Lacey’s Daddy – Littleworld Read Online Paige Michaels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
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Daddy’s hands stiffen against me. I know he tries very hard not to get angry about my plight, but this revelation makes his jaw tighten. He’s mad on my behalf. I know he is.

“Okay,” Dr. Morgan says. “I’m not going to put anything up inside her vagina today. I don’t think it’s necessary. When and if she’s ready to have vaginal intercourse, you’ll need to take care preparing her.”

Daddy nods.

Dr. Morgan addresses me again. “As for your period. There are several options. For diapered Littles, there’s no need for pads or tampons, but if you want to explore birth control options, one of those would be an injection. It would keep you from ovulating, and for most women, it also stops their period.”

I’ve never considered birth control, but the thought of not bleeding onto a cloth every month sounds intriguing. Wearing a diaper is embarrassing enough. I don’t want to bleed into it also.

Daddy leans over and looks me in the eyes. “We don’t have to decide anything today. Dr. Morgan is just giving you options. We’ll talk about it more another day, okay?”

I bite my lip and give him a slight nod.

“Good girl.” He smiles at me for the millionth time, and it warms me and makes me feel better.

“Has she had regular bowel movements?” Dr. Morgan asks, changing the subject to something more horrifying than my cycle.

I squeeze my eyes closed.

“Yes. We started bottles Friday night. Her body is purged of everything that was in her by now,” Daddy tells him.

“Good. Don’t introduce any foods for a while. Let’s get her regulated and get her weight up. I want her to empty her bowels regularly, though. I’d suggest using a suppository every morning for a while until her body adapts.”

“Sounds good.”

Sounds good? I don’t think so. I don’t even know what a suppository is.

Daddy looks at me and pats my tummy. He must see my confusion on my face because he explains, “A suppository is a medicine Daddy will put up inside your bottom. In this case it will be something that makes your body empty your bowels. It won’t hurt.”

I squeeze my butt cheeks together at the thought, but even more humiliating than the thought of Daddy putting something up in my butt is how my body is reacting to this news.

Now all I can think about is what it will feel like for him to put his finger inside me there. It sounds so…wrong, and yet I like it when Daddy does things to me that are incredibly intimate. It makes me feel like we have something special and secret between us.

I guess on this island nothing is really a secret. Everyone lives a similar lifestyle, but it still makes that flutter happen in my tummy, the sensation I get every time Daddy even looks at me.

Lying here naked on this exam table, exposed to both Daddy and the doctor is making my heart race and my special parts throb. Is something wrong with me?

Chapter Ten

Dr. Morgan removes my legs from the stirrups. “Will you carry her across the hall so I can get a few X-rays?”

Daddy scoops my naked body into his arms and follows the doctor from the room.

I gasp as we enter the hallway.

Daddy kisses my forehead. “No one else is in the clinic today, sweet girl,” he reminds me as if this is supposed to assuage my nervous tension about being naked and exposed.

Dr. Morgan points toward a low flat surface. “The table might be a bit cold, Little one. Hopefully you can tolerate it for a few minutes. I’ll try to be quick.”

Daddy deposits me in the middle of the table and guides me to lie on my back. He once again lifts my arms over my head. “Dr. Morgan is going to take some pictures of your ribs first, Baby girl. Can you lie very still for me, or would you like me to restrain you?”

A full-body shiver consumes me at his suggestion.

He emphasizes his words by pressing my hands against the hard table. “I can strap your arms down and also across your chest and your hips if you’d like, sweet girl.” He says this in a kind tone as if he’s offering me candy.

I find myself nodding for reasons I can’t understand. I noticed there were a lot of different straps on the changing table at Noah’s apartment, but Daddy didn’t use them on me.

Holding my breath, I try to stay still as Daddy pulls a thick length of nylon across my arms right at my elbows above my head. My heart rate picks up immediately. I had this same sensation when he put the harness on me earlier.

When he adds a strap across my chest just below my breasts, I whimper. I also lift my legs, bend them, and squeeze my thighs together. The flutters are back with a vengeance.


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