Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
“Scythe shared that your mother just passed. I’m sorry, Winnie. We’re going to take this off your plate, Winnie, and assign this to your Daddy. He’ll make sure to put you first.”
“Definitely,” Scythe confirmed.
“Oh, I don’t want him to have to….”
Scythe interrupted. “Taking care of you is what I love to do.”
“O—Okay,” Winnie agreed hesitantly. She was torn between being relieved not to even think about this and anticipation of Scythe doing this for her.
“Scythe, fold her top down on your side, and I’ll examine Winnie before I show you what to do.”
Winnie felt like she’d been transported into a bad porno. How was she ever going to look at either man in the future? Bow chicka bow wow played in her mind as they exposed her. To her surprise, Scythe was focused. He watched Razor and then followed his directions with a serious expression. Making sure she was healthy was important to him. Winnie felt more cherished than ever before.
“Check once a month. After her period is usually best,” Razor shared. When Scythe nodded, the doctor re-covered her chest and patted her on the shoulder. “You’re being an excellent patient, Winnie. Let me do your pelvic exam, and I’ll have almost all the information I need.”
“I’m scared,” she whispered.
“I’ll share what I’m doing as I proceed, Winnie. Your Daddy is right next to you.”
She nodded, trying to be brave.
“Good girl. Okay, you’re going to scoot to the bottom of the table,” Razor instructed as he pressed the table extension back in its storage spot. As Winnie bent her legs to put her feet on the padding to wiggle down, Razor moved the metal stirrups into place.
“A few more inches, Winnie. I know it must seem like you’re going to tumble off, but I won’t let that happen. Almost there. Perfect,” Razor coached her into position. “Scythe, place her foot in the metal cup and wrap the support around her ankle.”
She tried to move her feet and found them bound into place. Winnie squeezed her Daddy’s hand hard when he returned to her side. She didn’t like being tied.
“You’re okay, Winnie. Razor is making sure you don’t hurt yourself by falling. Remember, you’re right on the edge,” Scythe told her as he returned the throw to her. “Hold your blankie.”
She opened her mouth to answer, but the snap of gloves captured her attention. Winnie grabbed a handful of the material and held it under her chin. Razor threaded his fingers into the other glove. He pulled a lamp closer and turned it on as he sat on the rolling stool. Winnie freaked out inside. He was sitting at eye level, looking at her pussy.
His hands folded the extra material of the gown, creating a drape that prevented her from seeing what he was doing. She bit her lip to keep herself from begging to get up. Her heart pounded.
“Winnie, you’re doing very well. Inhale a couple of deep breaths with your Daddy as I tell you what I’m doing. First, I’m checking to ensure you don’t have any lumps or spots that concern me, and you don’t. I’m going to touch you now,” Razor told her. “Your tissue is pink and healthy. I can see some signs of stretching, which is perfectly normal when someone has sex for the first few times. Your Daddy may need to add a bit of lubricant to assist your natural responses.”
He explored her clit, pulling the hood back slightly. Even that professional exploration aroused her. Winnie tried to shut down her reaction. The heat of the lamp focused on her intimate space, her widely spread legs, and the binding around her feet shouldn’t have been stimulating, but they were.
Scythe moved closer to Razor so he could see as well, and Winnie closed her eyes. Now, her exposure had doubled. Razor traced along her opening with a fingertip. “Here are the slight abrasions, Scythe. More lube will allow her to take you painlessly. Especially when you stop using lubricated condoms, you’ll need to address this.”
“Would oral sex help?” Scythe asked, and Winnie squeaked in embarrassment before draping her blanket over her face. “It’s okay, Chipmunk. Razor will keep you healthy.”
“Definitely, anything that increases her response is great. Perhaps an orgasm or two before intercourse could be all that’s needed. Many lubes would work well to prepare Winnie for intercourse. I’ll send home some samples for you to experiment with, Scythe.”
“Thank you, Razor. Don’t you want to thank Razor too?” he prompted Winnie.
“Thank you,” she whispered, with her face covered. She was glad her Daddy had reminded her to say something. Winnie would have been embarrassed later if she hadn’t.
“You’re welcome, Winnie. Now, I’m going to check inside. First, I’ll insert my finger. No, don’t scoot away,” he reprimanded her sternly.
Scythe wrapped his free hand around her thigh and pinned her in place. “Gotcha, Little girl. I’ll help.”