Dr. Daddy Dom (Little Lake Bridgeport 2) Read online

  "I'll drink the damn water." Her voice sounded like an angry growl and she muttered another obscenity.

  "Not a very submissive response, but we can work on that later. Did you just call me an asshole? Ian, please remind me to put her over my knee as soon as she's all better. Such insults are uncalled for and a sign of ingratitude. I guess she didn't think I was serious when I said that I tolerate no guff from anyone, especially a naughty little girl."

  "Yes, sir. I'll be more than happy to remind you," Ian said with a chuckle. "Now you know what I've had to deal with."

  "Well, that attitude will be altered pretty soon. If not now, then in the near future. Let's see," Cain said, removing the thermometer and wiping it off. "She's running a low-grade at 99.8. I think hydration and some food might knock that down, but let's give her some Tylenol just in case."

  "What's that?" Ian asked as Caine pulled a Ziploc containing several bullet-shaped items out of his bag.

  "Suppositories. Since she doesn't like the taste of her medications, we might as well stay rectal. I tend to believe that they are more effective when inserted in that manner, anyway. Let me show you how to do it," Caine said.

  "No! Ian! No!" Savannah kicked and tried to turn to a supine position, but failed as Caine gently leaned against her back, anchoring her against his hip.

  "Peel back the wings to expose the tapered part and place the tip in the lubrication. Put on your gloves and then add some lube to your index finger. Since she's on her side, it's easiest to bend her knee and hike her free leg up towards her chest, and then tilt her forward until her knee rests against the mattress. See how that position completely exposes her anus?" Caine explained.

  Ian stared at the winking pink rosebud with delight. His wife had never allowed him to touch her there, let alone look directly at it. He nodded eagerly.

  "Why are you screaming? No one has hurt you," Caine scolded the girl and then returned to his instruction. "With your finger, massage the soft outside tissue surrounding the sphincter. This action helps to relax the muscles and prepares her to take the suppository. I try to make the procedure a little more comfortable by gently introducing my finger."

  "No! This is disgusting!" Savannah cried out, trying to tighten her bottom and prevent the sliding of his digit into her body. She failed.

  "I go as deeply as I can. Not only does it allow her body time to get used to something being inside her, but it also lets me know if she's got any blockage. That is an immediate call for an enema, by the way. Keep your finger in her until she stops fighting you. By the way, this is also a very effective way to discipline. An anal plug can be inserted and left in place for quite some time without causing any harm, and is very good at teaching bad little girls some manners, as well as learning to mind their daddies."

  "Or their uncles?" Ian said with a grin.

  "Or their uncles," Caine confirmed. "My own little girl knows that when Daddy takes out the plugs, she is going to be a very unhappy young miss. I can get you a set if you like."

  "Please do. I have a feeling that they will be needed quite often."

  The woman squealed as Caine's finger pressed deep. He waited until she stopped squeezing and then began to move it back and forth. "She's still fighting me. I don't stop until she submits. This way I can be confident that she won't try to expel the medication."

  Savannah's sobs continued as she finally gave in. Satisfied, Caine removed his finger. "See how her sphincter stayed open for a few seconds? That showed that she minded me like a good girl. The next step is just putting the flange end of the bullet on the tip of your finger and pressing it in as far as you can reach. Your turn," the doctor announced, slipping off his gloves and tossing them into the trash. "Tell her what you are doing."

  Ian's hand trembled with excitement as he donned a pair of gloves and then lubed his finger. "I'm just going to massage around your asshole, Vanna. I'm not hurting you, so stop your fussing."

  "Please don't," she wept again.

  "I have to. And Dr. Marshall is right, you are acting like a big baby. Do you want to sit in the corner?"

  "No!"

  "Then behave yourself. I'm now going to put my finger into your bottom. Easy…" Ian's breath quickened as he felt her muscles constrict tightly against his thick, long finger. His cock twitched as he wondered how it would feel as the hot, soft walls tightened around his shaft, milking him as he moved back and forth. Slowly, he began to fuck her ass with his finger.

