“And if you need me to prove it to you, roll your eyes again and I will turn you around before you can blink and start spanking you.” He raises an eyebrow.
I start to suckle again, not replying because I don’t want to get spanked. How many times have I gotten close to getting punished?
Too many times.
“Her temperature is perfect right now, just like the other girl. We want to keep it like this. Make sure she is getting enough fluids and food. I need to take a pee sample. Has she been drinking?” Yamal asks, breaking our eye contact.
I look away and continue to suckle on the bottle.
“She is almost done. Would you mind passing me—” Daddy starts but stops.
Pass him what?
The next suckle is air, and I frown as I cross my eyes to look at the empty bottle. Where did it all go? I wasn’t done with it.
“Here you go.” Daddy pulls the bottle out and replaces it with a… binkie.
Why did he give me this? First, he thinks I’m a pet, and now he thinks I’m a baby?
“Continue to suckle on it and self-soothe,” Daddy encourages me.
I do as he says and find myself calming down even more.
“Good girl,” he praises me and runs his hands through my hair before turning to Yamal. “She has finished her bottle.”
“We’ll give her a couple of minutes to process it all, and then I’ll get a urine sample,” he replies.
I am not going to pee lying down. Is that what they think I am going to do?
“Don’t worry. Yamal is going to put a catheter in. All you have to do is lie there and let him,” Daddy explains as he rubs my tummy.
“Catheter?” I whisper around the binkie, but it comes out all jumbled.
Daddy chuckles and pulls the binkie out of my mouth. “What was that?”
“Catheter?” I ask again. He can’t be telling the truth. “Why can’t I just use a bathroom and pee in a cup?”
“Too many variables. We also don’t have bathrooms for you to use,” Yamal explains. “I would rather it come straight from the source through a sterile tube so nothing can contaminate it.”
I don’t understand why it’s so important for them to get a sample. What are they going to tell?
“We want to make sure you are healthy. And if not, we want to figure out how we can make you better so you don’t have to worry about it.” Daddy continues to rub my belly.
Pressure increases with each movement, and I know I have to go to the bathroom.
“Where’s the bathroom?” I ask, even though I know they said I wasn’t going to use it.
It doesn’t hurt to ask once more to see if they will change their minds and let me.
“You won’t be using the bathroom,” Yamal reminds me. “You are going to feel a little pressure, and then you’ll feel relief. Why don’t you suckle on the binkie so you don’t focus on this?”
Daddy holds the binkie above my mouth, and I just stare at him. They want me distracted so I don’t move around too much. I could kick around and try to get away, but my upper half is cuffed down. They’re so much bigger than me, so could easily overpower my lower half and insert it.
“Open your mouth and be a good girl for Daddy. You are going to lie still while he puts the catheter in, and you aren’t going to fight him.” He gives me a pointed look.
I open my mouth and suckle on the pacifier hard, trying to keep my mind off Yamal looking at my sex and about to take a urine sample from me. Things are getting really real around here.
“Good girl,” he praises me and rubs my stomach.
