Jonathan Turner: "I get REAL old fashioned when I see somebody that I care about being brought home by cops."
**creds to -followtheleader- for the awesome new book cover (sorry, I did do my own questionable changes to it oops.)
#1 in Spankfic as of...
~If you are uncomfortable when it comes to medical procedures, perhaps this isn't a good chapter for you. As a nurse and someone who's been through this before (btw, it is traumatizing as a kid), I can say I've made it as accurate as I can make it, so enjoy learning! :) Also, I try not to censor the imagery.
TW: Spanking
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*Shawn's Bedroom*
"Ow-eeeee-owwww! Please stop! I'm sorry!"
"Shawn, this isn't a punishment. You don't have to be sorry, but I am sorry I have to do this. Just please hold still, okay? It should only take a couple minutes."
Shawn's POV:
Torture...Just plain torture. I've been getting constipated again, so John called the doctor about it, and the doctor is having him give me enemas at home...it's so awkward, but what's worse is he's got to "unclog" me with gloved fingers first so the enema can work I guess. That means more pain, both for him and for me...
"Joooohn! OW! A-are you done yet?" Shawn's eyes were red and puffy from the constant crying.
"No, not yet, buddy. I'm sorry."
Shawn's POV:
I think what makes it hurt so much is John was told to use two fingers at the same time, like scissors, to ya know, get the job done. I can't believe it's come to this...I don't know if it feels more awkward or painful...How did I get in this mess? Seriously. And I just have to lay here and wait it out. It takes f*cking forever too. I can tell John hates this just as much as me, but I wish there was another way...It's just so embarrassing. Like, I hate everything about it. I hate being exposed in front of people, but I hate breaking down in front of people more. Make this stop.
"Okay, I think you're cleared," John stated, removing the soiled gloves from his hands.
"Oh joy," Shawn said as he swept the hair from his eyes.
"Now for the enema."
John's POV:
It kills me to see Shawn like this, laying here in pain, and because of me no less. I wish there was another way, but the doctor said if this doesn't work, he might need surgery. Poor guy...He's been through a lot, too much. I just hope he doesn't hate me after this. We've come so far. He was just beginning to trust me, to see me as his ally, his friend even. I hope he knows I'm doing my best here. Man, this is all too much...I don't know how long he'll put up with this, and honestly, I'm not sure if I can do this much longer either. When will it end?
"John, do we have to?"
"Yes...you know we have to. I wish more than anything that we didn't, but we do. I'll let you relax for a minute if you want." John sat on the bed next to Shawn and rubbed his back as he calmed down from the ordeal. "It'll be over soon. Trust me. This next part is the easier part."
