Page 21 of Daddy Dreadful (Forbidden Pleasures Island #5)

Chapter Nineteen

Donovan

“Why won’t you tell me where we’re going?”

It’s the third time in less than fifteen minutes Camilla has asked that same question, the whine in her voice growing each time.

Glancing at her in the rearview mirror, I raise one brow, and am immediately rewarded with an adorable pink blush.

“If you ask me that one more time, I will pull over and put you over my knee right on the side of the road. Am I understood, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.” The reply is sulky, petulant, and I’m torn between wanting to laugh and wanting to spank her bottom red.

Luckily for her, we reach our destination before I can decide on the latter. Camilla bounces excitedly in her car seat as I get out of the car, but her excitement quickly turns to wilting disappointment when we step onto the sidewalk.

“We’re going to work?”

“No, little one. The office is closed today.”

Brows furrowing with confusion, she follows along, her hand tucked in mine as I lead her through the front door of my practice. “Then why are we here?”

Excitement burns white hot in my veins. “It’s time for your monthly checkup.”

“Oh.” The single syllable is breathless, her eyes wide as we step into one of the exam rooms. “Are you… are you going to give me a real exam? Like you give the other Littles?”

So it hasn’t escaped her notice that I’ve held back. Letting go of her hand, I smile as I reach for my white coat. “Yes, little one. Daddy is going to examine all of you this time.”

“What if I don’t want you to?” The question should sound petulant, but there’s a current of excitement beneath the words that tells me she’s not as put out about the idea of a “real exam” as she pretends to be.

“I’m afraid that’s too bad, my sweet sunshine. Daddy knows best, and if you don’t behave for your exam, then Daddy will have to punish you.”

Because I’m watching her so carefully, I’m able to see the way her pupils dilate.

Hear the way her breath catches at my words.

And it pleases me to know that she’s going to enjoy this exam as much as I will.

I’m still going to hurt her, a lot, but my sweet little masochist will enjoy every painful, humiliating moment.

Even if she’s not ready to admit that just yet.

With my jacket on, I force my expression into stern lines. “You know Little girls can’t properly be examined with all those clothes on, Camilla Joy. Let’s get you undressed.”

“But Daddy, I don’t need to be naked!”

Despite her protests, she’s practically vibrating with excitement as I reach for the pretty pink tutu she chose to go over her onesie this morning. “Yes, you do, little one. And if you keep arguing, you can have your exam with a sore, red bottom.”

She pouts adorably, but doesn’t say another word as I strip her down to just her diaper. “Do you need to potty before we begin, little one?”

Nibbling nervously at her bottom lip, she slowly shakes her head. “No, Daddy.”

Her response isn’t at all convincing. If I had to guess, she’s worried I’ll force her to use her diaper again, so she’s putting it off as long as possible.

It’s not an unfounded fear, since other than that one time after the incident at school, I have either used a catheter on her or found other ways of forcing her to pee in her diaper.

Since I did drain her bladder this morning before her bath, I’m not too worried about an infection.

And I do have something up my sleeve for the exam that will remove whatever choice she thinks she has, so for now I don’t push the issue.

Instead, I lift her up to sit on the edge of the exam table and wrap a blood pressure cuff around her arm.

Just because we’ll both be getting pleasure from this exam, doesn’t mean I’m going to skip out on her actual care.

“Blood pressure is good. Time to take your temperature, little one.”

Some of the color drains from her face. “Can we take it the big girl way, Daddy, please?”

“Absolutely not.” And my blood heats at the prospect of finally getting to take her temperature the right way. “You worked for me long enough to know how Little girls get their temperature taken, Camilla Joy. Roll on your tummy.”

Groaning loudly, she does as she’s told, burying her face in her arms while presenting me with her gorgeous, round bottom. My cock jumps in my dress pants at the sight, and I’m tempted to abandon the rest of her exam and simply fuck her right there on the table.

But I have plans for my sweet Camilla Joy. So I gather what bit of self-control I have left and grab the container of petroleum jelly.

Millie

Okay, I’m starting to understand why my friends hate this so much. Daddy hasn't even touched me yet and the humiliation of being stripped naked, waiting for him to probe my bottom with the thermometer is already overwhelming. And I have the benefit of not having an audience for my humiliation.

Making a mental note to somehow make it up to all my friends, I brace myself for what comes next. The sound of the petroleum jelly jar opening sends a frisson of anticipation up my spine, and I can’t stop the whimper that slips past my lips.

“Shhh, little one. There’s nothing to be scared of. Daddy’s just going to get your bottom nice and lubricated for the thermometer.”

Usually when I instruct the Daddies on how to do this part of the exam, I just have them dip the thermometer in the jelly and slowly work it into their Little one’s bottom. But my Daddy obviously has a different procedure in mind.

His finger, gloved and so much thicker than the thermometer, probes at my bottom hole, forcing its way past the tight ring of muscle at the entrance. Another whimper slips free as I try to bear down, to force my bottom to relax and allow him in.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises in that deep, silky tone that somehow feels like a caress and a threat all at the same time. “Relax a bit more for me, baby. Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you.”

