With a nod and final words that he would see her in the operating room, Thomas followed the stringent hospital protocol, scrubbing up to his elbows while his mind wandered. Poor woman suffered through that pain for so many hours. She’s really very pretty. And those ample breasts beg to be caressed. Stop thinking about her breasts, you jackass!
Thomas again scolded himself for thinking about his attraction to Annie. He should not even be mentally referring to her by her given name. She’s Ms. O’Reilly. Your patient. Nothing more. In a few minutes, he would hold her life in his hands, literally. Looking through the window into the operating room, he could see that his team was preparing for his arrival. He felt the familiar rush of power and control at the sight of every one in place, ready and waiting for him to direct and guide them. With his thoughts finally in check, he confidently walked into the O.R. to do his job. He would lead the team to restore his patient’s health.
* * *
Annie was staring off into space when Dr. Callahan sauntered into her room the next day.
“Ms. O’Reilly, it’s very nice to see you fully awake. How are you feeling?” he asked with a confident, professional demeanor. “You certainly are looking better than the last time I saw you.” He smiled.
“Well, anyone would look better after getting the good meds, Doctor.” She returned his smile. Her voice was raspy from limited use. She cleared her throat. “By the way, please call me Annie. Ms. O’Reilly is so formal and, let’s face it, you’ve poked and prodded around inside me, so no need for formalities.” She could feel the heat of blood rushing to her face, evidence of the innuendo in her statement. Stupid. Stupid. Now you’re scarlet red with embarrassment, making your foolish quip all the more noticeable. Annie could not help but admonish herself. She hated how easily she blushed when embarrassed. It was a curse she suffered from very early on in her childhood that she never outgrew.
Thomas chuckled. “Yes, you are right there. Luckily you were a textbook case and the poking and prodding was minimally invasive.” He winked conspiratorially. “So please tell me, are you experiencing any pain or discomfort?”
“No, Doctor, I’m not in any pain just now. I feel groggy and not myself, but that’s it. In fact, I’m rather enjoying the feeling of no pain after the past few days. I can’t say that this hospital bed is very comfortable though.” She wiggled, repositioning herself. “I can’t wait to get home and sleep in my own bed.” Annie’s embarrassment grew worse. Why are you talking about your bed? Brain-to-mouth filter, hello, where are you?
“Yes, I can imagine, after your days at sea and now in the hospital, that going home is an appealing prospect. I’m happy to hear you are not in any pain. You certainly seem to be recovering well post-surgery.” He glanced up at the monitors above her head. “Your vital signs look good and the nurse told me that you were able to hold down some soft foods. That’s good news. I’m pleased with your progress. If you continue on this path, I see no reason why you cannot be discharged tomorrow. Do you have someone who can be with you over the first twenty-four hours you are home?”
Ah, no. Shit. What the hell should I say? “Oh, well, I uh… um, I guess I could call a friend from work to help out,” she stuttered. His intense look was penetrating. Annie felt as if she were naked, raw, and exposed. She believed he could see right into her soul. It was ironic that, where she should feel a sense of discomfort at that, she actually felt safe. It was bizarre that this stranger could make her feel sheltered and secure. Protected. It had been such a long time since she felt that way. If ever.
His brows furrowed and his jaw visibly tensed. “Surely you have family who can help you?”
“Well, I have some family but… they live far away.” Yeah, that’s a good answer. We’ll go with that.
His nod was curt. “I see. Let me leave you now to rest. I will come check on you tomorrow morning and decide if discharge is appropriate. Do not hesitate to call the nurse if you are in pain. Your body needs rest to heal. Pain management is a critical part of your recovery, so no trying to brave it out.” He had a slightly admonishing tone in his deep, masculine voice. “I’ve left orders for a strong pain medication that the nurses can give you if needed.” His voice softened, as did his sympathetic blue eyes. “Promise me that you will inform them if you become uncomfortable so they can administer it if necessary.” He added, “Do you understand, Ms. O’Reilly?” The domineering tone was not to be ignored.
