Chapter 14 #2
His voice changed a bit as he talked to her Daddy.
“Roman, she definitely needs to be on a simple vitamin supplement at least. Little girls usually don’t eat a balanced diet of fruits and veggies to support their needs completely.
I’ll do some blood work and see what Coco’s particular needs are.
I can create a formula that will address anything she’s lacking. ”
“That would be incredible, Dr. Richards. I’m trying to balance her diet, but Coco definitely doesn’t eat like she should.”
“Then, we’ll plan on that as well as you continuing to offer a variety of foods with a diet limiting too many sweets and junk foods. Okay, let’s see how this temperature is.”
He withdrew the large tube, refiring all those nerve endings as the thermometer glided past them. “Hmmm…. A bit elevated, but I’m going to chock that up to the stress of being here. Roman, help Coco sit up now.”
Dr. Richards stripped off his gloves and stepped close with a lighted instrument when she had settled into place. “Look at me, Coco. I’m going to check your eyes, ears, nose and throat.”
His efficient exam reassured Coco. She relaxed a bit more as she became more comfortable with him. It still felt weird to be naked in the exam room. Coco squeezed her bottom. The thick lubricant made her buttocks slide against each other, reminding her he wasn’t done with her small entrance.
Dr. Richards pressed along her spine before instructing, “Okay, Coco. Put your hands behind your head. I’ll check your breasts while you’re seated.”
Her face heated once again, making Coco wonder if the color had ever subsided since she’d walked into this room. Slowly, she raised her hands into position.
Dr. Richards stepped back and looked at her breasts. “Roman, always check for any dimpling or bulges. Coco, let your Daddy help you lie back. You’re doing so well.”
He approached the table and told Roman, “Every month after her period, check her breasts. Work in a circular pattern so you don’t miss any spaces.
” He demonstrated on one breast before moving to the other.
“Then, be sure to squeeze her nipple firmly to check for discharge. Coco’s breasts are very easy to check. ”
“Got it, Dr. Richards,” Roman said, making a note for himself.
“Okay, Coco. I’m going to prod different spots on your abdomen. Let me know if anything is tender.” Dr. Richards pressed a firm hand across her abdomen. He lingered in a couple places on her lower abdomen. “Hmmm.”
Coco said nothing when he hit a couple of sore spots. She didn’t want him to investigate anything more intently.
“Is something wrong?” Roman asked. His eyebrows drew together with concern.
“Perhaps. I feel some swelling in a couple of places. It could be simply the aftermath of her enema prep or Coco’s intestines may be slightly inflamed. Do you have any trouble going to the bathroom, Coco?”
She tried not to squirm as they both looked at her. Did they need to know everything about her? “No, not really.”
“What does that mean, Coco?” Dr. Richards’ eyes seemed to burrow into her brain.
“I mean sometimes I go every day.”
“And sometimes you go several days without moving your bowels?” Dr. Richards asked.
Coco hesitated for a minute. Somehow, they’d know if she didn’t tell the truth. Her Daddy wouldn’t hesitate to spank her here. “Yeah. Sometimes,” she whispered.
“Thank you for being honest, Coco. I can help you with that as well. Roman, add keeping track to your list. If Coco goes three days without pooping, she needs an enema.”
“Nooo. I’ll go,” Coco promised.
“Your bottom needs medicine, Coco. You didn’t tell me, but I would bet a million dollars that your tummy is tender here and here,” Dr. Richards said, pushing on those two spots.
“Tell the truth, Little girl,” Roman said with a stern look.
“Maybe a bit,” she conceded. Roman and Dr. Richards exchanged a telling look that told her they wouldn’t let her get away with anything. He ran his hands over her legs and down to her toes.
“Alright, Little girl. Let’s get your feet in these supports and I’ll finish your exam.” He slid the metal stirrups into place on the exam table. These featured restraining bands.
Swallowing hard at those black strips, Coco suggested, “Maybe we could do this another time?”
“Coco, do you want to prepare for another exam?” Roman asked, easily moving her into place and fastening a restraint around one ankle while Dr. Richards secured the other.
“No,” she whispered and shivered.
“That’s right, Coco. Let’s get everything done.” Dr. Richards pressed something that lowered the padding under her bottom away. “Would you like a warm blanket, Coco?”
“Please.”
“Of course.” Dr. Richards walked to the door and opened it. Coco could see a sliver of the waiting room outside. He hadn’t closed the door. She panicked, covering her breasts as she tried to pull her legs from the supports.
“Whoa, Little girl. Everything is okay. No one is going to bother us in here,” Roman assured her as he held her securely to the table. His body blocked her view.
Dr. Richards returned and closed the door quietly. “Here you go, Coco. I bet this will feel good,” he suggested as he draped the heated material over her.
Cradling it under her chin, Coco hid her face in the softness.
Dr. Richards arranged the blanket over her knees before he sat down on a stool between her legs. Aware that her most private parts were now displayed to him, Coco attempted to pull her knees together. The supports didn’t allow that. She heard the ominous snap of more gloves.
“I’ll check your inner and outer labia, Coco, before looking inside.” His fingers moved over her sensitive skin, exploring all the spots she found arousing. Coco steeled herself not to react and failed.
At her sharp inhale, Roman moved to a position closer to the end where he could see. He slid a hand under the material to stroke the top of her thigh. “You’re doing so well, Little girl.”
“She is very responsive, Roman. That is wonderful. You will be able to lavish pleasure, a lot of pleasure, on her. Little girls need as many orgasms as possible. That keeps them happy and healthy,” Dr. Richards told him.
“Climaxes affect Littles’ health?” Roman asked.
