Chapter Eight #2
“Like you thought your mom was.” Quinn leaned back from Cheyenne, “All of this,” he waved the air indicating the playroom, “it’s who I am and who you are.
We have this dynamic in our lives. I don’t spank or chastise you in front of people who would not understand and, therefore, bring you as little shame and embarrassment as I can.
You know we’ve talked about why I don’t publicly scene often.
I want to be the only one who looks on you that way. But sometimes...”
She nodded, finishing his sentence, “Sometimes, I push the issue. I want you to possess me and others to know.”
Quinn returned to the real issue. “You were bullied by an old school doctor who probably would never have said those things if your mom had been in the room. What seems to have happened is that you got scared during those few moments alone, and he made you feel ashamed because of it. You carried that all these years. From now on, we face our fears together, if we can, and you did it today. I’m proud of you.
As to the reason I don’t satisfy you fully before we are married, I have explained. ” Quinn gave her a scolding look.
“I know, I just don’t like your reasoning. I do feel better about the doctor’s office. I’m not ready to go for routine things, but emergencies, maybe.”
Cheyenne glanced over at Dr. Carter Taylor, who smiled and watched like a spectator. “It will come in time, I’m sure.”
“I’m sorry you had that experience with the doctor when you were so young. Is that why you don’t like to go now? Because when you are there alone, it triggers those same feelings of fear and vulnerability?”
“No, I mean, yes, a nurse is there now but only if I’m examined like a check-up.
Otherwise, I’m alone.” She examined her nails nervously.
“I would be mortified to ask for someone to be there with me for the little things like I didn’t trust the doctor.
” She looked at Quinn, her Daddy Dom for the evening, hoping he understood her.
“Why not get a female doctor?” asked Dr. Taylor.
She shrugged again. “Don’t laugh. I don’t like women being in authority over me. A male doctor can has an easier time directing me than a female.” she shrugged. “But don’t get me wrong, I love women are empowered like that. I’m messed up.”
Quinn made a growling sound that Cheyenne knew all too well meant he would revisit the subject again later.
“May I offer a solution?” asked Master Carter, seemingly oblivious to the exchanged looks.
Two sets of eyes landed on him, waiting for his solution.
“I think that you’re going to like this, Miss Cheyenne.
May I offer to be your doctor? That way, if you need Quinn to be your fiancé/husband, then he is.
If you require your Dom or your Daddy, I’m great with that as well. ”
“Yes,” said Quinn, “if you like that solution, I’m happy with it.”
“Well, it sounds all fine and good but Dr. Taylor, you’re a dom. I mean, a real, spank ‘em when they need it, dom. I’m not sure I’ll be okay with that.”
“That won’t be my place because you’ll have your Dom.
But,” he added with a cocky smile, “I won’t be reticent to suggest it or better yet, I could write a prescription for one.
Possibly, for stubborn problems, a maintenance dose of spanking as a preventative.
” He smiled and leaned over to kiss her forehead. “Is it a deal?”
Cheyenne looked at her Quinn with a scrunched-up nose. “Okay, deal,” she said. “No spankings, though.”
Master Carter laughed. “Can I talk to your daddy for a moment?” She nodded again and looked over at Quinn, who had his left eyebrow raised. She racked her brain to find out what she had missed.
“Oh, yes, sir. You can talk to my fiancé if I can have some tissue. Someone left a mess on my tailgate.” It was her turn to raise her eyebrow in chastisement as she reached to accept the tissues and a soft, furry bunny he brought out of his bag.
“Your what?” She glanced back at her lube-smeared butt. Carter grinned. She looked at the furry bunny oddly when he smiled and shrugged. “I had it just in case you needed it.” She grinned and rubbed its fur on her cheek as she went behind the screen to dress.
“Now we need a urine sample and to take her blood,” Dr. Taylor murmured regretfully.
“If I’m taking her on, I need a new baseline for my records.
I want to take this little sweetheart on as a patient, but that means starting right.
While I would much prefer it in my office, I thought it might be too much, too soon, so I came prepared. ”
Quinn nodded and waited for Cheyenne to reappear. He stepped back in front.