  He used his chin to gesture towards her pussy, which glistened with her natural juices. Caine nodded and mouthed 'faster'. Obeying, Ian moved his gloved finger in long, quick strokes until he heard a slight moan escape his wife's lips. Upon the doctor's orders, he stopped and grinned as a whine of protest followed.

  "Very good. Now insert the medication," Caine said.

  Another moan was heard as Ian pressed the suppository deep into her rectal cavity and held it in place for a few seconds before withdrawing.

  "You did very well, Ian. I'm going to order suppositories for pain control since she doesn't like the oral meds. In the meantime, I'll give her an injection of Dilaudid."

  "No shots, you fucking jerkoff!" Savannah growled.

  "She doesn't learn very quickly, does she?" Caine sighed sadly.

  "I told you that she was hard-headed. She just doesn't want to do anything without putting up a fight, it's her M.O."

  "I'm seeing that. Modus operandi or not, this behavior isn't very attractive. While I certainly don't mind some bratting, I have absolutely no ability to abide being around a brat. If you were further along in your recovery, young lady, I would be putting that naughty backside right across my knee and turning it the color of the sunset. Instead, I think we should consider starting a punishment book to keep track of these transgressions so that when she is physically ready, we will have everything we need to discipline her."

  "We? We!" Savannah snapped.

  "Well, yes, we. Ian, myself, and perhaps my brother."

  "You'd better keep your goddamn fucking hands off me, you bastard!"

  "Savannah! Apologize this minute!" Ian shouted, feeling his face heat.

  "There is no need to raise your voice," Caine said calmly to his embarrassed friend. "I think it's fair that she's given a warning to prove that you are serious about trying to heal your marriage. Would you like to do the honors, or shall I?"

  "She offended you, Doc, so be my guest. What are you going to do?" Ian said abruptly, unsuccessfully hiding the curiosity in his voice.

  Caine slapped on another set of gloves and spoke softly. "As you wish. Savannah? After tonight, I only want to hear respectful statements of yes and no, followed by a sir. Do you hear me?"

  When she responded with a whispered 'fuck off', he firmly slid his finger again inside her bottom, paused, and then added a second. She bucked against him, the sound of her angry cries bouncing off the walls. Seconds later, he carefully added a third digit, and her tears began to fall freely.

  "I'm sorry!" she wept loudly. "I'll be good, I promise. Please believe me, I will!"

  Caine gently removed his fingers and patted her bottom. "Calm down, we both know that didn't hurt, but it did add some humiliation to the mix. Now you know what a butt plug is going to feel like, and if you didn't care for the sensation then you might want to think twice before you act up again. The plug won't harm you, but it will certainly make things uncomfortable when you have to sit on it. It's completely up to you if you want to play that way. Do you?"

  "No, sir," she sniveled. "I'm sorry."

  "That's a good girl. I really like it when you are cooperative and sweet. It's not all about punishment, and I promise that there will be plenty of rewards when you behave yourself. Now hold still, you're only going to feel a tiny stick," Caine announced, quickly dabbing her hip with an alcohol wipe and then injecting the medication. He patted her again and then carefully turned her onto her back, softly smiling as he touched her face. "I don't like having to punish one of my girl
s when they are in such a bad state, but I won't be disrespected or argued with, okay?"

  "'Kay." She dipped her eyes down, trying not to look at him.

  "Let's give the drugs a little time to work and then we'll change your dressing. Do you like Disney?" Caine asked gently.

  "It's all right."

  "My little girl is addicted to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. She just can't get enough, and plays the movie over and over again. We've killed off at least three DVDs now," he said with a warm laugh. "Have you ever watched them?"

  "No. I don't like cartoons much," Savannah mumbled.

  "Hmm, how about Guardians of the Galaxy? That's another favorite of hers. She walks around for days saying, 'I am Groot' just to drive my brother Layton crazy." Caine started a movie search on the television.

