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  "Ahh, God, Oh, please, help. Stop, it hurts me!"

  When the bag was empty, she heard a click and pulled against the restraints in anticipation of being let go to relieve herself. But no. Joseph reappeared at her head, putting a loudly ticking timer down on the nightstand where she could see it. He sat down next to her again, saying, "I'll only make you hold it thirty minutes, this time. Next time, it'll be much longer."

  Despite the misery she was already in, Prima groaned loudly at his pronouncement that there was going to be a next time.

  But Joseph was already on to other things. "Did you like it when your father gave you an enema?"

  "No!" she fairly screamed at him, as if he was crazy.

  Joseph chuckled lightly. "What did he put in your enema, do you know?"

  "F-F-Fleet," barely got out as she rode the wave of another series of cramps.

  He nodded, then lay next to her shell ear, breathing her woman's scent. "The one that's at work inside you now has a small amount of liquid glycerin, to make it hard to hold, and some lemon juice, to increase the cramping, and some water and some salt to balance." Joseph looked between her arms at her tummy, which, indeed, did resemble a full-term pregnancy. He reached down and, for once, ignored her hanging tits to grope her taut stomach, massaging and pushing at the full flesh he found, making her groan as he forcibly moved the water she held around in her intestines. "Next time, I'm going to bring in a mirror and use a clear bucket up here, so that you have to watch the solution that's causing you all of this suffering as it seeps into your body."

  It seemed like forever before the timer went off, but it finally did. And then, instead of crying from the pain and agony of it all, she wailed from relief, like a tortured Pavlov's dog. After releasing her, Joseph gently lifted her as if she was a doll, carrying her into the bathroom to set her down about two feet from the toilet, still blocked by the internal and external bladders.

  He slid her down in front of him, her full bottom against his full crotch, big hands splayed over her distended abdomen from behind as if he was cradling both the woman and the child he loved very dearly. Joseph's lips were buried at her neck, just below her ear. "Put your hands on my head," he whispered as she writhed against him.

  Katherine was in a world of internal hurt, and his order would make her arch, stretching the skin of her tummy even more taut and denying her the slight comfort derived from crouching as much as possible, forcing her to touch him. Her reluctant hands ended up buried in his thick hair, tight against his skull on either side.

  She moaned and whimpered, trying to bend but knowing she wasn't allowed to and fearing his retribution if she disobeyed. Joseph's hands roamed her naked body at will, rubbing her tummy, milking her tits. "Now, before I let you go, let's see if your body likes this…" He turned her towards him and got down on his knees. "Spread your legs, Katherine. More. More."

  By the time he was through making her display herself shamefully for him, she looked as if she was squatting to give birth. Then his mouth descended eagerly on her pussy, his tongue making the intimate discovery of her body's betrayal. He smiled against her, then licked his way to her lovely engorged clit, nibbling teasingly as two fingers worked their way into her tight chamber.

  Despite the agony of her lower body – or because of it – she was ultra sensitive to his touch. His lips on her taut bud made her scream, her hips bucking against his head.

  "Oh, my God," he groaned when he heard her loud reaction to his attentions. "I can't believe you."

  "Please! Please! Please let me go!"

  He had been drowning in her, in her responses, in her body, in her pain and pleasure, and had made her wait longer for release than he had originally intended. The pressure inside her must have been tremendous. Joseph deflated first the external balloon, then positioned her over the toilet and deflated the internal one, gently pulling it out of her and releasing a flood of Biblical proportions.

  Joseph left her to clean up the bedroom. Expelling enemas had never been of much interest to him; he got his jollies from the administration of a punishment that meant the punishee's complete loss of control over a most basic function – in the least comfortable way imaginable. But she was in there for a terribly long time, and he started to get worried.

  "Katherine?" he asked inquiringly as he came to stand in front of her. "Are you all right?"

  She was sobbing, even though she must've been feeling better. Her head was hung, hands balled up into fists on her thighs.

