His Little Earthling

by Katie Douglas

  “Dehydration. Looks like you got here just in time,” one of them said, as they put her on a hover-stretcher and went downstairs. Ral was right behind them, and they all climbed into the back of the ambulance as it drove itself to the hospital.

  Doctor Tavia was the emergency doctor; apparently she was moonlighting in the hospital between defrosting people. She made Ral sit in a waiting room while she got Sarah into a more stable state, then she came out to speak to him.

  “Is she okay?” He wished he’d never gone off-world.

  “She will be.” Doctor Tavia briefly outlined the treatments she’d given to Sarah. “How did she get so dehydrated?”

  “It’s top of my list of questions that I plan to ask her when she’s more cognizant. I suspect the answer is simply that she didn’t drink anything while I was out of town. She just lost her child. Well, it was actually three hundred years ago, but she only just found out,” he tried to explain.

  “I see. She needs around the clock supervision until she is well. Once she’s been rehydrated and her mineral levels are higher, she can go home. She will need a daily vitamin and electrolyte suppository until she’s eating properly again. Are you able to give her that?”

  Ral nodded. “I’ll make sure she eats properly, too. I would never have gone off-world if I’d been able to avoid it, but there was a work emergency.”

  “You’re an astro-archaeologist.” Doctor Tavia looked at him as if he were really stupid. “What constitutes an archaeological emergency?”

  Instead of explaining, Ral sighed and said, “Why does everyone keep saying that?”

  “Regardless, I am prescribing a pack of the suppositories, and I will want to see her again in a week.”

  “When can she go home?” Ral took the prescription from Doctor Tavia.

  “When she’s finished the drip she’s currently on. One of the nurses will discharge her; I’ve pre-signed everything.”

  The doctor click-clacked away in her high heels on the shiny floor. Ral didn’t know how anyone worked such long shifts in shoes that looked so uncomfortable.

  He went in to see Sarah. She looked so tiny and fragile in the hospital bed. He never should have left her alone when she was in such a bad place. Her eyes were open, so he decided to talk to her.

  “You’ve got some explaining to do, young lady,” he said. She looked up at him with big eyes and then looked away without speaking. He put his hand on the arm that didn’t have an IV going into it. She pulled away from his touch.

  “No, you don’t get to do that,” he told her sternly.

  “Why couldn’t you let me go?” she asked in a dull voice.

  Ral frowned. “That’s not the right attitude to take. It’s not your choice whether you live or die. I can’t explain why you’re here, and why you survived when everyone else from that cryogenics storage unit didn’t, but what I do know is, you got a second chance at life, you got to live in a new world, and you’re throwing it away. When we get home, you have a serious spanking coming to you for not taking care of yourself.”

  “Don’t you think we’re a little past that?” she asked.

  “No. To teach you that you can’t just stop eating and drinking, I expect it to be completely effective. I am currently deciding how much of a spanking you’re getting for being so irresponsible with your own life.”

  “I don’t want it.”

  “I don’t care. You did something dangerous to yourself and I cannot let you live in my home without ensuring you are held to account for that.”

  “Why are you so mad at me?” She began to cry. He sighed in exasperation and threw his hands up.

  “Because I care about you, silly girl! Is that so difficult to understand?”

  “Yes, it is. You’re amazing and wonderful, you seem to be adamant about taking care of me, even when I push you away. You deserve someone nice and kind and beautiful. I’m reprehensible for forgetting my son.”

  “I don’t think you did anything wrong. You didn’t ask for your brain to forget things. It just did it. It’s simple biology. Would you blame yourself if you broke your leg?”

  Sarah thought about this. “No, I guess not.”

  “That settles it.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  The hospital kept Sarah in overnight to ensure she was recovering. Ral sat by her bed all night to ensure she was okay. When he got Sarah home the next morning, he knew she was still guilty about what had happened. The first thing he did was go to the kitchen drawer and get out the spoon.

  Sarah just stared at it as if she couldn’t believe he was really going to use it. He slid her panties down and took her top off, discarding them in the laundry pile, then he pulled her over his knee and arranged her so her bottom was high and her hands were free to support her. She wasn’t fighting him so far, but she clearly wasn’t happy about being spanked. He looked at the sight in front of him. This was a punishment spanking, but he decided it was fine to take a moment to admire the curve of her round, spankable cheeks, as they sat before him, awaiting the spoon.

  “Are you really doing this?” It seemed ironic that she’d been doing everything she could to try to get him to spank her for losing her child, yet now, she sounded like she couldn’t believe anyone got spanked for what she’d done to herself. She would learn.

  “Yes, Sarah. Tell me why I’m spanking you.”

  “Because I didn’t eat and drink while you were gone.”

  “That’s right. In addition, I’m going to make you follow a strict schedule that tells you when to eat and drink, because you need to learn to take care of yourself properly again.”

  She squeaked when the spoon landed the first couple of times, then she started wriggling her hips and shoulders. He kept up a brisk pace at first, to bring home to her that she had made a bad choice.

  “Please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she yelled after about thirty seconds of the spoon colliding rapidly with her rear. Ral thought it was a good result so early on, but he knew she had a long way to go before the message got inside her properly.

