She nodded not looking at him. Her heart beat faster at the sound of gloves snapping.
“First, I’m going to put some lubricant on and in your rectum. Then, I’ll take your temperature.”
Coco closed her eyes as the doctor parted her bottom and rubbed the slippery mixture into place before pressing his finger deep inside. Rotating it around, Dr. Richards thoroughly applied the lubricant to her interior walls. She turned her head slightly to peek at her Daddy’s reaction and found him intently watching Dr. Richards’ actions. Somehow, that made the treatment seem more intimate.
“Here’s the thermometer, Coco. I’m sorry it’s cold. Your bottom will warm it up quickly.”
She gasped as the thick tube slid deep inside her and shivered at the cold sensation.
“That’s my good girl,” her Daddy complimented her as he rubbed her back.
“That will need to stay in place for ten minutes to get the most accurate reading. I’ll keep this in place. Some Littles like to try to push it out.” Dr. Richards’ hand cupped over the end of the device, holding it firmly in place before he asked, “Do you take any medications? Birth control? Vitamins? Other prescriptions?”
She shook her head.
“We’re currently using condoms. Is there a form of birth control you recommend?”
“Your visit is a perfect time to investigate what works best for Coco. Are your cycles regular, Little girl?”
Coco pressed her face harder into the padding as she felt her face heat. She knew she was blushing bright red. Discussing this in front of her Daddy was embarrassing.
“Coco, Daddy needs to know everything about you. There’s no need to feel shy,” Roman reassured her.
“No. I never know when it’s going to start,” she whispered.
“Is the flow heavy with cramps?”
Mortified to be discussing this in front of Roman, Coco consoled herself with the fact that he wasn’t just some guy she was dating. Roman was her Daddy. She admitted the truth, “The worst!”
“That helps me recommend the correct prescription. Do you have any other health concerns?” Dr. Richards asked.
Coco shook her head.
Roman cleared his throat. She knew he was waiting for her to speak, but Coco couldn’t. She repeated the same denial gesture and stiffened, expecting the doctor to not care.
“We had a scare at our house. A man lost his business at the mall after his wife died. He was understandably angry and chose to kidnap an employee in the food court to get his demand to speak to me. Coco has had bad dreams and has slept poorly after seeing the coverage on the news,” Roman explained.
“That would definitely be scary, Coco. Do you usually sleep well?”
She relaxed a bit and shared, “Not always. I’ve always had nightmares off and on.”
“Some sleep disturbances are caused by something being off inside one’s body. Others from emotional or mental stress. I’ll keep my eye out for anything that I can tweak to help you,” Dr. Richards told her.
His voice changed a bit as he talked to her Daddy. “Roman, she definitely needs to be on a simple vitamin supplement at least. Little girls usually don’t eat a balanced diet of fruits and veggies to support their needs completely. I’ll do some blood work and see what Coco’s particular needs are. I can create a formula that will address anything she’s lacking.”
“That would be incredible, Dr. Richards. I’m trying to balance her diet, but Coco definitely doesn’t eat like she should.”
“Then, we’ll plan on that as well as you continuing to offer a variety of foods with a diet limiting too many sweets and junk foods. Okay, let’s see how this temperature is.”
He withdrew the large tube, refiring all those nerve endings as the thermometer glided past them. “Hmmm…. A bit elevated, but I’m going to chock that up to the stress of being here. Roman, help Coco sit up now.”
Dr. Richards stripped off his gloves and stepped close with a lighted instrument when she had settled into place. “Look at me, Coco. I’m going to check your eyes, ears, nose and throat.”
His efficient exam reassured Coco. She relaxed a bit more as she became more comfortable with him. It still felt weird to be naked in the exam room. Coco squeezed her bottom. The thick lubricant made her buttocks slide against each other, reminding her he wasn’t done with her small entrance.
Dr. Richards pressed along her spine before instructing, “Okay, Coco. Put your hands behind your head. I’ll check your breasts while you’re seated.”
Her face heated once again, making Coco wonder if the color had ever subsided since she’d walked into this room. Slowly, she raised her hands into position.
