Page 8 of His Little Cinnabar (Eleadian Mates #12)

Chapter Eight

Tekfan

Dankin moves to the end of the table. “Can you bend your knees and open them wide for me, Little one?”

Janelle bites her lip as she obeys the doctor.

I know this practice of being completely naked and exposed to medical personnel is not common on Earth. It takes Little girls some time to get used to being bared to other people. Janelle is doing well so far.

Dankin removes her diaper before palpating around her belly from the foot of the table. “Her bladder is mostly empty. I assume she’s wet herself a few times?”

“Yes. She’s had two bottles. She’s wet herself twice also. She fainted when I first approached her. I think she was overstimulated and having a panic attack from the crowd in the club.”

Dankin nods, his brow furrowed. “Does that happen often, Little one?”

She licks her pretty lips. “Sometimes. I get overwhelmed when there’s so many people.”

She and I have not discussed this. I’m as curious as Dankin now.

“Crowds can be daunting, can’t they, Little one?” he asks her, soothing her.

“Yes, Sir.”

I’m proud of her for remembering to be polite.

“How often do you have panic attacks, Janelle?” he asks.

“It’s been a long time. I… I’ve been living on the streets for a while. I don’t really know a lot of people. Sometimes I stay at a shelter for the night, but I don’t like to go when they are really crowded. It’s noisy at night, and I can’t sleep as well as I can on the street.”

It hurts my heart that she was homeless. I can’t go back and change it for her. All I can do is make sure she always feels safe and loved going forward.

Dankin pats her inner thighs where he’s been holding her legs steady. “You won’t encounter stressful crowds like that on Eleadia. You’ll spend a lot of time alone with your Papi. Sometimes you might like to go to the park and play with other Little girls, but usually the crowds are not large.”

Dankin looks toward me. “When you get home, let the doctors know about her anxiety so they’re aware, but mostly likely once she’s settled and realizes no one is a threat to her, she will stop having panic attacks.

If she can’t tolerate the uncertainty of lots of Little girls at the park, then go at times when fewer people are there or arrange playdates with one or two other Little girls. ”

I nod. I’m grateful he has ideas. He’s thinking ahead of me.

Dankin shifts his attention to Janelle’s pussy. He slides his hands lower, keeping her legs wide while he pulls her folds open. “How many partners have you had sex with, Little one?”

She looks away. “None, Sir.”

Is she embarrassed? I knew that would be her response, but why is she flustered?

“Then I won’t worry about any sexually transmitted diseases,” he reassures her. “What about masturbating? Did you regularly rub your little pussy for pleasure?”

Her face turns dark red.

I answer for her. “Her first orgasm was earlier this evening. I gave it to her.”

“No need to be embarrassed, Little one. Many human females have not orgasmed at your age. Many never do. You’re lucky.

The relationship you’ll have with Tekfan will be a bond unlike anything you’ve ever seen on Earth.

Eleadians mate for life and their connection is so strong they’re drawn to each other frequently. ”

She’s drawn to me as he speaks. I can smell it. She doesn’t realize that.

Dankin reaches toward the tray. “Have you ever had a catheter, Little one?”

“No, Sir. What is it?”

He holds it up. “It’s a little tube. I’m going to insert it in your urethra so I can get a urine sample. It won’t hurt a bit. It will just feel strange for a few minutes.”

Her lips tremble. “Papi…”

“You’ll be fine, Baby girl. Take some deep breaths.”

She obeys me, inhaling deeply and letting it out slowly. By the time she’s drawn in the second breath, the tube is all the way inserted, and her urine is running into a collection bag.

“I don’t like it, Papi,” she whimpers.

“I know, Little one. But the doctor needs to make sure you’re healthy.”

Dankin removes the tube and pulls the hood back from her clit. “Everything looks good. She’s responsive to stimuli.” He rubs her nub as he speaks, and her heart rate spikes. When he pinches it slightly, she moans.

Janelle is panting when he removes his hands.

He holds up the probe that will need to be inserted in her next and shows it to her.

“This is a tool they don’t have on Earth.

Many aspects of our medical care are far more advanced than on Earth, and this is one of them.

It’s a rectal probe. I’m going to insert it in your bottom. It will collect data for me.”

She shakes her head. I knew she would eventually balk, and I suspected it would be at this point in the exam.

I’m not surprised, and I doubt a single Little girl has gone through this office without arguing against the anal probe.

It’s not something they’ve ever seen or experienced or even imagined on Earth.

Humans are very self-conscious when it comes to their bodies and what should be ordinary bodily functions. It’s not something Eleadians understand. Little girls in particular are mortified by the idea of having their rectums examined.

Our medical personnel on Eleadia have determined that the best way to help our mates get past the internalized responses females have is to recondition them with frequent invasive examinations.

