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Daddy looks at me and pats my tummy. He must see my confusion on my face because he explains, “A suppository is a medicine Daddy will put up inside your bottom. In this case it will be something that makes your body empty your bowels. It won’t hurt.”
I squeeze my butt cheeks together at the thought, but even more humiliating than the thought of Daddy putting something up in my butt is how my body is reacting to this news.
Now all I can think about is what it will feel like for him to put his finger inside methere. It sounds so…wrong, and yet I like it when Daddy does things to me that are incredibly intimate. It makes me feel like we have something special and secret between us.
I guess on this island nothing is really a secret. Everyone lives a similar lifestyle, but it still makes that flutter happen in my tummy, the sensation I get every time Daddy even looks at me.
Lying here naked on this exam table, exposed to both Daddy and the doctor is making my heart race and my special parts throb. Is something wrong with me?
Chapter Ten
Dr. Morgan removes my legs from the stirrups. “Will you carry her across the hall so I can get a few X-rays?”
Daddy scoops my naked body into his arms and follows the doctor from the room.
I gasp as we enter the hallway.
Daddy kisses my forehead. “No one else is in the clinic today, sweet girl,” he reminds me as if this is supposed to assuage my nervous tension about being naked and exposed.
Dr. Morgan points toward a low flat surface. “The table might be a bit cold, Little one. Hopefully you can tolerate it for a few minutes. I’ll try to be quick.”
Daddy deposits me in the middle of the table and guides me to lie on my back. He once again lifts my arms over my head. “Dr. Morgan is going to take some pictures of your ribs first, Baby girl. Can you lie very still for me, or would you like me to restrain you?”
A full-body shiver consumes me at his suggestion.
He emphasizes his words by pressing my hands against the hard table. “I can strap your arms down and also across your chest and your hips if you’d like, sweet girl.” He says this in a kind tone as if he’s offering me candy.
I find myself nodding for reasons I can’t understand. I noticed there were a lot of different straps on the changing table at Noah’s apartment, but Daddy didn’t use them on me.
Holding my breath, I try to stay still as Daddy pulls a thick length of nylon across my arms right at my elbows above my head. My heart rate picks up immediately. I had this same sensation when he put the harness on me earlier.
When he adds a strap across my chest just below my breasts, I whimper. I also lift my legs, bend them, and squeeze my thighs together. The flutters are back with a vengeance.
Daddy guides my legs back onto the hard, cold surface of the X-ray table before adding two more restraints—one across my hips and one across my thighs.
I’m panting and so very aroused when he bends to give me a quick kiss. He hesitates, stroking my cheek and smiling at me. “I noticed your reaction when I put the harness on you, sweet girl. No reason to be embarrassed. Lots of Little girls like the feeling of being restrained. It helps you submit and turn your care over to Daddy. In your head, it makes you feel like you don’t have options. It can be freeing.”
I don’t respond. I’m still thinking about his words as he steps away.
Dr. Morgan takes his place, adjusting the huge machine over the top of me. “Have you ever had X-rays before, Little one?”
“No, Sir.” I can’t think about anything except the growing need between my legs and how tight my nipples feel. I’m worried the doctor knows how aroused I am. He says nothing about it. Thank goodness.
“You won’t feel a thing. It’s like a camera for your bones. You’ll need to remain very still and even hold your breath while I take the images, and then you can relax. These first images will be of your ribs. Then I’ll take some of your arms.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
The next few minutes are a blur as I follow Dr. Morgan’s instructions, holding my breath when he says. All the while, my attention is on the straps holding me securely to the table and the way Daddy is watching me through a window from behind a wall.
Something happens to me in those brief minutes. It’s confusing and transformative. I can feel his gaze on me, and I want him to come back to me. I want him to touch me, hold me, kiss me. I want to feel him against me.
I want him with a deep longing I don’t understand.
Maybe I’m reacting so strongly because he’s the first person in ten years to actually care about me. He’s my rescuer. Is there some sort of clinical term for falling in love with your rescuer? Does that make my feelings less real?
Am I in love with Brian?
Daddy leaves the room, and when he comes back to me, he’s holding my shirt and a fresh diaper. He unfastens my restraints, making me feel uneasy. I liked being strapped down by him. Something is very wrong with me.
