Page 29 of Lacey's Daddy
I’m still trying to absorb everything he’s saying, but he removes my diaper at the same time, and it distracts me. My heart is pounding as he guides my feet into stirrups and spreads my legs wide, exposing my private parts.
The doctor pulls a stool between my legs and sits at a level that allows him to examine me so intimately I think I might die.
Daddy sets his free hand on my tummy. “Deep breaths, Little one. The doctor needs to examine all of you.”
I can’t breathe at all, deeply or otherwise.
Dr. Morgan’s gloved hands part my folds. “Your Daddy tells me you haven’t had penetrative sex yet. Is that right, Little one?”
My breath hitches as I nod.
“I’m going to ask you some very personal questions, Little one, because I don’t want to hurt you. Has anything been inside your vagina?”
I shake my head. My face is burning hot.
“No one has put a finger in you?”
I shake my head again.
“And you haven’t explored yourself and pushed a finger inside?”
Another shake.
“What about other objects? Toys? Vibrators?”
Holy moly. I’m so embarrassed, not just from the discussion but also because my lack of experience even touching myself is nerve-wracking. Ever since Daddy showed me how good it feels to have my pussy touched, I’ve thought about it nearly nonstop. I’m kind of kicking myself for not having explored this side of myself on my own, but there’s no way I would have ever done so in my tiny bedroom with no door.
“Do you use tampons or pads, Lacey?”
I can’t hold back my emotions at that last question. “Neither,” I whisper as tears gather. I’m so pitiful. “I had a few pads from the school when I first got my period, but then I just used wash clothes after that.”
Daddy’s hands stiffen against me. I know he tries very hard not to get angry about my plight, but this revelation makes his jaw tighten. He’s mad on my behalf. I know he is.
“Okay,” Dr. Morgan says. “I’m not going to put anything up inside her vagina today. I don’t think it’s necessary. When and if she’s ready to have vaginal intercourse, you’ll need to take care preparing her.”
Daddy nods.
Dr. Morgan addresses me again. “As for your period. There are several options. For diapered Littles, there’s no need for pads or tampons, but if you want to explore birth control options, one of those would be an injection. It would keep you from ovulating, and for most women, it also stops their period.”
I’ve never considered birth control, but the thought of not bleeding onto a cloth every month sounds intriguing. Wearing a diaper is embarrassing enough. I don’t want to bleed into it also.
Daddy leans over and looks me in the eyes. “We don’t have to decide anything today. Dr. Morgan is just giving you options. We’ll talk about it more another day, okay?”
I bite my lip and give him a slight nod.
“Good girl.” He smiles at me for the millionth time, and it warms me and makes me feel better.
“Has she had regular bowel movements?” Dr. Morgan asks, changing the subject to something more horrifying than my cycle.
I squeeze my eyes closed.
“Yes. We started bottles Friday night. Her body is purged of everything that was in her by now,” Daddy tells him.
“Good. Don’t introduce any foods for a while. Let’s get her regulated and get her weight up. I want her to empty her bowels regularly, though. I’d suggest using a suppository every morning for a while until her body adapts.”
“Sounds good.”
Sounds good? I don’t think so. I don’t even know what a suppository is.