  "Layton? Layton Marshall is your brother?"

  "So you do remember him!"

  "How can I forget? I poured a cherry Slurpee on his lap because he treated me like I was a little kid," she mumbled. "The nasty look he gave me haunted me for years."

  "You were a high school freshman, darling, and still a kid. I'll have you know that I laughed about that for months. In fact, after that, my dad never failed to ask if Layton needed a lap bib every time we got Slurpees."

  "He deserved it. He made fun of me."

  "I'm sure he did, but I wouldn't try it again, if I were you. Now that you're an adult, he won't hesitate to give you a bare-bottom spanking in lieu of the stink eye. Here we go! I put a little bell next to your bed to ring if you need anything." Caine sat down on the edge of bed and ran his hand over her face. "Are you upset with me?"

  "No. Just super embarrassed."

  "Do you understand that it was for your own good? "

  "I suppose," she muttered, still avoiding eye contact.

  Caine gently hugged her, kissed her forehead, and then left the room, taking Ian with him. "So? Opinion?" he asked the younger man.

  "You're brilliant, Doc. I wish I could take control like you do."

  "You can, but you need to practice and be consistent. With the fear of Dr. Daddy Dom and Counselor Cranky Pants, you have something in your arsenal to use until you're ready to stand on your own."

  "It's probably inappropriate to point this out, but given our unusual circumstances, I'm going to say something. Did you notice that she got a bit wet?" Ian said.

  "It's my job to notice those things, and that's what I had hoped would happen, especially to someone who is said to be frigid. This is a good time to introduce pleasure and trust. Just make sure that you praise the big girl before you do anything sensual."

  "How far can I go?"

  "Let's avoid any orgasms for the time being. It's possible that the contractions might cause discomfort, and we don't want her to ever be afraid of them. Work her up like you just did and then stop when she's showing increased arousal. By the time she's healed, she will be so damn horny that she won't let you sleep."

  "I can only dream." Ian laughed, handing Caine a cup of coffee.

  "Thanks. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about. Back to the butt plugs. I think we have a brand new spare set at home that was given to us as a wedding gift by one of our smart-ass kinkster friends. Between those and corner time, Savannah should think twice before she tries acting out again. She gets no second chances, though. If she mouths off or fights you, take care of it right away. Just keep calm, stay controlled and loving."

  "Whatever you say, Doc. I still can't get over how she responded to you."

  "I'm irresistible, what can I tell you?" Caine winked.

  "What if she tells people that I'm abusing her or something? Punishing her when she's in a position without real choice can't really be considered consensual, can it?"

  "That's a gray line and would be an area of controversy for a lot of people. I view it this way; when a driver is caught speeding, she is charged with a fine and has to appear in court to receive her discipline for breaking the rules. Her consent to receive punishment is understood since she elected to have a license and, with that, agreed to abide by the laws of the road," Caine said. "Likewise, Savannah has stated to you that she doesn't want a divorce, however the rules of the marriage have been broken and discipline is required in order to bring it to a place of wholeness. It's called implied consent, and her choice is to comply or dissolve the relationship."

  "Being an alcoholic doesn't really show that she is someone who has made smart choices in the past, either," Ian commented solemnly.

  "Very true, and should she ever complain about her treatment, that would be an issue to discuss. Another is the fact that she is an abusive spouse."

  "She's never struck me with anything."

  "Abuse isn't just defined as physical harm, rather it's the improper usage or treatment of someone to unfairly or improperly gain benefit. Verbal maltreatment and aggression is a common form of spousal abuse that many men suffer, but never speak out against. You know as well as I do that words are capable of causing as much damage as physical violence, and you've endured her attacks for years," Caine explained.

  "That's true. I guess I never considered myself abused. I just can't believe that I allowed myself to get to that place."

