Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
She stomped into the nursery and crossed her arms over her chest. “Okay, I’m here. What now?”
“Lose the attitude, Little girl. Before you go back to the ballroom, I need to make sure you’re healthy after getting so weak from the heat.”
“How?”
“If your temperature is in the normal range, you should be safe to work as long as you have frequent water breaks.”
Essie relaxed. Was that all? “That’s easy.” She brushed her hair off her forehead. Zander moved closer with empty hands, confusing her. He reached for her waistband and unfastened her pants.
Dancing away, Essie asked, “What are you doing?”
“Getting you ready to take your temperature.”
“What are you talking about?” she asked in exasperation.
Zander retrieved the keys from his pocket and gestured for her to follow him. Walking a short distance to the mirrorless dresser, he ran his hand over the side of the heavy wooden piece. His fingers stopped about six inches down from the top, and he inserted the small key into an opening she’d never noticed and twisted it.
A large section of wood popped out, revealing shelves. Essie immediately recognized the wooden box that held the set of plugs. She let out a gasp.
“That’s the hidden compartment?” she asked.
“Yes. Edmund stored several important items in here.”
On the bottom shelf, she spotted a leather case. Zander removed it and unzipped the sides. He opened the container to lay flat on the dresser. Essie’s gaze landed on a large, oversized thermometer with a rounded bulb on the end. She swallowed hard, instantly nervous.
“Edmund filled this storage area with health implements: the plugs, an enema syringe, a thermometer, a gynecological speculum, among other implements. All are in great shape and will allow me to care for you.”
As he’d announced various tools, Essie’s heart raced. He wouldn’t really use those things on her, right? She eased backward a step and stopped, squeezing her inner thighs together as her body reacted to her secret fantasies coming true. “I don’t need those.”
“They aren’t meant for you to use. They’re Daddy’s tools to monitor your health. Let’s get your pants off so Daddy can check your temperature.”
“No.” She shook her head emphatically.
“Yes, Little girl. You can cooperate, and this will take ten minutes of your busy schedule, or you can argue and lose. That will waste twenty minutes for your spanking, ten minutes for you to stand in the corner to reflect on your bad behavior, and ten more for me to take your temperature. How much time do you wish to spend in here? Ten minutes or forty?”
“Daddy, I’m super busy.”
“And you were extremely sick yesterday and lost an afternoon to get things ready. Your health comes first.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to take your temperature the most accurate way for Little girls. In your bottom. Ten minutes and you’re finished if the result is in the normal range.”
“I don’t want to have anything in my bottom,” Essie said, clenching her bottom. She could still remember how wearing that plug had made her feel—on edge, aroused, invaded. Even now, her panties were damp. He’d see them, and she couldn’t hide that she was turned on.
“You’re protesting a lot, Little girl. Do you think Daddy doesn’t understand that having something in your bottom excites you?”
She shook her head, denying his words. He couldn’t know that.
“Lying to Daddy will get you into bigger trouble than you’re already in.” Zander tugged her forward by her waistband and unfastened her pants.
Frozen in place, Essie couldn’t decide what to do. She bit her lip, torn between her desires, his instructions, and her embarrassment.
Zander leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. “Let Daddy worry about everything. Simply be Little.”
She trusted Zander. He would take care of her. She exhaled and nodded.
“Good girl.” Zander guided her to the dresser and pulled a padded mat from behind the piece of furniture. It fit perfectly over the hard wooden top. The addition provided a small ledge in front. Zander shifted the thermometer case to that spot.
Before she could panic, he lifted her into his arms and placed her on her side, facing the wall. A few seconds later, he raised her top buttock and dabbed cold lubricant on her small, hidden opening. Zander held her securely as he pushed the large, rounded bulb of the thermometer deep into her bottom.
Essie shivered at the cold feel of the glass tube inside her. He twisted and twirled the device inside her, keeping her focused on the invader inside her. Each moment with Zander illustrated how completely he planned to care for her as his Little girl. That thought thrilled Essie while simultaneously scaring her. Could she be that brave?
As if sensing she was worrying, Zander distracted her with a few additional twirls of the device inside her. Soon, he announced, “That’s the perfect spot. Ten minutes, Little girl. This isn’t so bad now, is it?”