Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
The doctor nudges my knees several inches apart and sets a foam wedge between them. “Can you hold this here for me, Little one?”
I grip it slightly. It’s keeping my legs open. I moan. I don’t even care much that three men are watching me come apart at the seams. My head is spinning.
“Good girl,” Dr. Pedersen says. “It says in your file that you have not had a checkup for a while, so I’m going to be thorough. I need you to tell me if you start to panic. That’s never the goal.”
I’m trembling all over. “Yes, Sir,” I manage to mumble.
He sets his hands gently on my belly and begins to palpate. “Any issues with her tummy?” He looks at Daddy, and I’m glad. It’s easier if he asks Daddy than me.
“Not usually. I do most of the cooking, and I often feed her too, so I know what she eats. I stick to a pretty balanced diet.”
“That’s good. Most Littles don’t have tummy problems on the island since they aren’t permitted more than our special formula and the occasional treat. There are healthy lollipops and ice creams on the island made from natural ingredients and fruit juices. An occasional treat is fine. The challenge is getting Littles to use their diapers, especially number two.” He smiles at me as he moves his hands higher toward my boobs.
“Josie wears diapers often at home, but that might be a challenge for her. Especially in public. She’s worried about people seeing her with a wet diaper.”
My face heats again.
“That’s normal. Let me know if it becomes an issue. I have medications I can prescribe that help Little ones use their diapers.” He looks at me again. “I’m going to examine your breasts now, Little one.” He palpates my boob in a circle.
I hold my breath and will my nipple to stop reacting. It’s impossible though, especially when he flicks his thumb over the tip before pinching it lightly between his finger and thumb.
By the time he finishes the second breast, I’m panting. My pussy is wet, and everyone is going to know it soon.
I purse my lips as the doctor moves down my body. He pulls out stirrups and gently lifts first one leg and then the other into the elevated pads. Next, he lowers the front of the table so my bottom is on the very edge. And lastly, he spreads the stirrups as wide as possible.
I’m so horny it’s not even funny. When I look at Daddy, he smiles and cups my breast. “You’re doing so well, Baby girl. I’m so proud of you.”
“You mentioned in your chart she doesn’t like restraints,” Dr. Pedersen says.
Daddy nods. “I use them for strollers, car seats, booster seats, and harnesses, but not the changing table or for sex. I find they can trigger her and cause her to get too distracted to enjoy herself. She’s very good at obeying my command to stay still though. She knows if she doesn’t obey Daddy, she won’t get the reward she craves.”
I squeeze my eyes closed. The reward he’s talking about is orgasms. He’s telling the doctor that I’m willing to pretend I’m restrained in exchange for orgasms. I’m mortified and twice as horny at the same time. I can’t decide which emotion is winning.
“Is it okay if Brian continues to hold your hands, Little one?” Dr. Pedersen asks.
I draw in a breath and nod. Brian isn’t bothering me. His grip is gentle. Handcuffs or anything like that would make me cringe.
The doctor pats my inner thigh. “Good girl. Let us know if anything gets to be too much.”
“Yes, Sir,” I manage to murmur.
Daddy strokes my boob. “Such a brave Little girl,” he praises.
“Have you had a pelvic exam before, Little one?” Dr. Pedersen asks.
I slowly shake my head. It’s not as if I could lie, but this is one of those times when I really wish lying was something I was capable of.
“That’s okay, Josie,” the doctor says. “Lots of Little girls your age haven’t seen a gynecologist yet. But I assume you’re sexually active?”
Daddy slides his fingers to my nipple, and I nearly jump off the table. I look at him, finding him smiling. “Answer the doctor, Baby girl.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper. “But Daddy is my first partner, and we haven’t been together that long, so…”
Daddy leans over me and kisses me gently. “Daddy is your last partner too, princess.”
I arch my chest, not because of his words but because of his fingers, which are now twisting my nipple. I’m going to self-combust.
Dr. Pedersen clears his throat. “Since you’re taking birth control and sexually active, it’s time for you to have a pelvic exam, Josie. Can you be brave for me?”
“Yes, Sir,” I manage to murmur. My attention is on Daddy’s fingers as I squirm around on the table.