Page 309 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

A large warm hand landed on her side. “That was a pretty loud whimper, Panda Bear. Does your hip hurt?”

“A little, Daddy,” she whispered into the pillow. “I don’t need more medicine though. It’s okay.”

He chuckled. “Who makes that decision, Riley?”

“You do, Daddy.”

“Good girl. I think it would be a good idea for you to be a model Little today after the antics of yesterday, don’t you?”

She nodded and rubbed her forehead. “Yes, Daddy. I’m never drinking again.”

He chuckled. “You will, Panda. This pain will fade and you’ll imbibe again, but next time maybe not so much that you get drunk and hung over. Daddy intends to spend the day helping remind you what a bad idea that was.”

She pursed her lips, not looking at him, wondering how he was going to discipline her. She wasn’t surprised he would do so. She deserved it. But she had no idea what he had in mind.

“Did you think it was a good idea for you and your friends to share three bottles of mudslides?”

She shrugged against the mattress. It had seemed like the best idea in the world last night when they were all comparing their horrible days.

“That was a half a bottle for each of you. That’s a lot of alcohol for a Little girl.”

She groaned. She hadn’t thought about the math. He was right.

Suddenly, she remembered she was supposed to be somewhere this morning. She bolted to sitting, wincing hard as her head and her hip protested. “What time is it, Daddy? I’m supposed to meet with Tatiana at the tattoo parlor to go over some designs she asked me to do.”

He smoothed her hair back and cupped her face. “Don’t worry, Little girl. I saw it on your calendar and called Tatiana to let her know you weren’t feeling so well today. She said to tell you she hopes you feel better soon.”

Riley groaned as she dropped back onto her side in her crib. Not feeling well was an understatement.

Daddy felt her forehead. “You do feel warm, Panda Bear. Maybe you picked up a bug too.”

She shook her head. “No, Daddy. It’s just a hangover.”

“Mmm. I better make sure. At least if you really do take a sick day my words to Tatiana won’t be a lie.”

She held her breath as he patted her hip and walked away.

“Be right back,” he called over his shoulder.

She didn’t like the implications. Not at all. When she didn’t feel well, Milo had a tendency to go full Doctor Daddy on her. She was afraid she was about to get the entire package today as a punishment. He was obviously intent on pretending she really was sick from a virus or something just to make his point.

When he returned, she peeked at him and relaxed when she saw he was holding a bottle. The liquid inside was pink. That was a good sign.

“Here, Panda. Drink this. Your head will feel better if we get you hydrated. He patted her bottom as she brought the bottle to her lips. “Did you already empty your bladder, Little Panda?”

She nodded as she sucked down the cool liquid. She didn’t know what it was but it tasted heavenly. She was glad her mouth was occupied so she didn’t have to admit out loud that she’d wet herself several times in the night. She’d been too tired and her head had hurt too badly to call out for Daddy to take her to the bathroom.

Daddy removed her diaper, tugging it out from under her hip and leaving her on her side.

She knew what was coming next, so she didn’t protest as he parted her cheeks, rubbed lube on her tight bottom hole, and held a thermometer inside her.

She tried to block out the humiliation. This was her Daddy. He saw and touched every part of her, including her bottom. She knew he enjoyed the intimacy of medical play on occasion, and though she always protested, she secretly enjoyed it too.

Granted, it probably wasn’t a secret. After all, Daddy checked her pussy often when he played doctor with her. The fact that he always found her wet was what fueled him to continue.

She was just finishing the bottle when he finally removed the thermometer and held it up. “Slightly elevated. We don’t want to take any chances. I bet your tummy is unsettled from vomiting before you went to bed, isn’t it, Panda?”

She pursed her lips and shook her head just as her stomach grumbled. The sound was simply the settling of the contents of the bottle she’d just inhaled, but he knew that.

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