Chapter Five #3
Doc took down the information for Carter Taylor, MD. Only after a steroid and penicillin injection, with several other medications, and only after final assurances that she would be watched continuously and a phone call to verify Carter’s participation, did the doctor agree.
Subdued, sick, and now a little worried about what all this Daddy Dom attention would earn her, she moaned in the car as hot tears she hadn’t the ability nor the inclination to stem ran down her face.
Quinn looked over and, putting a caressing hand on her cheek, he thumbed away the tears.
“What’s the matter, baby? I know you aren’t feeling good. I wish you didn’t refuse the hospital, but I understand why you did. We’re going to try to do this your way, okay?”
“I know you’re irritated with me, your doctor thinks I’m a nut, and Carter is probably angry with me. He has more work and now I’m going to expose your parents to this. I feel crappy about it, but I do really feel terrible.”
“We know you’re sick, so don’t you worry. I brought in Carter so that you could possibly avoid the hospital, and while I have no doubt you will get a lecture from him about going to the doctor sooner, we will both leave that for when you’re well.”
Carter agreed to give her twenty-four hours to begin to feel better, or he would directly admit her to the hospital. Quinn vowed to carry her in himself, kicking and screaming if she didn’t improve by the next afternoon.
Carter frowned. “Which may be the case, I fear.”
Carter looked at Cheyenne sternly and said, “This little one isn’t going to give you any trouble because if she does, I’ll have an ambulance take her, then will order all her medication by injection and rectally.
Then when she’s better, I’ll take her over my own knee.
You might ask Susie how well that is to handle when it’s punishment and not play. ”
“No, no, I promise to get better. I promise I won’t need that.”
“Just agree that you will go if I say it’s necessary.” She nodded her head.
Luckily for Cheyenne, she did improve. After being put to bed, Quinn stood guard over her, and when he was on shift, he charged his parents to do the same.
Under their care, she did well. When she had fully recovered, and the medication had cured the pneumonia, Quinn set about curing the stubbornness and working on the reasons behind it.
It was over two weeks since Cheyenne had been so sick and had two Doms overseeing her recovery. She was off the medicine regimen now, but she was still a little weak. Quinn had watched her carefully during that time and was confident that she was well enough to pay the piper.
“Hey, I thought we’d stay in tonight.” Quinn’s statement was very casually given.
Cheyenne looked at Quinn without speaking for a moment. “Okay, I guess, but weren’t we going to the club? Ashley and Richard had planned to go, and I haven’t seen her in a while. Since I got sick. I’m well now. Maybe not to scene but visit. Ashley and I were going to talk wedding.”
“We can go tomorrow night. Saturday is usually the more fun night anyway. Everyone shows up.”
“Except Ashley, she works on Saturday.”
“Well, why don’t you meet her on Sunday and discuss the wedding?”
“Sunday, your mom wants us to go to church and then have Sunday dinner with them. Come on, what is really going on here?”
Quinn reached for Cheyenne’s hand and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her. “I think it’s time we talk about what happened a few weeks ago and why you’re having such a hard time seeing a doctor.”
“I think going to the club would be better,” she said as she tried to twist out of his grasp.
“Cheyenne, we’re about to be married, and I need to know about this fear.”
She did twist out of his loose grasp this time and said, “I’m not afraid.”
“Aversion, then—you have a tremendous aversion to doctors. We need to talk about this and now is the time.”
“No, what you really want to know is why I didn’t do as you told me. Why I didn’t follow orders like a good little submissive, which is what you expect.” She walked around the table, snatching up the things left from dinner.
He calmly took the items out of her hands and put them away.
“No, but I do want to help if I can. You’re right in some ways.
What you did wasn’t okay for you or us as a couple, but your submission is always your choice.
Sure, because we live this dynamic, I do my part by taking care of you, and a part of that’s expecting obedience when it matters, but, honey, that isn’t submission.
True submission is giving me your obedience even when I don’t ask for it. ”
“Oh, I see. If I don’t do what you want, even when I can’t help it, you’re going to get your payment extracted. That’s what this is all about, you getting what you want.” She slammed the cupboard door shut and stomped to the sink.
He grabbed her upper arm securely, twirling her toward him.
“All right, that’s enough. We aren’t getting anywhere this way so we’re doing it my way.
I tried to ease into this, but you aren’t letting me, so I know how to take control.
Watch, Cheyenne, this is me taking control of a situation before it goes too far. Now, strip.”