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The Right Treatment by Tara Finnegan

The Right Treatment by Tara Finnegan

Things have changed quite a bit in the years since Aoife Devine last saw Matt McDaid, her childhood crush. Working as a doctor on the emergency ward has hardened him, and parties, alcohol, and one-night-stands have taken their toll on her. But when a bad batch of ecstasy sends Aoife to the hospital, she finds herself with no choice but to accept Matt’s help, even if that means obeying his rules.

Matt proves fully prepared to back up his orders with a sound spanking, and Aoife soon learns that cooperating with his treatments is not optional, no matter how humiliating they may be for her. But will Aoife always be no more than a foolish girl to him, or can Matt come to see her as more than just a troublesome patient in need of the right treatment?

Publisher’s Note: The Right Treatment is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. This book is also available as part of a five-book collection entitled What the Doctor Ordered.

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Author: Tara Finnegan

eBook Price: $3.95

Length: 44,700 words

 

Excerpt

“Go to your room, strip off, and lie on the bed ready for an examination until I get there. If you’re not ready when I get there, I promise you, the exam will start with your first taste of a proper spanking. If I find you are lying, the examination will finish with a spanking. Before the night is out, you will write out I must show courtesy and respect to those who are good enough to help me one hundred times. You had better pray you won’t be writing on a hard kitchen chair with a bare, spanked bottom.” The look of horror on her face said it all. Before she scampered from the room, she lifted her mug of tea; he saw her hold it in her mouth and her face redden from the scalding liquid. Inwardly he chuckled. She thought she was being clever. Where he intended sticking the thermometer, a full mug of tea wouldn’t make much difference.

As soon as Aoife went to her bedroom, he grabbed his emergency bag from the hall, then went to his bathroom cabinet and pulled out the Vaseline and thermometer. He’d placed them there the minute Aoife had signed her agreement, knowing she would pull any stunt to have the upper hand. He would make sure she would never fake sick again.

“No! No way,” Aoife had protested when he placed the thermometer and Vaseline on the locker. The shock on her face said it all. She definitely had not seen this coming. He relished in the victory. She was lying on the bed, but of course she hadn’t undressed; in fact she had already pulled on her running clothes.

“Clothes off, now,” Matt ordered, swatting her firmly on the rump.

“Ouch,” she protested. She quickly jumped to attention.

“Lie in the foetal position and relax, it will only take a few minutes.” Her fingers trembled as she slipped off her shorts and he got a lovely view of her cute white cotton panties. No, he would not allow himself be distracted. Aoife needed to be taught a lesson and his job was to teach it. “Take off your top too, I want to listen to your chest.”

“No, I feel better, we can go to the gym now. Honest, it’s just my time of the month,” Aoife begged. Sheesh. Did she really expect him to fall for that? He had access to all her medical records. He knew she was using the Merino coil. Time of the month wouldn’t come into it. At worst, she might have a day or two of light spotting, but even that was not significant. He slipped on some latex gloves, enjoying the look of defeat settle on her face. With a ‘harrumph’ she flopped despondently on the bed, her face delightfully glowing with embarrassment. Before long, he was pretty sure she would have another set of cheeks burning just as brightly. He was relishing the thought of finally spanking some of that brattitude out of her. He had been aching to do just that from the day after she had been admitted to his care in Ealing Hospital.

“We can’t have you exercising if you are ill, can we? What sort of a tyrant would that make me? I need to check you over first. Now you can turn around and face the wall or I will take you across my knee, your choice.”

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