  "This type of thing sneaks up on people sometimes, and men are mocked by society for cracking under the verbal whips of nagging or bitter wives. That's why Layton and I are attracted to our lifestyle. That type of behavior is not only discouraged, but is dealt with quickly. Just be assured that no harm is being done to her physically, and we are monitoring her psychological issues as well as her alcoholism. I know you won't believe me, but she's going to take to this like a duck to water once she stops fighting against herself," Caine said, patting Ian's shoulder.

  "You really think so?"

  "Like I tell my family, I trust my instincts, and they have never been wrong. Now, let's take a look at her wound, get her cleaned up, fed, and back to sleep."

  Savannah looked fearfully at her husband when Caine began to remove her dressings. "Am I hurting you?" the physician asked kindly, glancing up at her face with concern.

  "No," she said quietly. "You've got a very gentle touch, unlike some of those nurses at the hospital. I'm surprised."

  "Not everybody believes that kissing an owie makes all better," he said with a charming smile. "I also want to be sure that you aren't angry with me. Talk."

  "I'm not, honest. I was rude to you and I'm sorry. I've never had anyone put the brakes on with me before, and it was a little scary and I felt out of control. Right now, with everything that's happened, it makes me panicky."

  "That is completely understandable. You can say anything you want to, just watch how it's said, okay? I'm here to help you be the best person possible, and promise that none of us will ever cause you harm," Caine said.

  "It's just so humiliating!"

  "Yes, it is. We all have to learn one way or another, sweetheart, and it seems like being firm and unwavering is what you seem to respond to right now."

  "It's stupid."

  "Not at all, especially given your situation. My favorite analogy is a playground," Caine said, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking her hair. "We naturally feel safer when we are playing in an area that's gated and keeps us from running into the street and being struck by a car. Do you agree?"

  "Or a motorcycle," she added quietly. "I guess so."

  "If there had been a giant fence blocking you, this would never have happened. The rules that we are imposing on you are, in all respects, the fence that will keep you safe. If you choose to ignore those rules and climb over the fence, the penalty will be much more severe. But it will never involve being hit by a motorcycle or risking losing your life. You think about that for a while. I'm going to help Ian give you a bed bath so I can take a look at all your other owies."

  "Then what? Are you going to kiss them and make them all better?"

  "Do you want me to?"

  Savannah shrugged. "I get the feeling that you would. Your ki
ds must love you when you're not being mean."

  "I don't have any children, but thank you."

  "What a waste. You'd be a great dad. It's a shame…" her voice trailed off.

  "What, honey?" Ian asked, stroking his hand over her forehead after bringing in a tub of hot water and a wash cloth.

  "Some people who should have kids, don't. And others, like my father, should have kept his dick in his pants."

  "My wife would totally agree with you. It sounds like both of your fathers were cut from the same cloth. Easy now," Caine said, gently removing her gown and then covering her with a sheet. "Close your eyes, sweetie. You've had a long day and you're fighting the meds."

  Together the men finished bathing her quickly, dressed her sleeping body, and then went out to Caine's truck.

  "Thanks again for coming over," Ian said. "I owe you."

  "No, you don't. Call me tomorrow and let me know how she's doing. Keep monitoring her temperature, too. If it rises again, give her another suppository. I'll call in the order for the suppository pain meds to be delivered in the morning."

  "Okay. Good night and thanks again." Ian smiled. He waited until Caine drove away and re-entered the house.

  "I want my daddy," Savannah was muttering in her drug-addled sleep.

  "I'm right here, love bug," Ian said, leaning over her.

  Her eyes fluttered open and she gave a tiny smile. "Ian? Are you gonna be my daddy?"

  "I guess so. Do you want that?"

  "Mmm, yesss…." she said, snuggling her cheek against his hand and falling back to sleep. Ian propped his chin on the rail. He didn't know whether it was due to the pain medication or the interaction with Caine, but Savannah had made her choice. She wanted a daddy, not an uncle.

  A small smile lit across his face as he gently stroked her forehead with his thumb. He was starting to understand the pride that Caine expressed when May called him 'Daddy'. It left him feeling needed and with purpose, and he liked it.