Chapter 13
Roman ran his hand through his hair as he spoke on the phone. “I’m worried about her, Dr. Richards.” At this rate, he worried he’d have any hair left.
“I agree. If she’s still having nightmares and not sleeping, we need to make sure there’s not something physical happening.
The good news is she already has an appointment for a checkup so I can get her in quickly.
If I don’t find anything we can tweak, then I have a name of someone your Little one could talk to,” Dr. Richards told him.
Sighing deeply, Roman hated that his life had caused her trauma.
“My first piece of advice. Stop beating yourself up over the situation. You didn’t plan for any of this to happen. Nor did you cause it. I’m sure you’ve taken positive steps?”
“Yes. Definitely. I’ve found a new manager who has a much different approach, and I’ve made my contact information easily accessible by the tenants. I’m also trying to help the man whose wife died. He lost everything.”
“Positive steps. Now, let all that go and concentrate on your Little. Remember two thorough enemas. It’s easier on her for you to administer these at home. Especially on her first visit.
“Thank you. I’ll make sure she’s ready for you.”
“I’ll look forward to meeting Coco.”
Roman picked Coco up at work. She functioned well with the animals. Her biggest challenges remained during her free time and when sleeping. He was concerned she would start thinking while isolated in the car during her commute. She enjoyed having him drive her.
“Home, James!” Coco joked, remarking back to the old instruction to a chauffeur.
“Of course, my sweet Little girl.”
When she sat with her seatbelt fastened, Coco bounced with excitement. “I get a Saturday off tomorrow. And Sunday, too. I’m so excited. An entire weekend.”
“That is spectacular!”
“What should we do? We could play in the pool.”
“Why don’t we do that tonight?” Roman suggested and then mentally kicked himself. Two enemas would take the evening.
“Then what should we do tomorrow?” she asked, turning to look at him.
“We have an appointment in the morning.”
“What kind of appointment?” she asked suspiciously.
“We are very lucky to have a doctor who takes care of all the Littles in town. He had some space in his schedule and is looking forward to meeting you.”
“I don’t want to go to the doctor,” she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“He has a Little girl himself. I thought you might like to meet some Little friends.”
That registered with her. Roman suspected she was torn between not wanting to go and the allure of finding out she wasn’t alone. He waited to see how she would respond.
“It might be fun to have a friend who’s Little. I mean Sofia and Isabella are Little, but they have each other. And we can’t play at work. We have important jobs to do.”
“Definitely. You all are busy. Who was your favorite patient today?” he asked.
“Rufus.”
“I bet Rufus is an aardvark,” Roman guessed.
“No, Daddy. That’s silly. He’s a big, drooly, St. Bernard.
He chased a bunny and ran into a barbed wire fence.
Dr. Sofia had lots of glue to apply. Thankfully, they were all small tears in his skin.
We had to knock him out because he was too big and boisterous for us to hold him still.
Isabella and I practically laid down on top of a moving hurricane, and we barely kept him from bouncing around the room. ”
“I would have paid money to see that,” Roman said with a smile as he parked the car in the garage. “Let’s go get your clothes changed, Little girl.”
When they walked into the nursery, Coco stopped in her tracks at the sight of the enema bag hanging next to the changing table. “What’s that for?”
Roman knew that as a vet tech, Coco knew exactly what that tool was used for and why. He watched her shift back and forth on her feet. Was she secretly excited or overwhelmed? His Little girl enjoyed his intimate bottom touch and the plug he’d used before.
“You have an appointment tomorrow with Dr. Richards. We are very lucky to have him in the community to keep all the Littles healthy.” Roman didn’t allow her to run from the room. He shepherded her inside and started taking off her clothes.
“Daddy. Daddy, listen to me,” she said, struggling against him. “I want to know what’s happening.”
Roman freed her from the shirt and lifted her into his arms. He carried her to the rocking chair and sat down with her on his lap. “You have an appointment with Dr. Richards tomorrow morning. He sees his Little patients at his home office.”
“Is he a real doctor?” she asked skeptically.
“He is. He’s a surgeon who works at the hospital.”
“And he has a Little girl? What’s her name?”
“Zoey.”
Coco sat quietly for a few seconds digesting all that information before pointing at the bag and dangling hose and asking, “What’s that for?”
