Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
I tug the blanket away as I lower her to her diapered bottom on the end of the table.
She whimpers and reaches out for the blanket. “Papi…”
I set it on the chair behind me. “You won’t need the blanket during your exam, Little one.”
Sara crosses her arms over her small breasts, her cheeks turning pink.
I lift her chin to meet her gaze as I gently encircle her wrists with my fingers and tug them to her sides. “Sit up tall for the doctor. Keep your hands at your sides.” There are so many things I have not told her. “Little girls on Eleadia are expected to keep their fingers away from their nipples.”
She inhales sharply and then purses her lips. Her cheeks are bright red now.
Dankin steps to her other side, warming his stethoscope with his palm. “I’m going to listen to your heart first, Sara. Can you sit tall for me?” he reminds her.
She finally straightens her spine, but she keeps her lips pursed and closes her eyes.
“Deep breaths, Little one,” Dankin encourages. “Good girl.” He moves the disk around her chest and back before setting it aside. He then rounds to her front to examine her ears, nose, eyes, and throat, palpating her neck when he’s done.
I hold her small hand, wondering if she has any idea she has flipped hers over and grips two of my much larger fingers with her entire fist.
“Lie back for me,” Dankin says as we both help her recline. He guides her hands above her head next.
Sara’s breath hitches again. Goosebumps rise on her skin, and her pretty nipples tighten.
A deep inhale tells me she’s aroused. It’s common. I’m pleased. It’s a good sign. Her innate submissive will thrive on being exposed and restrained. In fact, when I reach up and clasp her wrists to hold them above her head, she arches her chest and lets out a soft moan.
I set my free hand on her chest. “Be a good girl while the doctor examines you. Some of the exam will be exactly what you’re used to. Other parts will be foreign to you. Papi will be right here the entire time. I can hold your hands out of the way, or I can restrain them if you’d rather. Which would you prefer?”
She licks her lips. “You hold them, Papi,” she whispers.
“I expect you to address the doctor and all other men we encounter as Sir and speak politely to them.”
She swallows. “Yes, Sir.”
I lean over and kiss her forehead. “Good girl.”
She shivers.
Dankin stands across from me. “I’m going to examine your breasts, Little one. Have you ever had any issues with them?”
“No, Sir,” she murmurs.
I move my hand out of the way and set it on her inner thigh. Her small legs are bent and parted to accommodate her diaper, which is still dry. When I rub the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, she clenches her muscles.
Dankin palpates her small breast in a spiral until he reaches her nipple. When he gives it a pinch, a small cry escapes her lips as she arches. Her arousal is potent. Her pussy is surely soaked.
She holds her breath while Dankin examines her other breast, and she’s panting when he pinches the second bud. He turns slightly and grazes his thumbs over both nipples. “She’s very responsive. Did you prick her nipples earlier?”
“Yes.”
“Ah.” He pats her breasts. “That explains her lingering arousal.”
I glance at him. “We consummated our bond, too. I did my best to wash my essence from her skin and inside her.”
Dankin nods as he moves to her stomach and begins pressing his fingers around her abdomen. “You’ll need to bathe her after sex every time to lessen the frenzy. No one is quite sure yet if females will grow accustomed to the effects of semen or if the need to wash it off will linger for years to come.”
I nod.
Sara is staring at me with wide eyes, mouth open.
I know human females are not as open about sexuality as Eleadians. She’s embarrassed.
Dankin slides a hand to the front of her diaper and squeezes. “Has she wet herself yet?”
“No.”
He rounds to the end of the table, gently lifts her legs into stirrups, and secures them before widening her thighs farther. “I need a urine sample anyway, but when I’m done, I’ll use an anesthetic cream to ensure she wets herself before entering stasis.”
I nod, gripping my Little girl’s wrists when she tries to tug them free. She doesn’t ask what that means, and it’s probably for the best. She’s not going to like it. Or, more accurately, she probably is going to enjoy the doctor’s methods, which will frustrate and embarrass her.
Sara whimpers when Dankin removes her diaper.
I set my hand on her chest again. My palm is wide enough to reach both her nipples. Caressing them will distract her slightly.