  He sprinkled the stiff swats over her sit-spot until she started to cry, then he pressed the back of his hand against her pink bottom. She was radiating warmth. He decided that more was necessary, because she couldn’t just let herself get sick like that, and so he spanked her over the pink until it was a much darker shade.

  “Can’t take any more!” Her voice had an urgency to it.

  “Six more, little one, then it will all be over and you can have your suppository.”

  “What suppository?”

  Ral ignored the question, because he suspected she was stalling to get her bottom to cool down and he wanted this punishment to have maximum effectiveness. He whacked her with the spoon, three more times on each cheek, staying close to her sit-spot. When she wailed at each swat, he knew she was done. He put the spoon aside and took the pack of suppositories out from his pocket. Sarah looked around and her eyes widened.

  “Oh, please, no!” Sarah moaned. “Why?”

  “Because you didn’t eat or drink. These are the consequences. It’s got vitamins and electrolytes in it.”

  “But I’m not a plant!” Sarah sounded like she thought that made sense.

  Ral frowned in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

  With her face near the floor and her upturned bottom brightly glowing, Sarah tried to explain, her voice filled with hope that Ral would change his mind about the suppository. He watched her pink cheeks quiver over his lap as she spoke.

  “I saw this film once, where people in the future were really dumb, and they were feeding plants this sport drink, and they kept saying it was because the drink had electrolytes in it, which was what plants needed. Only they didn’t. They needed water! And all the people were drinking the sport drink too. But they didn’t need to either!”

  “And had any of those people refused to eat or drink for several days, causing an electrolyte imbalance?” Ral asked, deciding to purposely take her
seriously.

  “Uh… no.”

  Part of him was just glad she was almost back to her normal demeanor. The spanking had clearly agreed with her. He thought on what she’d said, then decided there was some value to it.

  “I think you’ve made a very good case, Sarah. You’re not a plant, but you do need more water. I’ll give you an enema this afternoon, to ensure your digestion gets going properly again.”

  “Oh, for the love of snickerdoodles! Y’know what? I’m just not going to talk until I’m not over your knee!”

  “That would be advisable.” Before she said or did anything further, Ral parted her cheeks with one hand and pushed one of the suppositories inside her.

  She hissed through her teeth as it went in, and Ral met with a little resistance further inside her before he finally got it to go all the way in. He rubbed her cheeks gently, feeling the warmth under his palm, then once he was certain she wasn’t going to push the suppository back out, he tipped her upright.

  “No using the bathroom for at least an hour. If you try, I’ll put another suppository into your ass and I’ll make sure it stays put with the addition of a butt plug and a lockable harness.”

  Sarah looked horrified and instinctively put her hands back to cover her bottom.

  “Please don’t.”

  He fixed her with a very serious look. “Then behave yourself.”

  She nodded fervently. Ral knew she would try to behave, and he wanted to help her with that task. He had just the thing to keep her occupied for more than the next hour.

  “Beauty and the Beast or The Little Mermaid?” He could live without his tablet for an hour.

  Sarah’s eyes lit up, then she looked at the floor and said, “Mermaid, please.”

  Ral found Sarah’s robe, so she wasn’t naked, then put the film on using the projector in the back of his tablet. He sat on a beanbag typing Sarah’s new daily schedule into her tablet while she sat beside him and watched the film. As she sang along to one of the songs, he realized how lyrical her native language was, and how it suited her sweet-sounding voice. It crossed his mind that the lyrics could mean anything and he would have no idea, since the Speakeasy chip consistently struggled to translate songs. He smiled to himself as he imagined the translation of her beautiful voice being some sort of death metal ballad that just so happened to sound delicate and lyrical to elven ears. Elvish death metal was well-known across the galaxy as being one of the most complex and accomplished forms of music in existence. The style had developed as a reaction to the rainbows and unicorns found across Telia II, the elven home planet, and the lyrics often idealized worlds of excessive greed where monogamy was prevalent and possessions weren’t designed to be biodegradable. Ral had gone through a phase in his late teens of listening to it, but after a few months, he’d moved onto other things.

  When he carried out his first project researching Earth, he was startled to discover that they had a similar type of music, only they seemed to call it Mozart. One particular album Ral had come across, which was entitled The Marriage of Figaro, sounded like a concise and simplified version of an impassioned elven death metal ballad called ‘Get Rid of All the Blue Squirrels.’ He surmised that the style of music known as Mozart was a widespread subculture amongst young Homo sapiens attempting to throw off the oppressive rules of their parents. The mermaid in Sarah’s movie seemed to be defying her father, and he was now mildly concerned about what, exactly, Sarah was watching. It wasn’t urgent, but Ral decided that he should find an Earth descendant to check the lyrics were definitely appropriate for his little girl to hear.

  Once her schedule was finished, he sat closer to her and ran his fingers through her hair. It wasn’t exactly foreplay, so he didn’t think she’d object. He just wanted her to know that he was there for her. Ral heard the contentment in her voice as Sarah sighed, and he knew she was enjoying his attention. Ever since she’d remembered her son, she’d been so hostile toward Ral that he was beginning to wonder if they had a future together, but now he realized it was just the way she was dealing with her loss and guilt.

