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“Apology accepted,” Millie says, her voice a bit strained like she’s just as embarrassed by this entire scenario as I am. Which seems unlikely sincesheisn’t the one who just got spanked in front of yet another complete stranger.

“Good girl.” Daddy gives my bottom a gentle pat, and an odd sort of pride fills my chest. “Millie, will it affect the reading at all if we go ahead and take her temperature now?”

Willwhataffect the reading?

“No, Sir. Would you like to prep her, or should I?”

“I’ll do it, if you wouldn’t mind walking me through the process.”

“Of course. You’ll need to put a glove on, first. It’s a rule.”

Process? What the hell kind of process could there be for taking my temperature? And why isn’t Daddy letting me sit up?

Maybe he forgot. But when I try to push up off his lap, Daddy swats me again. “Stay still, Victoria.”

“But… shouldn’t I be sitting up? So you can put the thermometer in my mouth?”

Daddy’s entire body shakes with his laughter. “Oh, little one. Babies don’t get their temperature taken that way. The only proper way to take a Little girl’s temperature is in her bottom.”

“Oh, Daddy, no, please! Please take it the right way!”

“This is the right way, little thief. Now, stop wiggling. Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you.”

Despite everything he’s put me through, there’s a tenderness to his tone that has me wanting to obey. Or maybe it’s just the fact that my bottom is still on fire from my last spanking that prompts me to go still over his lap.

“Good girl. Millie, what’s our next step?”

“Okay, Mr. Stone. If you could hold her bottom open, it makes it a bit easier to get the thermometer in and see the reading.”

With one hand, Daddy spreads my bottom cheeks, exposing me in the most intimate, shameful way I can imagine. I try to remind myself that Millie is obviously a medical professional of some kind, so she’s likely seen worse than someone’s butthole, but it does little to ease the humiliation coursing through my body.

“Perfect!” Millie’s high-pitched voice is filled with pride, like we’re two of her prize pupils and we just managed to complete a rather complicated math problem. “Now, dip the bulb of the thermometer here in the Vaseline and you’re going to work it into her bottom. You want to twist it a bit, from side to side, instead of just shoving it in there.”

I should probably be grateful for that last little bit of Millie’s instructions, but I’m finding it difficult to be anything other than horrified by the knowledge that I am draped over Daddy’s lap, my freshly spanked bottom on display, while he holds me open and pushes something cold and hard into my asshole.

Just as Millie said, he twists it from side to side, working the thermometer deeper and deeper inside me.

To my growing horror, it’s not just embarrassment I feel now. Something else is happening inside me, something very, very naughty.

Whimpering softly, I shift over Daddy’s knee, grinding my naughty place against his leg, suddenly desperate for some kind of relief. Ever since my bath, I’ve been primed and ready to explode, and even the humiliation of being stripped naked, spanked, and having a thermometer shoved in my ass hasn’t rid me of my arousal. If anything, it’s only grown worse since we left the house.

“Stop wiggling, Victoria,” Daddy scolds, his tone sharp. “You don’t want the thermometer to break off in your bottom, do you?”

“I can’t help it.” I’m whining again, unable to stop myself from doing so any more than I’m able to stop myself from pressing my hips into his leg in search of release.

“You will help it, or when we’re done with your temperature, you’ll get five strokes of Daddy’s belt for not listening.”

“Um, Mr. Stone.” Millie’s dropped her voice to a whisper, as if I can’t still hear her. “She might not be able to help herself. Little girls don’t have very much self-control when they’re upset or aroused. And your Little Victoria is very, very aroused.”

“Ah.” That single syllable is filled with understanding. “Is Millie telling the truth, little thief? Does having your bottom spanked and filled make your little kitty wet?”

I don’t want to admit it, especially with an audience. But I’m more worried about what he’ll do if I refuse than the added dose of humiliation, so I nod. “Uh-huh.”

“You’ll have to wait just a bit longer, little one. But I promise it will feel better soon. In the meantime, try to hold still. Can you do that for Daddy?”

The sweet, cajoling tone does what the threats failed to do, and I find the strength to stop wiggling. I lay there forever, with Daddy holding the thermometer in my bottom and giving it a little turn here and there at Millie’s instruction.

Finally, she tells him he can pull the thermometer out for her to read it.

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