Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Oh.
“I’m going to help you feel really Little tonight, Cherry. It will be a new experience. I think you’ll like it. Some days Daddy will bring you in here and dominate you more than usual.” He rubbed her tummy.
Butterflies jumped around inside her belly. “Okay.” It was hard to admit, but she wanted this experience. She was curious. And she was soaked. Apparently that was expected. He wasn’t going to judge her.
“First, I’m going to restrain you to the table.” He lifted her arms and before she knew his intentions, he had cuffed her wrists above her head.
Her breath hitched and she arched her chest off the table. Her arousal went from a nine to a nineteen in seconds. From the restraints?
“That’s a good girl. Don’t fight it. Let it feel good.”
She whimpered as he pulled a strap across her chest next, securing her just below her breasts. He bent down to pull something out of the bag and tore open the package.
She was surprised when he held up a stress ball. It was even a cupcake. It made her giggle. “What’s that for, Daddy?”
He put it in her hand. “I want you to hold it. If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable and you want me to stop, drop the ball and Daddy will stop immediately.”
“Why can’t I just tell you to stop?”
He lifted something else out of the bag and opened yet another package.
Sue shuddered as he held up a hot-pink pacifier.
“Your mouth will be busy,” he informed her as he brought the nipple to her lips. “Try it. I bet you’ll like it. You can suckle the nipple while I examine you. It will help calm you.”
She was uncertain, but she opened her mouth and let him pop the pacifier in. It took a few seconds to get her tongue right, and then she suckled the nipple. Maybe he was right. It felt kind of soothing.
It also made her even hornier. Not having her voice made her nipples tighten farther.
Daddy set his hands on her tummy and palpated all around like a doctor would do before moving up to her chest and examining her breasts next.
She sucked harder. Her boobs felt heavy and needy. Every time he thumbed her nipples, she moaned behind the pacifier. When he pinched them, she would have shot off the changing table but that restraining band held her securely.
Daddy gave her a rewarding smile before moving to the end of the table. “Bend your knees and spread them wide for me, Cherry.”
She arched her chest as much as the strap would permit, deliriously horny at the prospect, and her arousal shot even higher when he pulled another set of restraints out and bound her knees high and wide.
She moaned around the pacifier again. He’d hardly done anything and she was about to come. He’d been right. This medical play was totally turning her on. If he didn’t find it odd, why should she be embarrassed?
Daddy took his time examining her folds, spreading her labia open, stroking through her wetness, lifting the hood off her clit. “I’m going to take your temperature now, Cherry.” He used a wipe to clean his fingers, grabbed the thermometer from the mystery bag, and made a production out of snapping on blue gloves.
Sue was whimpering and suckling and leaking. Her pussy felt swollen and needy while she watched him spread lube on the thermometer before anchoring her pelvis with one large hand and bringing the rectal thermometer to her tight hole.
Obviously it wasn’t going to hurt. She’d worn a plug for him nearly all day once. This tiny rod was only meant to make her squirm with the odd sort of embarrassment that came from being naked and exposed to a doctor.
It worked.
She groaned and tipped her head back as he eased the glass rod into her bottom. He held her cheeks open as wide as possible and repositioned the thermometer over and over, sliding it in and out.
She wanted him to touch her clit, but she didn’t have a voice with this pacifier. She could always spit it out, of course, but that would defeat the purpose.
While he held the thermometer inside her, he deliberately palpated her pussy, parting her folds over and over, lifting the hood off her clit several more times. He didn’t touch her anywhere she really needed though.
Finally, he eased the rod from her bottom and held it up. “Your temperature is normal.” He set it aside and returned to hold her pelvis down. “I’m going to examine your pussy now and then your bottom.”
She tried and failed to lift her hips clear off the table. He held her steady.
The cupcake stress ball was so tight in her hand it was probably going to be permanently misshapen.
Daddy slid two fingers into her pussy and stroked all around. Somehow he managed to maintain a serious expression on his face as if he were an actual doctor doing a yearly pelvic exam.