Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
“Do you have any trouble moving your bowels?”
Immediately, she shook her head as her cheeks heated.
“Never?”
“Tell Zale the truth, baby,” Max said in the stern tone she’d learned to pay attention to.
“Sometimes before my period.”
“That’s pretty normal. Fiber gummies help, Max. I’ll give you a list. Saylor will probably need a custom vitamin to address any deficiencies I find in her bloodwork.”
She looked back and forth between the two men. Swallowing hard, she realized daddies didn’t play around. They were going to make sure she was as healthy as possible.
“Anything else I should know about you? Family history of heart disease, stroke, diabetes?”
“No. My family is pretty healthy,” she answered truthfully.
“That’s good. Okay, let your daddy help you take off your clothes and step up on the scale when you’re ready,” Zale instructed.
“Is there a gown somewhere?” she asked, looking around.
“I’ll get you a blanket in a bit if you’re cold, Saylor. For now, your weight needs to be as accurate as possible for me to prescribe birth control.”
“Really?” she squeaked.
“You’ll be fine. Let me help you, baby,” Max told her as he held out a hand to help her off the table, as Zale opened a file and started making notes for himself.
In a super short time, she stood naked under the bright white lights. Saylor shielded her breasts and pelvis from Zale’s sight as he turned back to her. Max quickly drew her hands away and pulled them down to her sides.
“No hiding, little girl. Up on the scale,” Max urged. He put a large hand at the small of her back and guided Saylor to the scale.
She hesitated before stepping up. She wasn’t a petite hundred pounds. Would it matter to Max? He had already guessed her approximate weight.
“Baby girl, I don’t give a rat’s ass what you weigh. I promise I weigh more.”
She smiled at that. Max was the largest man on his team. Gathering her courage, she trusted he wouldn’t make fun of her and stepped onto the scale. Zale appeared beside her, making her jump in surprise.
Max chuckled as Zale adjusted the sliding scale without saying a word. When he had it balanced, he slid the controls back to the right. “Turn around for me, Saylor,” Zale requested as he lifted the level and adjusted it to determine her height, as Saylor struggled not to cover herself in front of the two men.
“Max, help Saylor stretch out on her tummy on the table,” Zale requested as he stepped away to record her measurements.
“He’s light on his feet, isn’t he?” Max asked her as he guided her back to the table.
“Warn me next time,” she requested quietly.
He winked at her as he helped her climb onto the table. As she settled into position, Saylor realized what had to be coming next. She tried to turn over, but Max firmly pressed between her shoulders, settling her into place.
“Daddy! I don’t want…”
“Warning,” Max said.
Saylor didn’t have time to ask what he was alerting her about before Zale spoke.
“Temperature time. Max, consider taking Saylor’s temperature every day to help her acclimate,” Zale said. “Stay still, little girl.”
Saylor froze as she heard a rattling behind her. The tray of supplies. She peeked over as Zale pulled off the thin paper covering the tray. Lubricant, a thick thermometer, a speculum, and so many gloves. Saylor closed her eyes and pressed her forehead to the paper covering the table.
Max stroked her back. She heard the snap of the gloves Zale pulled on and the squelch of lubricant coming out of the tube.
“Relax, baby. You’re fine. Some practice will make this less scary,” he promised.
Zale parted her buttocks without a word about how much she tried to clench her bottom. His slick finger rubbed cool gel around her small entrance before pressing firmly inside. He slowly rotated his hand to spread the slick mixture.
Saylor wanted to hate every moment of his touch, but she was so sensitive there. She thought of anything else other than the sizzling exploration. When his finger slid from her body, she relaxed slightly, only to stiffen once again as the cold thermometer invaded her.
“Ten minutes, little girl,” Zale told her as he covered the tip with his hand to trap the instrument deep inside her.
She heard them talking over her about caring for a Little and how to help her feel her best. Unable to concentrate on what they discussed, Saylor’s mind went to her happy place. She imagined herself swinging in Max’s yard with her new friends.
Finally, the thick tube slid from her bottom. Saylor melted onto the table in relief.
“Good girl, baby. Let’s sit up,” Max said, helping her turn over.
The melty lube between her buttocks made the skin slide slickly as she shifted, reminding her of how intimately Zale cared for her. Now sitting on the edge of the exam table, she remembered how exposed she was. “Could I have a blanket now?”