Chapter 5
FIVE
Yamal leaves the room, leaving me with Chale, who is still holding me down, my bare bottom out with my knees up to my chest, completely exposed.
“What did I tell you to call me?” he asks.
“You must have heard things,” I tell him. “I called you Sir.”
He shakes his head. “And now you are lying to me.”
“I’m not lying! I promise I did not use your name,” I lie once again.
His eyes narrow on me, and I suck in a breath. I am dead. Maybe I should have come clean the first time.
“Do you want to correct what you just said?” he calmly asks. “I’m giving you one last chance.”
I open and close my mouth several times. I’ve come this far; maybe I can convince him that I didn’t call him Chale.
“I didn’t say your name,” I tell repeat. “I think we need to get your ears checked by Yamal since he is here. Maybe he can help with your hearing.”
Daddy’s eyes narrow on me, and I gulp. I should not have done that.
“Wait!” I yell.
“Too late,” he replies.
Before I know what is happening, Daddy’s left hand leaves my body and starts swatting my bottom… hard.
“Wait!” I scream again, trying to get away from him.
“No, I gave you plenty of times to change your answer, and you still decided to lie to me,” he says. “No more waiting. You are getting spanked for using my name when I told you not to and for lying to me multiple times.”
“Chale!” Tears run down my face as he continues to swat my bottom.
“Daddy,” he says. “You call me Daddy and nothing else. Do you understand?”
“Stop!” I try to move my poor bottom away from his hand, but his left hand keeps my body still. “Stop! Please!”
“No more lying, and no more calling me by my name.” Daddy lands several spankings on my sit spot, making me cry out.
Tears run down my face faster.
“Okay!” I sob.
Daddy stops and picks me up, holding me close to his chest.
“Daddy doesn’t like spanking you, but you were naughty,” he says. “But all is forgiven now. We swipe the plate clean and start fresh.”
I keep crying into his chest as my bottom throbs.
“Meanie,” I mumble into his chest.
“Daddy is such a meanie, but he is your meanie. He wants to take care of you and make sure that you are healthy. Lying isn’t a good thing, and calling Daddy by his real name isn’t, either,” he gently tells me.
“Now, Yamal is going to come back in and take all your vitals. You are going to be a good girl and lie down while he does it. You won’t fight him. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Yes, Daddy,” he says.
“Yes...” I can’t bring myself to say Daddy out loud.
He sighs but gives me a small smile. “All in good time. You will call me Daddy when you’re ready.”
Daddy runs his hands through my hair as he looks at me with a tender smile on his face.
“Yamal, you can come back in and take her temperature,” Daddy calls out.
“I don’t want him to,” I whisper.
Daddy gives me a pointed look. “That isn’t up for discussion. He needs to do this so you can be healthy. I want a baseline for this month and next month for your health.”
“I’ve already told you that I am healthy,” I argue with him.
“There is something going on in your body because you shouldn’t be this cold. The other girls who have come weren’t this cold when they were next to their Daddy,” Yamal explains. “I just want to make sure that you are okay, and check if we need to give you any other medicine.”
“I don’t need it,” I grumble and fold my arms over my chest. “I’m perfectly fine how I am.”
Besides the fact that I am freezing cold and can’t seem to warm up. But even on the space station, I was colder than everyone else. It’s something I have grown accustomed to, but it seems to be ten times worse here.
“You are not, and you know it,” Daddy gives me a knowing look.
“I am going to insert this. It will have to sit for several minutes to gather all the information,” Yamal says.
I open my mouth, and Daddy chuckles.
“It’s not going there,” he whispers.
“Where will it go?” I ask.
He tilts his head to the side and pats my bottom. My eyes go wide, and I shake my head while trying to move my hands.
“No!” I yell. “It’s not going up my bottom!”
Daddy holds my wrists in front of me while he keeps my knees up close to my chest.
“It is the only way we can obtain all the vitals we need,” Daddy says.
“It’s the most accurate way,” Yamal informs me. “Now, are you going to fight us at every corner to where we need to restrain you or are you going to be a good girl and allow me to take it without a fuss?”
I open my mouth, ready to tell him I’m going to fight them the whole time. I don’t want something up my bottom. No one wants that.
“I will spank your bottom again.” Daddy’s low voice rumbles.
My eyes move to his, and I can see that he is very serious.
“I won’t cause any problems,” I quietly say.
