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Chapter Twenty

Natalie

My ice cream is gone far too soon for my liking and we say goodbye to the rest of our family as Daddy takes my hand and leads me toward Doctor D’s office.

Millie greets us with a bright smile when we enter and shows us back to an exam room.

Daddy sits me on the exam table, rubbing my arms soothingly as Millie beams at us.

“Doctor D had to run out to the farm and take care of one of the ponies,” Millie explains, opening a drawer and pulling out a white box with blue lettering. “He wanted to be here to show you how to give Natalie her new medicine, but he said I could show you if you got here before he returned.”

“Pony?” Confused, I look from her to Daddy. “But he’s not an animal doctor.” Then again, there aren’t that many people on the island. Maybe he does double duty.

Giggling, Millie opens the box and pulls out a blister pack of the largest pills I have ever seen in my entire life. “Sorry, I forget you’re new. The ponies aren’t actually ponies. You’ll have to ask your Daddy to take you to the farm so you can see for yourself.”

“Uh-huh. And how am I supposed to see the ponies after I choke to death on that giant pill in your hand?”

Millie’s gaze slides over to Daddy and then back to me, her expression turning sympathetic. Which does nothing to ease the sudden pounding of my heart because why does she need to have sympathy for me when I’m just taking a pill? “These aren’t regular pills. You don’t swallow them.”

“Oh. Well how the hell am I supposed to take them, then?”

“Natalie.” Daddy sighs and pins me with a stern look. “Language.”

“Sorry, Daddy. But it’s an honest question!”

“It’s a good one,” Millie assures me with a nod as she sets the pack aside to pull on a pair of latex gloves.

My anxiety over the situation only increases as she hands the box to Daddy for him to put the gloves on as well.

“These are suppositories. Doctor D prefers them, because they get absorbed into the blood stream better than pills you can swallow. I’m going to show your Daddy how to administer them. ”

Suppositories. Does that mean…? “Oh, absolutely not. I’ll just take a pill, thanks.”

“This isn’t up for discussion, little girl.” Daddy’s voice takes on that hard edge it had back at the ice cream shop. “This is what Doctor D has prescribed, so this is the medicine you’re going to take.”

“But I don't want anything shoved up my butt!”

One dark brow arching, Daddy pulls on the rubber gloves Millie offered him, his lips twitching with clear amusement. “It’s a little late for that particular argument, don’t you think?”

“Fine, I don’t want anything else shoved up my butt.”

“Again, not up for discussion, kitten.”

“Um, Mr. Hawthorne.” Looking somewhat embarrassed, Millie glances around the room before lowering her voice, as if she’s afraid of getting caught even though she already told us Doctor D isn’t around. “I have a suggestion, if you’re open to it.”

“I’m all ears, Millie.”

“Well, you know how Mary Poppins says a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down?”

“I’m aware of the phrase, yes.”

“Sometimes for Little girls, it’s easier for them to take the suppositories if they associate it with something… pleasurable.”

What is she talking about?

A wide smile stretches across Daddy’s face, which I take to mean he understood what Millie was saying even if I didn’t. “Say no more. May I use that stool?”

“Of course, Mr. Hawthorne.”

Gripping my hips, Daddy pulls me down to the bottom edge of the exam table. I’m not looking to get spanked in front of Millie, so I don’t argue as he strips my diaper off me, exposing me to the room.

I stare up at the ceiling, doing everything in my power to pretend I’m anywhere but here, half naked and waiting for my Daddy to shove a pill up my ass.

The sound of plastic ripping open has my muscles clenching, as if my body is trying to protect itself from what’s about to happen.

“Okay, so what you want to do is dip the suppository in the jelly here so it goes in more easily. You don’t need a ton, just enough to ease it in.

” There’s a short pause, and then Millie's voice takes on an approving tone, like a teacher telling a student they’ve done something right.

“Yes, just like that. Now you just push it in her bottom hole.”

“Kitten, you’re going to want to relax for me,” Daddy says with a teasing laugh. “This is going to hurt more if you tense up.”

“Easy for you to say,” I grumble. But I know he’s right, so I force my muscles to unclench.

And I’m “rewarded” for my cooperation by something cold and slimy pressing against my bottom hole. Squeezing my eyes shut, I focus all my energy on not freezing up as he slides the giant pill into my butt.

“Perfect,” Millie says in that same approving tone. “Doctor D suggests leaving your finger in there for a few minutes until the suppository melts.”

“And is this when you’d suggest adding something pleasurable to the experience?”

“Yes, Sir. That way she learns to equate the pleasurable thing with getting her suppository. It will help you both in the long run, in my professional opinion.”

“I see. May we have the room?”

“Of course, Mr. Hawthorne. I have some paperwork to finish up so just come out to the front when you’re finished. The box is there and it has a week’s worth of vitamins and the next shipment should be here before the week is up.”

“Thank you, Millie.”

Since my eyes are still shut, I can’t see her leave, but I can hear her footsteps, then the sound of the door opening and closing again. “What are you gonna do?” I ask when I’m pretty sure we’re alone.

“You heard Millie. I’m going to make sure you have something pleasurable to associate with taking your medicine.”

It’s all the warning I get before his mouth is on me, his tongue pressing insistently on my clit. The shock of pleasure has me arching up on the table, gripping the sides to keep myself from falling off.

“Daddy!”

He laughs, the sound vibrating against my clit and more pleasure crashes over me. As he feasts, he pushes his finger deeper into my bottom and my mind goes blank as sensation overwhelms me.

Lost on the sea of it, I roll my hips, desperately seeking more, rubbing my clit over his broad tongue. But the movement has the added effect of making me basically fuck my ass on his gloved finger.

“Daddy, please. Please, I need to come!” I’m frantic now, beyond caring if Millie hears me begging Daddy for my pleasure. All I care about is getting some relief from the burning ache inside me.

With every touch, every movement, the coil of need inside me tightens further and further. Until it finally, finally snaps, and molten hot pleasure races through my veins, ripping a scream through my throat as I thrash against the exam table.

When I’m finally spent, collapsed against the table, unable to even open my eyes thanks to every bit of energy I possess having been drained from me, Daddy pulls his finger from my bottom and rises from the stool.

“Are you going to take your medicine without arguing now, kitten?”

A smile curves my lips and I force my eyes open to meet his darkly amused gaze. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”