Dr. Daddy Dom (Little Lake Bridgeport 2) by Breanna Hayse

and pulling out a glass thermometer, "we are going to make sure that you aren't fighting an infection."
    "What the hell are you doing?" Savannah said.
    "I'm turning you over. Did you think I was going to stick the thermometer in your mouth? Your jaw is wired shut and I don't believe that a buccal temperature is accurate. No more swearing, either."
    "Buccal?" Ian asked.
    "The readings from her cheek," Caine explained, shaking the thermometer down and then sliding it into a little package of KY jelly. He undid the tabs of the diaper, ignoring Savannah's helpless plea to stop. "I also don't believe that naughty little girls deserve the dignity of having their temperature taken either orally or tympanically."
    "Stop! Please! Ian!"
    "I will not. I will also tell you, quite emphatically, that your backside suffered no injury in the accident. Keep fighting me and I will use a switch on it. Incidentally, your husband has given me full permission to apply whatever is necessary to aid in altering your attitude. Are you ready to behave yourself?" Caine said.
    "You can't do this." Savannah began to whimper as Caine pried her bottom globes apart and then slid the cold, glass rod into her tight sphincter. He held it in place, tucked between his index and middle fingers, and rested his hand across her bare backside.
    "Has she eaten yet today?" he addressed Ian.
    "No. She also refused more than a few sips of water. I even tried Kool-Aid and juice, but she wouldn't cooperate."
    "I see. Savannah, you will be following the diet that I prescribed for you. No more refusing meals and I expect you to drink plenty of fluids," Caine told the girl.
    "I can't," she wept, unable to defend herself from the hand that still held the instrument in place in her bottom.
    "And why not?"
    "Then I'll have to go, and—"
    "So the prospect of urinating and moving your bowels is why you are being so stubborn? Everyone does it, remember? Starving yourself will only make this humiliating situation last longer, and dehydration will not only cause you physical problems, but will end up with you being constipated. Just an 'fyi', I have absolutely no qualms about administering a daily enema. Is that what you prefer? Just say the word and we can start right now."
    With her back turned to them, Ian could only imagine the horrified expression on her face. He caught Caine's wink and smiled as the doctor continued. "I'm waiting for your answer, Miss Vanna. I'm giving you this one opportunity to make a choice, otherwise, I am going to make it for you."
    "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