Page 28 of Daddy Devious

Sliding deeper into the water, she scowls. “I already hate this doctor.”

I have a feeling that sentiment is not about to change any time soon.

Chapter Eleven

Victoria

Daddy dresses me in a fresh diaper and the pretty green dress with the roses all over it for my doctor’s appointment. There are about fifty different pairs of Mary Janes in my closet, all in different colors, and I pick out a pair of glittery pink ones that match the roses on my dress and we’re off.

It’s almost worth the humiliation of the morning, and the lingering ache in my naughty place, when Oliver beams down at me from his spot beside the car. “Miss Victoria, you look absolutely adorable this morning. Your Daddy has certainly outdone himself.”

“Thank you! Look how twirly my dress is!”

Stopping a few feet from the car, I spin in place, my skirts billowing out around me. And I can’t help but laugh at how good it feels. How fun it is to just be a Little girl again, with nothing more important on my mind than pretty dresses and sparkly shoes.

That feeling lasts all the way up to the door of the doctor’s office. As soon as we step inside, my tummy cramps at thethought of what awaits me beyond the receptionist desk where a pretty blonde sits, beaming at us.

“Hi! Welcome to Doctor D’s office. You must be Victoria.”

Suddenly feeling shy for reasons I can’t quite explain, I shift behind Daddy. “Um, yes. That’s me.”

“I’m Camilla, but most people just call me Millie. Mr. Stone already filled out all your paperwork, so you can come right on back. I’ll meet you just on the other side of the door.”

Millie waves us toward the door in front of us, then hops down from her chair. When she walks, she waddles a bit, and her scrubs bulge out around her bottom and hips. It takes me a moment to realize she’s wearing a diaper. Just like me.

And then I’m hit with the horrifying realization that I also waddle when I walk now. Which means everyone can tell I, too, am wearing a diaper.

Daddy turns to look at me when I whimper quietly, his mouth turned down in a concerned frown. “You don’t have to be scared, little one. Daddy will be with you the whole time.”

“I’m not scared.” Okay, that’s a lie. I am actually really freaking nervous about what lies behind that door. But mostly I’m just wallowing in yet another round of humiliation at my new discovery. “I just don’t wanna.”

God. I hate how whiny my voice sounds, but I can’t seem to help myself. Everything about this experience is designed to make me feel like a child, and it’s obviously seeping into my subconscious. Mr. Stone has even become “Daddy” in my thoughts somewhere along the way and I’m not sure when.

What has he done to me?

Crouching down, Da—Mr. Stonepins me with a stern look that makes my tummy cramp again. “Victoria, it’s alright to be scared. It is not alright to be outright defiant. If you’re going to be a brat, I will put you over my knee right here and you can have your exam with a bright red bottom. Is that what you want? ForDoctor D to know you were a naughty Little girl and that Daddy had to spank you?”

“No,” I whisper, fighting back tears just at the threat. “But I don’t need a doctor. I’m not sick.”

“You need a checkup. You haven’t had a physical in over five years, little girl. Are you going to be a good girl, or do you need your bottom warmed first?”

How the hell does he know when my last checkup was?

Because I already know the question won’t be welcome, I nod. “I’ll be good.” It’s really the only option available to me, isn’t it? Obey or be spanked aren’t really “choices”, any more than “sign this contract or go to jail” were.

“Thank you for making a good choice, my little thief. Come, now. We don’t want to keep Doctor D waiting.”

It doesn’t seem like it would be the worst thing in the world, considering the waiting room here is completely empty at the moment, but I don’t argue. I simply let myself be guided to the back, all while trying to keep my waddling to a minimum.

Millie meets us beside a scale, beaming and not looking at all worried about our slight delay. “Mr. Stone, we’ll need to get her weight, and Doctor D prefers the most accurate reading possible. So if you wouldn’t mind removing her clothes for me, we can get started!”

They want me to getnaked? Right here in the open? Okay, granted, it’s just me and Mr. Stone and Millie, but still. Every time I think this whole experience can’t possibly get any more humiliating, they find a way to up the ante on me.

“Of course, Millie. Arms up, Victoria.”

“Daddy, do I really have to get naked? I don’t wanna,” I whine again, shifting out of his immediate reach when he releases my hand.

“I am running out of patience, Victoria. You can put your arms up so Daddy can undress you, or you can go over Daddy’s knee for a spanking. Which is it going to be?”

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