Page 32 of Eloise's Daddies
Daddy shakes his head. “Nothing we’ve noticed.”
Dr. Pedersen is thorough anyway as if I hadn’t just had a breast exam at the beginning of the week. He palpates every inch of my small boobies before flattening one palm between them to hold me steady while he pinches one of my nipples. He grips it so hard I moan.
I turn my head toward my Daddies. “Hurts, Papa,” I complain.
He strokes the top of my head. “You’re being such a good girl.”
I cry out when Dr. Pedersen switches to pinching the other nipple. He pinches it so much harder than Dr. Morgan did the other day. He holds it longer too, twisting it and pulling on it until I can’t breathe.
When he finally releases my swollen little bud, I suck in a deep breath. He shifts his attention down to my pussy. “Do you want to use a strap across her hips?” he asks Dr. Morgan.
“There’s probably enough of us to hold her steady.” Dr. Morgan shifts his attention to Daddy. “If you hold this leg open and put firm pressure on her hip, Dr. Pedersen can do the same on the other side while I insert a catheter.”
I stop breathing. “Papa?”
He strokes my forehead. “It won’t hurt, sweet girl. It’s just a small tube that goes up into your little pee-pee hole to let your urine run out.”
My bottom lip trembles. I thought I had been thoroughly turned on the last time I was here, but I was wrong. I’m embarrassingly aroused right now from the exposure and the nipple stimulation. But the idea of the doctor putting a tube in my pee-pee hole is scary.
Daddy and Dr. Pedersen hold me wide open and keep me from moving a single inch while Dr. Morgan parts my labia and pulls the hood back from my clit.
I’m soaked. I can feel it running down toward my butt crack.
When Dr. Morgan nudges something against a spot above my pussy, I whimper.
“It will feel odd at first,” he informs me, “but it won’t hurt. Most Little girls enjoy having their urethra penetrated. It’s so close to your clitoris that the sensation can be stimulating.”
I don’t watch as he slides something inside me. The stretch is so weird. Nothing has ever been in my pee-pee hole before. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s tight and odd feeling.
“There,” he declares. “All done.”
When I glance down, I’m surprised to see a small tube coming out of my body. He flips a valve on the side, and my pee pee starts running out. I feel relief from my bladder, but it’s very humiliating being forced to release my urine into the bag Dr. Morgan hooks onto the side of the table.
“Okay,” he states. “Let’s get her on her side again. Knees bent like before. Wedge between them. But I want the top leg pushed farther toward her chest.”
I’m relieved to no longer have my legs spread so wide so everyone can see my pussy, but I’m nowhere near out of the woods here. I suspect things are going to happen that I can’t even imagine. Humiliating things that make my heart race and my pussy flood.
Is this why Dr. Pedersen joined us? Because my Daddies knew I’d react even stronger if more people were in the room.
Nurse Kelly keeps my hands stretched above my head, but she slides a soft pillow under me.
Papa cups my face. “You’re doing so well, sweet girl. Let the doctor examine your bottom now. Don’t fight it.”
I take a deep breath and hold it when Dr. Morgan touches my tight hole with a lubed finger.
Dr. Pedersen holds my hip steady so I can’t move. He also holds my butt cheek, pulling it with his fingers so I’m as exposed as possible.
I flinch when Dr. Morgan’s finger slides into me, willing him to be fast because I’m going to come on the table if he’s not. I try to think of anything else, but it’s hard when he continues speaking. “When was her last bowel movement?”
“This morning.”
“Okay. I won’t use a suppository first then. I’ll skip to the enema.”
I jerk in everyone’s grip. “Enema?” I cry out.
Papa holds me steady with a hand to my shoulder. “Deep breaths, sweet girl. Have you ever had an enema before?”
I shake my head, still wiggling as if I might be able to escape ten strong hands. “No. But I know what it is. I’ve heard the girls talk about them at the Ranch sometimes. I don’t want the doctor to put anything in my bottom, Papa. I don’t need it.” My heart is racing.
