Dankin removes the tube and pulls the hood back from her clit. “Everything looks good. She’s responsive to stimuli.” Herubs 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.