Annie was a bit taken aback at his forceful nature. She wondered if he was this way with all of his patients. “I will, Doctor. Thank you for your concern,” she responded. “After all I have been through, believe me, I don’t wish to put on a brave front. If I experience pain, I want the drugs, though I do feel much better at the moment.”
“Excellent,” the doctor said, patting her hand just as he had done when she was in the recovery room. The gesture provided her with much-needed solace. Annie saw his blue eyes widen as he grasped her hand firmly in both of his. “Your hand is freezing. Are you chilly? How long have you been cold? I’ll let your nurse know to bring you another blanket right now.” He spoke so rapidly, Annie had a hard time formulating a response. She was surprised by his reaction.
“Thank you, Doctor. I am a bit chilled and would certainly appreciate another blanket.” She paused. “I’m so tired. Think I’ll take a nap.” She let out a long breath. Annie stared at her hand still clasped in both of his, amazed and unbelieving. His large, strong hands completely covered hers, holding firm. His thumb was gently rubbing over her knuckles. That small action did more than just comfort her, it made her feel cherished in a way she never experienced before. She did not ever want him to let go. What the hell am I thinking? There is no way he’s interested in me.
Thomas nodded. “Good, you get some rest and I will check in on you later.” Releasing her hand, he laid it gently on the bed, patting the top of it one more time before he walked out of the room.
Annie immediately felt sad at the loss of his presence. What the hell was that? The encounter with her attractive doctor left her feeling unsettled and unsure. Must be the meds messing with my head. Annie lay quietly thinking about Dr. Callahan. He was ‘McDreamy,’ the name used to describe the actor who portrayed a doctor on a popular medical television show. She thought it was Grey’s Anatomy but wasn’t completely sure, not that it really mattered.
His full head of shortly trimmed dark brown hair was streaked with silver gray, giving him a mature, distinguished look. She could tell that his physique was lean but muscular. His sky blue scrubs brought the color out of his striking blue eyes even more. Annie thought they were the most unusual shade of blue, but was unable to think of an adequate comparison. More striking than his eye color was the piercing, intense stare as he looked at her. It caused a stirring of arousal down deep in her belly. It was hard to believe that she could feel any sexual attraction having just been cut open and operated on, but she felt the evidence of wetness gather between her legs. This was her last thought as she drifted off to sleep.
* * *
Thomas used the walk to the nurse’s station to calm down. Get a grip! He took a few deep breaths, trying to clear his head. The encounter with his patient had been unnerving. He could not understand the strange sensation that went through him whenever he was with Ms. O’Reilly. She had looked so lost in the oversized hospital bed. She seemed fragile and delicate. Every protective instinct inside him spilled out when he was near her. The connection between them was undeniable. It was intangible, but nonetheless present. Something about her called to him on a primal level. It was a foreign feeling that shook him at his core. Where is all of this coming from?
He searched for the nurse assigned to Annie, glad that it was Maggie Simmons on duty tonight. With Maggie having over twenty years of nursing experience, Thomas knew that Annie would receive excellent, professional care. Reaching the nurse’s station, he greeted her. “Good evening, Maggie.” He tried to sound jovial when he spoke.
The
portly nurse looked up from the desk. “Well, hello and good evening to you too, Dr. Callahan. All finished with rounds?” Maggie asked cheerfully, with a slight Irish brogue.
“Yes, I was just in with Ms. O’Reilly. She seems to be recovering nicely.” He stood there smiling.
“She is a model patient. So polite. Very quiet and appreciative of assistance. Doesn’t complain or demand. I’ll take more like her any day,” Maggie responded.
“Yes, she is very polite and appreciative,” he agreed, distracted. And very pretty. With very expressive brown eyes the shade of burnt amber. “It’s no wonder given what she went through on that vacation. I’m sure Ms. O’Reilly is glad to be back in the US.” The nurse smiled, nodding. “Maggie, I did notice that Ms. O’Reilly was rather cold. Her hand was freezing. I’m a bit concerned about it. As you well know, dramatic changes in body temperature can indicate a post-operative complication. Can you bring her a warm blanket and monitor her temperature closely tonight, please?”
Maggie smiled. “Absolutely, Doctor. I was just about to head to the supply closet anyway. I’ll grab an extra blanket and bring it right to her. It’s about time I check her vital signs anyway.”
