Daddy Says(16)
“I want you to take this into the bathroom and…” When she opened her mouth, he shook his head before continuing. “Unless you are about to say, ‘yes, Daddy’, I suggest you remember that this is the easiest way to provide the sample that the doctor requires.”
Another wiggle, another soft mewl, and she accepted the specimen container. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl. And what would you like to say to Nurse Julie?”
“I’m-I’m sorry for… for being rude.”
“And a naughty girl,” Sawyer prompted.
Big violet eyes pleaded to be spared the admission, but he didn’t budge. With a blush that ran up from the neckline of her yellow blouse to color her cheeks, she watched the nurse pull the ruined paper off the table and replace it with a fresh piece. Jane proved she was very sorry for being so badly behaved by moving off her daddy’s lap and bending to pick up the shredded paper on the floor. “And a nau-naughty girl.”
“I accept your apology, Miss Janie,” Julie said, reaching out her hand after Jane had thrown the paper away. “I’ll take you to the bathroom, and after you’ve finished, you can choose a juice box and a snack.”
“Thank you,” Jane said, taking the nurse’s hand. Sawyer watched as the two left the room, willing to bet that once inside the privacy of the bathroom, Jane would not only fill the container, but she’d take a good long look at her bottom. He smiled, imagining her surprise to discover it wasn’t anywhere near as red as she probably thought. It was only her second spanking, and while he hadn’t given her love taps, he most certainly had gone easy on her. She’d learn soon enough that a naughty girl’s behind could be far more than the rosy hue he’d painted onto her plump little cheeks.
When she returned, sucking on the straw of a box containing apple juice, the gurgling sound attesting to the fact that she’d emptied it rather quickly, he smiled and opened his arms, giving her a hug when she flew into them. “Good juice?”
“It wasn’t bad, but it isn’t coffee or a Coke,” she said softly, leaning against him.
“No, but it is far better for you. Did you eat something?”
“Yes, Jul… Nurse Julie gave me a mini blueberry muffin, but I’m still hungry.”
“You can eat a big breakfast after the doctor finishes your exam. And, remember, Janie, you’ve promised to do exactly as Dr. Harper instructs you—”
“I’m sure she will do just fine.” They both looked toward the door to see a man in a white coat, a stethoscope peeking from one pocket, entering. Sawyer kept Janie close with one arm around her waist as he extended his free hand. “Hello, Martin. Thanks for fitting us in today.”
“My pleasure, Sawyer. And this must be your Jane.”
“Yes, this is Janie. Janie, say hello to Dr. Harper.”
“Hello.”
“Please, sit down and we’ll go over what you can expect.”
“Oh, okay,” she said, climbing onto Sawyer’s lap when he returned to the chair he’d occupied earlier.
The doctor pulled up a wheeled stool and sat down. “As your daddy has probably told you, the purpose of today’s visit is to get a baseline on your health. We’ll take your height and weight, check your eyes, nose, and throat, your heartbeat, etc. You’ve had a Pap smear before?”
“Um, no.”
Sawyer was surprised and asked, “How did you get birth control without a pelvic exam?”
“The clinic I go to doesn’t require one to get the shots,” Jane said.
“No, but any doctor will tell you that regular Pap smears are important, and you’ll have your first today, young lady,” Dr. Harper said. He didn’t give her a chance to protest as he asked his next question. “Do you do regular self-exams of your breasts?”
“No, well, not really.”
“That’s fine. I’ll do that as well and show both you and your daddy how to perform them.”
Sawyer saw her flush as she snuck a glance up at him, but she didn’t protest and turned her attention back to the doctor when he continued. “It’s really the same sort of exam you’d receive from your regular doctor. Now, before we begin, do you have any questions or concerns?”
When she shifted on his lap, her fingers playing with the hem of her sweater, Sawyer spoke softly. “Go ahead, sweetie. You can ask whatever you want. It’s important that you feel comfortable.”
“Really? So if I don’t want to do the pelvic thing, I don’t have to?”
