As if sensing she was worrying, Zander distracted her with a few additional twirls of the device inside her. Soon, he announced, “That’s the perfect spot. Ten minutes, Little girl. This isn’t so bad now, is it?”
“I don’t like this.”
“New things are scary at first. I’ll take your temperature often, so this becomes easier. Have you learned about the kink club with a Little community about an hour’s drive from here? We’ll have to check it out, so you’ll have some friends to play with.”
A flash of jealousy filled her. “When did you last go to the kink club?” she asked, glaring at him.
“I hadn’t attended for many months before you returned, Essie. I’d given up on finding the right person for me.”
“I’m the right person for you?” she asked, her anger dissolving.
“You are exactly the one I’ve searched to find.”
She wiggled happily on the mat, jarring the thick thermometer in her bottom. “Is ten minutes up?” she asked.
“Not yet, Little girl.” He stroked his hand over her buttocks before adding, “Having Daddy check your temperature wasn’t worth all that fuss, was it?”
She struggled to figure out how to answer. Admit the truth and give him more control over her, or lie and get in trouble? “The thermometer isn’t awful.”
“I’m glad. I plan to keep a close eye on you. And your cute bottom.”
“Daddy,” she wailed.
“I bet I can help you enjoy your Daddy’s attentions. Did you notice the special reward chair in the nursery?”
She immediately looked around as much as she could from her position. “Which one?”
“I’ll show you. When I discovered that keyhole. I found Edmund’s listing of Little supplies and the manuals for their use. Reading them was a challenge.”
“Why, Daddy?” she blurted.
“Because my cock about pushed a hole through my jeans as I imagined exploring all the hidden features of this room.”
“There are more?”
“Yes. Would you like to experience the chair first?” he asked, rubbing the length of her spine.
Essie nodded eagerly. “Please. I promise I’ll be good. Wait! It doesn’t have anything to do with that enema thing, right?”
“The injector? No. We’ll save that for a day when you have a tummy ache. Let me check the time. Look at that. Ten seconds left. Count down with me. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one! What a good girl you are!”
Essie squirmed with happiness at his praise. Allowing him to treat her so intimately had its rewards.
Zander slid the thick tube from her bottom and rotated it to determine her temperature. “Slightly high. That’s reassuring. We’ll check again tonight to make sure you’re on the mend. Let me clean this up, and we’ll get to your reward.”
A short while later, Zander lifted her from the mat andreturned the padded top to the storage spot behind. “Okay, Essie. Clothing isn’t allowed on the special seat.”
Before she could ask questions, Zander lifted her shirt over her head and unfastened her bra. After dropping both garments on the floor, he knelt at her feet to remove her sneakers, pants, and panties. “Perfect. Come with me.”
Taking her hand, Zander squeezed her fingers gently. “You are going to love this.”
Feeling exposed, standing naked with him fully clothed, Essie struggled not to cover herself. Her Daddy did not allow her to hide from him. “There are two chairs in here, Daddy. Which one is the special chair?”
He pointed at a nondescript wooden chair in the corner. Pulling out the keyring, he asked, “Want to see what makes the seat incredible?”
“That key does something there too?”
“It does.”
