“Yes, Sir.”
“I’ve thought about it, and I’ve decided since you’ve done so well today, and if you’re a super good girl at the doctor’s tomorrow, I’ll take you to one of the parks after we leave his office.”
I light up. “Really?”
He nods, but his expression is stern. “Best behavior first. You worry about doing what you’re told, and the rewards will come.”
I smile so wide my face hurts. “I’ll be good, Daddy. I promise.”
He reaches for the bottle and nudges my lips. “First things first. You need a full night’s rest if we’re going to do all that tomorrow.”
I open my mouth and accept the nipple, eagerly suckling it to show him I’m capable of doing what I’m told. I know I haven’t demonstrated that for the last several weeks, but I can, and I will be good.
When I start to drift about three quarters of the way through the bottle, Daddy jolts me awake with a firm nipple pinch. It works. I squirm in his arms, but I keep myself on task.
I’m half asleep when I realize the bottle is gone, and Daddy is putting pajamas on me. Footed ones that cover my entire body and zip up my front to my chin. Even my hands are encased in loose mittens. There is a snap at the top of my chest too that covers the zipper.
I’m more awake by the time he’s finished because the jammies give me that same comforting restrained feeling. When he sets me on my back in the crib, he leans over to kiss my lips gently. “Would you like your wrists restrained, Little one? I’m gathering it soothes you to be completely confined.”
I nod, my cheeks heating. “Yes, Daddy.” I find my breathing slowing as he cuffs my wrists and attaches them to the railing of my crib. I won’t be able to turn over or even move more than a few inches, but it’s calming.
I also won’t be able to accidentally touch myself inappropriately. That’s a relief.
When Daddy pats my diaper between my legs, I notice something else. The diaper he put on me for the night is far thicker than the daytime ones were. My legs are bent wide. Any effort to close them is futile against the thick absorbent layers.
“Sleep, baby girl. See you in the morning.” He glances at the baby monitor in the corner of my crib and pads from my room, pulling my door almost closed. He leaves it ajar a few inches.
I can’t believe at the end of the first day of being fully regressed, I’m smiling. I’m actually happy. The majority of my concerns were unfounded. I can’t think why I ever thought this experience would be anything other than amazing. There is something extremely freeing about having every single ounce of control taken out of my hands.
I supposed I could fight against emptying my bottles if I were really feeling disobedient, but then I remember the red medicine Anabel’s Daddy gave her and realize my Daddy would have ways to make me eat too if I defied him.
I won’t though. I’m a good girl.
Chapter Six
My nerves are frayed as Daddy parks the golf cart in front of the doctor’s office the next morning. He lifts me out and settles me in my stroller. This is my first stroller experience. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it at first, but then he pulled my arms through a full five-point harness and buckled me in tight. That was the end of my concerns.
A friendly nurse with a huge smile and a blond bob greets us at the front desk. “Hi. I’m Nurse Kelly. So nice to meet you, Mr. Harbron. This must be your Little, Melody.” She comes around the desk and bends down to pat me on the head. “Welcome to Regression Island, sweetie.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” I respond with a nervous whisper.
While Daddy fills out some forms, he hands me a bottle I watched him make earlier. He put about an inch of apple juice in the bottom and filled it with water. It’s room temperature by now. I take a sip but then tuck it next to me.
When I allow myself to look around, I see there are two other Littles waiting just like me. They also have on nothing but a diaper, a small t-shirt, and shoes. One of them is asleep in her stroller. Maybe she doesn’t feel well.
I’m glad I’m not here for a sick visit. That would be worse.
After Daddy fills out some forms, the nurse brings us back to an exam room and shuts the door. “I’ll just get your vitals.”
Daddy unbuckles me and lifts me from the stroller onto the end of the exam table.
Nurse Kelly takes my blood pressure and checks my pulse. When she backs up, she points at a scale. “Can you set her on the scale for me so I can get her weight and height.”
Daddy lifts me down and puts me on my feet, letting me waddle to the scale.
“Stand tall for me, sweetie.” The nurse sets something flat on top of my head to check my height, then I’m swung back up onto the table by Daddy.
She writes several things down on her chart and smiles. “Dr. Morgan will be in shortly.”