  He tipped her chin up so that she had to look at him. "Answer me, little one."

  If Prima had been more herself and less concerned with her intestinal strife, she would have heard loud and clear the endearment he'd used. But she was too busy trying to keep her innards from ending up in the toilet bowl. "Uh – um – I-I'm going to be okay, I guess." She groaned and began to rock herself back and forth, clutching her stomach.

  His hand moved from her chin to caress her cheek. "Poor baby, I guess that was quite an effective punishment."

  When she felt it was finally safe to leave the immediate vicinity of the toilet, Prima wandered into the bedroom, tears still leaking sullenly down her cheeks. Her side of the bed had been turned down, and Joseph appeared in the bedroom a few minutes after the toilet flushed, herding her into bed on her tummy. She looked utterly exhausted and white, and she was shaking like a leaf, her teeth chattering loudly.

  "P-Please, Sir? May I ask a favor?"

  Surprised and somewhat preoccupied by her pallor, Joseph answered absently, "Yes, you may." On a hunch, he rescued the rectal thermometer and jar of Vaseline from his nightstand, then sat back down next to her.

  "Please don't tie me to the bed tonight?" She sounded inordinately worried.

  Joseph patted her back reassuringly. "No, I won't, Katherine. You may use the bathroom whenever you need it."

  A huge sigh of relief escaped her. "Thank you, Sir."

  "You're very welcome," he chuckled. "I don't fancy cleaning up a mess." Within a few seconds, she found herself on the receiving end of that rectal thermometer as he carefully eased it up into her abused bottom hole. Prima struggled a little, but Joseph put the pacifier in her mouth and rubbed her back, murmuring soothing nothings. When he read her temperature, he wanted to strangle himself.

  One hundred and two degrees.

  Why hadn't he thought to check that first? But there had been no outward signs of illness, no sneezes, no nothing. Joseph was hyper-aware of his woman's behavior – good, bad, or indifferent. There was nothing about her that got by him, except this, apparently. He shook his head. She must be feeling awful, and all he'd done was compound it. "Katherine, do you feel all right?" he asked, snagging the pacifier out of her mouth but wearing it on his middle finger like a ring.

  The look she gave him was as close to out and out disrespectful as she'd ever gotten. It was part incredulous and part sarcastic. But her tone was normal, if a little whiney, as it was apt to be after a punishment session. "Not so good, Sir."

  He wanted to bang his head against a wall. "I'm sorry, Katherine. Is it the enema? Your temp is up a lot."

  As if he had just flipped a switch, Prima scrambled around him and headed off towards the bathroom, and he could hear the sounds of her retching a few seconds later. Then his heart stopped completely when he heard her small, distressed cry for help.

  Joseph out and out ran into the bathroom. "What is it?" he demanded. He'd expected to see her hanging over the toilet, but she was sitting on it.

  "Bowl!" she fairly screamed between clenched teeth, feeling her stomach roil threateningly.

  Joseph grabbed a wastebasket, and just in the nick of time, it seemed.

  Chapter Thirteen

  When it got to be about three in the morning and she was still sick, Joseph called his physician. It seemed to him that she was getting worse as time progressed rather than better. He got up with her each time she made a dash for the bathroom, and it was killing him to see her so sick. Hous
e calls were no longer a thing of the past, especially not for someone with his clout, but 911 was. Joseph was extremely worried about the possibility of severe dehydration. Samuel Kramer wasn't happy at being called out of bed at this hour, but he came, and that was the important thing.

  The second thing he wasn't happy about was that he was going to be treating a woman. There were gynarians that were trained specifically to help women through birth and pregnancy. Granted, they were little better than witch doctors. What medical knowledge there was in the Before Time had been largely lost. Most women never saw a doctor unless they were successfully bred, unless they were one of the unfortunates who became a part of the government's breeding program.

