Ian and I had very different definitions of what was enjoyable and what was not. In order to get my cast off, first he had me remove my pants, so I was sitting on the exam table in just my shirt and panties. Then I found out that he had to use this very loud and powerful saw. I was terrified that he might slip and cut my leg off or worse, I might flinch and make him cut my leg off. Thankfully, neither of those things happened.
Once he was done using the power tool, he had to use sharp scissors to cut the cotton padding away.
The scissors were super cold and I kept pulling my leg back. I didn’t like that. After he had threatened me with a spanking and that he would tie me down to keep me still, I clenched my teeth together and didn’t move my leg again.
Finally, after fifteen minutes of this torture, he pulled off my cast.
“Ugh! My leg looks disgusting!”
It was covered in bruises. Some were dark purple, others blue, others red. It didn’t look like my leg at all. It also was a bit hairy. So not sexy.
I moved it to the side and let out a whimper. It was definitely still broken.
“Don’t move your leg, sweetheart. Lie back and I’ll have it fixed in no time. This is going to be the part that you enjoy.”
“I’ll have to take your word for it.”
“Maggie,” Ian warned, his voice going deeper and his eyes started to turn a light cherry red.
I laid back down and stared at the ceiling. I held my breath as I felt a liberal amount of lotion being spread over the top of my knee all the way down to my toes. It was cool and left my leg feeling all tingly, like it was being numbed.
He started to knead it into my skin, running up and down my leg as he somehow managed to hit every sore spot. Within a matter of seconds, the pain was fading.
It felt so amazing, I kept looking down to make sure my leg hadn’t turned into jello.
“That feels good,” I moaned as he rubbed over a particularly sore spot, making it go away.
“I knew you would like this.”
Curious about how this worked, I leaned up on my elbows to get a better look at what he was doing.
“How can lotion heal broken bones? I’ve seen other people with fractures scream if someone so much as touched them.”
“This lotion has several ingredients that are native to Aureus. One numbs the pain receptors in your leg. Another we’ve found helps grow new bone at an exponential rate. Yet another, when applied to skin, warms it on contact and seems to also have a relaxing component that prevents the patient from tensing up.”
“So basically it’s a miracle drug?”
“Yes,” he chuckled, as he continued to rub my leg. “Lie back now, and let me finish.”
I did as I was told, satisfied to let him keep working on my leg forever. It felt so heavenly. I closed my eyes and began to doze off.
All too soon, I was awoken by Ian shaking my shoulder.
“I’m all done with your leg. I need to do your ribs now.”
I nodded and started to doze off again, but was brought out of my slumber when I felt gentle tugs on my shirt. Looking down, I realized he had it almost completely unbuttoned.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing, buster?” I shoved away his wrists and crossed my arms over my chest.
“Maggie, I told you, I’m going to heal your ribs now.”
“You expect me to let you rub lotion on my ribs, which are right next to my boobs? No way! I don’t want you seeing them right now! Give the lotion to me and I’ll do it.”
I held my hand out for the lotion, but he didn’t give it to me. Instead, he had an amused grin on his face, as his sky blue eyes twinkled with mirth. His expression made me angrier since he clearly wasn’t taking me seriously.
“Sweetie, I’ve already seen your breasts when we dream shared. Remember that one, where I spent an hour just teasing them with my fingers, flicking the tips with my tongue, sucking them in between my lips, and nibbling them with my teeth?”
My breaths came out in little pants as my panties got soaked. I distinctively remembered that dream. He hadn’t actually touched my breasts, but they had been tender for two days after it.
When I felt his hands return to my buttons, I pushed them away again.
“Still! You haven’t seen them in real life and I don’t want the first time that you see them to be now!”
“Honey, if you recall, I’m a healer. So, I’ve studied and seen other women’s breasts. I’m willing to wager that I’ll be seeing yours very soon when you finally let me claim you.”
“I don’t want you looking at or touching other women’s breasts! You’re my mate,” I screeched. The thought of him viewing another woman naked, besides me, had me going into a rage. If I had eyes that changed color, they’d be fire engine red by now.
“My, my,” he said with a smile, looking extremely pleased, “for someone who claims she’ll be leaving once our mating period is over, you’re mighty possessive.”
I scowled and fell back against my pillow. The jackass had a point there.