“Definitely. Stress levels alone benefit from the release,” Dr. Richards told him before addressing Coco. “Coco, I’m going to place the speculum now.”
She heard a click and guessed he’d lifted it from the tray. The smooth blades of the device pressed into her and then, with clicks, they widened inside her. Coco blew out a shaky breath as the movement stopped.
“Good job, Coco. I’ll look around a bit. You’ll feel a gentle brush here and there as I do your pap smear. Now, some medicine inside you that may feel warm.”
A swab brushed something around her sensitive tissues. It felt normal at first but gradually built in heat. In a few short moments, Dr. Richards removed the device. “I’m going to check a few things here, Coco. You’ll feel my fingers inside you now.”
She swallowed hard when he stood and pressed two fingers deep into her. Dr. Richards pressed on her stomach in a few places before sitting back down on the stool.
“Coco, I’m going to test your responses. I need to make sure that everything works well. Your Daddy is right here. It’s okay to have an orgasm. In fact, we both hope you do, so my testing is beneficial.”
“What?” Words left her mind as Dr. Richards caressed her.
As that blasted heat built inside her, the doctor’s fingers moving on all her most responsive places tantalized her.
Her Daddy’s hand moved under the blanket to brush her breasts and tease her nipples.
Coco struggled to hold still and not respond.
The overwhelming sensations eliminated any chance she had to stay in control.
“Ahhh!” Coco loudly moaned as her body shook with a massive orgasm that left her panting.
“Perfect responses, Coco. Your body is very healthy,” Dr. Richards assured her. “Last check. Roman, help Coco turn over to her side.”
“Good job, Little girl,” Roman praised her and kissed her forehead as he followed Dr. Richards’ moves to free her from the stirrups and guide her into the new position.
The doctor guided her knees up toward her chest and motioned Roman to press one arm against the side of the exam table to keep her legs bent into position. Roman rearranged the blanket, folding it up around her waist to expose her bottom completely.
Coco squeezed her eyes tightly shut. Another click made her tense. What had the doctor chosen from that tray?
“I’m going to check inside your bottom now, Coco. You’ll feel the scope. Try to relax,” Dr. Richards urged.
That wasn’t going to happen. Coco squeezed her muscles tight, trying to keep him out. A sharp swat stung the skin on her thigh, distracting her. She looked up to see her Daddy glowering at her.
“Be good, Little girl.”
Forcing herself to stop struggling, Coco slumped on the table. The scope moved into her, stretching her slightly. It wasn’t painful, just uncomfortable. She could feel Dr. Richards’ body heat radiating toward her as he leaned in to scan the display.
“Great job on the prep, Roman and Coco. I’m seeing some inflammation as I get deeper. That’s what I expected after finding the tender areas on Coco’s abdomen. Some medicine will easily resolve this and help Coco feel her best.”
“That’s wonderful news, isn’t it, Coco?” Roman asked, rubbing her back with his free hand.
After a few more minutes, Dr. Richards removed the scope and patted her bottom gently. “You’ve done very well during your exam, Coco. I’m proud of you.”
When she stirred to sit up, the doctor held her in place with a hand on her hip. “Medicine first. Let’s get you on the road to recovery now.”
He turned his attention to Roman. “I’m going to send home a supply of suppositories for you to insert every evening before she goes to sleep. Definitely, these should be placed before intercourse to allow the orgasmic contractions to draw the dosage higher into her system.”
Coco wiggled as the doctor pressed a large, slippery dose into her bottom.
“Before sex, I understand.”
“Yes, slide one as high as possible and then, it’s best to wrap Coco in a diaper overnight. Coco, this is a bit of ointment to soothe your entrance here. You may be a bit sore after all the attention here. A warm bath tonight is a great idea, Roman.”
Dying of embarrassment for what felt like the fortieth time, Coco pretended she couldn’t hear the men talk.
She threw her arm over her face as they shifted her onto her back, and her Daddy wrapped her in a diaper as Dr. Richards started gathering what seemed like a ton of supplies for Roman to take home.
“I’ll send home a supply of birth control as well.
Roman, you’ll need to give her one every morning.
Little girls tend to forget. No tampons overnight during her cycle.
She’ll already be wearing a diaper. Use a super-absorbent one during that week.
It’s best for Little girls to have a break from tampons, at least at night. ”
“Should I keep her diapered on the weekends of her period as well?”
“Definitely a good idea. If she gets messy, pop her into the shower to clean up. Coco will probably protest when you leave here, but she will adjust when she figures out Daddies don’t care about menstrual blood. If her cramps get bad, a warm-water enema held for as long as possible usually helps.”
“No,” she protested as Roman helped her sit up on her now padded bottom.
“Yes, Little girl. We will follow Dr. Richards’ directions.” Roman turned back to the doctor. “Heating pads and over-the-counter painkillers are okay?”
“Yes. Make sure she has something in her tummy before taking any pain relievers. A combined bottle works perfectly.”
“Smart. Thank you.”
“One last thing, Coco. I’m going to draw some blood for testing. Hide your face against your Daddy’s chest.”
Coco pressed her face into his soft shirt. A prick was all she felt before Dr. Richards taped on a bandage. “You’re done?” she asked, looking back toward him in amazement.
“Yes, Little girl. And you’re all done, too. Your Daddy will help you get dressed. Do you feel like staying to play with Zoey for a while? I know she wheedled cookies out of Jillian for your visit,” Dr. Richards asked with a smile.
“Can I, Daddy?” Coco asked.
“Of course. I might steal a cookie as well.”
“Or two,” Dr. Richards suggested with a chuckle.