Page 29 of Daddy Devious

Face burning yet again, I slowly raise my arms up over my head. Millie simply watches us with that same bright smile she’s had plastered on her face since we arrived.

Does she actually enjoy this? Did she come to the island willingly? For some reason, when Mr. Stone was telling me about the people they hired to work on the island, I assumed they were all like him. It didn’t even occur to me there might be other Little ones on the island.

I let my mind work through that new little tidbit of information as Daddy—because fuck it, he’s Daddy and there’s no use fighting it, even in my head—strips me down to my diaper. Even knowing Millie is wearing one, I can’t stop myself from trying to cover both my breasts and my diaper at the same time.

“Put your arms down, Victoria.” Daddy’s tone is sharper than I’m used to, telling me he really is running out of patience with me, and I slowly lower my arms to my side as he reaches for the tabs on my diaper.

When I’m finally naked, with my face feeling like I could cook an egg on my cheeks, Millie beams even brighter. “Excellent. Mr. Stone, if you could help her up onto the scale, please. You remembered to clean her bowels this morning, per the instructions we sent over?”

“Yes. I only did it once, though, and I’m a bit worried with her diet she might need a more thorough cleansing.”

Oh. My.God. “Daddy! Stop!”

A sharp swat lands on my bare bottom, making me jump. “That is your last warning, Victoria Rose. Behave yourself.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I mumble, ducking my head while Millie presses some buttons on the scale and they continue talking about whether or not I’ll needcleaning outon a regular basis.

“Doctor D will let you know for sure,” Millie says as Daddy picks me up from the scale when the reading is done. “Once he’s done his exam and gotten the test results back, he’ll have plenty of instructions for you to keep your Little one nice and healthy.”

“Thank you, Millie.”

“Of course! If you’ll follow me, you’re in Exam Room One. We need to get her temperature and blood pressure and such, and then I’ll let Doctor D know you’re ready.”

Finally. Something that sounds like a normal part of a doctor’s visit.

We follow Millie into the exam room, and Daddy holds me on his lap while she does the blood pressure reading.

“A smidge high, but that could just be all the excitement of coming to the island,” Millie says with another of those beaming smiles. “Now we need to take her temperature. Mr. Stone, do you think she’d be more comfortable on the table, or over your lap?”

“Table, please.” I cut in before Daddy has a chance to speak. “And you can ask me what I prefer. I can speak for myself.”

For the first time since we walked in the door, Millie’s smile falters. “Oh, um. That’s… not really how this works. Your Daddy makes the decisions.”

“Just because we’re playing some weird game doesn’t mean I can’t be in charge of my own medical care.”

Before Millie can do more than blink at me, I’m face down over Daddy’s lap, staring at the stark white tile beneath us as his hand connects over and over with my bottom. Stinging pain explodes across my skin and my cries echo around the room as he lectures in a hard, stern voice. “I have had enough of your attitude today, Victoria Rose.”

“Owie, owie, owie, Daddy, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’ll be good!”

“You already had your chance to be good and you chose to be rude and defiant, instead. Now you’re going to get your bottom spanked until I’m convinced you’ve actually learned your lesson.”

The burn covers every inch of my bottom, worse than any spanking he’s given me so far. And when he starts spanking that sensitive area where my butt meets my thighs, it knocks all the fight out of me and I go limp over his knee, sobbing my heart out.

“There’s my good, sweet girl,” he says as he runs his hand over my aching bottom. “Are you ready to behave yourself now, Victoria?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Good. You can start by apologizing for being so rude to Millie.”

“Oh, Mr. Stone, that’s not?—”

“Camilla, I know good and well Doctor D would not approve of you arguing with me. Would he?”

Millie lets out a shocked little squeak. “No, Sir.”

“I didn’t think so. Now, Victoria. Apologize to Millie.”

“I’m s-sorry I was rude. You were j-just doing your job, M-Millie.”

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