Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
He guides me toward a golf cart that conveniently has Daddy’s name on it in bold letters. He’d arranged for this ahead of time, too.
He leaves my harness on and lifts me onto the car seat before strapping me into yet another five-point harness. The moment he cinches it up tight, my breath hitches. “Daddy, it’s too tight.”
He tucks his fingers under the strap across my nipples and rubs up and down. “It’s just right.” He kisses me before climbing into the driver’s seat in front of me and taking off.
I’m hoping I have some time before we arrive at the clinic, but it only takes a few minutes to reach Main Street. My eyes are wide as I take in all the shops on both sides of the road before he parks all too soon.
I frown as he jumps down and unbuckles me. “I don’t need a doctor, Daddy.”
He taps my nose. “I told you every Little on the island sees the doctors in this clinic regularly. Frequently, Baby girl. I’m going to ask him to schedule you weekly for a while until you stop fretting over the visits.”
I gasp. “Weekly? Daddy, that’s not necessary.”
He unfastens me, lifts me to my feet, and reaches for the harness at the small of my back. “I could make it twice a week if you’d like?”
I purse my lips and decide not to press my luck. If there’s one thing I know about my Daddy, he never makes idle threats. One more word of complaint out of me, and I’ll be here getting daily checkups until the end of the year.
When we enter, Daddy checks us in and then chooses a seat along the wall. There are four other Littles waiting with their Daddies. They’re all playing with the toys in one corner of the room, but I’m not ready to interact with them. I reach for Daddy, and he lifts me onto his lap.
I pop my pacifier in to help with my stress. I’d rather go to the parks or the beach. It’s not even lunch time. Daddy said maybe we could go to one of the parks later today if I’m good for the doctor.
I flinch when a male voice calls my name. “Gabriel and Zia?”
Daddy rises, settles me on his hip, and follows the man into a hallway where all the exam rooms are.
“We’ll be right here in room two,” the man says. He lets us pass before joining us and closing the door. He meets my gaze and pats my head. “I’m Nurse Brian. I’ll be assisting Dr. Morgan with your exam today. It’s nice to meet you, Zia.”
I suck harder on my pacifier, but Daddy plucks it from my mouth and removes my harness. “What do you say, Zia?”
“Nice to meet you, sir,” I murmur.
Brian smiles. “You can sit her on the exam table. I’ll get her vitals and then check her height and weight. We like to keep a comprehensive file on every Little visiting or living on the island. That way when someone gets injured or sick, we can treat them more efficiently.”
So far, the visit seems ordinary enough. I try not to fidget.
Brian puts a cuff on my arm to check my blood pressure. He speaks to Daddy while he waits for it to tighten. “Any specific concerns you want to address with Dr. Morgan today?”
“Not many. We’ve been making good use of the regression kit for a few weeks, so Zia is pretty well adjusted to what life will be like here. She has been grumbly about coming to the clinic, though, so if it’s not a problem, I’d like to schedule weekly visits for a while until she decides it would be to her advantage to stop arguing with her Daddy.”
My face flames.
Brian nods. “That won’t be a problem. It’s not uncommon. If you find you need to bring her in more often than that to ensure she knows who’s in charge, just call reception. They’ll fit you in.”
I try not to make a sound. Daddy is serious about this. He’s not going to relent. I need to be good.
“Pulse and blood pressure are good. Go ahead and remove everything and help her onto the scale.”
My breath hitches as Daddy quickly pulls my shirt over my head, exposing my titties to Brian. This is unexpected. He removes my sandals next before unfastening my diaper. Seconds later, before I can fully grasp my humiliation, I’m standing on the scale completely naked.
“Arms at your sides, Little one,” Brian commands.
My hands are covering my breasts.
“Do as you’re told, Baby girl,” Daddy says in his no-nonsense tone.
I shiver as I lower my hands.
Brian types something into his tablet, probably my weight, and then lifts a bar above my head to get my height. “Stand tall, Baby girl. Shoulders back.” As I obey him, he sets the bar on the top of my head. “Good girl.” He lowers the bar and glances at Daddy. “You can lift her back onto the exam table.”