Page 38 of Daddy's Pursuit
“Nice! What we like to see. Okay, honey, can you hop up here for this next part of the exam? And we might as well tug those shorts off, first.”
Iris gulped.
“Go on, honey. Be a big, brave girl,” Jack said. “Remember, Daddy has a surprise for you after we’re done here.”
It wasn’t the surprise that calmed Iris. It was the fact that Jack had referred to himself asDaddy. That made her feel as if she could tackle anything.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, unbuttoning her shorts and letting them fall around her ankles. She collected them and handed them to Daddy. After petting Benson one last time, she sat on the exam table, her legs dangling off the side and not coming anywhere close to touching the floor.
“Did Nurse Pam talk to you about making tinkles in your diaper, honey?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Can you do that for us?” the doctor asked.
She nodded.
“Good girl.”
It was so hard, with three people watching her, but somehow she forced her body to relax enough to cede control of her bladder. The sound of the stream filling her diaper seemed to echo in the boxy room, and she hung her head to blush.
The three Bigs acted as if it was the most natural thing.
“All finished?” the doctor asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Such a good girl. Lay down. We’ll take that wet thing off of you.”
She obeyed and when she was stretched out atop the table, she fought the urge to cover her face while Pam worked the tapes on the sodden nappy. Iris felt so exposed and vulnerable when it was peeled away, but oddly enough, she felt at peace with everything, too.
She was a Little at a doctor’s visit with Daddy. The world was as it should be; how she’d always dreamed of life unfolding.
“I’m going to clean you up, honey,” Pam said as she took a wet wipe out of a nearby container.
“We might as well get her temperature while the diaper is off,” Dr. Sellecca said.
What? Did that mean what Iris thought it meant?
It sure did. She found that out the moment the nurse finished cleaning her and then gently nudged her to roll over.
“Just lay on your tummy, honey. This won’t hurt. Don’t fight it, though. Relax.”
Lying on her stomach, she stared down, not wanting to see what was going on.
She could hear, though.
A latex glove snapped onto the nurse’s hand. A cabinet was opened and something retrieved.
“I’m just going to put a dab of jelly on your little hole, cutie. It won’t hurt. I promise.”
“Whoa!” Iris squealed as the gloved finger delivered the cold jelly.
“You’re doing so good,” Jack encouraged. “Daddy is very proud of you. Benson is proud, too.”
At hearing his name, the dog barked quickly. Iris giggled.
She was thankful for the moment of levity, because she was scared at what was coming next.
