Chapter 6
Chapter Six
My nerves are frayed as Daddy parks the golf cart in front of the doctor’s office the next morning.
He lifts me out and settles me in my stroller.
This is my first stroller experience. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it at first, but then he pulled my arms through a full five-point harness and buckled me in tight. That was the end of my concerns.
A friendly nurse with a huge smile and a blond bob greets us at the front desk. “Hi. I’m Nurse Kelly. So nice to meet you, Mr. Harbron. This must be your Little, Melody.” She comes around the desk and bends down to pat me on the head. “Welcome to Regression Island, sweetie.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” I respond with a nervous whisper.
While Daddy fills out some forms, he hands me a bottle I watched him make earlier. He put about an inch of apple juice in the bottom and filled it with water. It’s room temperature by now. I take a sip but then tuck it next to me.
When I allow myself to look around, I see there are two other Littles waiting just like me. They also have on nothing but a diaper, a small t-shirt, and shoes. One of them is asleep in her stroller. Maybe she doesn’t feel well.
I’m glad I’m not here for a sick visit. That would be worse.
After Daddy fills out some forms, the nurse brings us back to an exam room and shuts the door. “I’ll just get your vitals.”
Daddy unbuckles me and lifts me from the stroller onto the end of the exam table.
Nurse Kelly takes my blood pressure and checks my pulse. When she backs up, she points at a scale. “Can you set her on the scale for me so I can get her weight and height.”
Daddy lifts me down and puts me on my feet, letting me waddle to the scale.
“Stand tall for me, sweetie.” The nurse sets something flat on top of my head to check my height, then I’m swung back up onto the table by Daddy.
She writes several things down on her chart and smiles. “Dr. Morgan will be in shortly.”
As soon as she leaves, Daddy lifts my chin. “See? Just a checkup. No need to worry.” He keeps a hand on my thigh as if I might fall if he lets go of me.
Moments later, the door opens again, and a distinguished man in his late forties comes in wearing a white lab coat.
“Hi there, sweet girl. You must be Melody.” He chucks me under the chin and lifts a hand to Daddy. “You must be Bentley Harbron. Nice to meet you.”
“You too,” Daddy responds.
“So you two arrived on our island yesterday, right?”
“Yes.”
“I hope your transition has been smooth so far?”
“So far.” Daddy smiles. “She’s done amazing. I’m really proud of her.”
“Is this her first experience with deep regression?”
“Yes. We were experiencing more and more behavioral issues at home. She’s been testing her boundaries and defying me at every turn lately. I thought a few months of regression would help her get back on track.”
Dr. Morgan smiles as he nods. “Usually works.” He winks at me.
“Though I’ll warn you, after a summer on our island, some Littles don’t like to return to their old ways.
They may fight every step of the way, but in the end it’s very rare they don’t end up far happier in an environment that includes more structure and less options. ”
“That’s what I’ve told her.”
The doctor faces me and reaches out to feel my glands. “Head high for me, sweetie. Good girl.”
“How have you been disciplining her on the mainland?”
“Spankings and timeouts, but lately she’s been so naughty it’s hard to keep up.”
I flush at the way Daddy is talking about me. He’s right, but it’s embarrassing.
“Usually with the addition of extremely strict boundaries, most Littles tend to act up less often. However, stick to your guns. It might be hard for her for the first few days and weeks, but don’t tolerate sassiness or disrespect.
A firm spanking followed by time spent with her nose to the corner in boredom should be enough of a deterrent.
If not, come see me, and we’ll discuss other ways to curb her behavior. ”
Daddy nods.
I stare at the floor.
The doctor lifts my chin again and looks into my eyes and nose and ears. “Open your mouth for me, sweetie. Wide as you can.”
I do as I’m told, and he looks at my throat. “Good girl.” He sets his instruments aside, and his hands come to the hem of my shirt. “Arms up.”
I shiver as he removes my T-shirt.
“Sit tall for me so I can listen to your heart.” He stands across from Daddy on the other side of the table and sets the cool disk of his stethoscope on my boob near my nipple. “Deep breath.” He moves the disk to another spot. “Again.”
This happens several more times on my chest and then my back.
When he’s satisfied, he sets a hand on my shoulder blades. “Lie back for me.”
Daddy holds my hand when I reach for him.
The doctor feels me belly all over. “Any issues with her bladder or bowels?”
“Not yet.”
“She’s urinating often?”
“Yes. So far. She was hesitant at first but hasn’t balked again yet.”
“Good. Bring her in if she isn’t wetting herself completely every few hours.”
After my conversation with Daddy last night about the many ways the doctor can force me to pee myself, I have no desire to test that possibility.
The doctor palms my diaper and squeezes it. It’s dry, but he doesn’t comment. “What about her bowels?”
“She hasn’t gone since we arrived.”
He nods. “It’s important for her to empty her bowels once a day.
That’s much harder for her to let go of then wetting.
What I recommend to all new patients is that you give her a suppository first thing every morning.
You don’t even need to change her first. Just roll her to one side, reach under her diaper, and push the medicine up inside her bottom.
Hold it there until it dissolves. She’ll fill her diaper within fifteen minutes, and she won’t have to spend half her time worrying about needing to go potty during the day when she’s maybe not at home. ”
Daddy nods. “That will work.”
“I’ll give you a bottle of suppositories to take with you.”
I’m mortified by this discussion, but I say nothing.
Dr. Morgan faces me again as he takes a step close to my chest. “Can you lift your arms over your head, sweetie?”
