“Just the regular bag for now, Peter. Thank you.”
Peter disappears into the bathroom and a moment later I hear the water running, and my imagination goes wild wondering what the hell they could be up to.
But I don’t have very long to worry about it before Daddy begins to peel my nightgown from me. And I do meanpeel. The fabric sticks to my stomach, and as he pulls it from me I’m hit with a horrible realization.
That vivid dream I had last night wasn’t a dream at all.
It was horrifyingly, terrifyinglyreal.
ChapterNine
Isabella
“Something wrong, little doll?”
In my shock over the revelation that my dream last night wasn’t actually a dream, I forgot to mask my reactions. And I still can’t quite find the inner strength to hide my horror at what he’s done.
“You… last night… that wasn’t a dream, was it?”
Tears clog in my throat, straining my voice, but I refuse to let them fall. Even when he smiles that wicked smile, leaning down so our faces are mere inches from one another, I hold them back.
“I thought you didn’t dream last night, Isabella.”
Fuck. Caught in my own lie. “I… forgot.”
“You forgot you had a dream so soon after waking up?” Straightening, he presses a hand to his chest, his face a mask of fake concern. “We’ll have to ask Doctor D about that. A Little girl like you shouldn’t be having memory problems at such a young age. I’m afraid he’ll have to run all manner of tests to see what’s wrong with my little doll.”
Fear creeps up my spine. I was already scared of this doctor, and the idea of being subjected to whatevertestshe may deem necessary fills me with abject terror.
“No, Daddy! I don’t need any tests!” My voice pitches up, making me sound far younger than I am. Which is fitting, I suppose, because right now I feel very much like a scared little girl.
“If you’re forgetting things so easily, I’m afraid you do, little one.”
I’m caught between the proverbial rock and hard place. On one side of me is an unknown, a sadistic doctor with untold horrors at his disposal.
On the other is Daddy. So far, the worst he’s done is spank me. At least I know I can handle a spanking. There’s always the chance he might do worse, but my gut tells me that fessing up to him is the safer option, by far.
“I lied,” I whisper, letting the tears I’ve been holding at bay slip down my cheeks. My bottom lip trembles, and it’s only partly an act. The other part is true worry over the consequences coming my way. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I was just embarrassed.”
“I’m very disappointed to hear that, little one. After your bath, we will deal with your dishonesty. For now, we need to get you ready to visit Doctor D.”
With that, he strips the diaper from me, as Peter returns to the bedroom holding a bag and a long tube. “All ready for our Little one, sir.”
“Ready for what?”
My question goes unheeded. Instead of answering me, Daddy steps aside, taking the bag and hose from Peter as his companion grips my ankles, lifting my legs in the air. Humiliation rushes to my cheeks, turning them so hot I’m certain we could fry an egg on them, at the knowledge all my intimate parts are now exposed to yet another complete stranger.
“I’m afraid this part is going to be very uncomfortable, little doll,” Daddy explains as something hard presses against my bottom hole. “But we need to get you nice and cleaned out for Doctor D.”
Cleaned out? He can’t possibly mean…
“Daddy, no!” Thrashing my head from side to side, I try to jerk my legs out of Peter’s grasp, but his grip is like iron. “I don’t wanna be cleaned out!”
“Isabella, be still.” The rebuke is sharp as a whip crack, but it does nothing to calm me. “This is only going to hurt you more if you continue to fight it.”
“You can’t do this! Let go of me, you bastards!”
Both men freeze, and it’s as though the very air around us freezes as well. The corners of Daddy’s lips dip down into a frown as he stares down at me. “I’ve already warned you about your language once today, Isabella. So we are going to have to clean out your mouthandyour bottom, it seems.”
