Could that woman be any cuter? The shortalls were off now. Her bra was still on. So were her pink, ruffled panties.
That little girl was blushing hard.
You don’t have to be nervous, honey. Daddy’s here. He’ll take care of you.
He took a thermometer, along with some lube, from the cabinet and then pulled a pair of latex gloves from the box atop the counter. He snapped them on.
Ella jumped a bit at the sound.
He didn't miss her gasp, either.
"It's okay," he said. "Just try to relax your body. This won’t be bad, honey. But I'll have to use a bit of jelly and that can be cold. Not too bad, though.”
She nodded.
“I’m going to tug those cute panties down.”
She nodded again but stayed as still as a statue.
He slowly pulled them from her waist. He kept going to reveal a neatly trimmed pubic mound. He went lower. When she spread her legs to step out of the panties, the glossy slickness on her inner thighs gleamed in the bright overhead florescent lights.
The doctor sucked in his bottom lip and tried not to overreact. But that woman was primed and ready. Her little cunny was dripping. He had to fight the urge to stick a finger inside and probe her depths.
“Lay on your tummy, cutie.”
“It’s a big tummy,” she grumbled.
“Little missy,” he said, his words encased in steel. “You keep talking like that and this doctor might just prescribe a trip over his knee.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
He nodded. “Just do as you’ve been told.”
“Yes, sir.”
Ella obeyed. She was trembling now.
Dr. Kirk stepped up to her and placed a reassuring hand on her back.
"You’re such a brave girl. I’m so proud of you.”
Ella nodded, but her nerves didn't seem to calm. She did release a pleased sigh, though. So his words had some effect on her, at least.
His hand glided across the silky surface of her bare skin. His touch had the desired effect. Ella's tension eased a bit. Her body relaxed.
“I’m going to put the jelly on now. It won’t hurt. Remember—it’s just a little cold. But that’s no big deal for a brave girl like you.”
He applied the lubricant, spreading it first around her tight hole and then dipping inside. He didn’t go too deep. But it was enough to cause her to cry out.
Whether that cry signaled nervousness, discomfort, or pleasure, he didn’t know.
But he was leaning toward pleasure.
Either way, she didn’t have much trouble with it.
“I’m so proud of you,” he said in a gentle and caring tone. “You’re one of the bravest Littles I’ve ever seen.”
She giggled.