Liar . He absolutely wants to hurt me. But I know he doesn’t want to do me any real harm, so I try to relax my muscles more and am rewarded with another round of rumbling praise.

When his finger is buried as deep in my bottom as it can go, he leaves it there for a beat, giving me time to adjust. And just when I finally relax around the digit, he moves.

Fucking my bottom with his finger, and humiliation floods my body as I think of a completely different body part filling me there, stretching me impossibly wide.

Need coils deep in my core, fueled by the embarrassing fantasies filling my mind, and Daddy’s low chuckle rumbles through the room.

“My naughty girl is already enjoying her exam, I see.”

“Nuh-uh!” My protest is as false as it is immediate, and his finger stills in my bottom.

“Are you saying you aren’t enjoying having Daddy’s finger deep in your pretty bottom, Camilla Joy?”

There’s an undercurrent to his words that brings another whimper to my lips. “Um. I dunno.”

“You don’t? Well, then, Daddy will just have to prove it to you.”

With his finger still buried in my bottom, he uses his free hand to nudge my thighs apart, swiping his gloved fingers through the wetness pooled there.

“Do you feel how wet you are, sunshine? I’m barely touching you and my glove is soaked through.

Because you love the way Daddy hurts you, don’t you, baby?

You love being my naughty little patient. ”

“ No .” I drag the word out in a long whine, burying my face more deeply into the crook of my arm, as if I can somehow hide from my shame. “I don’t like it, I don’t!”

“Hmm.” Again he runs his fingers between my lips, this time teasing my swollen clit. “Well, if you’re sure you aren’t enjoying this, then I guess Daddy won’t bother trying to make you come.”

Dammit. Caught between a rock and a hard place. Either I admit I lied, which is likely to earn me a punishment, or continue defending my lie and be denied, which is a punishment in and of itself.

I’d much rather have a spanking, or even get my mouth washed out than that.

“Maybe I’m enjoying it a little bit,” I finally confess.

“So you lied to Daddy.”

My stomach twists at his words. “Um. It was just a tiny lie, Daddy.”

“Is my Little girl allowed to tell even itty-bitty lies, Camilla Joy?”

Tears well in my eyes. “No, Daddy.”

“No, she is not. I should punish your naughty mouth for that lie, little girl.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy, I was just embarrassed!”

Another low chuckle rolls over me, and everything inside me freezes at the sound. “Oh, my sweet little Camilla. You don’t even know the meaning of the word yet. But you certainly will by the time I’m through with you.”

Oh, god. What have I done? This entire experience is designed to be as humiliating as possible already, and the thought of him going out of his way to make it more embarrassing is almost more than I can take.

But pleading with him will only feed the beast, so I force myself to stay quiet while he continues probing my bottom with his finger, spreading the lube around every little inch of me. After what seems like forever, he pulls his finger free and I nearly sigh with relief.

Relief that is very short-lived. The blunt, cold head of the glass thermometer presses against my bottom hole, twisting from side to side as he works it inside me.

“We have to make sure to get it nice and deep, so it’s as accurate as possible. Isn’t that right, Nurse Hamilton?”

“Y-yes, Doctor,” I force myself to say.

Once the glass thermometer is in as deep as it will go, he gives my bottom a soft pat. “What a good little patient you are, Camilla. Would you like to know what comes next, after we take your temperature?”

Considering all the exams I’ve assisted him with, I have a pretty good idea. But obviously this is part of his plan to embarrass me even more than usual. “Not really.”

“Ah, but a good doctor always makes sure his patient is fully informed of what to expect.” He gives my bottom another pat, this time a bit sharper, with enough bite to make me wince. “After your temperature, Daddy is going to clean your bottom out, so you’re nice and clean for your exam.”

Fuck me. An enema? Groaning, I shake my head. “Daddy, no .”

“Yes, little one. You know I always require my patients’ Daddies to clean them out before an exam, and you are no exception. And don’t think it’s escaped my notice that you haven't been as regular as you should be. No doubt your poor tummy is awfully compacted.”

Oh my god. If his plan is to literally embarrass me to death, he’s on the right path.

“Once you’re good and cleaned out, Daddy will strap you to the table with your feet in the stirrups. After all, we wouldn’t want you to accidentally roll off and get hurt, now would we?”

We would. We absolutely would. If I fall off the table and break an arm, he’ll have to postpone this humiliating exam.

“Then we’ll do your monthly breast exam. Followed by a very thorough examination of your vagina and your anus. And we haven’t yet tested your reaction to having your nipples clamped, so we’ll need to test that as well.”

Despite the humiliation of having this entire process described in excruciating detail—or maybe because of it—my clit throbs with need.

Everything he’s describing is like it’s been plucked from my own imagination, like he can see the fantasies I’ve used to get myself off in my apartment after working alongside him all day.

The timer sings, signaling he’s done taking my temperature. There’s a slight tug as he pulls the thermometer from my bottom, and then his low hum as he studies the readout.

“A perfectly healthy temperature. All right, little one. Time to get your bottom nice and cleaned out for Daddy’s exam.”