The still too fresh memory of her last medical exam sent her panicking to the farthest edge of the bed. “No. You can’t… no!” As she said it, she felt a cramp although it was not half as severe as what she had been feeling. “No more doctors or nurses.”
Silas looked at her. “Rowan, you have to. Once it’s over, it’s over.”
Rowan wrapped her hands around the headboard, once again knowing she was powerless, that he would force her to bear this humiliation if she refused and still unable to comply.
“Set it up, nurse,” Silas said.
“Please,” Rowan muttered when the woman approached. “I don’t want to.”
“It will turn toxic,” Dr. Stone said. “I’m sorry but you have to take this,” he continued. “It will be over within half an hour.”
“You have no choice. If I need to hold you down to take it, then I’ll do that,” Silas added.
“I just need to get some warm water and it will be ready,” the nurse said.
“I can at least do it myself,” Rowan begged in a whisper when he came to stand beside her, his hand at the top of her head. “Please, Silas,” she added as she watched Dr. Stone prepare the tubing.
“I’m sorry, Rowan,” Silas said, sitting down beside her on the bed as the nurse returned. “This is for your own good.” He ran his hands up along her arms, then held her hands and made her look at him. “I won’t leave you alone, I’ll be here with you the whole time. Now lie down on your belly and pull your knees up underneath you.”
“No! I won’t do it!” Rowan called out as she jumped from the bed, but in her weakened state, she ended up stumbling and would have fallen if Silas hadn’t leaped after her.
“Make it easy on yourself, Rowan. This is happening,” he said as she struggled against him, managing to scratch his face as he hauled her back to the bed and sat down, holding her face down over his lap, her two wrists caught in one of his hands at her low back, her legs trapped between his as he situated her as he would for a spanking so that her bottom was raised high.
“Go ahead, doctor,” Silas said.
The woman who had stood watching now slipped a set of gloves onto her hands. When Rowan heard their snap, she gave it one final effort, trying to free herself from Silas’ iron grip.
“Perhaps we should sedate her,” the nurse volunteered.
“We cannot, it won’t mix with the drug I gave her. She just needs to take this. Rowan,” the doctor said her name gently.
She turned to watch him approach with the lubricated thermometer ready. She struggled again, her hair now falling over her eyes so she could hardly see what was going on.
“Rowan, make it easy. Like Silas said, this has to happen and it has to happen now. This is just a thermometer. If you relax, it will slide in easily,” he said.
She looked at it but it was thicker than she expected and longer. “No!” When she tried once more to wriggle away, she managed to kick the table of medical supplies. Luckily, the nurse caught it and only the tube of lubricant fell to the floor. She didn’t even see it coming when Silas spanked her bottom hard twice, the sound of the slaps reverberating off the walls.
“You. Will. Be. Still!” he said. “Look at me.”
When she didn’t, he took a handful of her hair and tugged, forcing her to look up.
“You’re hurting me!” she yelled.
“Toxic means you can die. Do you understand that? I’m not letting you die. You brought this on yourself, now we will all deal with the consequences. Are you going to be still and take the enema or do I have to spank you in front of the doctor first? It’s happening either way, you choose how.”
Goosebumps raised the hairs on her arms and tears filled her eyes. Toxic. Yes, she knew what that meant. She sucked in a deep breath and nodded, or tried to.
“Please don’t make me. I don’t want to,” she said, tears wetting her face.
Silas sighed. “I know but you have to,” he said more softly, petting her hair in an effort to soothe, that small act of tenderness pushing more tears from her eyes.
She nodded, her eyebrows furrowed.
“Good,” he said, smiling a little for her while continuing to pet her hair and rub her back.
She glimpsed the nurse and the doctor staring at her from over his shoulder and her face reddened. “Ok.”
Silas kept one hand holding her in place and nodded. “Go ahead, doctor,” he said.
Rowan turned her face into the mattress.
“Nurse,” the doctor said and foreign hands spread her bottom cheeks apart. Rowan felt the tip of the thermometer touch her back hole and it took all she had not to clench against it. It hurt but wasn’t unmanageable and besides, it wasn’t pain she was worried about at this point, it was the humiliation of being held down over Silas’ lap as if she were a child, the humiliation of having her bottom cheeks spread open, her most private parts exposed for all to see and then, the ultimate humiliation, this public invasion of her bottom hole. She glanced over at the bag that hung from the stand, the tubing attached to it, and knew it had only just begun.