  Dr. Kramer had been a doctor prior to the upheaval in all their lives. He knew what he was doing. He also knew that he could be jailed for treating a woman. His license clearly stated that he was only allowed to treat men. Any male patient of his that discovered that he had treated a woman would never call him again. But he and Joseph McDonough had struck a private deal that paid him well to be on call once his woman arrived. It was the closest thing to medical insurance there was.

  Prima was given a careful examination, which she submitted to fretfully. Joseph tried to calm her as much as possible. When Sam rolled his patient over to take her temperature, he saw the fresh cane marks, but made no comment. They were hardly unusual in this day and age. Her temp was still a hundred and two. Joseph explained what had happened prior to the vomiting, and Samuel grimaced.

  He gave Katherine a fluid IV as well as a shot of something to settle her stomach, another to help with the dysentery, and still another something to work on her fever. She fell asleep as soon as the medications took effect. Joseph couldn't stop himself from rubbing his thumb absently over her cheek. As he packed stuff away, Sam gave Joseph some instructions. Prima was to have bed rest for at least three days, lots of fluids – juices and water – no milk, a bland diet for three days and lots and lots of sleep – no strenuous activity at all for one week.

  "It's a good thing you called me. Your wench was seriously dehydrated."

  Although he really didn't want to leave her, even though she was sleeping, Joseph followed him out to the door, thanked him profusely, and reset the alarm system before practically sprinting back to Prima's side. She was still asleep. More to make himself feel better than for her sake, he dressed her in a pair of jammies, which he never allowed her to wear on normal occasions, then tucked her back under the covers. She never awoke. Joseph pulled her against him spoon-fashioned, wrapping his big body around hers as if he could absorb some of her misery and take it on himself.

  When she woke the first time after the doctor had visited, she fairly stumbled her way to the bathroom to pee, with Joseph hovering at her elbow just in case. He didn't even leave while she peed, which, if she had been fully awake, would have bothered her, not that she could have done anything about it. He helped her back into bed, settled her against his side, one arm draped firmly across her back as she fell back into a deep, dreamless sleep practically before her cheek cuddled onto his chest.

  Joseph inadvertently woke her during the administration of two of the suppositories that Sam had left. They contained phenergan, which would both prevent nausea and help her sleep. Katherine fussed a little to find him holding her tightly around the waist as the index finger of his right hand pressed the first bullet into her rectum. "Shh, Prima. This'll keep your tummy settled, hon." He kissed her bare flank as he positioned the second at the hole between her cheeks, then made that one disappear up inside her, too. Joseph pulled her pajama bottoms up, noting how young she looked in them. "You don't want to be sick again, do you?" he asked rhetorically, pulling the bedcovers up over her shoulders.

  She must really have felt rotten, because just his firm administration of those two suppositories made her sob pitifully. Joseph gathered her into his arms from behind, holding her gently and rocking her a bit. He'd noticed that when she'd felt really bad and been at her sickest, she'd rocked herself back and forth. It seemed to provide some amount of comfort, or maybe it was just a regressive thing. Prima sobbed softly, sounding as miserable as she probably felt. "My poor baby," he murmured, rubbing her arm. He was going to offer her the pacifier, which was sitting on her nightstand, but he thought he might wait for that, just in case she was still feeling any stomach upset.

  It was mid-morning before she woke again. Joseph had gotten up so as not to disturb her by thrashing around in the bed, but he'd put the monitor on so that he heard when she got up. He met her on the return trip from the bathroom to the bed; she was rubbing her eyes, which still looked glassy, and had the pj top halfway over her head.

  He pulled it back down instead of off, which seemed to confuse her. "I'm sorry I overslept, Sir. What would you like for breakfast?" she asked, her voice still slurred with sleep.

  Joseph smiled slightly as he corralled her back into bed. Stubborn wench! "I've already had breakfast."

  Prima looked sickly appalled, biting her lip. Would she get a spanking because he'd had to make his own meal, she wondered fuzzily. Looking around with a puzzled expression, she wondered how she had ended up in bed again. She needed to get up...

  She was trying to get out of bed again, but he put the kibosh on that by taking her over his knee.

