Page 21 of His Little Ametrine
“This is more efficient,” he informs her as he braces her pelvis with one hand while guiding the tube into her tiny opening with the other.
She winces. “Feels weird.”
I slide my hand to one breast and thumb her distended nipple. “Try to relax.”
Soon, her urine runs into an attached bag.
“You cannot hold your pee-pee like that, Little one,” Dankin admonishes. “It’s not healthy.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.
I know it’s hard for even the most accepting Little girl to get used to wearing a diaper. I’m confident she will accept that aspect of her new life quickly. My Little girl is far calmer about this entire transition than the stories I’ve heard about the reactions of most Littles.
Dankin removes the tube and the speculum.
“Are we done?” Sara asks, hopefully.
“Not yet, Baby girl,” I tell her. I’m well aware of every aspect of this exam. I learned about it so that I wouldn’t be shocked by the invasive nature.
Dankin shows her the next device he will use. “This is a scanner. It’s sort of like a miniature MRI machine. I’m going to wave it slowly over your body. It will detect any abnormality. You won’t feel a thing.”
She nods, wide-eyed and watches intently as the doctor holds the scanner about an inch from her skin and eases it all around her to collect his data.
When he’s done, she blows out a breath. “Are all my parts intact?”
Dankin chuckles as he looks at his monitor. “Yep. Two kidneys. Two lungs. Even a heart. Everything looks good.” He grabs the internal probe next.
“What’s that for?” she asks.
I should probably remind her to speak more reverently, but she’s doing so well, and her curiosity is refreshing.
“It’s an internal probe. I’m going to insert it in your rectum. It will register your temperature, blood pressure, oxygen levels, and other vitals.”
I feel Sara’s heart rate pick up as she looks at me. She wants to protest, but she bites her bottom lip instead.
I’m so proud of her. I rub her breast again. “You’re doing so well, Little one.”
“I’ve never had anything in my bottom except…” she murmurs with a shaky voice. She stops before addingyour finger. I’m sure she’s too embarrassed to say it in front of Dankin.
I flick her nipple, loving the way her arousal fills the room. She’s nervous, but she’s also intrigued by the idea of having her bottom penetrated by the thick probe. It’s larger than my finger. “Papi will examine your bottom often, Little one. Soon it won’t seem nearly as embarrassing as the first time.”
My girl is so fucking amazing. I’m the luckiest man in the universe.
Chapter Nine
Sara
I can’t believe any of this is happening. I’m trying so hard to be brave and not argue with Papi or the doctor, but the giant probe the doctor is rubbing lubrication on looks like a wide curling iron. It seems far too big to fit inside my ass.
I tremble as Dankin spreads the lube directly on my puckered hole next, and I hold my breath when he lines the probe up with my rosebud. “Deep breath,” he instructs. “Try to relax your rectum.”
Easier said than done. I’ve never experienced anything remotely like this before. I try to breathe and end up panting. Even more nerve-wracking than the impending probe insertion is the fact that every time one of them touches me, my arousal increases.
More nerve-wracking than that? I’m aware Papi knows it. He can smell it. He’s smiling. Can Dankin sense my arousal to the same extent as Papi? I don’t want to ask, but he doesn’t need to smell it. He can see it leaking out of me.
Dankin lines the probe up with my bottom and eases it into me. The stretch is tremendous, and I end up holding my breath.
“Sara…” Papi warns. When I don’t respond, he pinches my nipple hard and holds it.
