Chapter 14 #2
He raised the hem of her shirt over her head and folded the garment neatly on the tabletop.
Phineas removed her comfortable sports bra next.
She’d gotten used to wearing those at home during her treatments.
They adjusted easily as she lost weight and didn’t have any wires to poke her if she slumped ill on the couch or the bathroom floor.
He dealt with her leggings and panties so efficiently that Tiffanie was actually surprised when she stood naked in front of him.
“Don’t I get a gown?” she asked, half-joking, half-serious.
“No hiding from the doctor, Little girl. Let’s set your clothes on the rocker.” He carried her garments away.
With each step he took, Tiffanie felt more vulnerable and naked. Not in a horrible way but underlining that she was not in control of this situation. She noticed her panties sat on top of her leggings.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Princess.”
“Could you hide my panties under my leggings?”
“Why?”
“I don’t want you to see my panties.”
He scanned her slowly, reminding her she was completely naked in front of him. She shivered slightly, feeling exposed, even so, having her panties lying there for him to see was wrong. “That’s just how it’s done, Daddy.”
Chuckling, Phineas tucked her underwear out of sight. He winked at her as he returned to her side. “Better?”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome. Now, up on the table with you. I need to examine you closely.”
“I’m fine, Daddy.”
“I’m glad.” He drew the towel back from one half of the tray and revealed a stethoscope, a small penlight, and a tongue depressor, as well as a stack of gloves. Why would he need so many?
Phineas picked up one of the blue gloves and drew the stretchy material over one hand, snapping the stretchy protection into place. She jumped at the sudden, loud sound in the quiet room. Tiffanie swallowed hard as he pulled on the second one. This was actually happening.
Collecting the tongue depressor and the light, Phineas requested, “Open your mouth, Princess.” He took his time, pressing the thin wooden device on her tongue and examining her throat. “Say ah, Tiffanie.”
“Ahhh!” she repeated. With each step he guided her through, Tiffanie’s mind slid into the fantasy. Her focus centered on him.
He examined her eyes before pressing his hand to her forehead. “Hmm. You’re warm, Princess. I’ll have to check if you’re running a fever.”
“No, Daddy. I’m fine.” She rushed to assure him.
“The doctor knows best, Tiffanie,” he reminded her. His stern expression made her nod in agreement, even while his seriousness made her shiver with apprehension.
The stethoscope’s bell was cold against her skin as he listened to her heart and lungs. Her heart pounded inside her chest. Tiffanie took several deep breaths to calm herself. To her surprise, he pressed the now-warm end to her tummy.
“Can you hear my heart in my stomach, Daddy?”
“I’m listening to your bowels, Princess. They tell me you haven’t eaten enough today. The only thing I hear is an SOS for food.”
Uh oh. Tiffanie squirmed on the padded seat while glaring at her stomach that had ratted her out.
Phineas cupped her chin and raised her face until their gazes met. “You have to fuel your body to be healthy, Little girl. We’ll find something that you’d like for dinner in a bit. Okay?”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Alright. Time to stretch out on your tummy,” he announced, moving the tray over onto the small table next to her.
Automatically, she settled into place, allowing him to help her.
Relieved to have the front of her body concealed, she didn’t question why she had to lie face down.
She pillowed her forehead on her hands and heard a faint rustle.
Had her Daddy removed the towel completely?
Torn between wanting to peek and afraid of what she’d see, Tiffanie forced herself to keep her face pointed downward.
From here, she couldn’t check out the contents, but when he lifted items up to use them, she should be able to check them out when she looked to the side.
The click of a tube opening sounded behind her.
Before she could stop herself, Tiffanie glanced over her shoulder to spot Phineas squeezing a thick, clear substance on his gloved index finger.
Puzzled, she wondered what that was. The goo appeared to be…
Phineas parted her buttocks, supplying the last clue.
Lubricant. Before she could react, he dabbed the cold concoction on the tightly clenched opening he’d revealed and pressed his finger deep inside.
“No, Daddy!” she protested, trying to roll away from his touch. Why did that feel so incredible? Her pussy gushed with wetness as he applied the lubricant to the walls of her tight passage.
Phineas held her firmly in place. “No way, Little girl. If I have to, I’ll secure your hands and feet.”
“Like tie me down?”
“Restrain you, yes. Do you need that to behave?” he asked as he continued to rub his finger around inside her bottom.