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 beenleaning 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.”
