Zia’s Daddies – Littleworld Read Online Paige Michaels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
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I hold my breath while he palpates my breasts in circles, taking his time. He ends by flattening a hand between my breasts and pinching my nipples one at a time. Hard enough to make me gasp.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises.

Brian is holding my hands loosely, but every time I try to yank them free, he grips them tighter again.

The doctor checks my tummy next. “Any issues with using her diaper?”

“No. She’s been wearing them for almost two weeks. She’s gotten better at using them. I’ve given her a suppository first thing every morning to help her empty her bowels.”

“That’s good. Keep that up until her body expels itself on its own. It will happen eventually. If she has difficulty, I can give her an enema. Some Little girls need one once a week to keep their bowels moving normally.”

I jerk my gaze to Daddy.

He ignores me and pats my thigh. “I can schedule an appointment for that if she gets stubborn?”

“Any time.” Dr. Morgan removes the ball and gently guides my knees wider. He pulls two metal stirrups out from the sides of the table and lifts first one leg and then the other into the mortifying contraption. He even straps my legs to the metal at my thighs and my ankles.

I whimper and tip my head back as he parts the stirrups even farther.

The doctor palpates my labia. “I read in her file she’s on birth control.”

“Yes,” Daddy responds. “We stopped using condoms.”

I purse my lips, remembering that we had sex early this morning before we left Daddy’s house. Will Dr. Morgan be able to tell? If he’s aware, he doesn’t say anything. He pulls the hood back from my clit and strokes it until I’m so aroused I have to hold my breath. What if I come right here in front of the doctor and Nurse Brian?

Daddy sets his hand on my tummy.

“I’m going to examine your vagina now, Little one. Try to relax for me.” The doctor eases two fingers inside me and feels around.

I’m going to die of mortification. My nipples are so hard, and the air in the room isn’t helping. I gasp when Daddy slides his palm up to cup one of my breasts. “Take a breath, Little one.”

When the doctor removes his fingers and I hear the snap of his glove being removed, I think he’s done, but then he puts on a new glove and returns between my legs. The pop of a tube of lube nearly makes me jump off the table.

I turn my gaze toward Daddy, but he smiles and thumbs my nipple.

The doctor sets a hand on my pelvis and rubs the lube onto my tight puckered hole. “Any issues with her rectum?”

Daddy keeps his gaze on me as he responds. “No. She’s not fond of me putting suppositories in her, but I haven’t used plugs yet or stretched her bottom.”

Yes, I’m going to die right here on the table.

“You’ll feel a bit of pressure, Little one. Try to relax.” Dr. Morgan eases a finger into my bottom. After feeling around, he adds a second finger.

The stretch is tight, and I’m trying to ignore how it feels, but I can’t. He’s touching more nerve endings I didn’t know I had. It reminds me of the first time Daddy penetrated my pussy.

When Dr. Morgan’s thumb lands on my clit while his fingers are buried inside my bottom, I cry out. I can’t stop myself. I almost come. I’m so close and so embarrassed.

Daddy pinches my nipple, Brian grips my wrists, and Dr. Morgan strokes my clit.

I’m bombarded with sensation, and I come so hard my entire body shakes. For those seconds, all I know is bliss, but then reality slams into me, and I’m so mortified I might cry.

Daddy leans over and kisses me. “Such a good girl.”

I just had an orgasm at the doctor’s office, and he’s calling me a good girl? I’m sure my look is one of complete confusion. My brows are knitted so tight that my forehead hurts.

Dr. Morgan removes his fingers. “It’s perfectly normal for Little girls to reach orgasm in my office, Little one. No need to worry. It’s a healthy reaction to an exam.”

I shake my head. What is he talking about? People don’t orgasm during an exam.

Daddy strokes my offended nipple. “Now you know why I’ll be bringing you here once a week, Baby girl.”

I gasp, staring at him with wide eyes.

Dr. Morgan continues, “I suggest introducing her to more anal play. You can give her vitamins in suppository form and use a series of graduated plugs to keep her from pushing the medicine out. Have her wear a plug every day for a few hours to increase her awareness. Next week, I’ll do a more thorough rectal exam.”

My body shudders. I can’t believe I just came, and even worse, my orgasm has caused a domino effect that is going to lead to butt plugs and deeper more embarrassing exams of my bottom. The craziest part is that the thought of Dr. Morgan possibly placing me on my tummy with my bottom in the air and using different instruments to further humiliate me causes a rush of wetness to ooze out of my pussy.


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