“Good girl.” Daddy leans down and kisses my forehead.
“Can you just knock me out so I don’t have to be awake for this? I think that would be a lot better, and then you can do whatever you need to do without me knowing,” I quickly add. “That way I can be in utter bliss of not knowing what you are doing to me.”
Daddy and Yamal blink at me several times, and nerves run through my body.
“Please?” I beg.
Daddy shakes his head.
“We can’t do that. We need you awake so we can ask you any questions,” Yamal explains. “Just in case something goes wrong. Or if I cause you any pain. If you are knocked out, I won’t be able to talk to you and make it better.”
I open and close my mouth several times, at a loss for words.
“If I end up being in a little pain, it is fine. I won’t hold a grudge against you,” I rush out.
Daddy shakes his head. “No, you are going to stay awake. We will do this multiple times throughout the year for the rest of your life. You need to get used to it. It might feel a little embarrassing at first, but you will get used to it over time.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to something going up my bottom,” I mutter. “It’s embarrassing.”
“We can’t knock you out every single time we take your temperature. It won’t be good for your health. What if we have to take your temperature several days in a row?” Yamal asks. “It would be dangerous to sedate every single time we had to do that. You are going to have to get used to it.”
I open my mouth, but Daddy shakes his head. “That is the end of the discussion.”
“Wait!” I yell. “I have to pee!”
A smile forms on Yamal’s face. “Perfect. I need a urine sample from you. Roll her onto her back and spread her legs. I’ll put a catheter in so it can drain into the bag. I’ll check it when I get to the office.”
I stare at Yamal, horrified. I thought I was getting out of him sticking something up my bottom, but now he is going to stick something inside of me there.
“Thought you could use that as an excuse?” Yamal asks.
“I can pee in the cup. You can tell me where the bathroom is, and I can go there.” I nod decidedly.
“We don’t have bathrooms for you, so you can’t do that. This is the safest and cleanest way for me to get a sample,” Yamal explains. “If you keep still, you won’t get hurt, and it will be a quick process. If you try and fight it at every turn, it will take longer.”
My mouth falls open at his logical response.
“Why don’t you go get her a bottle so you can feed her while I get a sample and take her temperature?” Yamal suggests.
Bottle? Why is he talking about a bottle?
“I would rather put it in a bowl for her so she can drink out of it,” Daddy says.
Bowl? My eyes go wide. He can’t be serious.
“Next time. Right now, I need her to be as relaxed as possible. I think suckling on something will help her calm down,” Yamal explains. “I’ll hold her while you get it.”
Yamal takes Daddy’s place, comforting me.
“I don’t need a bottle,” I tell Yamal.
“Yes, you do. It will help you calm down.” He gives me a pointed look.
I push my bottom lip out and look away from him. They think they know best, but they don’t. They don’t know anything about me and what I actually need.
“Just you wait.” Yamal chuckles. “You’ll see that it will help. If you want, your Daddy can give you pleasure after you finish your bottle, so it keeps your mind off what we’re doing.”
“I don’t think so,” I mumble. “Wait!”
Did he just say for me to get pleasure to keep my mind off things?
“Would it be the first time you ever received pleasure from others?” Yamal asks.
“I—”
“I think that’s a yes from how shy you are. That’s okay, your Daddy will take good care of you every single time,” he gently says. “But you will have to communicate with him properly so he knows what you like and don’t like. It’s important.”
My whole face goes red, and I look away from him. “I don’t need anything from him.”
But I’m curious. I’ve never given myself pleasure before. I felt awkward, trying to touch myself when there were other girls in the room. What would they have thought if they caught me?
“You don’t have to be embarrassed about it. It’s perfectly natural to want it,” Yamal explains. “It’s healthy.”
“I do—”
“I’ve got the bottle. I’ll take over from here, and you can get the sample first,” Daddy announces as he walks into the room. “Why is her face bright red? Is she okay?”
“We were just talking about pleasure, specifically you giving her pleasure while I take her temperature,” Yamal says.
“No!” I shout. “I don’t want it.”
If I am going to get pleasure, I don’t want it to be in front of anyone else. It’s already embarrassing enough that I have to get my temperature taken in my bottom. How am I going to face Yamal again if I get pleasure in front of him?
Daddy walks up to me and smiles down at me. “For her first time, I don’t want it to be in front of anyone else. I want to be able to watch and cherish the first time she comes undone for me.”