Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
She writes several things down on her chart and smiles. “Dr. Morgan will be in shortly.”
As soon as she leaves, Daddy lifts my chin. “See? Just a checkup. No need to worry.” He keeps a hand on my thigh as if I might fall if he lets go of me.
Moments later, the door opens again, and a distinguished man in his late forties comes in wearing a white lab coat.
“Hi there, sweet girl. You must be Melody.” He chucks me under the chin and lifts a hand to Daddy. “You must be Bentley Harbron. Nice to meet you.”
“You too,” Daddy responds.
“So you two arrived on our island yesterday, right?”
“Yes.”
“I hope your transition has been smooth so far?”
“So far.” Daddy smiles. “She’s done amazing. I’m really proud of her.”
“Is this her first experience with deep regression?”
“Yes. We were experiencing more and more behavioral issues at home. She’s been testing her boundaries and defying me at every turn lately. I thought a few months of regression would help her get back on track.”
Dr. Morgan smiles as he nods. “Usually works.” He winks at me. “Though I’ll warn you, after a summer on our island, some Littles don’t like to return to their old ways. They may fight every step of the way, but in the end it’s very rare they don’t end up far happier in an environment that includes more structure and less options.”
“That’s what I’ve told her.”
The doctor faces me and reaches out to feel my glands. “Head high for me, sweetie. Good girl.”
“How have you been disciplining her on the mainland?”
“Spankings and timeouts, but lately she’s been so naughty it’s hard to keep up.”
I flush at the way Daddy is talking about me. He’s right, but it’s embarrassing.
“Usually with the addition of extremely strict boundaries, most Littles tend to act up less often. However, stick to your guns. It might be hard for her for the first few days and weeks, but don’t tolerate sassiness or disrespect. A firm spanking followed by time spent with her nose to the corner in boredom should be enough of a deterrent. If not, come see me, and we’ll discuss other ways to curb her behavior.”
Daddy nods.
I stare at the floor.
The doctor lifts my chin again and looks into my eyes and nose and ears. “Open your mouth for me, sweetie. Wide as you can.”
I do as I’m told, and he looks at my throat. “Good girl.” He sets his instruments aside, and his hands come to the hem of my shirt. “Arms up.”
I shiver as he removes my T-shirt.
“Sit tall for me so I can listen to your heart.” He stands across from Daddy on the other side of the table and sets the cool disk of his stethoscope on my boob near my nipple. “Deep breath.” He moves the disk to another spot. “Again.”
This happens several more times on my chest and then my back.
When he’s satisfied, he sets a hand on my shoulder blades. “Lie back for me.”
Daddy holds my hand when I reach for him.
The doctor feels me belly all over. “Any issues with her bladder or bowels?”
“Not yet.”
“She’s urinating often?”
“Yes. So far. She was hesitant at first but hasn’t balked again yet.”
“Good. Bring her in if she isn’t wetting herself completely every few hours.”
After my conversation with Daddy last night about the many ways the doctor can force me to pee myself, I have no desire to test that possibility.
The doctor palms my diaper and squeezes it. It’s dry, but he doesn’t comment. “What about her bowels?”
“She hasn’t gone since we arrived.”
He nods. “It’s important for her to empty her bowels once a day. That’s much harder for her to let go of then wetting. What I recommend to all new patients is that you give her a suppository first thing every morning. You don’t even need to change her first. Just roll her to one side, reach under her diaper, and push the medicine up inside her bottom. Hold it there until it dissolves. She’ll fill her diaper within fifteen minutes, and she won’t have to spend half her time worrying about needing to go potty during the day when she’s maybe not at home.”
Daddy nods. “That will work.”
“I’ll give you a bottle of suppositories to take with you.”
I’m mortified by this discussion, but I say nothing.
Dr. Morgan faces me again as he takes a step close to my chest. “Can you lift your arms over your head, sweetie?”
I shiver as I do so because it makes me feel more exposed. My chest arches.
The doctor begins to check my breasts, his fingers moving around in a spiral from the outer swell toward my nipples.
When I flinch, Daddy grasps my wrists above my head in one hand and holds them firmly. “Stay still, baby girl,” he admonishes.
I’ve had breast exams before, but this is different. I don’t have the comfort of any gown at all, which leaves me totally exposed. Plus Daddy has never been in the room when I visit my obgyn, and he certainly hasn’t restrained me while the doctor examined my boobs.