He sat on the edge of the table and looked down at me. “You have to remember though, as a healer, this is what I do. I’m going to see women’s bodies and their private areas. But if you choose to stay with me, you will have nothing to worry about because you will be my mate. I could look at a hundred pairs of breasts or a thousand vaginas and I won’t care because none of them will be yours.”
I glanced up at him to see his eyes had faded to a light magenta color. Why did my mate have to have such pretty, expressive eyes?
“That was super corny, but the sweetest thing that anyone has ever said to me.”
“I’m glad,” he said, pinching my nose. “Now, place your arms to the sides, so I can open your shirt and do what I need to do to make you better.”
“Oh, all right.”
I let my hands fall to my sides and felt the last of the buttons give way beneath his fingers. Then he pulled open my shirt and revealed my bruised ribs and swollen breasts.
I knew it was silly to be so embarrassed about him seeing me, but I wasn’t one of those people who was fine with people seeing my body. My mother was always so strict about modesty that it took a lot to get me to trust someone before seeing me naked.
“You look so adorable lying on my exam table with your face flushed and your shirt open, exposing your beauty to me.”
“Will you please get on with the healing?”
He cupped my breasts in his big hands and flicked his thumbs over my nipples through my bra and then pinched them, sending a small spark of pain through me.
“I’m being patient with you, Maggie, but that patience is wearing thin with your disrespect. Watch your words, young lady. One more outburst and bruised ribs or not, I’ll bend you over this table and redden your naughty bottom.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
He bent down and placed a kiss on each spot that he had pinched. Between the pain of the pinches and the touch of his lips, my nipples were hard pebbles and my pussy was soaked.
The healing lotion was applied to my ribs and Ian massaged it in. Try as I might to fall asleep again when he massaged me, I couldn’t. The pain from him pinching my nipples had gone straight to my core. Along with his hands massaging my abdomen and being pretty darn close to my breasts, I was highly aroused.
“All done,” he announced after what felt like an eternity.
I sagged in relief. Since we were done, I began to button my shirt just as Ian announced, “Leave that; you’ll be more comfortable with it off when you have your enema.”
That stopped me in my tracks on the second to last button I had to fasten.
“Enema?” I squeaked.
“Yes. The scans showed that your intestines were swollen from the accident. You’ll need an enema with some healing herbs to make sure that the swelling goes down and that your organs are perfectly healthy.”
There was no way on this planet—scratch that, this solar system—that I was going to let this man stick a hose up my bottom and fill me full of fluids, healing or not.
“Yes, baby girl. As your healer and your mate, I will not allow you to put aside your own health just because you’re embarrassed by a medical procedure.”
Before I could come up with a response to get out of this, there was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” Ian called out.
Gracie came in, rolling an odd-looking chair and on top of it was an enema kit.
I never knew that it was possible to blush from head to toe, but in that moment, I learned I could. Obviously, Gracie knew what was about to happen too. I was mortified and in shock.
“Thank you, Gracie.”
“No problem. If you need anything else, let me know. I’ll have my tablet with me.” She sent me a little smile before she closed the door behind her.
Ian pushed the equipment over to the small pipe that was sticking out of the wall and connected one of the hoses that was a part of the rolling cart to the pipe. It was then I realized that it was a chair, which was actually a portable toilet. The urge to be sick was very strong at the moment.
He walked back and pressed a button on the side of the exam table and a pole with a hook at the top popped up. He hung the bag with clear liquid in it and inserted the tube into the connector.
“Sweetie, take your panties off and lie on your side away from me.”
He may have wanted me to do that, but I had other plans. Jumping off the exam table, I stood on the other side.
“No. I am not having an enema. I promise I’ll eat only soft foods for a week, no, a month in order to help this swelling go down, but I refuse to have an enema.”
His eyes turned back to their cherry red color as he stared at me, not saying anything for several moments. If he expected me to hop back on that table, he would be waiting for the rest of his life.
“Young lady, this is your last chance. Remove your panties and get back on the table and roll to your side, facing away from me.”
He sighed and let the end of the hose fall to the side of the hanging bar. He stalked toward me.
Quickly, I dodged to the opposite side of the table.
He tried walking over to me again and I went the other way. This continued for a few moments.
A grim smile settled over his face, but his eyes had turned to a dark crimson red. I knew he was angry. “Maggie, as much as I love this cat-and-mouse game, as you humans call it, I’m getting tired of it.”
