I hold my breath as he eases the thermometer inside me. I really don’t like this part.
“Do you have any questions or concerns?” he asks Daddy as he waits.
“Yes. Two actually.”
“Good. What’s the first one?”
“I’d like to start having anal sex with her. Can you recommend a good set of plugs we can use to gradually prepare her?”
I suck in a breath, shocked by Daddy’s request.
“Of course.” Dr. Morgan removes the thermometer and looks at it. “No fever.” He sets it aside and pats my thigh. “Can you roll over for me, sweetie?”
I’m shaking as I roll onto my tummy with Daddy’s help.
“Pull your knees up under you, Melody. You can rest your thighs on your heels. I’m going to examine your bottom so we can make the best selection of plugs.”
I’m mortified. My face is ten shades of red. I can feel the heat. I bite my lip as I do as I’m told.
Daddy sets his hand on my lower back, but my bottom is now high and exposed.
Dr. Morgan puts some lube on his gloved fingers and holds my cheeks apart. He presses around my tight hole and pushes a finger inside me. He reaches as far as he can and pushes all around inside me while I hold my breath.
“You’re doing well, sweetie. I’m going to add a second finger. Take a deep breath and blow it out.”
I can’t begin to follow that instruction. I try, but breathing isn’t on the list of things my brain is able to communicate right now. His finger is still inside me.
Daddy rubs my back. “Deep breath, baby girl,” he commands.
I respond to his voice immediately, drawing in oxygen as if his voice alone is enough to control my movements.
When the doctor adds a second finger and slowly eases them inside my bottom, I start panting. It’s tight. “Good girl,” he says. He scissors them a bit before removing them. He pats my bottom with his other hand. “You can roll back over and relax now.”
I’m shaking as Daddy helps me onto my back.
“Everything looks good. I’ll write a few suggestions down for you and you can order them. Start with the smallest a few hours a day and gradually work your way up. You’ll know when she’s ready to take the next size.”
Daddy nods. “Thank you.”
“What was your other concern?” Dr. Morgan asks.
I’m quite certain I don’t want to hear it.
“Melody has developed an intense need to be restrained. She wasn’t like this before we came to the island. Now she can’t sleep unless I restrain her, and she starts to panic when we leave the house unless she is fully harnessed, and I have a firm grip on her leash.”
“Hmm.” Dr. Morgan frowns, thinking.
Daddy continues. “Some of it is a mental block. For example, I understand her desire to be strapped to the changing table so she feels like wetting herself is totally out of her control. Same with sleeping. She knows she can’t touch herself or try to remove her diaper if I strap her hands to the railing. It’s calming, again because I’ve taken away her options so she can’t masturbate without permission.”
I close my eyes and purse my lips. I’m so embarrassed.
Daddy senses my unease because he takes my hand and squeezes it, reassuring me.
“You’re right about those instances. They’re perfectly normal. She’s not the only Little who needs encouragement to wet herself or restraint so she can’t play with her nipples or take off her diaper. Half the Littles on the island have those issues. It’s the other I’m concerned about. That feels different. When did you first notice her panicking in public?”
“We got separated at the zoo, and when I found her, she was nearly having an anxiety attack. That was the first time I introduced the harness.”
He nods, rubbing his chin. While he thinks, he lifts my bottom and puts a clean diaper on me. Afterward, he helps me sit and meets my gaze. “Did you ever get separated from your parents when you were young, Melody?”
