Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Dr. Pedersen looks up at Noah again. “Same holds true for her breasts. She probably won’t mind having them exposed to other people, but every Little has a line somewhere. Try using a stimulant on her nipples and dressing her in tighter cotton shirts when you’re in public. Keeping the little buds swollen and hard might push her limits.”
Noah nods agreement again.
Chapter Nine
I’m relieved the breast portion of his exam is over when the doctor moves down between my legs. I shouldn’t be. The next part of this exam isn’t going to ease my mind.
Dr. Pedersen speaks to Noah again. “I read in your paperwork that you’ve known her for some time and have experience spanking her in a club environment.”
“Yes.”
“And she does scenes like that willingly?”
“Eagerly,” Noah tells him.
“In light of everything else I’ve noticed, that sort of punishment might not be sufficient for her. You might need to try other forms of discipline, especially in public settings. I’d suggest you keep a small crop on you. You could remove her shirt and swat her nipples. You could also swat her pussy.”
Noah nods. “I had to spank her pussy earlier before we boarded the ferry actually.”
My face heats further. I’m stunned, and my head is spinning, but I realize everything they are saying is a test to see how I react. At the mention of spanking my pussy, I clench my channel as hard as I can. Wetness is running down to my tight bottom hole.
“Ah, then you’re already on top of things. How did she react?”
“She almost came. I told her she could not orgasm until we were in your office.”
I gasp. He did not just say that out loud.
Noah meets my gaze, brows lifted. “Your ears are turning red, Baby girl. Nudity does not push your limits, but apparently I can embarrass you with words.”
I narrow my gaze at him. “That’s not fair.”
“Fair is no longer in your vocabulary, Baby girl. My goal on this island is to meet your needs, emotional and physical. The doctors here will help make sure those needs are being met.”
I swallow as a noise catches my attention, and I shift my gaze to see the doctor pulling stirrups out from the end of the table. He lifts my closest leg into the metal device and surprises me yet again by strapping my leg in securely at the ankle and the thigh.
My heart races as he does the other leg the same way and then adjusts the stirrups so I am spread open obscenely wide.
I whimper and squirm. My embarrassment stems not from my nudity or exposure but from my arousal. As soon as this stranger touches me, I’m going to come.
Dr. Pedersen pulls a rolling stool between my legs and spreads his gloved hands on my inner thighs. He parts my folds with his thumbs. “Did she have any issues using her diaper?” He glances at Noah.
“Yes. She was reluctant. Eventually I warned her that if she didn’t empty her bladder before we got here, I would have you put a catheter inside her for a week.”
I hold my breath. I’m mortified. These men are embarrassing me on purpose. Even though I’m aware of that fact, I can’t stop it. Talking about me like I’m truly an infant is making my tummy flip over and over.
“I can do that if it becomes necessary. The threat might be enough. Watch her closely. It’s important for Littles on the island to give up control of their bladders. Many new Littles are reluctant because they’re afraid of losing bladder control permanently. That’s rare. In most cases, Littles adjust their thinking so their bodies react to being diapered. When they’re diapered, they let themselves slide into a deep regression. If they return to using panties on the mainland at some point, their brains recognize that it’s not okay to wet their panties. Only in rare instances do Littles find themselves permanently incontinent from wearing diapers for an extended period of time. Statistically Littles suffer from the same likelihood of developing incontinence as the general population.”
This thought hadn’t occurred to me until I’m listening to him explain it. I’m relieved to hear what he’s telling Noah, and I suspect he’s saying all of it for my benefit.
“I’ll insert a sounding tool and a catheter while you’re here so she will know what it feels like, but that type of experiment can backfire. Some Littles find they like having their urethra penetrated and will later misbehave in order to get the fix they crave. Others don’t care for the sensation and will toe the line to avoid having objects inserted into their tiny holes.”
A moan escapes my mouth, mortifying me.
Noah sets a hand on my tummy and strokes the undersides of my breasts with his fingers, making me arch my chest off the table.