“And I’m getting tired of you thinking I’m going to get this enema.”
He started to walk around to my side of the exam table and I started to walk toward his. Suddenly, he hopped over the table and captured me, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist so I wouldn’t be able to move.
He placed a kiss right behind my ear that had me shivering. “Now onto your punishment and then your enema.”
Before I could say more, I was bent over the exam table. With little effort, he pulled down my panties, exposing my bottom to the cool air. Shortly after, he was raining slaps down on my naked backside.
“Hey! You can’t do that!” I protested, trying to cover my butt with my hands.
He grabbed both of them in one of his own and then placed his elbow into my back, immobilizing my upper body. He also positioned his left foot behind mine, so I couldn’t step back or kick him either.
“Apparently, I can. I asked you to get back on that exam table twice and you continued to disobey me. Now you are being punished. Hopefully, the next time I ask you to do something, you’ll remember this lesson and we won’t have to do this again. Be happy I’m just using my hand today.”
Another round of smacks covered my naked ass. His big hand hit fast and hard, leaving a burning, prickling sensation like the sting of a hundred bees.
“Ouch! Ian, I’m sorry!”
“I’m glad to hear that, my mate,” he said, as he rubbed my backside, soothing some of the ache, “however, you are not getting out of your punishment. I’d advise you to be quiet; these walls are pretty thin. You wouldn’t want Gracie to hear you getting spanked like a naughty little girl.”
My face reddened as the embarrassment over the thought of Ian’s receptionist hearing entered my mind. She would think I was a child, for sure.
He laid another set of spanks across my butt. When he hit the back of my thighs, I couldn’t help whimpering. That burned badly!
I didn’t notice that I began crying until the tears started to cascade down my face. It was about then that Ian placed one final smack in the center of my ass and declared the spanking over.
I was sure at this point that my bottom resembled a red ripe tomato. That thought made me cry harder.
“It’s okay, baby girl. Your punishment is over and all is forgiven.”
He pulled me into a tight embrace.
Although he was the source of my sore bottom and tears, I welcomed the comfort his strong arms could provide. It made no sense, but when I snuggled into him, he was warm and made me feel safe and like I never wanted to let go.
We stayed like that for a bit until Ian pulled back and asked, “Are you ready for your enema now, young lady?”
“Okay.” He set me on my feet and patted the thickly cushioned table. “Back up you go, then.”
I climbed on with his steady hand at my back helping me.
“Good girl, now turn onto your side.”
As I did as I was told, I closed my eyes, wanting to block out what was about to happen. This was not a memory that I ever wanted to have.
A warm object pressed at my back entrance. I jumped a little, shocked at the feeling.
“Relax, sweetie, it’s just me. I need to slick you up, so this doesn’t hurt.”
He inserted his finger, and a tingling went through me. His finger was slippery, but soft. It slid in and out of me, stretching me a little. He added a second finger, definitely stretching me now. This felt so strange. No man had ever played with my ass before, but it was turning me on. My pussy was all wet, my juices seeping down my thighs.
I let out a whimper. This experience was beyond mortifying. Who gets turned on from having stuff inserted in their ass?
“Shh, Maggie. It’s all right. After a spanking, a lot of your blood is concentrated in and around your bottom, making you extra sensitive. It’s okay to like having something in here.” He twisted his fingers slowly to make his point, eliciting a moan from me.
I didn’t have the guts to respond, too embarrassed and confused at the moment to even know what to say.
He removed his fingers and a couple of moments later, another object entered me. It was cold and hard. Nothing like how Ian’s fingers had just felt inside of me.
“I’m going to let the medicine flow through the tube now.”
I nodded. My arousal disappeared as I felt warm liquid enter me.
I began to go through the alphabet and tried to pick a name that started with each letter. I focused so hard on my mind game that by the time I reached the letter X, he announced that the bag was empty. Now all I had to do was wait for him to tell me when I could get up to finish the procedure.
The pressure in my stomach was intense. It didn’t hurt, but my body’s natural reaction to this feeling was starting to kick in.
“You need to stay here for a few minutes. Let the medicine do its job.”
I wanted to cry when he said that. He clearly had never had an enema before and on top of it, a sore bottom from a spanking. If he had, he would have let me relieve myself the second that the bag was emptied.
