Page 18 of Sophia’s Daddy (Littleworld #23)

Chapter Sixteen

“Are you sure this is necessary?” I ask Daddy when we pull up to the clinic first thing the next morning.

“Positive, Little one. Not optional.” He parks the golf cart and releases me from my car seat.

“You won’t be having many treats while we’re here for two weeks, Baby girl.

None of the candy you’re used to sneaking when you’re at work.

But if you’re a good girl for the doctor and his staff, I’ll let you have a lollipop when we’re done. ”

I grin, irrationally giddy about the idea. I had a few gummy bears yesterday at work, but I’m aware my vice will be on hold during our visit.

“I have a surprise for you when we leave here, too, Baby girl.” He cups my face and tips my head back before we enter the clinic. “I know you’re nervous, but make sure you’re polite and respectful, understood?”

I nod. “I’ll be good, Daddy.” He’s right. I’m nervous. No matter how hard I work to distract myself from visions of doctor’s visits from my naughty romance books, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m about to have a very embarrassing exam.

A man is at the front desk when we arrive, and since we have the first appointment of the day, he introduces himself as Nurse Brian and ushers us back to an exam room.

“Go ahead and remove her sandals, shirt, and diaper. Dr. Keys will be seeing her today. He’ll be in shortly,” he tells Daddy before he leaves the room.

I look around. “He didn’t leave us a gown,” I mutter.

Daddy pulls my shirt off while I’m distracted and lifts me onto the exam table. “You don’t need a gown, Little one. Don’t you worry. You don’t have any body parts the doctors and nurses haven’t seen before.”

I bite my lip as Daddy helps me lower onto my back so he can remove my diaper and sandals. At least I don’t have to think too long about this situation because the door opens again as soon as I sit back upright.

Both Brian and a man in a lab coat enter the room. The doctor holds out a hand to Daddy. “Tate. So good to see you. It’s been a while.” He turns toward me next. “And you must be Sophia.”

I nod and mumble, “Yes, Sir.” I can’t keep from folding my arms across my chest and squeezing my thighs together. I’ve never been naked in front of anyone besides Daddy before. People do not see doctors completely in the buff. It’s unheard of.

Dr. Keys strokes the top of my head and smiles. “No need to cover your chest, sweetheart. We see naked Little girls all day. Can you lower your arms and sit up tall for me, Little one?”

Goosebumps rise all over my skin as I obey the doctor. My nipples pucker into hard knots, and I press my thighs tighter, trying to keep my pussy from leaking.

“Are you a real doctor?” I blurt out before I can stop myself.

Brian chuckles. So does the doctor. “Yes, Little one.” He steps in front of me and sets his hands on my knees.

“Everyone who works here is a real doctor or nurse. If you get injured or sick while visiting the island, we can fix you right up. At the same time, this is an island reserved for deep regression. Most Littles who enjoy a twenty-four-seven age-play lifestyle also have a medical kink. We fulfill that need at the same time.”

I inhale deeply and hold it as I look at Daddy. He has that expression on his face. Darn him. He’s smiling, but his gaze is narrowed at the same time. His look tells me to behave.

Dr. Keys pats my knees. “Spread your legs for me, Little one. You’re clenching so tight you’re going to injure yourself.”

My face heats a million degrees, and I glance at Daddy as it is completely confirmed to me that this visit will indeed be just like any number of doctors’ visits I’ve read about in kinky books.

I don’t think a person can actually injure themselves clenching their thighs together, but I reluctantly part my knees a few inches.

Brian hands the doctor a rubber ball, which Dr. Keys holds up to my knees. “Open wider, Little one. I want you to hold this ball between your knees while I examine you. It will give you something to focus on.”

I swallow hard as I part my thighs wider. Wetness leaks out of me. Even though I fully understand this is the entire point of the visit, I’m still embarrassed, and that makes me even hornier.

Daddy holds my hand at my side, stroking my knuckles even though it does nothing to calm my racing heart as the doctor steps to the other side and sets his stethoscope against my naked chest.

He listens in several places before switching to my back. When he’s done, he looks in my ears, nose, eyes, and throat like any doctor would for a routine visit.

It almost seems normal until he has me lie back and lifts my hands over my head. “Nurse Brian will hold your hands out of the way for me while I examine you, Little one.”

I grip the ball tighter than ever, trying not to drop it.

I can’t stop the rush of arousal that consumes me the moment the nurse restrains my wrists.

I arch my chest and lift my knees. A moan escapes my lips.

I’m mortified. I know all of this is exactly what is expected, but I can’t seem to escape the cycle.

It’s a constantly spinning circle of emotions.

I’m aroused from the exam, which embarrasses me, which makes me even more aroused and on and on.

When the doctor starts asking Daddy questions about my health, I grow increasingly more embarrassed and therefore hornier.

“Does she wet her diapers regularly?”

“How are her bowel movements?”

“Does she use a pacifier?”

“Does she take her bottles without complaint?”

