Page 31 of Daddy Devious

“A smidge low, which I’ll note for Doctor D. There are tissues here for you to clean her bottom, and I’ll send the doctor in shortly.”

Daddy does exactly as she’s instructed, cleaning my bottom very thoroughly before gathering me up and carrying me over to the exam table. The paper feels rough against my punished skin, and I whine as I try to find a comfortable position.

“We’re almost done, little one.” Running a hand over my hair, Daddy keeps his voice low and soothing. “Once you finish your exam, we’re going to go meet Auntie Cat for breakfast. And then you get to go shopping for some new clothes. Won’t that be fun?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Surprisingly, it actually does sound fun. I just have to get through this stupid exam with this stupid doctor, first.

As if my thoughts have conjured him, the door opens, revealing a tall man with a head of salt and pepper hair, and a cold smile.

“Hello. I’m Doctor D.”

Chapter Twelve

Victoria

“Good morning, Doctor D,” Daddy greets the man as he closes the door behind him. “Say good morning, Victoria.”

“Good morning, Doctor D.” My words are quiet, as that same shyness from before envelops me. All I want is to be back in Daddy’s giant house, playing in my nursery. I’d even take another “cleaning out” if it meant I didn’t have to be here.

“Well, hello, Miss Victoria.” Coming to stand in front of me, Doctor D smiles even wider, sending a chill up my spine. “Aren’t you a pretty little thing? Your Daddy is a very lucky man.”

His praise helps some of the shyness fade. Maybe he’s not so bad after all. “Thank you, Sir.”

“And so polite, too. A very lucky Daddy, indeed. Now, let’s see…” Looking down at the metal clipboard in his hand, he scans the information on the sheet. “Hmm. Blood pressure is high, but not enough to be concerning. Doctor’s visits can be stressful for Little ones. I’m still going to have Millie draw some blood when we’re done here, though. I’d like to do a full work-up, just to be on the safe side.”

“Blood?” All of mine seems to drain from my face. “Daddy, I don’t want a needle!”

“I know, little one. But it’s for your own good.”

“It’s not! It’s not for my own good!”

“Victoria.” My name is like a whip-crack in Doctor D’s hard voice. “Unless you would like me to show your Daddy where I keep all the things that help turn naughty Little girls into well-behaved Little girls, I suggest you settle down right this instant.”

Swallowing back my protests, I manage a weak nod. “Sorry, Doctor D.”

“Good girl.” His smile returns, warmer than before, and the change in him is so sudden it makes my head spin. “Let’s start with checking your heart.”

Placing the stethoscope in his ears, Doctor D presses the cool metal thing to my chest. At his direction, I breathe in like normal, then deep, then normal again as he moves the bell around my body.

Next he checks my ears and my throat, declaring everything looks perfect before instructing Daddy to help me lie down on the exam table.

“You’ll want to do a breast exam once a month,” he explains to Daddy over my head as his fingers work a circular pattern around my breasts. “I have some material to send home with you, and I’ll be doing my own exams on a regular basis as well.”

It doesn’t seem worth it to remind them I’ll only be here for a month, so I keep my mouth and eyes shut as the exam continues.

“Nothing concerning there,” Doctor D says after he finishes poking and prodding my chest. “Have you tested her reaction to nipple stimuli?”

“I have played with her nipples a bit and she’s responded well, but we haven’t had much time to test her reactions to anything more than my fingers.”

“Understandable.” Doctor D chuckles. “I heard you’ve had your hands full.”

“Indeed.”

Irritation pricks at my skull, but I know better than to say what I’m thinking out loud.Maybe you wouldn’t have your hands full if you weren’t treating me like a literal toddler twenty-four seven. Ever think of that, Mr. Stone?

“No matter,” Doctor D assures him. “Now is the perfect time to run some tests.”

Since my eyes are closed, I can’t see what they’re doing, but I can hear someone moving around. And then, without warning, I’m yanked down the table, with my bottom hanging off the edge, and my feet are placed in stirrups, spreading me wide for Doctor D.

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