Chapter Seven #2
Cheyenne took a shaky breath as the interlude ended and the scene immediately resumed. She tried to release into the role as she sought to hide her face in her daddy’s shirt when he would stand her up.
“Daddy needs you to be cooperative today, sweetie. I don’t want to have to spank you because you’re naughty. You haven’t been feeling well, and I need to know you’re healthy. This is Dr. Taylor, and you’re to address him as such or Sir. Understand?”
Cheyenne nodded her head but looked at her shoes. Already feeling as though she had lost more power than she had ever deemed possible, but also experiencing an irrational rush of warmth and love. It still confused her, but she accepted it at face value for now.
“Eyes on me and use your words.”
Looking up, she said, “Yes, Sir.”
She could feel herself sinking into the scene as she often did when it was too real to ignore.
For some unnamed reason, she knew she couldn’t ignore this issue any longer.
She had to address her fears. She had to toughen up and do this.
This safe environment was as good a place as any, but she still felt huge apprehension.
Dr. Taylor, who had been observing the internal battle, spoke as an indulgent uncle so Cheyenne would relax more.
“Now, my young lady, since the new office is all stocked and ready we can begin. I need you to remove your robe so I can do my exam.” He pulled out the tray, set with assorted items. “We need to get you up on the table.”
Panic flared up in her eyes as a sudden flame. “Um, I... I can’t, I... can’t you just examine me and not untie it?”
“I wish I could, honey, but I don’t have Superman’s eyes.
I can’t see through objects, so I have to look with my regular doctor eyes.
” Dr. Taylor took a step back. “You have your gown on so you should be fine. Oh,” he turned to Quinn and then back to Cheyenne, “before we go on any further, is it all right with you,” he hesitated in case it drew a yellow card again, “if Daddy stays?”
Cheyenne’s eyes grew large and panicky. She whipped around, grabbing Daddy’s waist, holding tightly and said, “Please, Daddy, if you left, I just couldn’t do it.” Her breathing picked up, and she turned her face into his shirt in a silent plea.
“Of course, I’m staying. I would never leave my cailín beag. Now let’s take off the robe.”
He reached down to help untie the robe and drew it off her shoulders, placing it on the arm of his chair.
“Piscín, you look a bit too puffy for just a gown.”
“Puffy?”
“Pull up your gown,” said her Daddy. And his tone was not a happy one.
Cheyenne bit her lip as she slowly pulled up her gown partway.
She peered at her daddy from under her lashes as she showed she had removed her tights but her short sundress, bra, and panties were still in place under the gown.
She took a step back and was in the process of taking another step away when, without a word, she was upended from standing to lying over his lap, the gown and dress tossed up, and three sharp swats hit her back cheeks.
Just as she was feeling the burn of his hand, she was again standing on her feet between his thighs. It had gone so fast she wasn’t sure it had happened, except the sting was in full force now, declaring its reality. She sniffled and looked at the floor to hide her embarrassment.
“Three items of clothing and three smacks, see how this is going to go, cailín dána?”
Cheyenne’s lip quivered, and she bit it hard, trying to control it and thereby her tears that were threatening.
It would be so embarrassing if she cried.
Older girls didn’t cry. Her daddy released her lip from its captive state and looked her gently in the eye.
He slid a comforting hand along her arm and soothed her back as she had seen him do for his nephews and nieces.
She felt a moment of irrational jealousy that relatives experienced his comfort for longer than she had.
She was his beag amháin. She gave him a wavering smile, which he returned.
“Sorry Daddy,” she whispered.
“I know. Now let’s take these off, shall we?”
Dr. Taylor spoke when she hesitated. “I’m sorry, honey.
I know that it’s uncomfortable thinking of being undressed with a man in the room.
A man who isn’t your daddy, I mean.” Carter Taylor was a tall, well-built man, and handsome in a Hollywood kind of way.
He seemed to remember that he could be intimidating.
He leaned down to put his hands on his knees.
