Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Isabella
Sadistic son of a bitch.
Of course, I keep that thought to myself. I’m not keen for a repeat of the punishment I just endured, especially so soon. Not with my bottom still aching and my throat still raw from swallowing Daddy's cock.
But even with all that, there’s a part of me that longs for the comfort of his arms again. Having him join me in the bath was an unexpected turn of events, but I can’t deny the warmth and security I found in his arms. Now, standing in the middle of my closet in nothing but a diaper, all I want is to be held again.
The logical part of me recognizes how dangerous that longing is. If I let myself fall into his trap, if I let myself actually feel something for the man who kidnapped me and is holding me hostage on this island of perversion, escaping will be that much harder. Better, by far, to keep my distance as much as possible.
So even though my chest is aching, I refuse to ask him to hold me. Instead, I watch as he scans the rows and rows of dresses in front of me before choosing a pale green that almost matches the walls of my nursery. Like the pink dress yesterday, this one has layers and layers of tulle, making it puff out around me.
Only this time, when I give Daddy my obligatory twirl in front of the mirror, I notice how short the dress is. Victoria and Juliet’s dresses both fell to about mid-thigh, but mine… mine does not even cover my diaper.
Frowning at my reflection, I tug at the dress, trying everything in my power to pull it down. At least low enough to hide the fact that I’m wearing a freaking diaper. There’s absolutely no way I can go out in public like this.
“Stop fussing, Isabella. You’re going to wrinkle your pretty dress.”
“But it’s too short!”
“Nonsense. It’s exactly the length I want it to be.” Bending, he plucks me off the ground, balancing me on his hip as he smiles widely. “You look adorable, little doll. But we need to get going so we aren’t late for your appointment.”
There’s no point in denying myself the comfort of his embrace if I’m already in his arms, so I bury my face in his neck with a deliberately pitiful sniffle. “Don’t wanna go.”
“I know, little one. But remember what we said? If you’re a good girl for the doctor, Daddy has a surprise for you after.”
“I don’t want a surprise.”
Chuckling, he pats my diaper-covered bottom as he carries me down the stairs. “You say that now, but Tori and Juju will be very disappointed if you miss out.”
The thought of seeing my friends again does lift my spirits a bit. If nothing else, maybe we can get away from the Daddies long enough for me to ask some more questions about Juju’s failed escape attempt. Knowing what hasn’t worked in the past might help me plan better.
Either way, it’s clear no amount of whining or pouting is going to get me out of my appointment. Daddy doesn’t even hesitate as he carries me out the front door to the waiting car, where he climbs into the backseat and holds me captive on his lap while we drive.
As the woods around us give way to pretty streets lined with buildings, I twist in his arms to look out the back window. All of the buildings are made of immaculately kept brick, nearly uniform but for the signs on each building. A boutique, a candy shop, a cafe, a toy store. Everything, I imagine, a Little girl could dream of.
The car slows then stops in front of one of those nearly identical buildings. Instead of a sign, this one simply has “Doctor’s Office” painted on the large picture window.
Dread settles like a rock in my stomach and I immediately press myself against Daddy, squeezing his neck for all I’m worth. Maybe, maybe if I can convince him I’m truly and utterly terrified of what waits for me in that building, he’ll relent.
“Shhh, my little doll. Daddy’s right here. You know I’d never let anyone harm you, right?”
“Please don’t make me go!” Without me even meaning for it to, my voice pitches up, making me sound very much like a frightened Little girl. “I’m scared!”
“That’s perfectly alright, little one. Daddy will help you be brave.”
My heart shouldn’t leap at that declaration. Not when he’s the whole reason I’m here to begin with.
And yet, leap it does, and my entire body loosens as well, like he’s somehow commanded my muscles to believe him even when my head still strongly disagrees.
He somehow manages to climb from the car with me still in his arms, giving a nod to the driver whose name I haven’t yet learned as he carries me into the building. The stark white waiting room is cleaner than any doctor’s office I’ve ever visited. And emptier. There isn’t a single soul to be seen other than the pretty, smiling blonde sitting behind the reception desk.
“Good morning, Mr. Drake! And this must be our newest resident, Isabella. Dr. D is almost ready for you if you’d like to come back so I can take Isabella’s vitals.”
“Of course. Say hello to Millie, Isabella.”
The last thing I want is to make nice with yet another person who will be taking part in my humiliation, so I bury my face in Daddy’s neck, refusing to acknowledge Millie.
“Isabella. You’re being very rude.”
It’s the hard edge to his voice even more than the words themselves that has my muscles tensing. Even still, I can’t bring myself to greet this new tormentor.
The sound of a door opening greets my ears, followed by Millie’s cheerful voice. “It’s okay, Mr. Drake. Some Littles are just a bit more shy than others. I don’t take it personally. If you’ll please follow me.”
“Thank you, Millie. I’ll be sure to let Dr. D know how helpful you’ve been today.”
“Oh, um, thank you, Mr. Drake.” Millie’s voice rises to a squeak. “I would appreciate that very much. He’s been in a bit of a mood since he got back to the island.”
Great. The sadistic doctor is in a bad mood. Just my luck.
Beneath me, Daddy’s chest vibrates with laughter. “I believe our good doctor is getting set in his ways here on the island. It wouldn't surprise me if he decides to stop traveling and close his practice on the mainland altogether.”
“God, I hope not.” Millie gasps, and even though I’m not looking at her, in my mind’s eye I imagine her slapping a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with horror. “Oh, please don’t tell him I said that. I love my job, it’s just… well, it’s nice to get a break every now and again.”
“Your secret is safe with me, Millie. I know Doctor D can be a bit… difficult.”