I played my alphabet game again, this time trying to name a country for each letter. The game went a lot slower because it felt like every ten seconds, another wave of discomfort would roll through me.
When I reached the letter T, he declared that enough time had passed. He lifted me up and set me on the portable toilet.
I felt the toilet shoot water up my bottom, cleaning it. I was never going to get used to that. As another wave of pain rolled through my body, I knew it wouldn’t be long before my true humiliation was going to start.
I didn’t remember much after that. I squeezed my eyes shut so tight and placed my fingers in my ears and bit my lower lip.
This isn’t happening, I kept chanting to myself.
Finally, I felt the toilet shoot water up and clean my bottom really well.
When strong hands went under my armpits, I knew that the enema was over. I opened my eyes to see Ian placing me on his lap as he sat on the exam table.
I pulled my fingers out of my ears to hear what he was saying.
“I’m so proud of you, sweetie. I know how difficult that must have been and you did so well.” He alternated between petting my hair and rubbing my back.
I sagged against him; I was exhausted. I never would have thought that a simple medical procedure like an enema would make me so tired.
“Are we done now?” I really hoped that he would say yes. I wasn’t sure if I could handle anything else today.
“No. There’s one more thing we have to do, but it can wait a couple of minutes.”
Ian rocked me back and forth and I let him. I didn’t want to do anything else today but stay here until my strength returned.
All too soon, he got up and laid me back on the table. He went to the side and pressed a button, elevating the front top half, so I was somewhat sitting up. He pulled out two stirrups at the opposite end near my feet. I didn’t have to guess what the one more thing was.
“No, Ian, please. I don’t want what comes next.” I moaned, pulling my legs up by the rest of my body.
The one and only time I had gotten a Pap smear, it hurt so badly. Since that time, I promised myself that I would have one every twenty years. That was good enough for me. Clearly, Ian disagreed with my logic.
“Honey, I’ll be quick and gentle.”
From my experience, that was impossible. “No,” was my reply as I clamped my arms around my legs and crossed them at the ankles.
“Maggie, do you need another spanking?”
At his words, I felt the sting in my bottom and the humiliation from the first one come seeping back to my mind.
I really didn’t want another spanking, but I also seriously didn’t want this stupid procedure to start.
“Do you need help lowering your legs?”
I nodded, thankful when he gently grabbed one at a time and guided them into the stirrups because I don’t think I could have done it myself.
“Good girl. I promise, this will only take a moment. I’m just giving you a vitamin and Aureusian technology is farther ahead than Earth’s, so this Pap smear won’t hurt a bit.”
I was too tired at that point to argue with him about the Pap smear. It was going to hurt and I would have to deal with it.
“Are you ready?” he asked, snapping on some plastic gloves.
He took a pill out of a jar and coated a few of his fingers with clear lubricant. As he approached the table, I was about to object. I didn’t want him touching my back hole. Not after what I had just done, and the thought I might get aroused again was embarrassing.
“Ian… oh,” I moaned as he inserted a finger into my rosebud. It was still sensitive from the enema and my spanking.
“Do you like that?” he asked as he added another finger. My arousal increased as my inner muscles clamped down on his two fingers filling me.
“Mhmm,” I answered. My embarrassment from earlier at being touched here and turned on went away. This was my third time in an hour being played with and denied. I was ready to come and I didn’t care how or what Ian touched to push me over the edge.
“Would you like some attention on your pussy? It looks like it’s weeping.”
His thumb came up and rubbed patterns on my clit as he added a third finger to my back hole.
I grabbed onto the sides of the exam table, closing my eyes, as perspiration coated my body. After his previous play with my ass and the spanking, I was so sensitive to begin with and his strokes now were about to send me over the edge.
My inner anal muscles clamped down on his fingers, hoping that would stop my orgasm, but it seemed to make it worse. The feeling of being so full turned me on ridiculously.
“Do you want to come, my mate?”
I nodded vigorously.
“I need you to look me in the eye and verbally tell me your answer.”
“Yes!” I begged, opening my eyes and looking into his magenta-colored ones.
“You may come.”
With the flick of his thumb on my clit and his fingers gliding in and out of my bottom, I came harder than I ever had before. I screamed as my hands clenched the sides of the table so hard, I thought for sure I would leave indentations of my hand prints.
Ian continued to finger fuck my ass as my body shuddered at all the pleasure racing through it.