Sawyer shook his head. “Janie, that question has already been answered. You will have both a pelvic and a rectal exam.”
“Daddy!” she squealed, immediately burying her face in his neck.
Giving her a squeeze, he then set her back, but it took his fingers on her chin to have her meeting his eyes. “There is nothing to be embarrassed about. This is a doctor’s office, and as I’ve told you, it is important that we ascertain that you are in good health and capable of playing.” He paused and then gave her a grin. “That is if you still want to include sex in our relationship?”
If anything, her face turned even more crimson, but she immediately nodded.
“Then, do you have any other questions?”
“You-you said capable but you know I’m not a virgin. I-I’ve been capable of having sex for years.”
Dr. Harper reached out and patted her knee before sitting back. “What your daddy means is that he is a large man and wants to make sure that your body is capable of handling him without too much discomfort.”
Sawyer watched her eyes go huge, drop to his crotch, then fly back to his eyes, a fresh wave of color spreading up her neck.
“What… what if I-I can’t?”
Martin continued. “I’m quite sure you can, it just might take a bit of training.”
Her eyes darted between the two men and when she didn’t speak, Sawyer figured she wasn’t quite ready to ask what constituted ‘training’. That was fine as she’d learn the answer soon enough.
The doctor stood. “I’m going to step outside. Once your daddy helps you get ready, he can press the button by the table and I’ll be back. Just relax, Jane, you’re going to be just fine.”
He stood and pulled open a drawer under the exam table, pulling out what looked like a short robe. But this wasn’t made of paper as seen in most doctors’ offices; this was made of soft fabric and instead of sterile white, it was a light pink with a design of baby animals frolicking all over it. Placing the robe on the table, he gave her another smile and then left the room, pulling the door closed behind him.
* * *
By the time the doctor returned, Jane was seated on the table, her legs swinging a bit. She hadn’t had time to worry about how to undress in privacy, because her daddy had done it for her. Her clothes were now neatly folded, waiting on the edge of the counter where he’d put them. He’d put the robe on her, tying the sash in a bow. Asking if she was ready, he assured her that being nervous was fine, but also reminded her that being naughty would be instantly corrected. Once she’d nodded, he pushed the button that would summon Dr. Harper.
“Let’s get your weight and height first,” the doctor said.
After her daddy lifted her from the table, Jane stepped onto the scales and the exam began. Her weight just tipped the scale at one hundred pounds and though that was within range for her height of 5′2″, she giggled when Sawyer seemed a bit shocked and asked if she was seriously underweight.
“No, Sawyer, she is just petite.”
“Well, I’ll make sure she eats properly,” Sawyer said, despite the doctor’s assurance.
“How much do you weigh, Daddy?” she asked.
Grinning, he stepped onto the scale and she discovered that her daddy weighed more than double what she did and, as he was 6′3″, was a little over a foot taller. No wonder he could lift her so easily! “Wow, you’re really big!”
“And you’re really little,” he countered.
“Are you calling me a little Little?” she teased, squealing when he not only plucked her off her feet, but tossed her into the air before catching her and returning her to sit on the table.
“I guess I am, but you are an adorable little Little.”
The interlude helped ease her nerves and she relaxed as the doctor took her blood pressure and then examined her eyes and ears. It wasn’t until he’d pulled on a glove and asked her to open her mouth wide that a bit of nerves returned.
“I’m just going to check your throat, Jane,” Dr. Harper said, first shining a light into her mouth and then inserting his fingers far enough that she gagged a bit.
When he removed them, she sucked in a couple of breaths. “My last doctor used a long cotton swab for that,” she said.
“That’s because he wasn’t making sure that you’d be able to accommodate a cock in your throat,” Sawyer said, and she practically fell off the table.
“Go on and lie back,” Dr. Harper said, as if Sawyer’s statement was nothing he was unused to hearing.
“I’m going to check your breasts now,” the doctor said, untying the sash of the robe and allowing the fabric to part. “You or your daddy need to do a breast exam every month. If you pick a date and stick to it, it will be easy to remember.”