“Excellent. I’m going to head home now. Please make sure she gets another blanket,” he repeated, “and if anything changes with her status, please call me immediately. I don’t care what time of night it is. I want to be kept fully informed about Ms. O’Reilly’s condition.”
“I certainly will, Doctor,” she confirmed. “I’ll note it for the next shift to check her vitals frequently and contact you if a pattern emerges or the problem persists.”
Realizing that he was acting rather out of character and that the nurse was studying him, Thomas wanted to make a speedy exit. “Have a good night, Maggie. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that final statement, the doctor abruptly turned, walking in the direction of the elevators.
“Good night, Doctor,” her voice carried down the hall.
* * *
Annie had difficulty sleeping that night. She would catnap, but her mind would wander to the encounters she had with her dreamy doctor. She considered her reaction to him, leaving her confused. The desire to talk to him on a personal level was strong. She wanted to learn all about him, finding the man an interesting paradox. He was incredibly attractive and successful, but there was something more with him. She liked being in his presence and listening to him talk, and the contrast between his comforting, empathetic approach and his forceful and demanding tone made her look forward to his visits. She continued to have these erotic thoughts until exhaustion weighed her down.
After some time, Annie was startled awake. Dr. Callahan was standing beside her bed, fury radiating off his body. Didn’t he just leave my room? Annie was concerned at the look of anger on his face. “Is… is something wrong, Doctor?” she asked hesitantly.
“Yes, Ms. O’Reilly, there certainly is something wrong. The nurse told me that you have been very difficult, getting out of bed without assistance last night. Is that true?” The anger in his eyes was frightening, the intensity making Annie feel like a child.
“Um… well… I didn’t mean to be difficult. I just wanted to go to the bathroom on my own and the nurses were too busy to come when I needed. I didn’t think there was anything wrong with getting up. I just had to go to the bathroom.” Annie knew her face was scarlet. “I also thought it would speed up my progress so I could go home quicker.”
“Nothing wrong with it?” he asked, incredulous. “Do you not understand that you just had major surgery and your body is just starting to recover? You are not supposed to get out of bed on your own. You are not supposed to get out of bed at all, even with assistance, unless I clear you to do so. I am your doctor and you are required to follow my orders, do you understand, Ms. O’Reilly? I make the decisions and you comply with my directions. That is how it works.”
Annie experienced a strange combination of fear and arousal. His commanding presence and dominant demeanor were a complete turn-on. A delightful shiver of excitement and wanting went through her. Her heart beat erratically. “Y… yes, yes, I understand, Doctor. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
“I’m afraid your promise is not enough, Ms. O’Reilly. Your impertinence must be punished. You could have caused yourself serious harm and I would be remiss as your doctor if I did not take you in hand.”
Annie’s pulse reached the danger stage. Punished? Annie was unsure of his meaning. “What do you mean, punished?” she asked slowly.
“Sir,” he responded firmly.
“Sir?” she repeated, confused.
“Yes, Ms. O’Reilly, your question should contain the honorific when you address me as a sign of respect. Your question should be ‘What do you mean, punished, sir?’”
Annie’s eyes widened in response. She was sure her engorged nipples were poking out from her hospital gown. Her panties were dampening by the minute as the dominant doctor took charge and demanded her submission. Annie had always wanted to submit to the will of a strong, take-charge man and here he was, Dr. Callahan, chastising her behavior. A delicious shudder of desire coursed through her body.
“I’m sorry, sir. I meant no disrespect, sir. I did not mean to cause trouble. Please, please forgive me,” Annie rambled, still stunned by this six-foot Adonis standing in front of her.
“Turn over, Ms. O’Reilly.” His command was firm.
“W… w… what do you mean? W… what are you going to do?” she asked nervously.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson, Ms. O’Reilly. You are going to roll over onto your tummy and submit to a punishment spanking. Now, do as I told you and turn over.”
Annie swallowed hard. “You can’t do that! You can’t give me a punishment spanking. Who do you think you are?”
