Welcome to all Wednesday WIP IT UP Wipsters! We are busy working on our new story (under the temporary title of His Firm Hand), so I thought I'd give you another glimpse into the life of Paul and Michele Fazio. In this scene, Paul confronts his wife who recently cancelled her appointment with the gynecologist. Since it's Sunday, they aren't in age-play mode. Hope you enjoy :)
“Dr. Sippora wanted to know how you were, since you didn’t keep your appointment with him yesterday. It seems you were running a high fever that came on suddenly, which is why you cancelled at the last minute. Of course, he isn’t going to charge you for not observing the 24-hour cancellation policy since you were so ill,” he said sarcastically, inclining his head toward her.
After backing up, she quickly turned to place the grocery bags on the counter.
“I’m waiting.” His tone was stern but eerily soft.
“I’m sorry, Paul. I know all about the cancellation policy and how much it disrupts the doctor’s schedule when patients don’t adhere to the rules, b-but I …”
“Take your time, kitten. I can’t wait to hear the latest excuse of why you cancelled your yearly exam with the gynecologist.” Paul stared at the ceiling as he placed his hands in his pockets. “If you don’t like him, we certainly can find another doctor for you to see.”
“No, it’s not that," she said, turning around. "He’s very nice and I’m comfortable with him.”
“Is it because he belongs to the same golf club we do? You understand we’re not friends – only acquaintances. Unfortunately, I have contact with a lot of physicians in this town ...”
“I don’t mind that you know him.”
“What is the problem then? We seem to go through this every year, and you know how important your gynecological exam is.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” She pivoted to open the refrigerator door, but Paul stopped her.
“This conversation is not over. You need to have that exam, and I want to know why you lied about not going.”
Michele shrugged her slight shoulders. Even though they weren’t role playing, Paul knew she often felt like a little girl when he scolded her.
“Out with it,” he insisted.
“Fine. The exam is embarrassing, no matter which doctor performs it. Especially the last part. It’s the worst.” She rolled her eyes and covered her reddened face with both hands.
“Are you talking about the rectal exam, sweetie?”
She nodded and squinted her eyes.
He wrapped his arms around his wife, pulling her close to whisper in her ear. “I understand why that’s so embarrassing for you. But I promise your yearly exam won’t compare to what I have planned for you.” His eyes glittered as he raised his finger and pointed upward. “March your little fanny upstairs and into our bedroom.” After performing a quick swivel to her body, he applied his hard palm to her soft bottom. “Now.”
Thanks for stopping by to visit as you hop from blog to blog! Most of our excerpts haven't been edited yet ... but that's the fun of the WIP, isn't it? Enjoy hopping and have a great hump day! ~ shelly