Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Chapter Ten
Margaret
“Hey, Baby girl…”
At the sound of that deep voice, I slowly blink my eyes open. I was having such a strange dream, but now that I’m coming awake, I realize it wasn’t a dream at all.
I’m staring up at Bamgin and shift my attention to my other side to find Nanish. I’m on a bed of some sort. They’re flanking me, standing, each holding one of my hands.
“There’s our girl,” Nanish says.
When I open my mouth to speak, I realize something is preventing me.
Bamgin reaches up to pull the object out of my mouth.
I flush as I remember the pacifier. Have I been sucking on it all this time? How long has it been? I glance around the room. We’re not in Bamgin’s apartment anymore. I think we’re in a doctor’s office.
Bamgin strokes the top of my head, smiling. “You need to wake up for a bit, sleepy girl. Dankin is going to examine you and prepare you for surgery.”
Panic consumes me. My heart beats faster.
Nanish cups my face. “Take a deep breath, Little one. Do you want me to prick your skin?”
I shake my head. I don’t want them influencing me while the doctor examines my leg. I need to make sure I feel confident about his skills.
A door opens, and I flinch.
Another giant Eleadian man steps up beside Nanish. His eyes are friendly, and his demeanor calms me even before he speaks. “Nice to meet you, Margaret. I’m Dankin, the ship doctor.”
Bamgin pats my head. “We haven’t discussed reverence with you yet. Little girls on Eleadia are expected to speak politely to all men. You’ll address Dankin as Sir and be cooperative while he examines you. Understood?”
I stare at Bamgin, blinking. My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. I’m too stunned by this new revelation.
Nanish sets a hand on my sternum, bringing attention to the fact that there’s a soft blanket covering me. Even my arms are underneath. “What happens to naughty Little girls who disobey their Papis?”
I inhale sharply as I shift my attention to him.
His brow lifts.
I clench my butt cheeks together, remembering what happened last time I didn’t do as I was told. My pussy clenches at the same time. I don’t understand my body’s reaction to these two men, especially not with regard to being disciplined. Wetness is leaking out of me, but when I try to squeeze my thighs together, I come up short. Something is between them.
Bamgin rubs the top of my head. “Answer your Papi, Baby girl. What happened when you refused to finish your bottle earlier?”
I hold my breath, not looking at the doctor. I’m mortified for my Papis to speak so candidly about my prior disobedience in front of him. Everyone is waiting for me to respond.
My face is so hot it might spontaneously combust. Not seeing any other way out of this situation, I lick my lips and whisper, “You spanked me.”
Nanish pats my chest. “That’s right. Do you need another spanking before the doctor examines you, Baby girl? It’s okay if you do. Sometimes a spanking helps Little girls relax.”
I shake my head. “No, Papi.” Hopefully my use of the endearment he taught me will soften him.
He does smile. “Good girl. What do you say to the doctor?”
I bite my lip for a moment, heart racing, before I look at him. “Nice to meet you, Sir.”
He beams and pats my good leg over the blanket. “I’m going to examine you now, Margaret.”
“She likes to be called Mags,” Nanish says.
He’s right. No one has ever called me that before, but I like it better than any previous nickname, especially because my Papis came up with it. It’s special to me now.
The doctor nods. “Mags has a nice ring to it. Very sweet. I’m going to uncover you, Mags. Your Papis will help you sit up so I can start your exam.” He removes the soft blanket so fast I don’t have a chance to reach for it.
My Papis each take an arm and help me sit upright.
I immediately cover my breasts while staring down at my lower half and discovering what I feel between my legs is a diaper. Gasping, my heart nearly stops.
“Lower your hands, Baby girl,” Nanish commands softly. “We told you earlier not to cover yourself. Little girls are not allowed to play with their titties or cover their boobies.”
I jerk my attention to him, shocked by the babyish words. I’m diapered. I’ve taken a bottle and used a pacifier, and now he’s referring to my chest as boobies and titties. On top of that, wetness is leaking out of my pussy.
My legs are extended out in front of me on the hospital bed, and Bamgin adjusts my good leg, bending my knee and angling my thigh toward him to help me sit up better.