Jaylee was finishing up paperwork, and was amazed to realize she was actually caught up with report writing. She was finishing an internship on a drug rehab unit, would be doing master's comprehensive exams this Saturday, and would be defending her thesis the following week. As she put the last file away, she realized the sore throat that had been a tickle for three or four days was feeling more sore, and with a little hesitation, she called him.
"Hey Dwaine."
"What's up, little one?"
"Not much...."
"Mmmmhmmm...try again."
"I think I need to see a doctor. Can you get me in to see someone?"
"What's wrong?"
"My throat is a little sore, and I have comps this weekend, and I just feel a little run down."
"I'll call you back in a little while."
Dwaine thought for a few minutes. She must be really sick if she were asking for a doctor, and
he knew he'd better find someone fast before she changed her mind.
Thirty minutes later she was driving to the doctor's office, and Dwaine had said he would meet
her there. When she pulled into the parking lot, his car wasn't there, so she went on in and
began filling out paperwork. When he walked in, she smiled, and he came over and kissed her on
the forehead, noting she was burning up with fever. He'd gone to school with the office manager,
and leaned across the counter to encourage her to get Jaylee on back to an examining room.
Just when she started getting fidgety, the nurse called her back and Dr. W came breezing in.
"Ah...a friend of Dwaine's I see. He certainly gives us enough referrals. What seems to be the problem?"
"My throat's a little sore, but not a big deal."
After consulting the chart, the doctor adjusted his glasses, and said, "A bit of a fever. Open and
let me see that throat."
Jaylee opened her mouth and said the required "Ahhhhhh", and before she knew it the doctor was leaning
out the door, calling his nurse.
"Mary Jane, book this young lady a room at Mercy Hospital ASAP."
"But...I don't need to go to the hospital. I just have a little sore throat."
"Yes, you have a little sore throat I would say. Actually, I would say a LOT sore throat. Your tonsils
are infected, and you have blood sacs on them that could start hemorrhaging at any time. If that happens,
you could have complications we don't want to imagine. So, into the hospital you go."
Thirty minutes later Jaylee found herself in a hospital room. Thanks to a bit of overcrowding, the only
available bed had been in the pediatric ward. She had IV antibiotics, orders to stay in bed, and the remote
control for the TV mastered.
"Dwaine...I don't have time to be in the hospital. I've got a million things to do, comps this weekend,
and I don't feel THAT bad."
"Jaylee, you will stay here, you will listen to the doctor. It scares me when he tells me how bad your
tonsils are, and you don't even seem to realize how much pain you're in. I know you have a high pain
tolerance, but it's like you are shutting out the warning signs."
"But.."
"No buts. I have to go to work, and I'll check in on you later. REST."
She had to admit she was a little tired, and soon drifted off. After a couple of hours rest, she woke
up thirsty and ready for doing more than sitting in bed. When she tried the TV, it wouldn't work, and
she wanted some juice, so she rang for the nurse.
What she learned did not go over well. It seemed as if on the pediatric ward, the TVs were turned off
at 8:00, as were the phones. The nurses were willing to get her juice, but it was clear the whole place
had shut down for bedtime, and it was only 8:30. She had to get out of here.
Dwaine crept in around midnight after his shift, and found her pacing the floor looking out the window
at the passing cars.
"What are you doing out of bed?"
"I couldn't sleep, they won't let me have a TV or phone, and I was bored."
"And it never occurred to you that resting might be the best thing you could do?"
"I know, I know..."
Two days passed, and in addition to the tonsil problem, the doctor had determined she had mono, and he
was even more certain she needed hospital rest. The drugs and the slow pace had made her sleep, and she
had actually been getting some of that rest.
Saturday morning, Jaylee was feeling a lot better, and began thinking about her exams. Putting them off
meant delaying graduation a semester, and that didn't have much appeal. So she started plotting, and right
after lunch she disconnected the IV, pulled on some sweats, put a "CHILD SLEEPING" sign on the door, and
crept down to the elevator bay. Five minutes later Jaylee was driving toward the university, and would be
there just in time to take exams.
Dwaine knew how much Jaylee hated being cooped up in the hospital, and how much missing her exams was
bothering her, so he decided to take Saturday afternoon off, and spend the day with her. As he
approached the room, he saw the sign, and fleetingly wondered if she had reformed. But a moment
later after he discovered the pillows stuffed under the covers, he was fuming. That girl was going
to be in a heap of trouble when he got his hands on her.
After four hours of taking exams, Jaylee had to admit she was feeling weak. Her throat hurt, she had a
fever, and was so tired she could hardly see straight. Definitely time to get back to bed and the hospital.
As she approached her car, she saw the campus police surrounding it, and right behind them was Dwaine.
She heard him say, "Thanks, gentlemen. I can handle it from here."
They drove in silence back to the hospital, and Jaylee fell asleep en route. Several hours later when
she finally woke up, Dwaine was sitting beside her, holding her hand.
"Welcome back to the world, little one. Don't you ever pull a stunt like that again."
"I'm sorry, Dwaine. I am really sorry. It was just that I wanted to graduate like I planned, and it
seemed like the only way."
"The discussion is ended until we get you home, but you should know you are in a world of trouble."
A week later, Jaylee was finally discharged, and although still weak, she was feeling much much better.
"Upstairs with you m'girl," Dwaine ordered. "Getting home has been tiring for you. You need to rest."
"Okay."
"Oh, and Jaylee...there's a hospital gown up there for you to put on just to help you remember you're
not 100% yet. I'll be up later to check on you."
A short time later, he entered her room, and sat in the chair by the window.
"Come here."
Jaylee walked over to him, and he just pointed her into the corner. As she stood there, the slit in her
gown showed Winnie the Pooh panties peeking through, and after a few minutes he had her come over and
lay across his lap. The gown fell open and it seemed natural for him to begin spanking her upturned
bottom, pausing after a few minutes to lower the panties to just below her cheeks.
With each spank was a bit more lecture, a lecture on taking care of herself, listening to the doctor,
using common sense, and not taking risks. She'd heard it before, but was definitely paying attention
as the heat in her bottom rivaled the fever of the past two weeks.
Tears started forming in her eyes. Jaylee had had much harder spankings, but the tears were a result of
truly understanding the risk she had taken, and she began squirming more and more. It was odd how he had
paddled and strapped her in the past, but today, the steady rhythm of his hand seemed to hurt all the way
into her soul. It was definitely more than a tickle, and she would never, ever ignore tickling sore throat
again, and she would never, ever sneak out of a hospital.
He finally stopped, pulled up her panties, and pulled her onto his lap for some cuddling, before tucking
her into bed. This time, as she went to sleep with a burning bottom, she knew she was safe and had weathered
this storm.
Dwaine let her sleep late the next morning, and propped an envelope on her nightstand. She smiled when she opened
it, because in spite of being much too sick, she had passed her exams, and might be strong enough to walk at
graduation exercises.