Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
He listens in several places before switching to my back. When he’s done, he looks in my ears, nose, eyes, and throat like any doctor would for a routine visit.
It almost seems normal until he has me lie back and lifts my hands over my head. “Nurse Brian will hold your hands out of the way for me while I examine you, Little one.”
I grip the ball tighter than ever, trying not to drop it. I can’t stop the rush of arousal that consumes me the moment the nurse restrains my wrists. I arch my chest and lift my knees. A moan escapes my lips. I’m mortified. I know all of this is exactly what is expected, but I can’t seem to escape the cycle. It’s a constantly spinning circle of emotions. I’m aroused from the exam, which embarrasses me, which makes me even more aroused and on and on.
When the doctor starts asking Daddy questions about my health, I grow increasingly more embarrassed and therefore hornier.
“Does she wet her diapers regularly?”
“How are her bowel movements?”
“Does she use a pacifier?”
“Does she take her bottles without complaint?”
“Any issues with her bottom? Her breasts? Her vagina? Her urethra?”
“How is her behavior? How often do you spank her? Are timeouts effective?”
I slide deeper and deeper into a horny ball of regression, my body betraying me as it reacts to every word and Daddy’s responses.
Dr. Keys spends far more time than necessary examining my breasts. When I squirm too much, he adds a strap across my ribs right below the globes before he switches to thumbing my nipples and then pinching and twisting them.
I’m panting and whimpering. I can’t look at anyone. I get it. I understand why Littles go to the clinic. I don’t even care anymore. I need to come so badly I’ll die if someone doesn’t put me out of my misery soon.
Things go from embarrassing to more mortifying when the doctor puts my legs in stirrups and straps them down at my thighs and my ankles.
I moan as he spreads the stirrups wider than I thought possible before he sits on a rolling stool between my legs. He addresses me directly. “I’m going to put a catheter in your little pee-pee hole, Sophia, so I can get a urine sample. Have you ever had a catheter before, Little one?”
I shake my head.
Daddy sets a hand on my chest between my breasts. “Words, Baby girl. Remember your manners.”
I lick my incredibly dry lips. “No, Sir,” I whisper, shuddering. It turns out forcing me to interact only makes me hornier. Daddy knew that. Darn him.
“Does it ever hurt when you go peepee, Sophia?” the doctor asks.
“No, Sir,” I murmur again. I hold my breath at the strange sensation of having a tube pushed up into my tiny hole. To make things even more humiliating, instead of a silent bag to collect my peepee, the doctor lets it fall into a metal bowl. It sounds like thunder in the room.
When it’s over, he leaves the tube in and opens my pussy to swab my cervix. “Is she on any form of birth control?”
“Not yet. We’ve discussed it, but she hasn’t seen a doctor yet.”
“I can give you a birth control shot today if you’re interested, Little one. It’s quick and easy.”
I look toward Daddy.
He smiles at me as he rubs my chest. “If that’s what you want, Little one.” At least he’s not going to make decisions about birth control for me. He’s a very controlling Daddy, and I enjoy every minute of it, but he stops short of imposing on my bodily autonomy, and I appreciate that.
I nod. “I think that’s a good idea,” I tell him. We have discussed it before, and I’ve done a bit of research. I’ve been leaning in the direction of the shot before today. Might as well get it out of the way.
The doctor suddenly strokes my rectum, making me clench my butt cheeks. “Just putting some lube at the entrance to your bottom, Little one. I’m going to take your temperature, Sophia.”
I bite my lip when I realize he means rectally. I should have seen this coming. After all, the doctor uses a rectal thermometer in every kinky medical book I’ve read.
“Deep breath, Little one,” the doctor encourages as he slides a metal rod into my bottom. “Good girl,” he praises.
Daddy cups my face and leans over to kiss me. “You’re doing so well, Baby girl.”
I’m panting. My pussy is leaking. The catheter is still in me and making me hyper aware of my urethra. It seems to take forever before the doctor eases the thermometer out of me. “I’m going to examine your bottom now, Sophia. Another deep breath.”
I can’t keep from sucking in oxygen as he presses against the tight ring of muscles at the entrance to my rectum. Before I can fully think about it, Dr. Keys pushes a finger deep into my bottom.