“You need to turn around, little doll.” His voice is surprisingly gentle as he nudges me again. “Daddy will be right here with you the whole time.”
“Don’t wanna,” I mumble against his neck.
“I know. But unless you want Daddy to take your diaper off and spank you right in front of Millie, I suggest you do as I say.”
Even as he threatens me, his voice retains that soft, soothing cadence. Somehow, it’s even more unsettling than when he’s harsh with me, and against my will I tremble in his arms for a moment before slowly pulling myself away.
“That’s my good little girl,” he coos, lifting me up and settling me on his lap again so I’m facing Millie. “You’re being so brave for me, little doll. You just need to be brave for a while longer.”
Millie’s expression is far more sympathetic than I would have expected, given her role on the island. Shouldn’t the “nurse” be just as cruel and sadistic as the doctor? Or is this some kind of “good cop/bad cop” thing, meant to keep us on our toes?
With a tenderness that further contradicts what I assumed Millie would be like, she wraps the cuff around my upper arm and squeezes the pump in her hand while she listens to my pulse. Curious, I watch as she takes my blood pressure and notes it down in the computer.
“Don’t you have one of those machines that does that automatically?”
Millie rolls her eyes. “I’ve been begging for one, but Doctor D insists on doing everything the old-fashioned way. Speaking of, we need to take to your temperature now. Mr. Drake, would you prefer to put her on the table or on your lap?”
What’s so old fashioned about taking someone’s temperature?
Before I can voice my question, Daddy flips me over his knee and strips my diaper from me, leaving all of my most private parts exposed to yetanothercomplete stranger.
I’m starting to sense a theme.
“Daddy! What are you doing?”
“Getting my Little girl ready to have her temperature taken. Settle down, Isabella.”
“No!” Kicking my legs, I struggle against his hold, but two sharp swats to the backs of my thighs do what his scolding could not and I immediately go still.
“Do you need your bottom spanked again, little girl?”
“N-no, Daddy.”
“Good. You’ll need to be very still so you don’t hurt yourself while Daddy takes your temperature.”
“But this isn’t how you take a temperature!”
Chuckling, he runs a hand over my bottom and gives the still-sore flesh a hard squeeze. “It is for Little girls. Now stay still, or you’ll be getting your temperature taken with a red-hot bottom.”
For a moment, I’m tempted to fight back, to struggle my way off his lap and run for the door. But the logical side of my brain takes over and I’m well aware I would never make it off his lap, never mind even halfway to freedom before he managed to catch me and spank me. And my last spanking is still fresh enough in my mind to win my obedience.
I sag over his knee with a sigh. “Yes, Daddy.”
“There’s my good little doll. Millie?”
“Yes, sir. This is the thermometer you’ll be using. Just dip the end here in the Vaseline and then slowly twist it into her bottom. You don’t want to just push it in there.”
I should probably be grateful for that piece of advice, but I’m not. I hate Millie for what she’s doing, even if she is pretending to be nice about it.
Without meaning to, I clench my bottom cheeks together as Daddy tries to spread them apart. The move earns me a heavy sigh and another squeeze of my aching bottom. “Isabella. You are sorely testing my patience right now, Little girl. Relax your bottom.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m not trying to be naughty!” To my utter humiliation, tears well in my eyes as I try to relax my muscles. “I’m just scared!”
The admission comes as a loud wail, embarrassing me even further. “If you keep clenching, it’s going to hurt more than it needs to, little one. And if you make this harder than it needs to be, there will be no surprise after we’re done here. We will go straight home for a spanking and a nap. Am I understood?”
Sniffling, I nod. “Y-yes, Daddy.”
Little by little, I’m able to unclench my bottom enough for him to spread my cheeks wide with one hand while the other pushes the thermometer against my exposed hole. A sob rises up in my chest at the pinch of pain when the thin column presses deeper into my bottom.