“Piscín, the doctor needs a urine and blood sample. We can go to his office or do it here.” Her head was already shaking her negative response.
“Do not be my cailín dána.” It was time to pull her back into the persona for a little bit longer. “Daddy is here, and I’ll hold you in my lap if it’s easier.”
“No. No. No. I’m not getting my blood taken, no needles. Ever.”
“Listen to me, beag amháin; you need to be my cailín maith. It’s for your health and if I have to roll you over first,” Quinn said, his eyebrow peaked again in warning, “I certainly will. Now do you want your new doctor to see you get another spanking?” He looked at her meaningfully before giving her a choice. “Here or at the doctor’s office?”
Her face was apple-red, dark and brilliant. The implications and choices were obvious. Be a cailín maith, good girl, and there’d be no problems. Be a cailín dána, a naughty girl, and she’d pay the price.
“Please, Daddy, please don’t make me,” she begged desperately.
Her daddy shook his head sadly and said, “Piscín, come crawl in my lap. Let me hold you so the doctor can get his sample. Then you can go to the bathroom in here. Is that okay? I’ll go in with you if you like. Yes? Will you do this for me?”
Amazed that she was crying real tears, she sniffed hard and took a deep breath. “Yes, Daddy, I will. Please don’t let it hurt. Don’t come in with me.” She straightened her shirt and looked up, “I can go to the bathroom by myself.”
Quinn took her hand. “Don’t worry, baby. It’ll be just fine. Let me be Daddy right now. Ready?”
“Okay, Daddy,” she agreed as she followed him to the big chair placed there for aftercare and let him draw her onto his lap to cuddle.
He brought her to face him and laid her head on his broad shoulder. His shirt was soft, not the leather vest and silky shirt he usually wore to the club. It was the same club green color in a soft-brushed cotton, making it comfortable and warm. His chest rumbled when he spoke low and calm.
“Piscín?”
“Yes, Daddy?” her response was muffled slightly as she answered from the security of his chest.
“Doctor Taylor needs your right arm. Just put it out and keep laying on me with your head the other way. You can’t move even if there’s a little prick, okay?”
“Don’t let me go,” she whispered.
“I won’t.” He slid his arm under and along hers, clasping her hand in a loving restraint.
SOMETIME LATER, WHEN aftercare was over, and Cheyenne was back to being Quinn’s submissive, no longer his cailín beag, her manner changed.
Doctor Taylor had become Master Carter again, and Quinn had dropped his daddy persona.
Sitting at a table near the club bar, Cheyenne was relaxed, and Quinn kept touching her in little ways as if to keep her close.
She joked and teased her friends and even their Dom friends.
It was as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
Later in the car on the way home, Quinn verified what they’d talked about in aftercare.
“So, if you need your Daddy, you’re going to be able to ask, right?”
“Probably, I mean, well, I just hope so.”
“I will shift to that persona if it’s obvious you need it or at least offer it.”
“I guess. It just seems so, um, weird, wrong. I don’t really think this is for me.
I mean, it worked tonight, in its own way but I’m not really a ‘Little.’ Not like Susan likes sometimes.
I don’t think it’s going to ever be a key dynamic for us, do you?
” Please understand. She turned to look out her window at the passing trees.
“I don’t think so, either, but I do like that you can go there if the need arises. I love how you trusted me to make this all right with you.” Quinn glanced over quickly and caressed Cheyenne’s thigh with his hand. She grasped it, bringing it to her lips.
Cheyenne looked at his face as the shadows were dispelled for a mere second by streetlights only to descend again as they passed by.
“I felt so important, cherished. I’m still self-conscious, though.
Pigtails, fluffy dresses, and all that I just can’t do but I love how it fills some empty place in me. ”
“You did an incredible job of falling into the play, and I do think it helped. We have a better plan in place in case you need to see a doctor. And if you need your Daddy to go, your new doctor won’t be freaked out by the switch in personas.
” He turned to her after he parked the truck in front of her building.
“I love you, Cheyenne; we’re going to work through this. ”
“I love you too,” she said fervently, hoping he was right as she leaned into his offered
kiss.