Chapter Eight
“Now then,” said Dr. Taylor as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. “I’m going to touch you with my hands first.”
“Let me look at your fingers, yep, there are ten, and look, ten toes too,” he exclaimed to the answering laughter of his little patient. “Now, we next bend all your fingers, toes, legs, and nose.”
Cheyenne screeched her laughter. “Noses are not supposed to bend, Dr. Taylor.” What a silly man.
“Oh, I see. Thank you for telling me. Now, I’ll try bending your arms and neck, will that be okay?”
The exam went on the way it started until they came to the touchy parts of the body. He spoke matter-of-factly.
“Now, Cheyenne, I think I have looked, touched, listened and wiggled almost every part of you except a couple of places. Do you know where that is?”
“Um, I think so. Do you have to? I mean, Daddy says I’m not to let anyone else touch me.” She looked to her Daddy for agreement.
“She’s right, Doctor. I’m very strict about that rule.” Her daddy stepped closer to her and leaned down to see her eyes. “Except, doctors who help keep us well. Dr. Taylor is your physician, so I think we ought to let him do his job.”
“I don’t want him to do it. Will you hold me, Daddy?”
“Okay, why doesn’t Daddy hold you in his lap for this part of the exam and we can get this over quickly.”
Cheyenne nodded, and no one chastised her for her lapse.
Quinn wrapped her tight as Carter finished his check for lumps, bumps, and sensitivity, giving Quinn the thumbs-up sign completely missed by the young lady with her eyes shut tightly.
She wanted to throw her hands up over her ample breasts and keep them covered, but she knew it was part of a woman’s exam; well, a womanly Little.
The final two areas of examination were her bottom secrets.
“I’m just going to look at your girlie parts to make sure they appear okay. We will need to discuss coming to the office of a friend of mine for the rest of that examination. I can do that, but I don’t think we need go there today. Good. All appears normal. Now, one last place.”
“No, Daddy, please, not my bottom. I don’t want my bottom checked. It’s okay, I promise.” Cheyenne’s expression pleaded with Quinn, and he gave her a sad little smile.
“You need to continue to make me proud like you’ve been doing. Don’t start being naughty now, piscín. I have been so pleased with you until this part of the exam. Don’t ruin it by fighting the doctor.”
“I think we need to put her back on the table for this.”
“No, Cheyenne and I have a way we play sometimes. Beag amháin, get up and lay over the arm of this chair, putting your face in my lap. Daddy isn’t going to spank you or plug you.
The doctor just needs to see you. You know how, piscín.”
His voice, the familiar position, and his warm hands rubbing her exposed back as she held her bottom open relaxed her.
She was with her daddy, and he always took care of her.
Nonetheless, she held her breath, for it to be over fast. It was embarrassing to be showing her girly parts to anyone but Daddy.
The muscles in her bottom tensed and then relaxed as she felt a cool lube dribble over her warm bottom.
Next, a gloved hand patted her bottom and guided her before words were spoken.
“Hold still, honey, that’s it.”
“Please, do I have to do that? I have a funny tummy. I need to go potty.”
“I’ll be as fast as I can, little one.”
She just nodded and in no time, she was being stood on her feet. Relieved, she looked to see that Dr. Taylor was disposing of his gloves and washing his hands.
Quinn leaned down. “How are you doing, piscín?” Cheyenne looked up into his face and smiled.
“Nothing happened. I did it. I finished the whole thing.” Her eyes brightened. “Do I get a reward?”
Quinn stopped for a second, thinking before he spoke. “When we are done here, and I take you to another room, we can play. But not here and not now. Time for a little patience.”
“Ugh, no, now, please? I need you to make me relax now, away from everyone, as soon as the doctor leaves.” She whispered, “I need it now. Can’t we be done now and send the doctor away?
” Cheyenne wasn’t sure she had ever felt so desperate in her life.
She needed to come. She needed praise. She needed reassurance. She needed Quinn.
“It’s a good thing to learn to wait. We need to be finished with this scene that it seems you have bounced out of a bit too quickly. We will fulfill your needs when I say.”