  Halfway through the film, Ral went to the bathroom and filled the new bath that had been installed a week earlier. He made her up a fresh bottle of juice and sat beside her while she held it in both hands and drank it. When she handed him the empty bottle, his heart lifted. She had decided it was worth drinking again, without him having to coerce her. That was progress.

  Ral made her a new bottle, then decided it was a good time to give her the present in his pocket.

  “Here, I found this on Froom.” He took the little parcel out of his pocket and handed it to her. She stared at it for a moment, then unfastened it. Her face had the tiniest smile as she saw what it was, and his heart melted.

  “A necklace. With a pretty dolphin. Can you help me put it on, please?” She looked up at him with her big blue eyes and Ral smiled but shook his head.

  “After you’ve had a bath; you don’t want to get it wet.”

  “It’s a dolphin, can’t it swim?”

  “Only in seawater,” he replied with an air of finality. Sarah ran the chain through her fingers then smiled properly.

  “Thank you, I love it.” She put it on the table where she could see it, then went back to watching the movie and drinking her juice.

  After the movie, Ral scooped Sarah up and carried her to the bathroom. He didn’t put her straight into the tub, however. Instead, he carefully placed her down on the colorful mosaic floor and gently tugged at the cord of her robe. The front fell open then he reached inside and slid the fleecy fabric off her shoulders. It reached her elbows then tumbled the rest of the way to the floor. Sarah looked up at him hesitantly, then put her hands up to try and cover her ample breasts. Either side of her nose, her cheeks began to flush the slightest pink.

  “Ral, I can’t,” she said.

  “Can’t take a bath? Yes, I can see from the state of your hair. Don’t worry, princess, Daddy’s going to look after you until you are better. Pop onto your hands and knees for me, please.” He decided not to give her the room to argue about this.

  She obeyed his instruction, then asked, “What are you going to do?”

  “I need to make sure you’re clean on the inside, because you’ve been sick. Keep that bottom high, little one.” He retrieved the enema liquid and pierced the bag with the correct end of the hose, then he lubricated the other end and gently slid it into Sarah’s back passage.

  “What’s that?” Her voice got higher as the enema’s nozzle found its place.

  “It’s your enema.”

  “I thought you were joking about that! Why do they have enemas in the future when they don’t have paper and pens?”

  “Because small bottoms still need a little help sometimes.”

  “But there’s nothing small about my butt!”

  Ral responded with a sharp spank on one of her cheeks.

  “You’re not allowed to speak about yourself that way,” he told her. “This enema won’t take long, and right now, your only task is to stay still and let the liquid do its work. You’ll feel much better afterwards.”

  Sarah’s shoulders slumped but she had accepted that this was happening. That was a good sign, Ral decided. He didn’t want a battle of wills with her while she was so frail. He didn’t want one anyway. In an ideal world, she would follow his rules without fighting back.

  Naked on the floor, holding such a submissive pose while she had a tube filling her ass, the sight of Sarah made Ral’s cock stir in his pants. He wanted her. The whole time the enema was working, all he thought about was what he would most like to do with her upturned bottom cheeks; how he wanted to spank her, make her come, and prove to her that she was loved.

  When the last drops had trickled out of the bag, he knelt beside her.

  “Try your best to hold it in, little one,” he encouraged, and rubbed her back while they waited.

  “My tummy wants to pop!” Sarah sounded a lot younger than she had ear
lier, and Ral was pleased that she was more like her usual little self.

  “It needs a little bit of time to work.” He waited with her while the enema did its magic. After a few minutes had passed, he gently took the tube out. He helped her to the toilet and sat her on it, then crouched in front of her and held her hands to reassure her while she closed her eyes and squeezed his fingers.

  “My tummy is crampy!” Her hands were squeezing his quite hard now.

  “Let it all out.” He knew she wanted him to leave and that she didn’t want him to ever see her use the bathroom like this, but he also knew she needed him to stay, and to prove that he would take care of her whatever state she was in.

  Several minutes later, Ral helped Sarah to the bathtub and lifted her over the side. He lowered her into the water and smiled to himself as she cooed in delight. He picked up a bottle from a high shelf and held it out as he crouched beside her.

  “I got you some glittery shampoo so when you wash your hair, it will turn all sparkly. Once you’re back at school, this will be a weekend treat only.” He watched Sarah’s eyes light up as she took the bottle and examined it.

  “So many colors of glitter!” she marveled, as she turned it this way and that, so it caught the light.

  “And I also got you this face mask. It’s strawberry scented.” He passed her the other item he bought recently. The assistant at the store had said lots of young ladies enjoyed putting face masks on when they were in the bath.

  “There are still face masks? What does it do?” Sarah asked.

  “It covers your face up, and smells of strawberry,” Ral explained.

  “Yeah, but does it exfoliate or nourish or anything like that?” She placed the shampoo on the side of the tub and took the tube of face mask from him. She examined the bottle. The digital label changed to the weirdly curly script of Sarah’s native English when she touched the right symbol. Ral never got over how strange it was that she read her language left to right instead of the other way around.