  Oh, God, he was going to spank her for not making his breakfast! Katherine began to struggle in earnest, but with a weakness that wore her out quickly.

  Joseph didn't want to, but he had to yell at her to get her attention. "Katherine Marie! Stay still while I take your temp, or I will take the paddle to your naughty bottom!"

  Temperature? He was going to take her temperature? Why? While she slowly put together the events of last night, which were largely a haze of stomach pains, he slipped the small glass tube into her. Prima began to fret and wiggle little, then she stopped abruptly. "I was sick last night, wasn't I?" she asked, sounding much less foggy.

  He put his hand over her bottom, over the end of thermometer, lest she decide to rid herself of it. "Yes, you were and are quite ill. You're going to spend the next several days right here in bed until I decide that you're well enough to get out of it. You're to sleep a lot and eat a bland diet and drink lots of fluids."

  "But –"

  "No buts, and I don't want to hear another word from you about it." He heard what might have been an exasperated sigh as she pulled against his hold experimentally, then, having exhausted her meager reserves of strength, Katherine lay her cheek down on the bedspread in abject submission. Once the thermometer was extracted and read, two good-sized suppositories were lodged into her bottom as she whimpered at the invasion and blushed needlessly.

  Then she was put back under the covers even though she didn't feel very tired. "I'll be right back with some broth and a bottle of spring water."

  He was as good as his word, allowing her only sips of the water at first, but when that stayed down, he put a small mug of soup in front of her, but Katherine only played with it listlessly. Finally, exasperated, Joseph fed half of it to her, spoonful by spoonful. She knew better than to balk; his expression told her that he was not going to tolerate any guff from her about it. With a belly full of warm chicken soup, she was practically asleep for the last few sips, although she didn't want to be.

  Joseph moved the tray of food away and fussed with the bedclothes.

  "But I'm supposed to take care of you," she mumbled plaintively, more than half-asleep.

  His hand cupped her cheek. "I got along before you came, Katherine. I can get along for a week or so while you recover." A stranger would have called his tone lovingly indulgent.

  She was asleep and offered no comment.

  The next four or five days were horrible for Prima – easily worse than any that had come before.

  Sam had called late that first day to check up on his unusual patient, and Joseph was very glad and relieved to report that she was doing much better, although she was sleeping a lot, whic
h Sam assured him was just what her body needed to recover. Joseph told him exactly what he was doing – keeping her in bed, feeding her broths and bland fare, giving her lots to drink. Since he had him right there, Joseph asked the doctor point blank what he had meant by 'no strenuous physical activity.'

  "Well, I meant that if you're trying to breed her, give her the next four or five days off. Don't fuck her, in other words."

  Joseph knew what he meant. "I just got her, and I don't have her on a breeding program, Doc. I'll restrain myself. I was more wondering about spankings. Should I refrain from punishing her for a while?"

  "More severe punishments, I'd have to say yes. She's going tire easily and be much more emotional than usual – you know how bitches can be. I should think that light whippings would be okay, just don't overdo it." Sam chuckled. "How much trouble can she get into when she's in bed, anyway?"

  A wry smile twisted Joseph's mouth. "Oh, you'd be surprised by this one, Doc. She's a handful."

  "Keeps you on your toes, does she?"

  "Oh yeah."

  "Well, keep doing what you're doing for another couple of days, and she should be fine. Call me if there are any other problems."

  "I will, Doc. Thanks."

  Since he knew he could spank her without it being detrimental to her health, he did. There was no need for his discipline to be lax just because she was sick. She balked at suppository time, first, and got herself a minor blistering with his hand, but by the sounds of the fuss she put up you would have thought he had taken after her with the cane. Once he'd made his point on her naughty bottom and seated those two pieces of medicine up inside her, he pulled her into his arms. Prima was practically hysterical and throwing hard, choking sobs that tore him up. Her capacity for pain was always so huge that it startled him that a casual, hard spanking would affect her so. Sam really knew his stuff.