“You,” he says. “Deserve a damn good spanking.”
I laugh and try to stand, but he’s still got his hand there and he holds me in place with pressure that is just firm enough to suggest I don’t move.
“You going to spank me, Doc?”
“I might,” he says. “In your case, I get the feeling it’s likely medically necessary.”
“Uh huh.” My shoulders are shaking because I’m giggling so hard. Giggling is one thing I wasn’t programmed to do. It’s something I’ve picked up over the years, rare, but it comes out when I’m particularly tickled at getting away with something.
“If you were mine,” he says. “I’d have your pants and panties down around your ankles, and I’d be setting about making your bottom good and hot.”
That sentence sends a bolt of heat to the core of me. It’s something about the way he says it, all stern and warm and dominant without triggering my aggressive impulses. This doctor may be out of his depth when it comes to me and this place, but he knows how to handle himself.
“But I’m not yours,” I say. “So you can’t do anything to me but tell on me to Tyko, and he already knew I was faking.”
SMACK!
The sudden impact of a large masculine palm against my backside makes me jerk upright hard enough to break his hold. I whirl around and stare at him with wide eyes.
“You just hit me!”
“Spanked you,” the doctor says, still giving me that stern stare with those mature green eyes. “There’s no excuse for wasting medical time, and there’s certainly no excuse for hurting an agent when he’s trying to handle you.”
“Maybe he should be better at his job,” I suggest. My butt is stinging lightly. There’s no damage at all, but somehow I’m having an ongoing emotional reaction to that tap on my ass. There’s a part of me that wants him to do it again, though I don’t know why.
“Maybe you should behave,” the doctor says. “Sit down. I’ll call someone to collect you.”
I’m disappointed. I’ve enjoyed my interaction with the doctor more than I’ve enjoyed anything in a very long time. It has to come to an end though, I guess. Maybe I’ll see him again in the not too distant future. Maybe not.
Tom
I am about thirty seconds away from all kinds of inappropriate activities. I have to stop myself from bending this little brat over and tanning her until that attitude of hers changes. Spanking your patients is 100% not in the guidelines for this facility. I don’t know what would be done to me if I did that, but I doubt I’d like the consequences.
There’s something about this place that makes it feel easy to bend the rules, ignore right and wrong. Out in what I refer to inwardly as ’the real world’, there is no way I would ever smack a patient’s bottom. In here, it’s likely the least terrible thing to happen to her today. It’s put a smile on her face. A devious, naughty smile which I know bodes trouble.
“Wait here,” I tell her. “Don’t touch anything. I’m going to check on your handler.”
I hope Tyko is ready to be discharged. I need to clear my head and gather some more information.
“But we were having so much fun…” she pouts at me and stands in such a manner as to emphasize her chest and her rear. Oh, she’s a minx, alright. I’ve seen about three different versions of this woman in the past half hour. I’m not sure which one is the real Electra, but I know when a woman is trying to seduce me, and that sparkle in her eye is more than suggestive.
“Wait. Here.” I say firmly, returning to the other exam room where Tyko is sitting up, looking pale.
“How’s the patient?”
“Pissed,” he growls. “That little bitch.”
“Language, please. There are ladies present,” I say, gesturing to Doc Chalmers, whose eyes have narrowed at his expletive. “I’ll take over, if you like.”
“Please,” she says, snapping the rubber gloves off her hands. Apparently Electra isn’t the only female Tyko has managed to alienate today.
“You may find yourself bleeding urine,” I tell him. “If you do, seek medical attention immediately.”
“Yeah. I won’t be seeking treatment for that bitch,” he growls, as if swearing at Electra is going to make any kind of difference to his bruised manhood, or kidneys.
In spite of strongly believing she deserves a good spanking, I don’t see anything particularly wrong with what Electra did, though I can’t voice that opinion out loud. Everything that happens in this facility happens on camera, which means every supervisor going all the way up to the Head is going to know that Tyko put his back to the girl in an attempt to block me from providing medical care.
There’s a knock at the door. I answer it to find a team of six armed personnel. Just as I thought, the chaos has been noted and is now being handled. Thankfully, they are far more professional in their comportment than Tyko has been.