Dr. Richards stepped back and looked at her breasts. “Roman, always check for any dimpling or bulges. Coco, let your Daddy help you lie back. You’re doing so well.”
He approached the table and told Roman, “Every month after her period, check her breasts. Work in a circular pattern so you don’t miss any spaces.” He demonstrated on one breast before moving to the other. “Then, be sure to squeeze her nipple firmly to check for discharge. Coco’s breasts are very easy to check.”
“Got it, Dr. Richards,” Roman said, making a note for himself.
“Okay, Coco. I’m going to prod different spots on your abdomen. Let me know if anything is tender.” Dr. Richards pressed a firm hand across her abdomen. He lingered in a couple places on her lower abdomen. “Hmmm.”
Coco said nothing when he hit a couple of sore spots. She didn’t want him to investigate anything more intently.
“Is something wrong?” Roman asked. His eyebrows drew together with concern.
“Perhaps. I feel some swelling in a couple of places. It could be simply the aftermath of her enema prep or Coco’s intestines may be slightly inflamed. Do you have any trouble going to the bathroom, Coco?”
She tried not to squirm as they both looked at her. Did they need to know everything about her? “No, not really.”
“What does that mean, Coco?” Dr. Richards’ eyes seemed to burrow into her brain.
“I mean sometimes I go every day.”
“And sometimes you go several days without moving your bowels?” Dr. Richards asked.
Coco hesitated for a minute. Somehow, they’d know if she didn’t tell the truth. Her Daddy wouldn’t hesitate to spank her here. “Yeah. Sometimes,” she whispered.
“Thank you for being honest, Coco. I can help you with that as well. Roman, add keeping track to your list. If Coco goes three days without pooping, she needs an enema.”
“Nooo. I’ll go,” Coco promised.
“Your bottom needs medicine, Coco. You didn’t tell me, but I would bet a million dollars that your tummy is tender here and here,” Dr. Richards said, pushing on those two spots.
“Tell the truth, Little girl,” Roman said with a stern look.
“Maybe a bit,” she conceded. Roman and Dr. Richards exchanged a telling look that told her they wouldn’t let her get away with anything. He ran his hands over her legs and down to her toes.
“Alright, Little girl. Let’s get your feet in these supports and I’ll finish your exam.” He slid the metal stirrups into place on the exam table. These featured restraining bands.
Swallowing hard at those black strips, Coco suggested, “Maybe we could do this another time?”
“Coco, do you want to prepare for another exam?” Roman asked, easily moving her into place and fastening a restraint around one ankle while Dr. Richards secured the other.
“No,” she whispered and shivered.
“That’s right, Coco. Let’s get everything done.” Dr. Richards pressed something that lowered the padding under her bottom away. “Would you like a warm blanket, Coco?”
“Please.”
“Of course.” Dr. Richards walked to the door and opened it. Coco could see a sliver of the waiting room outside. He hadn’t closed the door. She panicked, covering her breasts as she tried to pull her legs from the supports.
“Whoa, Little girl. Everything is okay. No one is going to bother us in here,” Roman assured her as he held her securely to the table. His body blocked her view.
Dr. Richards returned and closed the door quietly. “Here you go, Coco. I bet this will feel good,” he suggested as he draped the heated material over her.
Cradling it under her chin, Coco hid her face in the softness.
Dr. Richards arranged the blanket over her knees before he sat down on a stool between her legs. Aware that her most private parts were now displayed to him, Coco attempted to pull her knees together. The supports didn’t allow that. She heard the ominous snap of more gloves.
“I’ll check your inner and outer labia, Coco, before looking inside.” His fingers moved over her sensitive skin, exploring all the spots she found arousing. Coco steeled herself not to react and failed.
At her sharp inhale, Roman moved to a position closer to the end where he could see. He slid a hand under the material to stroke the top of her thigh. “You’re doing so well, Little girl.”
