Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
“Hold still, Mackie. Daddy’s getting you ready for the thermometer.”
“Not in my bottom,” Mack croaked. Even he could hear his voice was getting hoarser by the moment.
“All Littles have their temperature taken in their bottoms. I should have started checking for a fever days ago so this was familiar to you. We’ll start that from now on to make sure you stay healthy.”
Mack shook his head. He felt too bad to process all that, but he knew it didn’t sound like a good thing for him. That finger invading his bottom, combined with his illness, made it hard to concentrate. Even sick, his body responded to Grey’s skilled touch.
When the intimate caress withdrew, Mack protested, “No!”
“We’ll play when you are feeling better, Mackie. Now I need to check your temperature.”
A cold tube slid through that tight entrance despite Mack’s automatic attempts to block its passage. Grey pushed it in deeply before twirling and adjusting it even further inside. Mack shivered at the feel of the cold intruder.
“I don’t like this, Daddy,” he complained even as he felt his body continue to respond to the stimulation.
“Shhh, Mackie. Daddy’s taking care of you. Just a few minutes.”
He was almost asleep when he felt the thermometer slide from his bottom. Grey wiped the excess lubricant from his bottom before covering him with the soft bedding.
“Good boy. Go to sleep. I’ll call Dr. Richards and make an appointment for you so you can feel better.”
Mack felt a kiss on his temple before Grey moved away. He heard part of Grey’s conversation before his Daddy left the room.
“Matt? This is Grey Bradford. Do you, by chance, have time to see a Little boy this evening?”
“Thank you. He’s a keeper. Unfortunately, he’s not feeling well. A temperature of one hundred and…”
CHAPTER 12
“Daddy? I’m really tired. Can’t we go back home?”
“Soon, Mackie. We’re going to see Dr. Richards first.”
Vaguely, Mack remembered hearing this same conversation before and realized he must be repeating himself. “I’m sick, aren’t I?”
“You are sick, Little boy. Dr. Richards will help you feel better.”
“I don’t have any insurance.”
“That’s not a problem, Mackie. Daddy will take care of you.”
Mack forced an eye open when the car paused and saw an enormous gate open in front of him. A few seconds later, they progressed down a long, curved drive until a large mansion appeared. This didn’t look like a doctor’s office.
“Um.”
“Trust me, Mackie. Dr. Richards is highly recommended by others in the ageplay community.”
“There’s an ageplay community?” Mack forced himself to ask.
“Yes. There are a lot of Mommies, Daddies, and Littles in town.”
Mack just looked at him in confusion. It was too much to think about.
Grey had just parked the car in the curved driveway when the front door crashed open and a young woman ran out, holding a pair of roller skates over her head. She stopped in her tracks and waved one skate at them with a giant smile before pressing her finger to her mouth, asking them to be quiet. With another grin, she re-hoisted the skates over her head and took off for the side of the house.
Mack turned to look at Grey as he tried to figure out what was going on. His Daddy chuckled and shared, “I think that must be Zoey, Dr. Richards’ Little girl. I would bet she’s been told not to get those skates within five feet of the pavement.”
Staring at him, Mack gave up trying to understand it. He glanced back to see Zoey disappear around the corner.
When his door opened, Mack allowed his Daddy to tug him out of the car. The supporting arm Grey wrapped around him helped Mack make it to the door. They waited for someone to answer the door.
A familiar figure appeared in the doorway. She struggled to get her second arm into an oversized white doctor’s coat and breathed hard. “Hi! I’m Zoey, Dr. Richards’ official doctor’s assistant.”
She stopped and looked at Mack. “Oh! You don’t look good.” Pausing, Zoey pulled out a mask out of her right-side coat pocket and put it on before grabbing another out of the left pocket.
When she was double masked, Zoey stepped back to wave them inside with the assurance, “My Daddy will make sure you feel better.”
“Zoey, your skates are missing from the time-out closet,” a deep masculine voice proclaimed as a handsome man walked into the reception area. “Oh, hi. You must be Mack and Grey. I’m Matt Richards.”
He walked forward to shake Grey’s hand and looked at Mack with a concerned expression. “Oh, you are a sick Little. Come on into exam room two. Let me take a look at you.”
Dr. Richards looked at the slight figure. “Zoey, I’ll need my coat back. We will talk about the missing skates later. It would be prudent for them to reappear while I am examining Mack.”