“Any issues with her bottom? Her breasts? Her vagina? Her urethra?”

“How is her behavior? How often do you spank her? Are timeouts effective?”

I slide deeper and deeper into a horny ball of regression, my body betraying me as it reacts to every word and Daddy’s responses.

Dr. Keys spends far more time than necessary examining my breasts. When I squirm too much, he adds a strap across my ribs right below the globes before he switches to thumbing my nipples and then pinching and twisting them.

I’m panting and whimpering. I can’t look at anyone. I get it. I understand why Littles go to the clinic. I don’t even care anymore. I need to come so badly I’ll die if someone doesn’t put me out of my misery soon.

Things go from embarrassing to more mortifying when the doctor puts my legs in stirrups and straps them down at my thighs and my ankles.

I moan as he spreads the stirrups wider than I thought possible before he sits on a rolling stool between my legs. He addresses me directly. “I’m going to put a catheter in your little pee-pee hole, Sophia, so I can get a urine sample. Have you ever had a catheter before, Little one?”

I shake my head.

Daddy sets a hand on my chest between my breasts. “Words, Baby girl. Remember your manners.”

I lick my incredibly dry lips. “No, Sir,” I whisper, shuddering. It turns out forcing me to interact only makes me hornier. Daddy knew that. Darn him.

“Does it ever hurt when you go peepee, Sophia?” the doctor asks.

“No, Sir,” I murmur again. I hold my breath at the strange sensation of having a tube pushed up into my tiny hole. To make things even more humiliating, instead of a silent bag to collect my peepee, the doctor lets it fall into a metal bowl. It sounds like thunder in the room.

When it’s over, he leaves the tube in and opens my pussy to swab my cervix. “Is she on any form of birth control?”

“Not yet. We’ve discussed it, but she hasn’t seen a doctor yet.”

“I can give you a birth control shot today if you’re interested, Little one. It’s quick and easy.”

I look toward Daddy.

He smiles at me as he rubs my chest. “If that’s what you want, Little one.” At least he’s not going to make decisions about birth control for me. He’s a very controlling Daddy, and I enjoy every minute of it, but he stops short of imposing on my bodily autonomy, and I appreciate that.

I nod. “I think that’s a good idea,” I tell him. We have discussed it before, and I’ve done a bit of research. I’ve been leaning in the direction of the shot before today. Might as well get it out of the way.

The doctor suddenly strokes my rectum, making me clench my butt cheeks. “Just putting some lube at the entrance to your bottom, Little one. I’m going to take your temperature, Sophia.”

I bite my lip when I realize he means rectally. I should have seen this coming. After all, the doctor uses a rectal thermometer in every kinky medical book I’ve read.

“Deep breath, Little one,” the doctor encourages as he slides a metal rod into my bottom. “Good girl,” he praises.

Daddy cups my face and leans over to kiss me. “You’re doing so well, Baby girl.”

I’m panting. My pussy is leaking. The catheter is still in me and making me hyper aware of my urethra. It seems to take forever before the doctor eases the thermometer out of me. “I’m going to examine your bottom now, Sophia. Another deep breath.”

I can’t keep from sucking in oxygen as he presses against the tight ring of muscles at the entrance to my rectum. Before I can fully think about it, Dr. Keys pushes a finger deep into my bottom.

I’m instantly overloaded with sensations. This is the last straw. I moan loudly, and my body starts shaking. I’m going to come.

That’s when Daddy moves his hand down from my chest to my pussy. The moment he strokes my clit, I orgasm. The release is long and hard. The doctor strokes inside my bottom the entire time.

My vision blurs, and I lie limp and panting when it’s over. I’m vaguely aware of the doctor finishing up. He removes the catheter while he gives instructions I can’t hear to my Daddy. He gives me a shot in my arm. My eyes are still squeezed shut when I hear the door close.

Daddy is at my side. “They’re gone, Baby girl. You can open your eyes now.”

I’m aware of my legs lying unrestrained against the table. I don’t recall the doctor removing the straps or the stirrups. I was in a haze of sexual release that rocked my world.

“Look at Daddy,” Tate says, his face close to mine.

I finally blink and focus on him. I’m grinning. I can’t help it. “Holy shit,” I mutter.

“Language, naughty girl.” His voice is teasing. “I’ll schedule another visit to the doctor while we’re here. You can never be too careful when it comes to health.”

I don’t even protest. I’m so sated I can’t lift a limb yet.

“Good thing I brought the stroller,” Daddy says. “I think we’re going to need it when we get to the zoo.”

That brings me back to the present. “We’re going to the zoo?”

Daddy diapers me and helps me sit up. He puts my shirt on and hands me a red lollipop. “Yep. We’re meeting Amelia and Noah there.”

I moan around the flavor of the lollipop as soon as I pop it into my mouth. As soon as Daddy has my sandals back on me and stands me on my feet, I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight. I love this man. We have a very unconventional relationship, but it’s working for us, and I love him.