“I don’t like it,” I mumble.
“You are going to have to get used to it. This will be common practice whenever I change your diaper. I want you safe at all times, and this will guarantee that you are safe and won’t roll off.” Daddy gives me a pointed look. “Continue to fight against them, and I will turn you over without a second thought and punish you.”
I stay silent as Yamal sits at the end of the table, right where my legs are.
“Do you need to go to the bathroom?” Yamal asks.
I shake my head and close my eyes. Why is he asking me if I need to pee or not?
“Why don’t you feed her while I take her temperature and look over some other things. That will help her need to go pee, so I can collect a sample and see if anything is wrong.” Yamal talks to Daddy, ignoring me completely. “I’m going to take her diaper off.”
I clench my legs together as tightly as I can. They are not going to take my diaper off me.
“My mouth is up here,” I tell them. “You can take my temperature without taking my diaper off.”
“On Venkoria, the only way we take temperatures is through the bottom. It’s the most accurate way,” Yamal informs me. “Now, are you going to kick so I need to tie down your legs, orare you going to be a good girl and allow me to take it without a fuss?”
“You fight him and your bottom will be red while your legs are restrained so you can’t move them.” Daddy’s low voice rumbles.
I still and shake my head. “I won’t cause any problems,” I quietly whisper.
“Good girl.” Daddy leans down and kisses my forehead.
They should just knock me out so I’m not awake for this. It’s going to take everything in me not to fight Yamal on this. And Daddy. I want to demand that they let me out of this and, but I stay silent. The small piece of me wants to please Daddy in everything I do, and this is one of those instances.
“Open your legs,” Yamal commands.
I take a deep breath and don’t move. Am I really going to do this?
“Little companion.” Daddy’s voice rumbles as he towers over me.
I open my legs slightly, and Yamal pushes them further apart. Even with the diaper on, I feel completely exposed.
Yamal starts to take the diaper off, and I bite my lip, not wanting to push my thighs together and get in trouble. Tears pool in my eyes as I feel the cold air hit my sex.
Whimpering, I look up at Daddy. “Please,” I push my lower lip out.
He grips my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as he runs his other hand through my hair. “Everything is going to be okay. Yamal is going to check your temperature, and I’m going to feed you.”
Feed me?
“Can you hand me the bottle next to you?” Daddy asks Yamal.
My eyebrows bunch together as a bottle of cream looking liquid fills my vision. He expects me to drink out of that?
“This has everything you need in it.” Daddy smiles.
“I would give her that for a couple of days so she becomes more dependent on you and then you can introduce kibble.” Yamal touches my ankle and I jerk away, ignoring his words. “You are going to feel some my fingers on you now.”
I open and close my mouth several times before I decide to shut my legs. Daddy gives me a disapproving look, and silence fills the room.
“You have three seconds to open your legs before I turn you over and spank your bottom.” Daddy raises an eyebrow.
I don’t open my legs though.
“One.”
My eyes go wide. I didn’t actually think he was going to count.
