plum was so wrecked after the second orgasm that she barely responded beyond whimpers and clutching Gideon’s hand. Now she could really use a nap.
Except she wasn’t going to get one, not yet. Because she was pretty sure that hadn’t been the deterrent Doctor Eric had been talking about. She didn’t feel at all deterred. No. If anything, the experience had been one of the kinkiest, most erotic things she’d had the pleasure of enduring in her life. And she wanted more.
She lay limp and fuzzed out with her eyes closed while someone (someones?) undid the restraints and deflated the gag, gently slid it out from between her teeth, and then she was being picked up.
That was Gideon for sure. She knew the feel of being held by him, how his skin smelled, and the exact way she could best nestle in his lap. She rubbed her face against his neck and felt the low rumble of his chuckle as he rubbed her neck and her back, kissed the top of her head.
“Are you sleepy, my little plum blossom?”
She nodded into him, hummed her agreement and he patted her bottom.
“You’ve been mostly well-behaved for Doctor Eric, I’m very pleased with you. But you’re still going to have that treatment he suggested for you being a naughty girl and drinking alcohol while underage.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she agreed.
“Good girl. You can rest for a few minutes and have a glass of water but then we’ll get started. You’re not the only patient on Doctor Eric’s agenda this afternoon.”
Plum cuddled up against her daddy while he spoke with Doctor Eric and Nurse Marni—it seemed as though they all knew each other pretty well. Were they friends? Were Doctor Eric and Nurse Marni members at Hive?
She thought again of their conversation with Arthur and Saoirse and started daydreaming about what kind of scene they could have. It seemed like Gideon and Arthur and Saoirse all knew each other really well, so as long as they accepted her…
Gideon nudged at her lips with a paper cup. “Here you go, darling. Drink up. That’s a good girl.”
Maybe she should be good more often if this was what she got—cuddles and kisses and Gideon stroking her throat. But the truth was, the sweetness was enhanced by the adrenaline and the pain and the bondage and the tears, like salt on grapefruit or alongside caramel. Those complicated, layered flavors were her favorite.
Soon she’d had the whole cup and refused another when her daddy asked if she wanted a second.
“She good?” she heard Doctor Eric ask, and loved how Gideon’s voice sounded through her ear on his chest when he responded, “Yes. Rather marvelous, actually.”
* * *
A few minutes later, she was face-down, ass-up on the exam table, restraints on her wrists and ankles, and Doctor Eric was lubing up her back channel after taking her temperature—rectally, of course.
Plum liked anal, and part of that enjoyment was the shame of it. Being teased and mocked for being a filthy girl who liked things stuffed in her tight asshole.
“I’m not sure how much of a deterrent this will be,” her daddy observed in a wry tone after Doctor Eric had worked a finger into her bottom, a finger which he was now gently fucking her hole with. “My naughty little girl is apparently also rather filthy, and seems to be enjoying it.”
She was.
It would require more speed, more force than Doctor Eric was delivering with this leisurely fingering of her backside, but she could absolutely get off from just butt stuff. Which meant she was wet and horny, and rocking her hips back as much as she dared to get more of the sensation she wanted.
Which resulted in a swat to her backside, and made her squawk. It wasn’t hard, just surprising.
“We do have that problem in these types of situations sometimes,” Doctor Eric agreed, seeming completely unfazed by her desperation as he continued finger-fucking her ass in an almost clinical way. It wasn’t, though, because if his goal had been to prepare her for something slightly larger than the thermometer, she was ready. Like, super ready. “But I wouldn’t be concerned. She won't enjoy what’s coming next at all. Nurse Marni, do you have the patient’s punishment enema prepared?”
“Yes, Doctor. All set.”
Ugh. She’d agreed to this but now she’d forgotten why. No, she hadn’t really. She was curious about being punished this way, whether it would really make her feel chastened. And if so, did she like feeling that way? She knew she enjoyed the clean and light feeling she got after having an enema—would that be more intense?
Plum was going to find out because even if she was apprehensive it wasn’t enough to safe out. If she didn’t want to do it again, she never had to. That’s how this shit worked, after all.
She turned her head to see Nurse Marni hanging the bag from an IV stand and flushed when the nurse noticed her looking. Her cheeks got hotter when Doctor Eric removed his finger and replaced it with a firm nozzle and inflated the little balloons that would keep the tube inside her.
“Miss Plum, I’m going to start your treatment now. Basic castile soap and water but with a higher concentration of soap than you’re likely used to. There will be a great deal of cramping, and possibly some nausea. And Nurse Marni will be giving you a spanking while you retain the enema which you’ll be holding for ten full minutes. It’s supposed to be unpleasant. But if it ever feels truly dangerous, you let me know.”
“Yes, Doctor.”