A Difficult Patient: Medical Spanking Erotica

“Call Dr Wright. Code OTK.”

OTK. Alyssa wondered what that meant. Hopefully it meant they were hurrying things up to get her out of there. At least a doctor had finally been called, someone who might have the authority and expertise to get her Frankensteined back together. The cut was probably going to scar, knowing her luck.

Sitting on the bed, she looked morosely at the curtain, willing the doctor to get there already. A second later, her prayer was answered. The curtain twitched open and a tall man in his mid-forties with dark hair graying at the temples and looks more appropriate to your average movie star, or at least day time TV star came striding in.

He was good looking, and not in a ‘oh he’s a doctor’ way which made every man in a white coat more attractive, but on his own, would have looked good in a seedy alley handsome. He had strong features, wide intelligent eyes set above a long, straight nose. His mouth was also wide, but his lips were thinned from being pressed together. His cheekbones were high and his chin was narrow, giving him a somewhat hawkish appearance. Alyssa got the feeling that Dr Wright didn’t miss much, his stare was so penetrating that it threw her off for a minute, made her forget her impatience.

“What’s the problem here?” His tone strongly suggested that he wasn’t going to tolerate the problem, whatever it was.

“The problem is there’s a hole in my leg and they keep messing with other parts of me,” Alyssa said. “I just want the leg fixed. You got a sewing kit or something? I’ll do it myself.”

He gave her a long look. The longest anyone had given her since coming in. Everyone else had been too busy to give her much more than a cursory glance. Now she thought about it, it wasn’t really a look so much, as a withering stare.

“Ma’am…”

“Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” Alyssa snapped. “My name is Alyssa. I’m not Ma’am or any other generic term you people use when you’re trying to shove patients through in a production line. My name is Alyssa,” she repeated, speaking slowly as if he were a simpleton. “There’s a hole in my leg, and if you won’t stitch it up, then I’ll leave and find someone else who will.”

“Mhm.” Dr Wright’s look had not lost any of its intensity. He probably wasn’t used to patients laying down the law. Most women probably swooned at his chiseled good looks and the way that dark lock of hair nearly fell into his eye, like a lop sided Superman. “Slide down off the bed for me, please, then turn around and put your hands on the mattress.”

Alyssa gave him a suspicious look before complying, but she did as he’d asked. Once in position, he lifted the hem of her hospital gown slightly, pulled back the tape and gauze covering the cut and nodded. “Three or four stitches, likely. You’ll be given them after the nurse takes your blood pressure, gets a sample of blood and gives you a tetanus shot.”

“Like hell!”

“Alyssa…”

It was the first time he’d used her name. His deep baritone sent shivers through her belly, made her feel as though there were some personal connection between them even though they’d only just met.

“… you need to settle down and do as you’re told.”

The sentence simultaneously excited and annoyed her. Who was he to tell her to do as she was told?

“This is a hospital,” she informed the doctor, “and whether you like it or not, you’re in the service industry. So you might want to dial back the unwanted medical procedures and try following my instructions.”

Doctor Wright looked down at her, unmoved and thoroughly unimpressed. Alyssa did not have time for the battle of wills they were engaging in. The day was slipping through her fingers.

“Is this how you normally speak to people from whom you need help?”

“Oh for god’s sake, you probably deal with junkies and gang members half the time,” Alyssa snapped. “I’m sure you’ve heard worse than a reminder that the patient is in control.”

His lip twitched. “You’re in control, are you?”

“I’ve been here for almost two hours,” Alyssa said, ignoring his question. “All I need is a stitch or two and for some reason, you people seem to think that everyone else’s world stops the moment they walk through the doors of this place, well, newsflash, it doesn’t! I have work to do, and unlike you lot, I actually intend on doing it.”

She did not intend to unload on the handsome doctor in quite so spectacular a fashion, but a certain amount of drama came naturally to Alyssa, and her frustration levels had reached an all time high. It didn’t help that she was hungry and hurt.

Dr Wright put his hand on her shoulder, and for a moment she thought he was actually going to treat her. Instead, he bought his other hand down in a sweeping swat which culminated in a harsh connection with her rear.

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Upon arriving at Memorial General Hospital for treatment following a minor bicycle accident, twenty-six-year-old lawyer Alyssa Winters quickly becomes frustrated at wasting so many billable hours. Ignoring her complaints, Dr. Chase Wright—without a doubt the most handsome doctor Alyssa has ever seen—informs her that he will be personally seeing to her care and he expects her to do as she is told.

Chase asserts his authority immediately and Alyssa is soon blushing red as her temperature is taken the old-fashioned way. More shameful still, when she disobeys his instructions she finds herself over his knee for a sound spanking. Worst of all, after he learns that she’s never visited a gynecologist in her life, his subsequent examination results in the most embarrassing display of arousal she has ever experienced.

Even after leaving the hospital, Alyssa discovers that her ordeal isn’t over. Her firm has assigned her a new client, and that client is none other than Dr. Chase Wright. But how can she work with a gorgeous man who seems to fully understand that underneath her abrasive exterior, she just wants him to take control, spank her bare bottom when she gets out of hand, and then have her any way he wants her?

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