Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“Pull it out. Don’t, Kole. This isn’t funny.”
“When you settle down, I’ll spread the lubricant around inside so the thermometer will slide in easily. You’ll get used to my finger in your bottom.”
“That will never happen.” She refuted his assertion as she wiggled to get away.
“We’ll practice,” he promised and rubbed his finger around to all the inner surfaces as she digested that statement.
“Practice?” she repeated.
“Yes. All good. Let’s try the thermometer next.”
He slid his finger from her body and wiped it clean before quickly pressing the thermometer deep inside. “That’s almost perfect.” He checked the time on his watch.
She shivered on the table.
“I know. The thermometer is cold, isn’t it? There’s no way for Daddy to warm that up for you without messing with the results.”
She clamped her lips closed and turned her head to the side, giving him the silent treatment. Kole knew that wouldn’t last long. Ten minutes would feel like forever for a Little girl who loved to talk. To her credit, Gabby made it three.
“Take it out already,” she demanded.
“Ten minutes, Little girl. Watch your tone or I’ll know your body is off-kilter and needs some special bottom treatment.”
“What does that mean?”
“Little girls who have tummy upsets, like being irregular, often get grumpy. Does your tummy feel okay?”
“My tummy? Irregular? Oh! No. I’m fine. No problems there.”
“Hmm,” he said speculatively. “We’ll see. I have all the tools to help you feel your best.”
Kole could tell the minute she remembered what was in the drawers. Her mouth rounded into an O and she shook her head urgently.
“You wouldn’t want to give me an enema,” she said quickly.
“Of course. Daddies take care of their Little girls in all ways. I can guarantee you at least one Little girl here at SANCTUM is feeling much better after their Daddy treated their bottom this morning.”
“No!”
“Definitely, yes. You can ask them later this afternoon. I think we’re all going on a picnic together,” Kole shared.
“I can’t ask them that.”
“Of course, you can. They’ll tell you the truth.” Taking advantage of her distraction, he adjusted the thermometer a bit deeper as she forgot to push against him.
“Stop that.”
“You’re going to convince me you’re not feeling well, Little girl,” he warned.
“Maybe I don’t want to be a Little girl.”
“You don’t get to pick and choose. You’re either Little or you aren’t. There isn’t any question in my mind that you are a Little girl. Are you questioning it?”
He held her gaze as she struggled to find the right answer. Finally, she shook her head. “Good girl. Now, can you tell Daddy the truth? Does your tummy hurt?”
“Maybe a bit, but it’s not bad.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Will you trust me to help you feel better?”
“I don’t want you to use that thing.”
“The enema bag? We can try something else first if you’d like.”
She nodded eagerly. “Please.”
For the remaining few minutes, he talked to her about what they could make to take to the picnic. They decided to go pick some ripe tomatoes from the garden and slice those. Kole was intrigued to find out she added a sprinkle of sugar to her fresh tomatoes when it was available instead of salt.
“I’ll have to try that, Little girl. Time to see what your temperature is.”
Slowly, he slid the thermometer from her bottom. He could feel her watching him as he rotated the device to read the results. A few tenths above normal. A tummy upset could easily explain that. Quickly, he slid a suppository into her already lubricated bottom then cleaned the remainder of the slippery substance away.
Lowering her feet to the padding, he released the strap across her body and helped her sit up. “Let’s go wash your face. Did you potty earlier?”
“Yes. Before I came to find you.”
In a few minutes, he had brushed her hair and cleaned her face. They returned to the nursery to pick up Toffee. “Want to play with Toffee in here while I make breakfast? It won’t take too long.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
He took his time putting together a meal of French toast and orange juice as he listened for the sound that would tell him the medicine had worked. When the toilet flushed for the third time, he went to check on her.
“You okay, Little girl?” he asked as he stepped into the nursery.
“I’m good,” she answered with rosy cheeks.
“Ready to come eat breakfast?” he asked.
“Yes. Suddenly, I’m really hungry.”
“How about French toast?”
“Yum!”
She beat him into the kitchen and climbed into her booster seat without asking any questions. Kole strapped her in safely and returned to put two pieces of golden toast on her plate.
As he sliced it up for her, he asked, “Butter and syrup?”
“Just a bit of powdered sugar,” she requested, and stabbed her fork into a piece before waiting for him to sprinkle it over the top.