Page 35 of Saving Little Jenna
"No, Daddy!" I pushed my lips out in a pout. "Don't you see how evil dentists are? They lie that your teeth are rotten, then steal them and exchange them with the tooth fairy for money. I once saw a dentist doing an evil laugh as he pulled out all of a young girl's teeth because he's made an arrangement with the tooth fairy to exchange them for money. It was in a colorful documentary. No, an exposé, if you will. By the end, you could barely understand what the poor girl was saying. I'm not going to the dentist and you can't make me."
Daddy chuckled and shook his head in amusement. "Did this colorful documentary happen to be a cartoon by any chance?"
I shrugged and continued to pout. "Might've been, but doesn't make it any less true."
I had put my foot down and nothing could change my mind.
"I was afraid it would come to this." He sighed and pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "Sweetheart, you know I only want the best for you. Sometimes it means stepping out of your comfort zone. I didn't want to bribe you, but it's the only way you'll learn to trust my judgment. If you're a good girl and come to the dentist, I'll reward you. You can sleep in Daddy's bed starting tonight. I know you've always wanted to but you're too shy to ask what you want. Not just that, Daddy will also reward you by touching you down there and making you feel good."
My eyes widened in excitement as I bounced, clapped, and wiggled in daddy's lap. Daddy was going to kill me by giving me everything I wanted all at once. I imagined Daddy fingering me and going down on me while calling me a good girl for listening to him. I was already wet and if I continued playing the image in my head, I was sure I would orgasm right there and then.
"Yes!" I shouted in joy with my arms in the air and hugged him. "I accept the rewards, so you can't take them back now. I'll gladly get all my teeth pulled if it means you'll touch me down there, Daddy. It won't be a nice look, but it'll all be worth the pain and horror."
On a positive note, no teeth meant Daddy would receive the blowjob of his lifetime.
He broke the hug and booped my nose. "Such a drama queen! You're Daddy's brave Little girl. You'll see, a visit to the dentist is nothing to be scared of."
As Daddy drove us, I squeezed onto Doggo tightly and sang a lullaby while doing a happy little dance in my seat. The joy of being eaten out later far outweighed the imminent fear of pain. I hoped Daddy's calm and soothing voice would be enough to calm me down if the pain became unbearable.
As we waited in the waiting room, I continued holding onto Doggo despite odd stares from other patients, one of whom laughed at my pigtails. I wanted to stay in my headspace because I knew I'd worry myself sick otherwise. Besides, as long as I had Daddy by my side, no amount of laughing or stares would make me feel embarrassed. Daddy said he wouldn't change a thing about me and it was all I needed.
Nevertheless, times like these were a clear reminder of how much society needed to change. Michael had told me how much he was tormented for being gay, even thinking something was horribly wrong with him and considering ending things. Society hated anyone straying from what it considered the norm, and it would gladly be willing to get rid of you before wanting to change.
When my number blinked on the little monitor, I held onto daddy's hand and skipped as I led the way. Turning around, I saw the woman looking at me in disgust and it only made me giggle. I had endured a lifetime of horror, so a little side-eye from a stranger wasn't going to ruin my day as she wanted.
Once in, I continued skipping and jumped onto the examination table. "Hi, Doctor Luke! I'm Jenna and Uncle John speaks highly of you."
"Such a sweet little girl!" Luke smiled at Daddy and took a seat next to me. "If only every patient was as sweet as you. The one before you was super rude."
I giggled. "Yes, I'm a good girl. I was super nervous, but Daddy promised to reward me for coming here. So feel free to pull out all my teeth if it comes to that. As long as I get to take my teeth home for the tooth fairy and exchange it for money, we're good. I know dentists make a deal with the tooth fairy, but I hope you can make an exception. "
Doctor Luke laughed and looked at Daddy. "You've got a brave little girl here, Clark. I get an occasional Little from the club to visit me here, but none of them are so calm and eager."
He soon turned to me and put a torch in my mouth as he checked my teeth one after the other. Blowing air with a small tool, he searched for the painful tooth until he found it.
"Owie!" I yelled and put a hand on my jaw when air blew on one of my molars.
Moving away, he switched the torch off and nodded reassuringly with a smile. If dentists were so kind in real life, my fears had been unreasonable all along.
"Just as I thought, it's a sensitive tooth." He began scribbling on a paper. "Your teeth are in great condition for someone's first visit. I advise you to switch to a soft toothbrush. Don't brush too hard and no longer than two minutes. Until your tooth heals, no foods that are too hot or too cold. So no more ice cream. I know Littles love anything sweet, but it'll make things worse. I'll write you a painkiller but only use it if the pain is unbearable."
Two minutes? I'd been brushing them for ten minutes all my life. Daddy was right when he suggested a visit to the dentist once a year. It wasn't as scary as all the cartoons had made them out to be.
"You deserve something for being such a good girl and staying still." Handing the prescription to Daddy, he fetched me a pink balloon.
"A balloon!" I cooed, pawing it to watch how it flew back to its original position. "It's crazy how it's so big yet light as a feather."
I knew not to mention that it was my first time seeing or holding one. I was slowly getting into a habit of not speaking my mind around other people. It was a sign I was adapting to living in society.
Just a few weeks ago if I had known I'd be around so many strangers, I would have freaked out. But here I was, going on about my new happy life as if nothing about my past was unusual.
I looked over at the jar of candy within my hand’s reach and stuck my lower lip out in a pout. "Wasn't I good enough to get candy too, Doctor Luke?"
"That's just for the naughty ones who refuse to sit still," he whispered as he placed a finger on his lips. "But let's keep it a secret. There’s no need to let them know. Candy rots teeth and if your teeth are healthy the next time, you'll get one."
"Look, Daddy!" I said, turning to Daddy. "Look what the doctor gave me for behaving."
Daddy chuckled and scooped me up in his arms, giving me a quick peck on the lips. "I know, sweetheart. I was right here. I'm so proud of you for behaving and being good. Didn't I tell you that you'd be glad you listened to me? Keep that in mind the next time you want to defy Daddy."
