Page 32 of Grace's Daddy

“It’s still strange,” I grumble.

He bends down and kisses me. “And I still love you.”

“I love you, too, Daddy.”

“I bet by the end of the day you will have made a friend along the way. You just wait and see.”

I hold Daddy’s hand tightly while we pick up our tickets and board the ferry. I keep my head down so I don’t have to make eye contact with anyone. Same as I do at home. This is no different. Except it’s totally different. I’m wearing a diaper and so are half the people around me.

Daddy leads me to the upper deck of the ferry, and as soon as we take off, I’m so mesmerized by the view of the ocean around me that my nerves ease. In addition, most of the Littles around me are wearing a harness like the one I know Daddy has in the backpack, so when he pulls it out, I’m mentally prepared.

What surprises me is that I feel calmer as soon as he fastens it around me. This is unexpected. He showed it to me at home. We’ve talked about it. But he’s never strapped me in it. Perhaps he should have. Then I wouldn’t have any anxiety about it. I feel tethered to him, and I like it.

I spend the entire trip to the island standing between Daddy’s legs, letting the wind blow my pigtails around and loving the way the air hits my face. I don’t look directly at anyone on either side of me. I’m at peace in my own bubble with Daddy’s hands on my hips and the tight tug of the leash at my back.

This is going to be a wild adventure.

Chapter Fourteen

The slight panic I feel as we disembark is short lived. The crowd makes me uncomfortable, but as soon as we reach Daddy’s golf cart, I’m once again more relaxed.

I’m well-aware that our first stop is going to be the clinic. I’ve mostly put that out of my mind for the past week, too. Now it’s imminent. Five minutes Daddy tells me.

I fist my hands in my lap and try to enjoy the weather and the beautiful view. I’m certain I’ll appreciate all of it more later—after we get the doctor’s visit out of the way.

My heart is pounding as Daddy parks and lifts me out of my car seat. He doesn’t set me down. Instead he props me on his hip, presses a hand to the small of my back, and tucks my face against his neck.

I love him. He understands me. I squeeze my eyes closed, not taking a single peek at my surroundings while I listen to him give my name to the receptionist. I’m grateful that we’re immediately escorted to an exam room, and I don’t lift my head and look around until we’re alone.

Daddy sets me on the edge of the table. The room looks exactly like any other doctor’s office I’ve ever been in. There’s no reason to panic. Except I know this visit is going to be far moreintimate than anything I’ve experienced. He hasn’t left me in the dark about that.

“I’m going to take your clothes off, Baby girl. Arms up for Daddy.”

I tremble as I lift my hands and let him pull my shirt over my head. Instinct has me reaching to cover my breasts with my palms.

Daddy circles my wrists and lowers my hands to my sides. “Don’t cover yourself, Grace.”

“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.

“Good girl.” He leans me back and removes my diaper before helping me sit upright again. When he takes my shoes off, I’m completely naked. This is not how people see doctors outside of the fetish community.

I flinch when the door opens and two men walk in. One of them is in scrubs, the other is in a white lab coat, just like I’ve visualized.

The doctor smiles warmly and extends a hand to Daddy. “Good to see you, Eli. Who do we have here?” He turns to me and sets his palm on top of my head.

“This is Grace,” Daddy informs him.

“So nice to meet you, Grace. I’m Dr. Morgan, and this is my nurse, Brian.”

I find the will to return his greeting. “Nice to meet you, Sir,” I whisper.

“Such a polite Little girl.” He beams.

The stethoscope around his neck is making me breathe heavily. What is it about stethoscopes? I squeeze my thighs together at the thought of him touching my naked chest with the cold disk. My nipples are already hard from being exposed to the air in the room.

Dr. Morgan asks Daddy a running list of questions while he looks in my ears, nose, eyes, and throat. Most of his inquiries areabout my overall health, which he already has in his files because Daddy filled everything out before we left the apartment.

“Sit up tall for me, Little one,” he says as he lifts that metal disc.