Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Daddy nods.
“If she refuses to wet herself, sometimes it’s necessary to insert a catheter for a few days or give her medications that force her to pee.”
I bite into my lip. I certainly don’t want either of those things to happen.
The doctor shifts his attention to my chest. He palpates all around my boobs. “Any issues with your breasts, Little one?”
I shake my head.
He circles my nipple a few times and then grips it with his finger and thumb. “Slight pinch, Little one.”
I arch my chest the moment he pinches my nipple. Hard. He holds it a few seconds and then releases it. “Good girl.”
The room is spinning as he reaches over to do the same to my other breast. I can feel wetness gathering between my legs. From medical play. How did I not know this about myself?
I’m panting by the time Dr. Morgan settles on a rolling chair between my legs. He adjusts the stirrups so they are significantly wider and then palpates my labia. When he pulls the hood back from my clit, I whimper. He’s not even touching me, but the air hits the little nub and makes me feel desperate.
“I’m going to open your vagina now, Little one,” he announces as he slides a speculum into me. “I’ll get a quick pap smear first.”
First? What else is there to do?
It feels like he stretches me really wide, probably because it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex. Leaving the speculum in place, he prods at my urethra. I only know this because all my blood has fled to my private parts, so I have a heightened awareness of every millimeter of my skin.
“You’ll feel a slight pressure as I swab your urethra, Little one. Hold still for me.”
Daddy sets a hand on my pelvis to steady me.
I’m panting harder, willing them to be done. I blow out a relieved breath when he removes the swab, but my relief is short-lived because moments later, something else is touching me there.
“I’m putting a catheter in now, Little one. It will drain your bladder and give me a urine sample.”
I whimper and look at Daddy. “I don’t like it, Daddy.”
“Take deep breaths, Little bunny. It’s good for you to find out what it feels like to have a catheter in you. If you don’t keep your diaper wet, you’ll need to wear one for a few days.”
I shake my head. I think I might cry. Not because I’m hurting, but because I’m so embarrassed. As the doctor eases the tube into my pee hole, wetness is leaking out of me. My clit is throbbing. My thighs are shaking.
Finally, I feel the urine draining out of me. It’s a relief, but it’s also mortifying. I’m going to wet myself so often that Daddy never even mentions the catheter again.
“Would you rub her clit for me?” Dr. Morgan asks. “She’s desperate for release. It’s not unusual for Little girls to get aroused while I’m examining them, especially when their urethra is stretched.”
Surely I misunderstood, but apparently not because a moment later, Daddy slides his hand down lower on my pelvis, finds my swollen clit, and rubs it rapidly.
I would have arched completely off the table if he weren’t holding me. Brian too. He keeps a firm grip on my wrists. My head is spinning. Or maybe it’s the room. I don’t know. All I know is the pressure I’ve felt in my tummy only a few times now is back. It’s growing. I need to orgasm so badly that I don’t care who’s watching.
In moments, I reach that blissful peak and tip over the other side. I can feel the walls of my vagina gripping the speculum. I can even feel my urethra gripping the tube.
As I float back into my body, panting and shaking, the doctor removes the catheter and the speculum.
Daddy is still circling my clit.
Dr. Morgan taps my tight rear hole next, applying cool lube. “I’m going to examine your bottom now, Little one. Be brave for me. Almost done.” He slides his finger into me, making me gasp. It’s so invasive, but it feels so good.
I squeeze my eyes closed and hold my breath.
Thank God he doesn’t linger. I’m still horny. I might have come again.
Finally, he’s done. He uses a few wipes to clean off my skin and unfastens my legs. He hands Daddy a tube of something. “This is a stronger diaper cream. Use it twice a day for a few days. Just keep an eye on her and make sure her skin doesn’t get too irritated. If it does, bring her back in.”
“Thank you.”
When Brian releases my wrists, I shudder.
“Nice to meet you, Little one,” Dr. Morgan says, patting my thigh again. He tells Daddy, “Bring her back in a few weeks unless you have an issue that needs addressing.”