“Good. Bring her in if she isn’t wetting herself completely every few hours.”
After my conversation with Daddy last night about the many ways the doctor can force me to pee myself, I have no desire to test that possibility.
The doctor palms my diaper and squeezes it. It’s dry, but he doesn’t comment. “What about her bowels?”
“She hasn’t gone since we arrived.”
He nods. “It’s important for her to empty her bowels once a day. That’s much harder for her to let go of then wetting. What I recommend to all new patients is that you give her a suppository first thing every morning. You don’t even need to change her first. Just roll her to one side, reach under her diaper, and push the medicine up inside her bottom. Hold it there until it dissolves. She’ll fill her diaper within fifteen minutes, and she won’t have to spend half her time worrying about needing to go potty during the day when she’s maybe not at home.”
Daddy nods. “That will work.”
“I’ll give you a bottle of suppositories to take with you.”
I’m mortified by this discussion, but I say nothing.
Dr. Morgan faces me again as he takes a step close to my chest. “Can you lift your arms over your head, sweetie?”
I shiver as I do so because it makes me feel more exposed. My chest arches.
The doctor begins to check my breasts, his fingers moving around in a spiral from the outer swell toward my nipples.
When I flinch, Daddy grasps my wrists above my head in one hand and holds them firmly. “Stay still, baby girl,” he admonishes.
I’ve had breast exams before, but this is different. I don’t have the comfort of any gown at all, which leaves me totally exposed. Plus Daddy has never been in the room when I visit my obgyn, and he certainly hasn’t restrained me while the doctor examined my boobs.
I release a breath when Dr. Morgan finishes that part of the exam, but my relief is short-lived because the next thing he does is round to the end of the table and remove my diaper.
I’m breathing heavily at the new level of exposure when he lifts my ankles, bends my legs and presses my knees toward my chest. He clasps both ankles in one hand and uses the other to dab some kind or ointment on my bottom.
I whimper and tighten my forbidden hole.
“I’m just going to take your temperature, sweetie. Relax for me.” A second before he touches my bottom again, I glance to the side and catch the thermometer in his hand.
I hold my breath and squeeze my eyes closed.
“Breathe, baby girl. It’s just a thermometer,” Daddy says. He’s still holding my wrists, and I think this is probably for the best. “Melody…” he warns.
I blink at him and draw in a breath, though I don’t want to.
“Good girl. Again.”
I hold his gaze while I breathe through this humiliation. I don’t even know why it bothers me. Dr. Morgan is a medicalprofessional. He’s just examining me. My nervousness is all in my head.
When he finally removes the thermometer, I breathe out, thinking this part is over. But before I can relax, the doctor presses a finger up inside my bottom and rotates it around, feeling inside me.
I feel the heat creep up my cheeks and down my chest while he continues to prod inside my rectum. It doesn’t hurt at all. In fact, it feels kind of good, and I hate that.
Finally, he withdraws his finger and lowers my legs.
I’m panting, and I don’t even care that the doctor lifts first one foot and then the other into stirrups. He parts them wide and settles on a stool between my legs.
I will myself to breathe, staring at the ceiling, reminding myself I’ve had pelvic exams before. This is no different. Except it is.
He palpates my pussy, examining my labia and my clit. I’m wet. He has to notice that. So does Daddy. “I’m going to put the speculum in now, sweetie. It’s a bit cold. Relax for me.”
As the metal slides into my channel, I grit my teeth. He spreads it open, swabs my cervix, and removes it. It’s all over quickly, and then he’s on his feet. He pushes two fingers up inside my pussy and presses against the front wall, using the other hand to apply pressure to my pelvis.
I’m exhausted by the time he removes his fingers and pats my pussy. He looks at Daddy. “Everything looks good. Make sure you use plenty of diaper cream to protect her skin, especially the first few weeks. I advise you not to change her every time she wets herself the smallest amount to avoid her manipulating you. These diapers are very absorbent. A little moisture and discomfort won’t hurt her. Diaper training is the hardest part. It sounds like she’s doing well so far, but if things change don’t hesitate to bring her in. I’ve seen more than a few Littles try tocontrol their Mommies and Daddies the only way they can, by holding it in too long or the opposite, constantly wanting to be changed. You’ll need to nip that in the bud fast.”