“Dr. Richards is going to examine you closely. He’s going to start at the top of your head and check all the way to your toes, checking everything in between. To help him check that your tummy is working okay, we need to clean out your system a bit.”
“How?”
He controlled his expression as she squirmed on his lap.
His Little girl was definitely aroused. “I’m going to fill that with a warm cleaning solution.
The liquid will run through that tube and into your bottom.
It will wash out all the poop inside you so the doctor can make sure everything is working well. ”
“I don’t want that.”
Her stubborn expression enchanted him. “I don’t think any Little girls want to have an enema. But their delicate tummies need one from time to time. I bet some of the Littles in your books have had enemas during their stories.”
She shook her head vigorously.
“Lying to Daddy will earn you a red bottom before I treat it.”
“Okay! So, it happens in books. I always skip those sections because I don’t like to read them,” she rushed to assure him.
“Even fictional Daddies know what Little girls need. I bet those book Daddies figure out ways to help their Littles enjoy the treatment. I’ll try to be as good a Daddy as they are,” Roman assured her. “Any more questions?”
“I don’t want to go see the doctor.”
“I know. I also know you aren’t sleeping well and you’re worrying a lot. Dr. Richards may be able to help us with that. He definitely can help you feel your best, and that alone may help you snooze easier.”
“I’ll stop waking you up.”
“You will not. I’m your Daddy. I want to take care of you, Coco. I had already made this appointment for you to go see Dr. Richards before anything happened at the mall. Think of it this way. We’ll take care of two visits with one round of prep.”
“Daddy!” She rolled her eyes, making him suspect she questioned his logic. “I don’t want to go.”
“I know. But you need to go. How long has it been since you saw a doctor?”
Her expression told him everything he needed to know. “I know letting your Daddy make decisions for you is difficult. Do you trust that I care for you and want what’s best for you?”
“Yes. But this isn’t spinach,” she said and stuck her bottom lip out in an adorable pout.
She obviously hadn’t forgiven him for making her try the spinach salad last night at dinner. “Taking one bite of different foods is good for you, Coco. You didn’t like those greens, but you did like the squash.”
“That’s because it had parmesan and butter on it. I’d eat cardboard covered with that stuff.”
“Good to know,” he teased. “I bet Daddy can help you enjoy your enemas as well. Not with parmesan and butter, but with other yummy additions.” He trailed his finger up her thigh and watched her squeeze her muscles together.
“Daddy. I don’t want to.”
“I’m sorry. We can either do the preparation here, or Dr. Richards can take care of it in the office,” he told her. Immediately, she shook her head.
“Then we take care of everything here.”
Slowly, she nodded and hid her face against his chest.
“Good girl.”
Before she could think too hard about it, Roman boosted her to stand in front of him. He zipped off the rest of her clothing, caressing and kissing her beautiful body along the way.
“Go get Zelda.” He lightly smacked her bottom to give her a jumpstart and enjoyed the view as she ran to her crib.
He met her at the changing table. “Up you go, Little girl.” Roman lifted her to the padded top and helped her stretch out.
“Hands.” Obediently, Coco set her stuffie next to her where she could see Zelda’s face and lifted her arms over her head. He quickly fastened the restraints around her wrists.
“What a pretty baby I have,” he complimented as he stretched the band over her ribcage to keep her safe. “Stay still.”
Shifting his steel-hard erection pushing against his fly, Roman walked to the crib and grabbed the blankie that Coco loved. This treatment might cause him to rip a hole in his jeans. Damn, he enjoyed taking care of her so intimately.
Returning to her side, he covered her with the soft material and tucked it under her chin. “Daddy will be right back. I want you to imagine a perfect day for you and I. What would we do? Where would we go? I’ll want to hear all about it when I get back.”
After taking a second to draw the screening material around where the enema bag would hang so it was shielded from her view, Roman carried the device to the kitchen where he’d already set out the ingredients he would need.
He turned on the water to warm and mixed the cleanser in along with the recommended amount of liquid.
Roman took care to bleed the air from the hose.
Keeping the bag out of her eyesight, he returned it to the concealed hook and guided the hose along the side of the changing table toward her bottom.
“All set, Little girl.” Roman hadn’t expected to find this treatment so erotic. He’d fantasized about taking such intimate care of his Little girl, but this was so much more. He tried to memorize very little move and sound she made.