Page 24 of Daddy Devious

Undressed? As in naked? In front of someone who isn’t Mr. Stone?

My sleepy brain is suddenly wide awake and I throw the covers off, bolting upright in bed. “No, Daddy!”

Both men freeze, pinning me with equally stern, equally terrifying looks. Mr. Stone speaks first, while Caleb looks on, his mouth turned down in a disapproving frown. “You do not tell me ‘No’, Victoria. All that will get you is a red-hot bottom, and if you act up in front of Caleb, you’ll get a spanking from him as well. Am I understood?”

The single swat from Oliver yesterday had nearly been my undoing, and the thought of enduring a full spanking from Caleb has me bobbing my head frantically, suddenly desperate to avoid that humiliating fate. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

“There’s my sweet girl. Come, now. We need to get ready for your visit to Doctor D.”

“Who’s Doctor D?” I ask as he lifts me from the crib—oh my god, I slept in a fuckingcriblast night—and carries me to the changing table.

Mr. Stone makes quick work of my onesie, so quick I barely have time to be embarrassed at being undressed in front of Caleb, who is busy with some kind of clear plastic bag. “Your pediatrician. You have a check-up with him today to make sure you’re a healthy, strong Little girl. Unfortunately, that also means you can’t have any food or milk until after your visit. But we’re meeting Auntie Cat for a late breakfast and some shopping afterwards. She’s very much looking forward to spoiling you a bit today.”

While he fills me in on the agenda for today, Mr. Stone again straps me down to the changing table. I wiggle a bit, though the effort is admittedly half-hearted since I know I won’t be going anywhere until he decides I can be released. “I don’t wanna go to the doctor.”

“I know you don’t care for them. But you can’t continue ignoring your health, little one. Do you need to potty?”

My usual morning needs are making themselves known and heat floods my face as I nod. “Uh-huh.”

“Would you like to use your diaper? I know I said you don’t have to as long as you’re a good girl, but it would make Daddy very happy if you did.”

“Please don’t make me.” Tears fill my eyes as I whisper my plea. “I don’t think I can.”

Disappointment flickers across his face, but he quickly banishes it with a smile. “That’s all right, then. You can use the potty like a big girl after we get this bottom nice and clean. Caleb?”

I’d all but forgotten the other man in the room with us. The humiliation heating my face burns even hotter as Caleb steps up to the crib, holding the bag from before, now attached to some kind of clear tubing with a nozzle at the end. “Here you are, sir.”

“Ah, thank you, Caleb. Would you mind holding her legs up for me?”

“Of course, sir.”

Before I can process the request enough to even voice a protest, Caleb wraps his hands around my calves and lifts my legs high. Mr. Stone removes my diaper with a few quick moves, leaving me completely exposed to them. Cool air brushes over my skin, and a strange tightness settles in my chest. If I didn’t know any better, I would say I actually miss having it on.

What I actually miss is the protection it provided. Without it, I’m completely exposed, trapped and helped as two virtual strangers prepare to…

Well, actually, I have no ideawhatthey’re preparing to do, exactly. Mr. Stone said something about cleaning my bottom, but I don’t know what that means. And shouldn’t that wait until after I’ve used the bathroom?

Something cold and wet presses against my bottom hole and I immediately clench against the invasion. “What’s that?” My voice rises to a shriek as I try to wiggle backward, away from whatever it is they’re trying to put in my butt.

But Caleb has a firm grip on my legs with one arm, and he swats my thigh with his free hand. “Stop wiggling, Victoria. Your Daddy needs you to stay still.”

“Why? Why does he need me to stay still? What are you doing?” I’m too preoccupied with the thing Mr. Stone is pushingrather insistently inside me to be embarrassed by the sting left behind by Caleb’s hard hand.

“I told you, little one.” Mr. Stone’s voice is soft and soothing, but there’s steel beneath it, reminding me he won’t tolerate my fussing for very long. “Daddy is going to clean out your bottom before we go to the doctor.”

If that stupid leather strap wasn’t around my waist, I would be out the door in a flash. Well, assuming I could get myself out of Caleb’s iron grip and past both him and Mr. Stone. “No! That’s not what you said at all! You just said you were going to clean my bottom, not clean itout! What does that mean?”

“It means,” Mr. Stone says as the cold hard thing lodges firmly in my bottom, “Daddy is going to fill your bottom with a solution to rinse all the yucky things from your insides. Your diet hasn’t been the best, so this will help clean your system out. And we want your bottom hole to be squeaky clean for Doctor D.”

“I don’t want you to do that! Please take it out Daddy, please!” Tears are streaming down my cheeks and I can’t help but wriggle against Caleb’s hold, which earns me another set of painful swats to my thighs.

“Maybe we should give her a bottle.” Keeping his voice low, as if I can’t hear every fucking word he’s saying, Caleb frowns down at me. “You don’t want her to hurt herself.”

“Doctor D said no special milk this morning. It will skew the test results. But if you look in that top drawer to your left, there are some pacifiers. That might help.”

“It won’t help!” Doing my best to stay still despite the horrible, humiliating things they’re doing, I shake my head back and forth against the changing table cushion. “Just take that thing out, please, I’ll be good forever, just don’t put anything in my bottom!”

Completely ignoring my pleas, Caleb shifts his hold to open a drawer. Eyes lighting with triumph, he pulls out a pacifier witha bright pink unicorn on the front and presses the rubber to my lips. “Here you go, sweet Victoria. Open up.”

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