“I am your doctor and I intend to follow through. You misbehaved, Ms. O’Reilly. You broke the rules and you must be punished. My punishments always include a bare-bottom spanking. It won’t be difficult to bare your bottom given the thin gown you are wearing. It opens so conveniently in the back.” His tone was condescending.
A thrilling desire rushed through Annie. She always wanted to experience a punishment spanking. The erotic stories she enjoyed never aroused her to the degree she was in this moment. Looking up, she could see that the doctor was serious in his intent and waited with barely a thread of patience left. Slowly, Annie turned over onto her stomach. Looking over her shoulder, Annie saw the curve of a smile on his face as he pulled the covers off of her.
“Let’s take these panties down, shall we?” he asked rhetorically. Annie felt his fingers curl into the elastic of her white cotton panties and, with painstakingly slow movements, pull the panties down to expose her naked bottom to the cool air.
“You have a lovely bottom, Ms. O’Reilly.” The warmth of his hand rubbing her butt cheeks brought another wave of arousal to course through her body. “You will receive twenty spanks. I expect you to count and thank me after each one. Let’s begin.”
Annie’s bottom clenched, knowing that the first strike was about to fall. “One, thank you, sir. Two, thank you, sir,” she called out through clenched teeth. It really hurt. “Three, thank you, sir.” The stinging of her bottom was like nothing she ever experienced. By the fifth spank, Annie’s eyes filled with tears. By the final spank, she was sobbing. Her ass burned, but that was not the worst of it. The shame. That was what really hurt. To be punished for her misbehavior by her doctor. It was humiliating. But more humiliating was the ache present between her legs. She could feel the swell of arousal, her pussy heavy and drenched.
Annie could not process her emotions quickly enough. She was extremely aroused by the experience. She was on the verge of coming. Her pussy clenched, aching for relief. She moaned softly as his fingers caressed her clit, bringing her to the brink of orgasm. His expert touch gave her electric shocks as her body seared with need. Going over the edge, Annie moaned louder as her pussy spasmed with deep
contractions. The release took her breath away, leaving her heaving as she came to her senses. What the hell just happened?
Annie was face down on the bed with her right hand buried deep between her thighs. It was a dream. Mercifully, her body was still covered and she was alone in her hospital room. Her blood pounded as she righted herself in bed. Spying the box of tissues on the nightstand, Annie quickly wiped the evidence of her arousal from her hand. How humiliating. Masturbating in a hospital room. She was barely aware when a nurse quickly entered her room.
“Ms. O’Reilly, I heard you moaning. Are you in pain?” she asked, concerned.
Oh, crap! What the hell do I say? “Ah, yeah, it is starting to hurt now. I’m in a little bit of pain.” Annie hoped she covered her lie convincingly.
Nodding her head, the nurse said, “Well, let me get you some pain medication. You really need to ask for it as soon as you start to feel uncomfortable. By the sound of your moans, you waited too long to ask for medication. I’m sure your doctor will not be pleased to hear this,” the nurse admonished.
Oh… my… god! I’m mortified. Trying to stay with the cover story, Annie responded, “Yeah, I realize that now. I let it go too long. Now it really hurts. I’m sorry you heard me moaning.”
“No worries, dear. Let’s get you some relief and settled back to sleep. I’ll be right back.” The nurse walked out of the room. Annie was beyond grateful that one, she was in a private room and, two, the nurse thought her moans were due to pain. If she really knew, she’d call for a psych consult, I am sure.
* * *
Thomas strode into the hospital with a light, quick step and a smile on his face. He was going to see his new favorite patient this morning and felt nervous excitement at the prospect. His good mood was deflated rather quickly, however, when he reviewed the night nursing notes. Apparently, Ms. O’Reilly had been heard moaning in her room. When the nurse checked on her, she reported being in pain. Given medication to alleviate it, she slept the remainder of the night. Thomas was extremely troubled and perturbed. Especially after lecturing her before he left yesterday. He insisted on the importance of communicating her pain levels. His displeasure that she did not comply with his demand made him want to take her over his knee. Of course, he knew that was an irrational thought. He abhorred the idea of Ms. O’Reilly being in any discomfort even though he also desired to spank her ass red for her disobedience.
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