As soon as she leaves, Daddy lifts my chin. “See? Just a checkup. No need to worry.” He keeps a hand on my thigh as if I might fall if he lets go of me.
Moments later, the door opens again, and a distinguished man in his late forties comes in wearing a white lab coat.
“Hi there, sweet girl. You must be Melody.” He chucks me under the chin and lifts a hand to Daddy. “You must be Bentley Harbron. Nice to meet you.”
“You too,” Daddy responds.
“So you two arrived on our island yesterday, right?”
“Yes.”
“I hope your transition has been smooth so far?”
“So far.” Daddy smiles. “She’s done amazing. I’m really proud of her.”
“Is this her first experience with deep regression?”
“Yes. We were experiencing more and more behavioral issues at home. She’s been testing her boundaries and defying me at every turn lately. I thought a few months of regression would help her get back on track.”
Dr. Morgan smiles as he nods. “Usually works.” He winks at me. “Though I’ll warn you, after a summer on our island, some Littles don’t like to return to their old ways. They may fight every step of the way, but in the end it’s very rare they don’t end up far happier in an environment that includes more structure and less options.”
“That’s what I’ve told her.”
The doctor faces me and reaches out to feel my glands. “Head high for me, sweetie. Good girl.”
“How have you been disciplining her on the mainland?”
“Spankings and timeouts, but lately she’s been so naughty it’s hard to keep up.”
I flush at the way Daddy is talking about me. He’s right, but it’s embarrassing.
“Usually with the addition of extremely strict boundaries, most Littles tend to act up less often. However, stick to your guns. It might be hard for her for the first few days and weeks, but don’t tolerate sassiness or disrespect. A firm spanking followed by time spent with her nose to the corner in boredom should be enough of a deterrent. If not, come see me, and we’ll discuss other ways to curb her behavior.”
Daddy nods.
I stare at the floor.
The doctor lifts my chin again and looks into my eyes and nose and ears. “Open your mouth for me, sweetie. Wide as you can.”
I do as I’m told, and he looks at my throat. “Good girl.” He sets his instruments aside, and his hands come to the hem of my shirt. “Arms up.”
I shiver as he removes my T-shirt.
“Sit tall for me so I can listen to your heart.” He stands across from Daddy on the other side of the table and sets the cool diskof his stethoscope on my boob near my nipple. “Deep breath.” He moves the disk to another spot. “Again.”
This happens several more times on my chest and then my back.
When he’s satisfied, he sets a hand on my shoulder blades. “Lie back for me.”
Daddy holds my hand when I reach for him.
The doctor feels me belly all over. “Any issues with her bladder or bowels?”
“Not yet.”
“She’s urinating often?”
“Yes. So far. She was hesitant at first but hasn’t balked again yet.”