In addition, Papis are encouraged to help their Little girls overcome their aversion to being exposed by normalizing the experience with repeated rectal and urethral stimulation.

When Janelle starts panicking—tugging on her restraints and flailing around—I consider piercing her skin again and look to Dankin for his reaction. She’s gripping my hand so tight it has to hurt her fingers.

Dankin looks to me. “Why don’t you hop up on the table and hold her over your lap. Your touch calms her.”

Seems like a good idea, so I release Janelle’s hands.

She’s shaking her head as I release her wrists and lift her into my arms, letting Dankin lower the table before I sit in the middle.

Janelle fights me. “No, Papi. I don’t want that in my bottom.”

I hold her precious naked body in my lap and cup her face.

When she meets my gaze, I’m firm with her.

“This isn’t optional, Little one. Fighting Papi will only end with you getting your bottom spanked.

Is that what you want?” It might be. I’ve yet to prove whether or not spanking her will be a deterrent.

“No, Papi, but that’s going to hurt, and it’s too big, and people don’t put things in their bottoms. It’s humiliating. That hole is out only.”

I can’t help but chuckle slightly. “The probe is a common tool on Eleadia. You’ll get used to it because you don’t have a choice. It’s the primary way our medical professionals collect data to ensure you’re healthy. You will learn to accept it over time, Little one.”

I don’t wait for her to respond before I turn her over my thighs. I quickly position her so her bottom is in the air and her cheek is resting against the table. She’s still squirming, so I palm the backs of her thighs. “Do you want Papi to spank you first?”

“No,” she wails. “I don’t want you to do this. Tell the doctor not to do it.”

I give her a firm swat.

She cries out. “Papi…”

“Do you want more?” I hate having to do this, but I’m well aware that I have to assert my authority and not back down. If I don’t, she’ll think she can manipulate me in the future.

Besides that, the probe is definitely not negotiable. We can’t leave for Eleadia until the doctor has all possible information.

I give her another swat, one with more force. It has to burn. My fingerprints are on her cute butt.

She arches her chest off the table and squirms hard. She’s no match for me, and she knows that on some level, but it’s not stopping her from giving this every possible ounce of exertion.

After a third spank, she drops limply to the table. “Meanie,” she mutters.

I gather her hands and hold them against the small of her back.

Dankin spreads her knees and inserts a wedge between them.

Janelle starts panting. The wedge is enough to make her pussy cream. The scent is potent. My cock is instantly fully erect.

Focusing, I hold my girl’s cheeks open, exposing her bottom.

She sniffles while Dankin rubs lube onto her entrance before easing the probe into her bottom.

“Try not to clench,” I tell her.

She grumbles incoherently.

“The probe needs to stay in your bottom for a few minutes, Little one,” Dankin tells her.

She sighs dramatically, totally slumped over me now.

Dankin smiles knowingly at me. He sees this every time a Little girl comes through here.

I’m certain he’s used to it. He addresses me.

“It’s hard to tell for sure if her rectum is really tight or if she’s gripping it harder than usual.

The only way to be sure no issues come up in the future is for you to regularly stretch her tight anal muscles until they either stretch out some or she stops fighting you.

Ask Chadka and Thabo for a dilation kit when you see them.

As soon as she has her strength back in a few weeks, start gradually working the dilators into her rectum.

You can do it several times a day. Eventually she’ll grow more accepting, and either she’ll release the tight grip she has on the devices or her muscles will stretch out.

Either way, it’s important for her bowels to be able to slide out of her easily.

If not, she’ll end up with far bigger problems.”

Janelle is panting. She still squirms, but the fight has run out of her. I hope she won’t be too angry with me. I’d rather her not go into a six-month stasis scowling instead of smiling.

When Dankin removes the probe, she lets out a long breath. I’m not sure she realizes that her pussy is dripping. She might argue that she hates having her bottom filled, but she’s simply embarrassed to admit it felt good.

She wiggles in my grip, trying to dislodge herself.

It’s not going to work. Dankin needs to verify her sexual responses are appropriate.

I release her hands, but the moment she tries to push up from my lap, I slide my palm lower and insert two thick fingers in her lubed bottom. I reach as deeply as I can and use my palm to hold her down.

Before she can process and react, I reach between her thighs with my other hand and thrust one finger into her tight cunt.

Janelle cries out, her voice filling the room. She’s not protesting now. She’s making a primal call for me to let her come. And she’s going to get her wish.

I pump both hands, dragging my fingers in and out of her holes at the same time.

Arching her chest clear off the table, Janelle stiffens a moment before her release causes her bottom and her pussy to clench around my fingers in tandem.

Nothing in my life could have prepared me for this humbling experience—watching my Little girl orgasm so spectacularly for me with total abandon.