Chapter Ten

Dr. Kirk smiled, his eyes never leaving the sight of Little Ella.

Could that woman be any cuter? The shortalls were off now. Her bra was still on. So were her pink, ruffled panties.

That little girl was blushing hard.

You don’t have to be nervous, honey. Daddy’s here. He’ll take care of you.

He took a thermometer, along with some lube, from the cabinet and then pulled a pair of latex gloves from the box atop the counter. He snapped them on.

Ella jumped a bit at the sound.

He didn't miss her gasp, either.

"It's okay," he said. "Just try to relax your body. This won’t be bad, honey. But I'll have to use a bit of jelly and that can be cold. Not too bad, though.”

She nodded.

“I’m going to tug those cute panties down.”

She nodded again but stayed as still as a statue.

He slowly pulled them from her waist. He kept going to reveal a neatly trimmed pubic mound. He went lower. When she spread her legs to step out of the panties, the glossy slickness on her inner thighs gleamed in the bright overhead florescent lights.

The doctor sucked in his bottom lip and tried not to overreact. But that woman was primed and ready. Her little cunny was dripping. He had to fight the urge to stick a finger inside and probe her depths.

“Lay on your tummy, cutie.”

“It’s a big tummy,” she grumbled.

“Little missy,” he said, his words encased in steel. “You keep talking like that and this doctor might just prescribe a trip over his knee.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

He nodded. “Just do as you’ve been told.”

“Yes, sir.”

Ella obeyed. She was trembling now.

Dr. Kirk stepped up to her and placed a reassuring hand on her back.

"You’re such a brave girl. I’m so proud of you.”

Ella nodded, but her nerves didn't seem to calm. She did release a pleased sigh, though. So his words had some effect on her, at least.

His hand glided across the silky surface of her bare skin. His touch had the desired effect. Ella's tension eased a bit. Her body relaxed.

“I’m going to put the jelly on now. It won’t hurt. Remember—it’s just a little cold. But that’s no big deal for a brave girl like you.”

He applied the lubricant, spreading it first around her tight hole and then dipping inside. He didn’t go too deep. But it was enough to cause her to cry out.

Whether that cry signaled nervousness, discomfort, or pleasure, he didn’t know.

But he was leaning toward pleasure.

Either way, she didn’t have much trouble with it.

“I’m so proud of you,” he said in a gentle and caring tone. “You’re one of the bravest Littles I’ve ever seen.”

She giggled.

But when it came time for the actual temperature, Ella clenched.

“You’ve got this. Breathe in. Breathe out. Relax,” he encouraged.

Ella did so and quickly unclenched.

“You know what?” he said, talking to her as he continued to push the glass thermometer into her rectum. “I’m going to take you to the ship’s store and buy you a toy when we’re done. I think you’ve earned it.”

“Really?”

“Yep. I mean, look at what a big, brave girl you’re being.”

"Okay, Daddy."

That word.

He knew she hadn’t meant to call him that. The term had just slipped. But he loved hearing it. It did things to him.

All kinds of things.

“Just a few more seconds,” he said, choosing to ignore what she’d just said. “Almost done.”

She whimpered and nodded.

“Good girl. I’m pulling it out now.”

She gasped and shivered as he withdrew the instrument. He checked the reading.

“No fever. I didn’t think you had one. How’s your little tummy been feeling.”

She rolled over and sat up. “There’s nothing little about my tummy,” she said. With that in mind, she folded her arms in front of her, attempting to cover her midriff.

The doctor took off his gloves and tossed them in the wastebasket.

“Off the table. Come on.”

“What?” she said.

He had one of her elbows in his hand, guiding her body into submission. Before she knew what was happening, he had her feet on the ground and her body bent over, her stomach now resting on the table, her bottom in the air.

He slapped her rear five times, causing her to yelp more from shock than pain.

“Didn’t I warn you what would happen if you spoke poorly of yourself in this office?”

“Yes, s-sir,” she said, nearly crying.

“But you just had to press me, huh?”

He spanked her five more times.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Kirk! I forgot!”

“Don’t apologize to me, little missy. Apologize to yourself. You’re the one that kind of talk hurts.”

He continued to deliver a sound spanking, his flattened palm smacking loudly against her bottom as she began to sob.

Once he was satisfied she’d had enough, he took hold of her elbow once again and guided her until she was standing upright, looking at him.

He held an index finger up, close to her face as he said, “Next time, little girl, you won’t get off so easy. I’ll get my belt. Or better yet, we can march right down to the ship’s store and buy a paddle. Do you understand me?”

She sniffled and wiped a cascading tear. “Yes, sir.”

He nodded, smiled, and said, “Good girl.”

He hugged her tightly. He felt her body relax in his tight embrace. He gently swayed her.

“I don’t like having to discipline you, baby doll. But when you say such ugly things, you leave me no choice.”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry.”

“Good girl.”

He let his arm fall lower until his hand reached her still smarting bottom. He patted it softly.

Was he pushing it? Maybe. She wasn’t his Little. At least, they hadn’t established any kind of formal relationship dynamic. But he’d been dreaming about this woman for so long. And fate had delivered them to this moment. He wasn’t about to waste it.

He pulled away and took another look at her chart.

“Honey, in your paperwork it says you wear diapers. But I don’t see one.” He made a show of looking at her discarded panties. “Don’t get me wrong, those little undies are as cute as can be—especially on a cutie like you—but they need to be worn over a diaper.”

She giggled and looked at the floor, too bashful to look him in the eyes.

“We have a whole shelf of diapers for little cuties like you. Would you like to see?” he said.

It took Ella a few seconds, but she eventually nodded, still keeping her eyes trained at the floor the entire time.

The doctor walked to one of the built-in cabinets along the wall and opened the doors. “Come here, honey. Pick which one you want. There are plenty to choose from.”

He held out his hand. Ella was slow joining him, but she made her way to the cabinet and peered inside.

“That one,” she said quietly.

He pulled out a bulky, plastic-backed disposable nappy and nodded his approval. “What does it have on it?” he asked, pointing to one of the characters depicted on the garment.

“Princesses,” she said bashfully, smiling as she saw the cartoonish princess. “She has a tiara and a wand.”

“That’s right,” the doc said. “And I think you need a tiara and wand, too. I know for a fact they sell them at the store. When we go pick out that toy, we’ll pick them up, as well.”

“Thank you,” she said.

He thought she almost called him Daddy again but had stopped short of it.

That’s okay, he thought. She’ll call me that soon enough.