Finally, my pleasure subsided and I was left feeling like a quivering pile of goo.
He pulled his fingers out and inserted something else in my bottom.
I whimpered, not wanting to have anything touch that area anymore.
“Shh, baby girl. That was just a vitamin. It’s going to dissolve and you won’t have to worry about it. We’re almost done.”
I felt a small probe enter my vagina. I waited for the pain that I knew was going to come. Instead, all I heard was two beeps and that was it.
“We’re all done, sweetheart. You were fantastic.”
Relief swept through me. First having to go through that awful enema and then get a vitamin and a Pap smear, I didn’t think I could take anything else happening during this horrible day. I did enjoy my orgasm, but it was also a little humiliating having to go through these embarrassing procedures that my mate administered.
Mate, I repeated in my head. Today was the first time that I had actually viewed Ian as anything besides the alien who had taken me away from my home. I wasn’t ready to see him as anything other than that.
That thought made me want to put space between him and me, and of course, that was the last thing that he would let me do.
“I’m going to put this on you.” He held up what appeared to be a white cloth of sorts, but I couldn’t make it out that well at the moment. “It has medicine on the bottom to help heal your ass from the spanking and your bottom hole from all the attention it got today. You need to wear it for an hour, to make sure it works properly.”
My legs were lifted and something soft was put back down under them. Ian nudged my legs a little further apart as he pulled the material up my center and sealed it closed.
I looked down at the item and realized that it was a diaper.
He put a finger over my lips, pausing the protest that was on the tip of my tongue.
“I know, you’re upset and don’t want to wear this. However, after all the attention you received to your back hole today and your spanking, I want you to wear it for an hour. It has special medicine in it that will help soothe your skin. If you take it off, then you will be spanked again and forced to wear it for even longer.”
I turned my gaze away, really wanting some space away from him now. He had put me through a bunch of invasive procedures today and now he was making me dress up like I was a stupid baby.
He was a jerk.
A soft pink blanket was placed over me.
“What are you doing?”
I knew I wasn’t ready to walk right that second, but if he gave me a moment, I could have done it. I was getting too close to him and I needed to take a few steps back.
“I’m taking care of my little mate. No arguing. This is my job.”
“I don’t need this, I’m fine,” I protested, trying to push the blanket off, but Ian’s strong grip wouldn’t let go.
“No, you aren’t. You’re shaking; let Daddy take care of you.”
I looked down at my hands and saw that they were indeed shaking. Probably from all the activities that happened today and the adrenaline running through my body.
He picked me up and carried me out of the exam room.
“Where are we going? I don’t want people to see me like this.” My shirt was unbuttoned and I was naked from the waist down, save for my diaper. Plus, I had tear tracks down my face. I knew that I looked like a disheveled mess.
It didn’t matter that I was covered up by the blanket. What if it slipped and someone got an eyeful?
“Shhh. We’re going into a special room. My colleagues and I created it for situations like this.”
“Situations like what?” I didn’t want to be known as a special situation.
“For patients who went through a hard procedure and need some time to be comforted by their mate.”
He turned into a dimly lit room, closing the door behind him.
He sat down in a rocking chair that was cream-colored with little yellow ducks on it. It was cute. I had a thing for ducks.
I snuggled closer to him, wanting to feel comfort, even if it was from the someone who had caused my discomfort and embarrassment.
Also, after what I went through today, I wasn’t ready to look him in the eye. I was so embarrassed. I knew it was a natural reaction to the enema and being forced to wear a diaper, but I never wanted a man to see me in a situation like that. Especially one who was potentially going to be my lifelong partner.
“Hey, baby girl, why are you crying?”
I shrugged my shoulders. Along with not wanting to see him right now, I also didn’t want to talk to him.
He shifted me until I was leaning back some, but I still couldn’t see him. I closed my eyes as he began to rock back and forth, the motion soothing me.
“Sweetie, can you open your mouth for me?”
As I spoke, a hard rubber tip was placed in my mouth. I was about to protest, but then a sweet, warm, creamy drink flowed out of it and instinctively, I began to suck, wanting more of the drink.
“That’s my good girl. Just relax, Daddy is right here and he’s going to take care of everything.”
I hummed my acceptance as I drank my drink and was rocked back and forth, safe in my big strong daddy’s arms.
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