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)
Daddy guides me to the table and swings me up to settle me on the end. When I cross my arms, he narrows his gaze. “What’s my rule?”
I lower my hands to my lap. “Sorry, Daddy,” I mutter.
“Tell Daddy the rule, Baby girl.”
My flush grows, heating my cheeks. “No touching my titties,” I whisper. When I say that out loud, I slide decidedly younger and squeeze my legs together. My embarrassment is making me wet. Daddy knows it. That’s why he makes me say that out loud.
“Good girl.”
I flinch when the door opens and a man in a lab coat walks in. He’s older than Nurse Brian. He smiles warmly before holding out a hand to Daddy. “So nice to meet you, Gabriel. I’m Dr. Morgan. I heard you were moving to the island to become the new bank manager. Welcome.”
“Thank you.”
The doctor turns to me. “And you must be Zia. It’s nice to meet you, too, Little one.”
“Thank you, sir,” I murmur.
The doctor turns toward Brian. “Anything special I should be aware of?”
“Only that we’ll be scheduling Zia weekly for a while until she submits readily to her Daddy without complaining.”
I think I’m going to die of embarrassment.
Dr. Morgan pats my leg. “Don’t worry, Little one. It’s perfectly normal for you to be nervous. I’m glad your Daddy is willing to lay down the law, though. Little girls sometimes struggle to fully submit when they arrive here and begin a full-time experience in the lifestyle.”
I wish I could put my paci back in, but it’s connected to my shirt, which I’m not wearing.
Dr. Morgan addresses Daddy. “I see hundreds of Little girls every week, so I’ve gotten pretty good at reading them and taking care of each of their needs. This is a regular clinic. Everyone on staff is truly a doctor or a nurse. We can treat nearly any illness, set broken bones, and stitch up boo-boos. But we also specifically cater to the needs of age-play patients, and the vast majority of Littles tend to have at least some level of affinity for humiliation kink.”
Daddy nods. “Zia definitely does.”
I tremble. It’s so weird for them to talk to me as though I’m not here.
“As I examine her, I’ll learn what kinds of experiences she craves from medical exams and ensure that she gets them as often as she needs.”
What experiences is he talking about?
“Littles are all different. Some adapt to life on the island quicker than others. My best advice is to be firm with her. The sooner she understands that she is expected to submit to you in all things, the sooner she will experience the full freedom the island has to offer.”
I fist my hands on my thighs, wanting desperately to cover my titties. They’re hard and tight, and I know it’s not from the air conditioning. It’s from listening to these men discuss me as if I truly were an infant.
Dr. Morgan steps to one side of me and puts his stethoscope in his ears. “Sit up tall for me, Little one, so I can listen to your heart.”
I do as I’m told, but the cold disk makes me flinch when he sets it on my breast. As he listens, I glance at Brian who is standing close, taking notes in his tablet. I wonder what he’s typing since no one is talking right now.
“Good girl. Heart sounds great. Let’s have you lie back.”
I’m unnerved as Daddy helps me stretch out on the bench.
“Arms over your head, Little one,” the doctor encourages.
Brian sets his tablet down and stands at the head of the exam table. When I lift my arms that direction, he circles my wrists with his much larger hands and holds them down against the table.
I instantly arch and whimper, embarrassed beyond belief at the rush of arousal that floods my system. It’s unexpected, and I want to teleport to another dimension.
Dr. Morgan grabs a medium-sized ball. It’s kind of like a kickball but smaller. He taps my knees. “Spread your legs, Little one.”
I reluctantly part my knees, squeezing my eyes closed at the same time. He’s going to see how wet I am. He puts the ball between my knees. “Hold that here for me, Zia. If you’re a good girl and keep the ball between your knees, I’ll reward you with a lollipop after your exam.”
My eyes pop open, and I glance at Daddy. Will he let me have a lollipop? My mouth waters at the suggestion. I haven’t had anything yummy like that in over a week.
He smiles and pats my thigh. “I’ll permit you to have a lollipop if you’re a good girl and do what Dr. Morgan says.”
Dr. Morgan sets his hands on my chest. “Don’t you worry. All the candy and ice cream here on the island is all-natural and sugar free. We believe in a healthy lifestyle.”