Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Phineas picked up one of the blue gloves and drew the stretchy material over one hand, snapping the stretchy protection into place. She jumped at the sudden, loud sound in the quiet room. Tiffanie swallowed hard as he pulled on the second one. This was actually happening.
Collecting the tongue depressor and the light, Phineas requested, “Open your mouth, Princess.” He took his time, pressing the thin wooden device on her tongue and examining her throat. “Say ah, Tiffanie.”
“Ahhh!” she repeated. With each step he guided her through, Tiffanie’s mind slid into the fantasy. Her focus centered on him.
He examined her eyes before pressing his hand to her forehead. “Hmm. You’re warm, Princess. I’ll have to check if you’re running a fever.”
“No, Daddy. I’m fine.” She rushed to assure him.
“The doctor knows best, Tiffanie,” he reminded her. His stern expression made her nod in agreement, even while his seriousness made her shiver with apprehension.
The stethoscope’s bell was cold against her skin as he listened to her heart and lungs. Her heart pounded inside her chest. Tiffanie took several deep breaths to calm herself. To her surprise, he pressed the now-warm end to her tummy.
“Can you hear my heart in my stomach, Daddy?”
“I’m listening to your bowels, Princess. They tell me you haven’t eaten enough today. The only thing I hear is an SOS for food.”
Uh oh. Tiffanie squirmed on the padded seat while glaring at her stomach that had ratted her out.
Phineas cupped her chin and raised her face until their gazes met. “You have to fuel your body to be healthy, Little girl. We’ll find something that you’d like for dinner in a bit. Okay?”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Alright. Time to stretch out on your tummy,” he announced, moving the tray over onto the small table next to her.
Automatically, she settled into place, allowing him to help her. Relieved to have the front of her body concealed, she didn’t question why she had to lie face down. She pillowed her forehead on her hands and heard a faint rustle. Had her Daddy removed the towel completely? Torn between wanting to peek and afraid of what she’d see, Tiffanie forced herself to keep her face pointed downward. From here, she couldn’t check out the contents, but when he lifted items up to use them, she should be able to check them out when she looked to the side.
The click of a tube opening sounded behind her. Before she could stop herself, Tiffanie glanced over her shoulder to spot Phineas squeezing a thick, clear substance on his gloved index finger. Puzzled, she wondered what that was. The goo appeared to be… Phineas parted her buttocks, supplying the last clue. Lubricant. Before she could react, he dabbed the cold concoction on the tightly clenched opening he’d revealed and pressed his finger deep inside.
“No, Daddy!” she protested, trying to roll away from his touch. Why did that feel so incredible? Her pussy gushed with wetness as he applied the lubricant to the walls of her tight passage.
Phineas held her firmly in place. “No way, Little girl. If I have to, I’ll secure your hands and feet.”
“Like tie me down?”
“Restrain you, yes. Do you need that to behave?” he asked as he continued to rub his finger around inside her bottom.
“No.” She shook her head quickly. She shouldn’t enjoy this, but thrilling sizzles of arousal flooded her. The sensitive area combined with the forbidden aspect of his exploration and his physical dominance over her thrilled Tiffanie. Surely he didn’t guess what he was doing to her.
“Good girl. No part of you will be off-limits to me, Princess. Daddy will help you feel your best. Are you enjoying your Daddy’s treatment?”
“No!” she wailed, louder this time.
“Telling lies gets Littles into trouble, Princess. I’ll deal with your untruth later.”
Phineas didn’t have to say anything else to her. She froze on the table. What would he do to her? A spanking? He wouldn’t punish her, right?
Lost in her thoughts, Tiffanie missed him removing his finger. At the touch of the cold, rounded tip, her attention flooded back to his actions. A thick thermometer slid deep into her bottom. He covered the end with the palm of his hand as if he suspected she would push the device out. Of course, she would have tried that if he hadn’t prevented her.
The thermometer seemed to radiate a chill inside her, reminding her constantly that the invader filled her. Phineas rubbed her spine, comforting her.
“You’re doing very well, Princess. I’m proud of how you’re letting me take care of you. In ten minutes, we’ll check your temperature. If it’s high, Daddy will give you some liquid medicine that will help lower your fever.”
“I don’t like the taste of that stuff,” she said truthfully.
“Thank you for sharing that information. The solution works equally well injected into your bottom. That’s an easy change to make.”