Page 19 of Layla's Daddy

When his hand slides down to the front of my diaper, his brow furrows. “You have to pee, Layla. I don’t like you holding it.”

“I can’t, Daddy. It’s too hard.”

“You already used a diaper earlier, Little one. I know you can do it. It’s not optional, Little one. I called Connor. He said it’s not healthy to hold your peepee in. He sent over a prescription that will help you pee.”

I moan. “I don’t want more medicine, Daddy.” How is he going to administer this one? I squeeze my eyes closed and will myself to pee, but I can’t.

“Roll onto your side for me, Little one.” He pulls the covers back and gently guides me until I’m facing away from him. He’s done this several times. It’s reaching a point where I grow irrationally aroused simply from rolling to my side because I know he’s going to do something to my bottom while I’m in this position.

I hug my teddy bear to my chest and pop my pacifier back into my mouth, trying not to focus on whatever Daddy is going to do.

He unfastens my diaper and sets it aside before holding my butt cheeks apart. Instead of his finger, this time he slides something hard and cold into me.

I whimper and turn my head, trying to see.

“It’s a thermometer, Baby girl. Stay still for me.”

I sigh and force myself to accept his ministrations.

He holds the rod in me for a long time before removing it. “No fever. That’s good. Stay still, Little one.” His finger is at my entrance again, and I grip the pacifier with my teeth while he pushes another pill into me. It turns out rectal suppositories act much faster than oral ones, so it’s hard to be mad about how quickly my head stops pounding each time he gives me another one.

I suck furiously on my pacifier, clenching my pussy because he keeps moving his finger around inside me, and it makes my clit pulse.

When he finally removes his finger, I blow out a breath. I’m too embarrassed to admit I sort of like it. It’s better to pretend it’s icky.

Daddy rolls me onto my back next and spreads my legs. “Hold your bear over your eyes for a minute, Little one. I need brighter light.”

I lift my bear up to cover my eyes, wondering what he needs to see.

There are some noises I can’t identify, and then Daddy presses down firmly on my pelvis and uses his fingers to spread my labia. Something cold touches near my vagina, and it takes a moment for me to realize it’s not my vagina. It’s my urethra.

“Hold very still, Layla,” he orders.

I don’t dare move even though I’m scared. Something slides into my tiny hole. It feels so strange. In a few seconds, it’s over, and he removes it.

“There. All done. Such a good girl. You can open your eyes now. I dimmed the lights again.”

I pull out the pacifier while he secures a diaper around me. “What was that?”

He finishes and grabs a tiny syringe from the nightstand to show me. “See the tiny tip?”

I nod.

“Only that much went into your urethra. I pressed the plunger to push the contents into your little hole.” He rubs my tummy.

I squirm as it starts to burn. “Daddy, it hurts.”

“You’ll feel a slight burning. It won’t hurt you at all. It will just burn for a bit.”

“I don’t like it,” I whine.

“I suspect you don’t. Guess how you can make it stop?”

I draw in a sharp breath as he sets his palm on my bladder. “Daddy…” My voice is higher pitched and very whiny. I draw my knees up. I get it now. I have to pee to make it stop.

“Connor says it’s perfectly safe to put the gel in your urethra every few hours if needed.”

I roll my head back and forth, wincing when the bump on the back comes to my attention.