“You always say that. You don’t want me to wait; you just don’t want me.
You’re just mean; you don’t want me. You don’t take care of me.
You don’t really love me. I’m done with this scene now.
I’m just done, period. You want done with me.
Then fine. Only my father loved me anyway.
I should have known you were like all the others.
I know. I have to do things myself because I’m a big girl.
” Her words said it, but they were spoken by the Little girl she professed to be done with.
The words rushed out like a waterfall of yuck.
She was not totally out of her persona, but she didn’t realize it.
She clenched her fists in anger and rejection.
Those damn tears slid down her face, hot and fat, making it a race to chase each other to her chin, only to drop off.
Those were soon mingled with her dripping nose that she tried to wipe with her partially clad arm to little effect.
She pushed at her daddy as he closed in on her space, pulling his shirttail out to clean her face. She didn’t allow it.
“MY BUBBLE IS BURSTING,” Cheyenne proclaimed loudly, just as she had done as a small child when anyone got too close or in her way.
She put her arms out and turned in a windmill action, clearing the surrounding space.
She wanted to hurt him, as she was hurting.
She wanted him to feel the same rejection she felt.
“It isn’t the only thing about to be busted,” responded an angry daddy, but in his deceptively too calm voice.
Cheyenne quickly looked up into dark, storming hazel eyes and understood she had stepped over the line.
What had she told him? He chose to leave her unfulfilled in all ways because, in essence, he didn’t love her?
He was like the other people in her life who had let her down?
What had she done? Where had that come from?
Wide eyes and two hands covered her mouth.
She shook her head slowly at first and then more rapidly.
The hype that she was beginning to fall into was suddenly deflated as she felt the air whoosh out of her balloon of emotion.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured. “Yellow.”
Quinn immediately grabbed her and pulled her to him, holding on tight.
“Shh. I know. Something happened.”
“I don’t know why I said all those nasty things to you. You always take care of me even when I don’t want you to, especially then.” She shared a quick little saucy grin and shook her head slightly. “I don’t think those things about you.”
Quinn put his hands on both sides of her face, kissed her nose and quickly kissed her salty, tear-coated lips before wiping them with his shirttail.
“I love you, and I have no doubt that you know that and that you love me. In fact, it’s because you trust me so much that you’re able to spew such bile because you know it won’t even rattle the foundation of my love, not even a little.
” He continued to wipe her face. His eyebrows lifted. “But it is still naughty.”
He looked into her eyes and waited. She wanted to acknowledge that what he said was true, but something inside was stuck.
She messed everything up. He’s just being nice now.
Quinn leaned his forehead against hers and wrapped his arms around her body, holding her tightly to him before kissing her forehead and leaning back to look into her eyes.
“I think,” speculated the doctor, “that you misunderstood something that happened in the doctor’s office sometime when you were little.”
“I was mortified, and I had an older doctor who didn’t really want to listen to my fears, he just said for me to toughen up.
I was embarrassed that he thought I was a baby because I was scared.
I started crying, and that was even more humiliating.
My mom had gone to get something that the doctor needed or whatever.
I felt she left me because she didn’t care about my feelings.
When she came back into me crying, we still finished the exam and then went home.
It was my mom’s responsibility to protect me, and she didn’t say anything but “you’re fine.
Let’s just get this over with and go home. ”
“Oh, baby, I would never allow you to be alone. Or discount your feelings. You weren’t alone here.”
“But I was embarrassed, and you allowed that,” she said accusingly.
“Listen to me very carefully, Cheyenne. You’re the love of my universe.
I would protect you with my life. I’d take all-comers to keep you safe.
I don’t humiliate you for humiliation’s sake unless we are playing, or you’re naughty, or both.
Sometimes it’s to show you and everyone that I’m your Dom, and you’re my piscín.
Today, it was because you needed to face your fears in a safe environment if you could.
You were self-conscious, and yet you were more clothed than when we play, normally.
And you’ve shown just as much before, with others close by. ” He hugged her tightly again.
“But it felt like you were joining in with the doctor.”