“Nonetheless, it’s important that I check you out. I promise to be very careful and not scare you. I’ll tell you everything I do before I do it. Your daddy is here, and he’ll make sure I’m gentle, okay?”
Cheyenne was squeezing Quinn’s hand tightly.
She lifted fear-filled eyes to him. His lips tightened, and he drew her closer to himself.
She recognized that ferocious look. He had it many times when he was going to her defense.
She relaxed and almost giggled, thinking he looked like he wanted to call Popsicle for her.
But he didn’t. Instead, his face relaxed, and he said, “It’s okay honey, we have to undress, but I think that if you want to, we can step behind this screen again to change. Is that right, Dr. Taylor?”
Dr. Taylor nodded his dark head as he stood back up. “Oh, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Her hold softened a little, and Quinn nodded at Carter.
“Okay, then let’s go behind the screen and change. Daddy will go with you.”
Putting his arm around her, he guided her behind the screen. When she reappeared, propelled by Daddy, she was dressed in the pink teddy bear examination gown and nothing else.
“See how beautiful my beag amháin is, doctor?”
“Oh yes, she’s so pretty. I’m glad I chose that one for today.”
Cheyenne was still exhibiting signs of being shy, as a well-protected young child would be, and Dr. Taylor used this softness to his advantage. He patted the examination table and spoke in a playful tone.
“Hop up here, cutie, this is your highness’ seat.” He continued when she took a step back into her protector, in hesitation, “Shall I lift you up or do you want Daddy to?”
After a few seconds, she straightened and said proudly, “I’m a big girl, I can climb up myself.”
“You can? Well, is Daddy okay with that? It’s rather high for a little girl to climb onto.” Cheyenne sent a pleading look to Quinn that brought a quick smile in answer.
“You can try, but if you find it’s too hard, I’m going to help you up. Deal?”
She nodded her head, showing great confidence that no help would be necessary. She let go of his hand and climbed when she felt a stinging slap on her bottom. Her hand flew back, and her eyes grew large. She swiftly turned around, almost losing her balance. She gave her Daddy an angry look.
“When you answer me what is the rule, beag amháin?”
“Oh, Daddy, you almost made me fall!” His response was a distinctive lift of the eyebrows. “Sorry, Daddy. I have to look at you and use my words. You might not know what I mean otherwise.”
Daddy smiled slightly and nodded. “Good girl. Now you may try again.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” And try she did. She lifted her leg to the side and slowly crawled onto the stand, not remembering any exam table as being that tall in real life.
Her knee kept catching on the gown that was just long enough to be a bother.
That thought pulled her out of the scene, scaring her.
She was embarrassed and confused, feeling as though she were alone.
And stupid. A grown woman scrambling to get onto the exam table in front of two grown men, just as though she were a child, was unnatural.
It took her completely out of her persona.
“Dammit. This gown is getting in my way and who the hell made this table so far off the ground?”
Before she pulled herself out of the scene any further, sabotaging all their hard work, another slap landed on her bottom, harder than the first.
“Oh! Quinn, what...”
“Daddy, and you’re in big trouble, little girl. You have a potty mouth, and that isn’t allowed.”
He held her prostrate over the side of the exam table, legs dangling then kicking, while he lifted her gown.
He delivered nine additional globe-warming slaps to her bared bottom to her accompanying screams and cries.
She tried to cover her bottom, and Daddy held her hands, pulling her closer to his hip.
He has me, she thought, as her body relaxed in the knowledge.
“Oh, Daddy, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please, please, I promise to not use bad words. Please, please stop.”
Her cries filled the room, accompanied by the rhythmic smacks on her backside. She ceased her kicks in cadence with his slaps when he ended the reminder. She finished with a few deep breaths as Daddy lifted her onto the table, squeezing her warmed flesh.
Quinn leaned down to speak gently, “Yellow?”
She shook her head. “No. Still green, Daddy.”
She was relieved that the spanking was over, but also that her daddy had taken control. Her determination was clearly heard. She loved that he knew she was having some trouble and took over. He nodded and stepped back, but only just enough.