Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Swallowing hard at those black strips, Coco suggested, “Maybe we could do this another time?”
“Coco, do you want to prepare for another exam?” Roman asked, easily moving her into place and fastening a restraint around one ankle while Dr. Richards secured the other.
“No,” she whispered and shivered.
“That’s right, Coco. Let’s get everything done.” Dr. Richards pressed something that lowered the padding under her bottom away. “Would you like a warm blanket, Coco?”
“Please.”
“Of course.” Dr. Richards walked to the door and opened it. Coco could see a sliver of the waiting room outside. He hadn’t closed the door. She panicked, covering her breasts as she tried to pull her legs from the supports.
“Whoa, Little girl. Everything is okay. No one is going to bother us in here,” Roman assured her as he held her securely to the table. His body blocked her view.
Dr. Richards returned and closed the door quietly. “Here you go, Coco. I bet this will feel good,” he suggested as he draped the heated material over her.
Cradling it under her chin, Coco hid her face in the softness.
Dr. Richards arranged the blanket over her knees before he sat down on a stool between her legs. Aware that her most private parts were now displayed to him, Coco attempted to pull her knees together. The supports didn’t allow that. She heard the ominous snap of more gloves.
“I’ll check your inner and outer labia, Coco, before looking inside.” His fingers moved over her sensitive skin, exploring all the spots she found arousing. Coco steeled herself not to react and failed.
At her sharp inhale, Roman moved to a position closer to the end where he could see. He slid a hand under the material to stroke the top of her thigh. “You’re doing so well, Little girl.”
“She is very responsive, Roman. That is wonderful. You will be able to lavish pleasure, a lot of pleasure, on her. Little girls need as many orgasms as possible. That keeps them happy and healthy,” Dr. Richards told him.
“Climaxes affect Littles’ health?” Roman asked.
“Definitely. Stress levels alone benefit from the release,” Dr. Richards told him before addressing Coco. “Coco, I’m going to place the speculum now.”
She heard a click and guessed he’d lifted it from the tray. The smooth blades of the device pressed into her and then, with clicks, they widened inside her. Coco blew out a shaky breath as the movement stopped.
“Good job, Coco. I’ll look around a bit. You’ll feel a gentle brush here and there as I do your pap smear. Now, some medicine inside you that may feel warm.”
A swab brushed something around her sensitive tissues. It felt normal at first but gradually built in heat. In a few short moments, Dr. Richards removed the device. “I’m going to check a few things here, Coco. You’ll feel my fingers inside you now.”
She swallowed hard when he stood and pressed two fingers deep into her. Dr. Richards pressed on her stomach in a few places before sitting back down on the stool.
“Coco, I’m going to test your responses. I need to make sure that everything works well. Your Daddy is right here. It’s okay to have an orgasm. In fact, we both hope you do, so my testing is beneficial.”
“What?” Words left her mind as Dr. Richards caressed her.
As that blasted heat built inside her, the doctor’s fingers moving on all her most responsive places tantalized her. Her Daddy’s hand moved under the blanket to brush her breasts and tease her nipples. Coco struggled to hold still and not respond. The overwhelming sensations eliminated any chance she had to stay in control.
“Ahhh!” Coco loudly moaned as her body shook with a massive orgasm that left her panting.
“Perfect responses, Coco. Your body is very healthy,” Dr. Richards assured her. “Last check. Roman, help Coco turn over to her side.”
“Good job, Little girl,” Roman praised her and kissed her forehead as he followed Dr. Richards’ moves to free her from the stirrups and guide her into the new position.
The doctor guided her knees up toward her chest and motioned Roman to press one arm against the side of the exam table to keep her legs bent into position. Roman rearranged the blanket, folding it up around her waist to expose her bottom completely.
Coco squeezed her eyes tightly shut. Another click made her tense. What had the doctor chosen from that tray?
“I’m going to check inside your bottom now, Coco. You’ll feel the scope. Try to relax,” Dr. Richards urged.
That wasn’t going to happen. Coco squeezed her muscles tight, trying to keep him out. A sharp swat stung the skin on her thigh, distracting her. She looked up to see her Daddy glowering at her.
“Be good, Little girl.”
Forcing herself to stop struggling, Coco slumped on the table. The scope moved into her, stretching her slightly. It wasn’t painful, just uncomfortable. She could feel Dr. Richards’ body heat radiating toward her as he leaned in to scan the display.