“Intense is the word I’d use,” Millie says with a small sigh. “Anyway, enough about that! I need to take Isabella’s blood pressure and then we can take her temperature. Would you like me to do that or would you like to learn?”
“I would prefer to take her temperature myself. I have done it before, but I would appreciate any pointers you may have for me.”
“Excellent! Could you please have Isabella turn around for me?”
Gripping my waist, Daddy tries to lift me up but I cling to him even more tightly, refusing to budge.
“You need to turn around, little doll.” His voice is surprisingly gentle as he nudges me again. “Daddy will be right here with you the whole time.”
“Don’t wanna,” I mumble against his neck.
“I know. But unless you want Daddy to take your diaper off and spank you right in front of Millie, I suggest you do as I say.”
Even as he threatens me, his voice retains that soft, soothing cadence. Somehow, it’s even more unsettling than when he’s harsh with me, and against my will I tremble in his arms for a moment before slowly pulling myself away.
“That’s my good little girl,” he coos, lifting me up and settling me on his lap again so I’m facing Millie. “You’re being so brave for me, little doll. You just need to be brave for a while longer.”
Millie’s expression is far more sympathetic than I would have expected, given her role on the island. Shouldn’t the “nurse” be just as cruel and sadistic as the doctor? Or is this some kind of “good cop/bad cop” thing, meant to keep us on our toes?
With a tenderness that further contradicts what I assumed Millie would be like, she wraps the cuff around my upper arm and squeezes the pump in her hand while she listens to my pulse. Curious, I watch as she takes my blood pressure and notes it down in the computer.
“Don’t you have one of those machines that does that automatically?”
Millie rolls her eyes. “I’ve been begging for one, but Doctor D insists on doing everything the old-fashioned way. Speaking of, we need to take to your temperature now. Mr. Drake, would you prefer to put her on the table or on your lap?”
What’s so old fashioned about taking someone’s temperature?
Before I can voice my question, Daddy flips me over his knee and strips my diaper from me, leaving all of my most private parts exposed to yet another complete stranger.
I’m starting to sense a theme.
“Daddy! What are you doing?”
“Getting my Little girl ready to have her temperature taken. Settle down, Isabella.”
“No!” Kicking my legs, I struggle against his hold, but two sharp swats to the backs of my thighs do what his scolding could not and I immediately go still.
“Do you need your bottom spanked again, little girl?”
“N-no, Daddy.”
“Good. You’ll need to be very still so you don’t hurt yourself while Daddy takes your temperature.”
“But this isn’t how you take a temperature!”
Chuckling, he runs a hand over my bottom and gives the still-sore flesh a hard squeeze. “It is for Little girls. Now stay still, or you’ll be getting your temperature taken with a red-hot bottom.”
For a moment, I’m tempted to fight back, to struggle my way off his lap and run for the door. But the logical side of my brain takes over and I’m well aware I would never make it off his lap, never mind even halfway to freedom before he managed to catch me and spank me. And my last spanking is still fresh enough in my mind to win my obedience.
I sag over his knee with a sigh. “Yes, Daddy.”
“There’s my good little doll. Millie?”
“Yes, sir. This is the thermometer you’ll be using. Just dip the end here in the Vaseline and then slowly twist it into her bottom. You don’t want to just push it in there.”
I should probably be grateful for that piece of advice, but I’m not. I hate Millie for what she’s doing, even if she is pretending to be nice about it.
Without meaning to, I clench my bottom cheeks together as Daddy tries to spread them apart. The move earns me a heavy sigh and another squeeze of my aching bottom. “Isabella. You are sorely testing my patience right now, Little girl. Relax your bottom.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m not trying to be naughty!” To my utter humiliation, tears well in my eyes as I try to relax my muscles. “I’m just scared!”
The admission comes as a loud wail, embarrassing me even further. “If you keep clenching, it’s going to hurt more than it needs to, little one. And if you make this harder than it needs to be, there will be no surprise after we’re done here. We will go straight home for a spanking and a nap. Am I understood?”
Sniffling, I nod. “Y-yes, Daddy.”
Little by little, I’m able to unclench my bottom enough for him to spread my cheeks wide with one hand while the other pushes the thermometer against my exposed hole. A sob rises up in my chest at the pinch of pain when the thin column presses deeper into my bottom.
“Daddy, it hurts! Please stop!”
“It will only hurt for a moment, little one.”
Crying quietly now, I force myself to breathe, to just breathe. And then, to my great relief, the pain does fade, leaving behind only an odd fullness.
“There we go.” Pride echoes in Daddy’s voice as he gives my bottom a gentle pat. “What a pretty picture you make, little doll. As a matter of fact… Millie, will it affect the reading at all if I move her?”
“Um, no, sir. It shouldn’t.”
“Perfect.”
And then I’m in the air again, crossing the room to a corner where Daddy puts me on my feet.
“Face the corner and hold your dress up so I can see the thermometer, little one.”
Head down, shame washing over me, I do as I’m told, raising my dress up to my waist. Daddy shifts behind me and then I’m in his arms again as he carries me back to the chair and drapes me over his lap once more.
“I couldn’t resist a picture of my naughty little doll with a thermometer in her bottom,” he teases with another gentle pat for my exposed bottom. “We’ll need to find some more poses for you. I’d love a whole wall covered with pictures of my Little girl.”
An alarm beeps, cutting off whatever response I might have given. “You can take the thermometer out now, Mr. Drake.”
Relief washes over me as the full feeling disappears and Millie declares my temperature and blood pressure to be “perfect”.
But that feeling of relief only lasts a few seconds, right up until I hear another, much colder voice speak.
“Good morning, Isabella. I’m Doctor D.”