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)
I haven’t lowered my hands. I’m still too shocked to move, but my Papis do it for me now, each circling a wrist and lowering my arms to my sides.
“That’s your last warning, Little one,” Nanish admonishes. “No playing with your titties. If you touch them again, one of us will swat them to remind you.”
I gasp. Swat my nipples? The traitorous buds swell and stiffen at the idea. What’s wrong with me? I should jump off this table and run from the room. Instead I find myself wanting to obey these men. The thought of disappointing them makes me queasy.
Bamgin lifts my chin and leans in closer to hold my gaze. “Do you understand, Little one?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
“It’s hard for Little girls to learn to keep their fingers away from their titties, but you will control the urge to touch them. After a few swats to your tender buds, you’ll think twice about playing with them.” He lifts a brow.
A tightness in my tummy accompanies the rush of wetness leaking into my diaper. I don’t think I’ve peed myself, but the soft material is damp anyway from my arousal. I squirm from embarrassment and hope the doctor doesn’t discover my dampness.
Nanish pulls my hand back several inches, forcing me to sit taller with a palm on the small of my back. “I’m sure Dankin has a little crop he can use to spank your titties a few times if you want to know what it feels like.”
My breath hitches, and I shake my head. “No, Papi. I’ll be good.” I don’t see how I have a choice. My head is spinning. Every few seconds, I learn something new, and all this information is confusing me.
Nanish takes a step farther behind me, making room for the doctor to move closer. Bamgin pulls my other hand back, causing me to arch my chest. I’m so exposed. Heat creeps up my face.
Dankin uses a little light to look in my eyes. He tips my head to the side to examine my ear before repeating the action on the other side. With a hand at the back of my head, he tips me back and nudges my nostrils open to see inside. “Open your mouth wide for me, Little one.”
I do as I’m told, telling myself this is just an ordinary exam. It is, isn’t it?
He sets a stethoscope on my chest next. “Deep breath, Mags.”
Inhaling deeply, I try not to think about my exposed breasts and diaper. It’s difficult, though. The two glaring facts consume me. Adults don’t wear diapers on Earth, nor do they get examined without a gown.
“Good girl,” Dankin praises. “You can lie her back now. Nanish, why don’t you stand at her head and secure her wrists for me.”
Panic consumes me as I’m lowered to my back, and when my Papis lift my arms up, I tug them free, instinctively covering my boobs again.
Bamgin kisses my forehead while both men circle my wrists again and lift them high above my head. A moment later, they wrap something around each wrist, restraining me.
The doctor pulls a strap across my chest below my boobs and cinches it tight. “Don’t worry, Mags. All Little girls are secured to the exam table when they visit the doctor. It’s for your safety, but I’m going to let your Papis discipline you before I continue your exam.”
I twist my torso, trying to free myself. “No. Please, no. Let me up.”
Both men lower their heads to my chest, and all the air leaves my lungs when they suck my nipples. All the blood runs to my pussy, too. My arousal shoots through the roof in seconds. All I can focus on is the way they flick my titties with their tongues, sucking and flicking my sensitive buds until they’re both hard points.
When they release my nipples, I look around wildly, unable to form words as Dankin hands Bamgin a strange object. It has a wooden handle and square flap at the end. Nanish mentioned a crop. This is what I’m looking at.
I squirm again. “Noo…”
Bamgin grips my boobie, forcing my titty to push upward. Under the circumstances, those babyish words seem appropriate. A moment later, all the air wooshes out of me when the flap strikes my titty. Papi swats it two more times before handing the crop to Nanish.
My other Papi does the same thing to my other titty, leaving me panting and dizzy. My nipples are throbbing, the burn making me want to squeeze them more than ever. I can’t do any such thing with my arms secured above my head.
Bamgin suddenly opens my diaper and pulls the front down, exposing my pussy to everyone. He parts my folds. “Soaked,” he announces.
I’m mortified. My pussy is pulsing. I need him to touch me there so badly. All he’s doing is holding my labia wide open. When he finally trails a finger through my arousal, I moan loudly, the sound echoing off the walls.