I shiver as I do so because it makes me feel more exposed. My chest arches.
The doctor begins to check my breasts, his fingers moving around in a spiral from the outer swell toward my nipples.
When I flinch, Daddy grasps my wrists above my head in one hand and holds them firmly. “Stay still, baby girl,” he admonishes.
I’ve had breast exams before, but this is different. I don’t have the comfort of any gown at all, which leaves me totally exposed. Plus Daddy has never been in the room when I visit my obgyn, and he certainly hasn’t restrained me while the doctor examined my boobs.
I release a breath when Dr. Morgan finishes that part of the exam, but my relief is short-lived because the next thing he does is round to the end of the table and remove my diaper.
I’m breathing heavily at the new level of exposure when he lifts my ankles, bends my legs and presses my knees toward my chest. He clasps both ankles in one hand and uses the other to dab some kind or ointment on my bottom.
I whimper and tighten my forbidden hole.
“I’m just going to take your temperature, sweetie. Relax for me.” A second before he touches my bottom again, I glance to the side and catch the thermometer in his hand.
I hold my breath and squeeze my eyes closed.
“Breathe, baby girl. It’s just a thermometer,” Daddy says. He’s still holding my wrists, and I think this is probably for the best. “Melody…” he warns.
I blink at him and draw in a breath, though I don’t want to.
“Good girl. Again.”
I hold his gaze while I breathe through this humiliation. I don’t even know why it bothers me. Dr. Morgan is a medical professional. He’s just examining me. My nervousness is all in my head.
When he finally removes the thermometer, I breathe out, thinking this part is over. But before I can relax, the doctor presses a finger up inside my bottom and rotates it around, feeling inside me.
I feel the heat creep up my cheeks and down my chest while he continues to prod inside my rectum. It doesn’t hurt at all. In fact, it feels kind of good, and I hate that.
Finally, he withdraws his finger and lowers my legs.
I’m panting, and I don’t even care that the doctor lifts first one foot and then the other into stirrups. He parts them wide and settles on a stool between my legs.
I will myself to breathe, staring at the ceiling, reminding myself I’ve had pelvic exams before. This is no different. Except it is.
He palpates my pussy, examining my labia and my clit. I’m wet. He has to notice that. So does Daddy. “I’m going to put the speculum in now, sweetie. It’s a bit cold. Relax for me.”
As the metal slides into my channel, I grit my teeth. He spreads it open, swabs my cervix, and removes it. It’s all over quickly, and then he’s on his feet. He pushes two fingers up inside my pussy and presses against the front wall, using the other hand to apply pressure to my pelvis.
I’m exhausted by the time he removes his fingers and pats my pussy.
He looks at Daddy. “Everything looks good. Make sure you use plenty of diaper cream to protect her skin, especially the first few weeks. I advise you not to change her every time she wets herself the smallest amount to avoid her manipulating you. These diapers are very absorbent. A little moisture and discomfort won’t hurt her.
Diaper training is the hardest part. It sounds like she’s doing well so far, but if things change don’t hesitate to bring her in.
I’ve seen more than a few Littles try to control their Mommies and Daddies the only way they can, by holding it in too long or the opposite, constantly wanting to be changed.
You’ll need to nip that in the bud fast.”
Daddy nods.
The doctor removes his gloves and eases my legs from the stirrups. He leaves me naked on the table with a hand on my thigh, patting me while he continues to talk to Daddy. “You’re on a strictly formula diet for now, right?”
“Yes.”
“Good. And you’ve got everything you need for a few weeks, I assume? The bottles were labeled and in the fridge when you arrived?”
Daddy nods. “Yes. I think we’re set.”
“Excellent. As long as you stick to the feeding schedule and don’t have any issues, I won’t need to see her again for two weeks.
For now, make sure she’s emptying every bottle.
Four a day. You can adjust the times to suit your preferences.
The morning and afternoon bottles are the same.
The noon bottles will help her nap. The nighttime ones will get her through about ten hours.
Did she sleep through the night last night? ”
“Yes. No problems.”
Dr. Morgan nods and glances at me with a smile. “Perfect. We can adjust the formula a bit if she has trouble sleeping all night or if she wakes up groggy.”
“Should I expect her to wet herself in her sleep?” Daddy asks. He has released his tight grip on my wrists, but his hand remains there, patting me, so I don’t lower my arms.
“That’s entirely up to you. Probably not with the current formula, assuming you don’t let her drink juice all evening before bedtime.
Most Littles become very agitated and disturbed if they wake up wet.
It’s perfectly fine for her to consciously wet herself after she awakes.
If incontinence is something you want to explore later, we can discuss it. ”
“And what about solid food?” Daddy asks.
“That’s up to you. I generally recommend you stay with formula only for at least a few days.
You can gradually introduce soft foods first and then finger foods.
But if she’s fussy about accepting the formula, don’t introduce other foods at all.
She needs to learn to accept that first and understand you’re in charge, not her. ”
Daddy nods and extends a hand, thanking the doctor.
Dr. Morgan pats me on the thigh again. “I’ll see you in two weeks, sweetie. Be a good girl.”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe.
When he’s gone, Daddy leans over and kisses me on the forehead. “Let’s get you dressed and head for the zoo, shall we?”
I force a smile, not quite feeling it yet. I don’t fully relax until Daddy has my fresh diaper on and my shirt. He lifts my foot and puts my sandals on last. Finally, after he settles me in my stroller and buckles me tight, I blow out a breath.