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 sickwhile 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.
