Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
“Goofiness isn’t a usual part of your visit, but I thought you might like to see that this isn’t a scary place,” Dr. Richards said with a smile.
Coco nodded. “It does feel different from other offices.”
“I’m glad. Are you ready to let me see if I can help you feel your best?” Dr. Richards asked.
“Okay.” Coco didn’t resist as her Daddy boosted her up to stand next to the chair. Roman joined her quickly and gave her a sideways hug as they walked toward the exam room.
Once inside, Dr. Richards told Roman, “Help Coco undress. I’ll get her height and weight first.”
He’s not going to leave? Coco looked around for a gown as Roman pulled her shirt up. The exam table was empty except for the smooth paper that lined it. “Um, don’t I need something to put on?”
“Not here, Coco. I’ll need to see all of you,” Dr. Richards answered as he labeled a file with her name. He asked her a few questions, distracting her as Roman stripped away her clothes.
When she stood nude under the bright, white lights, Coco wrapped her arms around herself. What would Roman say about her weight? She hadn’t thought about how much personal information he would learn about her. “Daddy, you could wait outside for this part.”
Roman gently drew her arms back to her sides. “No hiding, baby girl. I’m staying with you, sweetheart. I already know you fit perfectly in my arms when I carry you around. A number on the scale isn’t important.”
“Exactly. As long as you’re healthy, the information I record is only important if I need to give you the correct dose of medicine for your body.”
Coco relaxed a bit. Standing here with two fully dressed men could have threatened her, but Coco didn’t worry. She had Roman with her. Her Daddy would make sure everything was all right.
“Coco, step up on the scale please, facing the center of the room,” Dr. Richards instructed as he walked to the scale. He quickly measured her height and recorded both.
“Good job, Little girl. Lay down on the table on your tummy,” Dr. Richards directed.
Coco swallowed hard. She knew what was coming next. Roman helped her climb onto the table and settle down on her tummy. Somehow, this made her feel more exposed than when her breasts were showing.
Roman rubbed her back to soothe her as Dr. Richards moved a rolling tray of supplies next to the table. One look at the display made her turn her head down into the padding. She swallowed hard.
“Coco, I’m going to tell you what I’m doing every step of the way so you don’t get scared.”
She nodded not looking at him. Her heart beat faster at the sound of gloves snapping.
“First, I’m going to put some lubricant on and in your rectum. Then, I’ll take your temperature.”
Coco closed her eyes as the doctor parted her bottom and rubbed the slippery mixture into place before pressing his finger deep inside. Rotating it around, Dr. Richards thoroughly applied the lubricant to her interior walls. She turned her head slightly to peek at her Daddy’s reaction and found him intently watching Dr. Richards’ actions. Somehow, that made the treatment seem more intimate.
“Here’s the thermometer, Coco. I’m sorry it’s cold. Your bottom will warm it up quickly.”
She gasped as the thick tube slid deep inside her and shivered at the cold sensation.
“That’s my good girl,” her Daddy complimented her as he rubbed her back.
“That will need to stay in place for ten minutes to get the most accurate reading. I’ll keep this in place. Some Littles like to try to push it out.” Dr. Richards’ hand cupped over the end of the device, holding it firmly in place before he asked, “Do you take any medications? Birth control? Vitamins? Other prescriptions?”
She shook her head.
“We’re currently using condoms. Is there a form of birth control you recommend?”
“Your visit is a perfect time to investigate what works best for Coco. Are your cycles regular, Little girl?”
Coco pressed her face harder into the padding as she felt her face heat. She knew she was blushing bright red. Discussing this in front of her Daddy was embarrassing.
“Coco, Daddy needs to know everything about you. There’s no need to feel shy,” Roman reassured her.
“No. I never know when it’s going to start,” she whispered.
“Is the flow heavy with cramps?”
Mortified to be discussing this in front of Roman, Coco consoled herself with the fact that he wasn’t just some guy she was dating. Roman was her Daddy. She admitted the truth, “The worst!”
“That helps me recommend the correct prescription. Do you have any other health concerns?” Dr. Richards asked.
Coco shook her head.
Roman cleared his throat. She knew he was waiting for her to speak, but Coco couldn’t. She repeated the same denial gesture and stiffened, expecting the doctor to not care.