Chapter 14 #3
“No.” She shook her head quickly. She shouldn’t enjoy this, but thrilling sizzles of arousal flooded her. The sensitive area combined with the forbidden aspect of his exploration and his physical dominance over her thrilled Tiffanie. Surely he didn’t guess what he was doing to her.
“Good girl. No part of you will be off-limits to me, Princess. Daddy will help you feel your best. Are you enjoying your Daddy’s treatment?”
“No!” she wailed, louder this time.
“Telling lies gets Littles into trouble, Princess. I’ll deal with your untruth later.”
Phineas didn’t have to say anything else to her. She froze on the table. What would he do to her? A spanking? He wouldn’t punish her, right?
Lost in her thoughts, Tiffanie missed him removing his finger.
At the touch of the cold, rounded tip, her attention flooded back to his actions.
A thick thermometer slid deep into her bottom.
He covered the end with the palm of his hand as if he suspected she would push the device out.
Of course, she would have tried that if he hadn’t prevented her.
The thermometer seemed to radiate a chill inside her, reminding her constantly that the invader filled her. Phineas rubbed her spine, comforting her.
“You’re doing very well, Princess. I’m proud of how you’re letting me take care of you. In ten minutes, we’ll check your temperature. If it’s high, Daddy will give you some liquid medicine that will help lower your fever.”
“I don’t like the taste of that stuff,” she said truthfully.
“Thank you for sharing that information. The solution works equally well injected into your bottom. That’s an easy change to make.”
“What?” He didn’t really mean that, did he?
“Many Littles prefer bottom medicine instead of swallowing liquid or pills. I’ll stock up on suppositories and an enema syringe. The latter is good to have around here anyway, in case you have a tummy ache.”
“I don’t need an enema, Daddy.”
“Maybe not today. We’ll see.”
Tiffanie opened her mouth to protest and snapped her jaw shut. She’d gotten herself into enough trouble talking already. She should shut up.
Phineas rotated the thermometer in her bottom, adjusting the tool’s placement inside her and coaxing the tip a bit deeper.
The movement kept her focused on his touch and the heat of his hand resting against her so intimately.
She could tell he truly planned to have full range of her body.
That thrilled and scared her at the same time.
She closed her eyes to conceal from him how erotic his actions were. How did he all her secret fantasies?
When he finally pulled the thick device from her bottom, Tiffanie was so turned on she couldn’t believe it. She squeezed her legs together, trying to strangle the sensations buzzing between her thighs. That action didn’t help, but the brush of her tissues together inflamed her desire.
That quiet sound of the lubricant lid brought her head up. To her horror, Phineas applied the slick mixture to a thin anal plug. “No, Daddy,” she pleaded.
“This is your punishment, Little girl. If you don’t receive a consequence for your bad behavior and lack of cooperation, you’ll resist the treatment you need to be healthy. This can stay in your bottom for an hour while we have dinner.”
“No!” she protested, weakly feeling like she needed to make some kind of fuss.
“Yes. Actions always have consequences in this household. Let me check if you need some painkiller as well.”
She held her breath as he lifted the thermometer and rotated the thick device until he could read the numbers. “No fever. That’s wonderful news,” he announced, setting the thermometer back on the tray.
Before she could celebrate, he pushed the plug into her bottom.
The thickness stretched her tight opening a bit and felt huge inside her narrow passage.
An outer guard designed to keep the device from sliding far inside her settled against her opening.
That flat piece rubbed over the nerve-rich area, reminding her constantly that she wore the plug.
She wiggled, trying to shift that thing to a more comfortable position. There wasn’t one. How was she supposed to concentrate on anything else?
“I’ve learned my lesson, Daddy!” She rushed to assure him.
“I’m glad to hear that, Tiffanie. One hour and Daddy will take out your plug. Turn over, please.”
Phineas helped her move into position without tumbling off the table. He threaded a hand under her knees and slid a diaper under her hips. Moving quickly, he had the padding fastened around her waist with an economy of motion that told Tiffanie he wasn’t a novice at diapering Littles.
“I don’t need that,” she whispered.
“Daddy’s going to treat you to very Little time tonight.
Let’s sit up on the table, and I’ll get your soft blankie.
” He stepped away from her side as she struggled to deal with the shifting metal plug inside her.
Phineas returned in a flash with the soft material and fastened the fabric around her snugly, pinning her arms to her chest.
“Let’s go get some food in your tummy.”