Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“Up on the table, Little girl,” Razor announced and waited patiently for her to settle into place.
“How does this feel?” he asked, checking the slightly pink patches where the busted blisters had occurred.
“It’s good. I’d say ninety-five percent perfect,” Rosa rushed to assure him. She would have said one hundred percent but figured she’d risk him not believing her since her hand held traces of her injury.
“Good. This pink skin tells us these spots are still healing. If you promise me you’ll always wear gloves, I’ll give your Daddy the okay that you can help Fury now,” Razor said.
“I promise,” Rosa blurted. She’d do her best to keep them on all the time. Well, unless she needed to hold a pipe barehanded to get a better grip.
“Always,” Razor repeated, giving her a look that signaled to Rosa that he suspected she might have other plans.
“Okay. I’ll wear them,” Rosa said, understanding Razor wouldn’t give her permission unless she meant it.
“Done.” Razor glanced at Street and warned, “Remind Fury as well. Most likely, he won’t forget, but stressing Rosa’s need for gloves and asking him to check sporadically will help Rosa remember not to take them off even for a second to do something. Duct tape around the wrist opening would work if she doesn’t follow directions.”
Rosa swallowed hard. Razor had accepted her promise but had layered another level of supervision on her. Honey must not get away with anything. Her friend’s statement about feeling better after a spanking ricocheted into her mind.
Street chuckled. “Good idea, Razor. I’ll tell Fury when I talk to him.”
“Now, we’d discussed birth control earlier,” Razor said, watching Rosa’s face. “Did you want to have an exam so I can prescribe pills for you?”
Street allowed Rosa to answer.
“Yes, please.” Rosa swallowed hard and whispered, “I’m kinda scared.”
“Would you like me to share what I’m doing as I perform your physical?”
Rosa nodded. Her muscles had already stiffened with stress, making the movement small. She wiggled her shoulders, trying to relax.
“Then that’s what I’ll do. Okay, Rosa. Your Daddy is going to help you undress while I update your records. I’ll meet you at the scale to record your weight and height.”
Razor picked up a paper file and walked to the counter. He jotted a few notes in her file as he waited patiently.
“Up on your feet, Dinorosa,” Street said, helping her slide from the paper covering the table. Without rushing her, Street stripped off her T-shirt and shoes before removing her jeans, panties, and socks.
She held his hand as she walked naked to the scale. The bright light in the medical room felt like a spotlight. All those nervous feelings had rebounded and multiplied. She shivered in the air-conditioned space as she stepped onto the old-fashioned scale. Focusing on the wall in front of her, Rosa avoided looking at either of the two men. She could do this.
“Good job, Rosa. Street, she’s gained a couple of pounds since her hand injury. She’s still underweight, so keep offering nutritious food whenever she’s hungry. I’ll note this in your chart while you climb onto the table, Rosa.”
In a moment, Razor was by her side with a soft sheet. “You’re cold, Rosa. Let’s drape this around your shoulders.”
“Thank you,” she said gratefully as she huddled under the material, wishing for her Devil Daddies blanket.
Razor checked her ears, nose, throat, and eyes before fitting his stethoscope into his ears. “You’ll have to drop the cover so I can listen to your lungs.”
Street pried the material from her fingers and held her hands as Razor listened to her heart and lungs. “You’re fine, Dinorosa. You’re being so good,” he reassured her. Rosa kept her eyes on her Daddy. She was so glad he was here.
“On your way to that premium treat,” Razor teased. “Lie back. I’m going to check your breasts and tummy before I do the pelvic exam, Rosa.”
Thinking furiously, she tried to come up with an excuse to avoid that part. Her breasts were so sensitive. Any touch seemed to trigger her arousal. Razor would immediately see when he did her exam.
“Razor understands Little girls, Rosa. Don’t worry,” Street said.
Begging her Daddy with her eyes to get her out of this, Rosa held her breath as she waited for his reaction.
“Rosa, I promise all your secrets will remain with your Daddy and yourself. Anything we discuss or that happens here is private information,” Razor said quietly, drawing her attention away from Street.
Razor’s gentle eyes reassured her. After a second’s hesitation, Rosa nodded and allowed Street to help her settle on the padding. She focused on the spot right above her and couldn’t stop a laugh from bursting out of her mouth. Someone had plastered a cartoon on the ceiling, depicting a stiff, arched cat hanging upside down from a branch. The words underneath read “I’m perfectly fine!”