Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“Am I going to find that you’re wet, Bunny?”
Refusing to incriminate herself, Elizabeth kept her mouth closed as his fingers drew slowly closer to her core. She knew what he would find.
“You’re soaked, Little girl. Are you always this responsive?” he quietly asked.
“Never. It’s you, Daddy. You treat me differently.”
“I want you to remember that.” His fingers caressed her until she was squirming.
“It’s getting late, Little girl. I’m going to help you get dressed and then I’ll take you back to your car. But first, I’m going to take your temperature. I’m worried that all our activities may have been too taxing.”
“No, Daddy. I’m okay,” she rushed to assure him.
Tom just stood, lifting Elizabeth easily. He walked over to the changing table and gently placed her on it. Before she could protest, her Daddy stretched her hands over her head and secured them to the top of the table with a set of Velcro strips. Elizabeth pulled on the restraints to test them as he turned her easily onto her side. When she automatically tried to roll onto her back, he wrapped a wide strip around her torso and tethered her in place.
“Don’t wiggle too much, Little girl. I don’t want you to roll off.”
“Let me go,” she pleaded.
“Can you be a good girl and keep your knees here? I have more stay strips if you need me to use them,” Tom said, bending her legs.
“I’ll stay just like this,” she promised.
“Thank you, Bunny. I knew I could count on you.” Tom rubbed over her bottom to reward her.
He lifted his hand from her body, and she heard one of the drawers open. Tom pulled out a long thin package and opened it to reveal a thermometer thicker than her thumb. Setting it behind her where she couldn’t see, Tom unsealed a large jar of lubricant and scooped up a good-size dollop on one fingertip.
Elizabeth closed her eyes as he spread her bottom to reveal the small opening hidden between her cheeks. She jumped at the feel of the cold mixture and then froze as he pressed his finger inside and rotated it around to coat her tight channel. Slumping in relief when his finger slid from her body, she stiffened at the feel of the cold instrument he guided inside her. He twirled it several times and it slipped deeper into her.
“Good girl. Five minutes and we’ll see how you feel.”
“Daddy?”
“Yes, sweetheart.”
“This makes me feel very Little,” she admitted.
“That’s a good thing, Bunny. Let me get Hortense for you. Don’t budge,” he warned.
“I’ll be good.”
He was back in a minute with her stuffed hippopotamus. “Here she is.”
Tom tucked it into her arms before pulling out another package. After opening it, he held a pacifier to her lips. “Try this, Little girl.”
She felt silly with the thing in her mouth, but it felt good. Elizabeth experimented with sucking on it. It did seem to make her less stressed. Pulling her stuffie to her face between her restrained arms, she hid behind the soft plush.
“Peekaboo!” Tom said, pulling it gently from her face and then releasing it. He played that game several times until she giggled behind her paci.
“You are so cute,” he praised, pressing kisses to her cheek.
“You’re funny,” she mumbled.
“That’s me, funny Daddy.”
He twirled the thermometer again in her bottom, and it entered a bit more. “Almost there, Bunny. Just thirty seconds left.”
“One, one thousand, two, one thousand, three, one thousand,” she counted in her head as he watched his watch.
Finally, she felt him pull the thermometer from her bottom. Turning her head, she watched him rotate the device to read it. Tom cleaned the thermometer with a disinfectant cloth. He rustled in the drawer, and she wondered what would come next. Baffled to see him open a small notebook and write a few strokes of his pen before stowing it back in the drawer.
Letting the paci fall from her mouth, she asked, “What’s that for?”
“That’s Daddy’s log of your health.”
“You are very serious about this,” she observed.
“Of course, that’s Daddy’s job.” Tom placed the thermometer in a large plastic case that had come in the plastic packaging as well before returning it to the drawer.
“What else is in there?” she asked, trying to look over her shoulder but tethered securely in place.
“Daddy’s things.” Tom pulled a baby wipe and removed the traces of the lubricant from her bottom.
He unfastened the strap around her torso and guided Elizabeth to her back. “Spread your legs. Daddy needs to see how wet you are.”
Slowly she followed his direction, squeezing Hortense between her arm and her cheek. Elizabeth knew what he saw. Her juices coated the tops of her thighs.
“My Bunny is so responsive. I’m a very lucky Daddy.” He stroked his fingers through her wet folds.
She squirmed, wanting more.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Little girl. I bet you’re already a bit sore,” he commented, stretching her opening with two inserted fingers.