by Pepper North
“Bye, Daddy,” came the sleepy response from Penelope as Dylan covered her with the soft blanket. Almost immediately, the two Daddies heard a soft snore from the Little girl.
Chapter 19
Dylan found Jack in the garage. The other man had begun bringing all the packages in from the garage. Dylan wrapped his arms around Jack and hugged him tightly. “I didn’t know that I could feel so strongly about a Little girl. She was so hesitant to shop. Penelope didn’t want to buy anything. Benton Gordon’s Little, Charlotte, saved the day. She waved off any protests and just told Penelope that she needed these things. Before I knew it, the cart was loaded, and we had additional supplies that I had forgotten we needed. If you don’t mind throwing in a load of laundry, Penelope has several new outfits and a couple of nightgowns that will actually fit.”
“Consider me the king of laundry,” Jack laughed. “Thanks for taking her. I had an interesting discussion with her oncologist. Dr. Palmer hasn’t seen Penelope in almost a month. The office has been calling her old home, but no one would answer or return the calls. I’ve made an appointment for tomorrow morning. Do you want to go as well?”
Dylan pulled out his phone and pulled up the calendar. “What time?”
“It’s at 8:45. They were pretty eager to see her as quickly as possible. Until Penelope signs a release allowing the doctor to talk to us about her condition, they were pretty limited in what they could share with me,” Jack explained. “They could say, however, that she has missed several important treatments.”
“I wish I could just spend fifteen minutes with that abusive jerk who called himself Daddy,” Dylan said, gritting his teeth in frustration. “Count me in. I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”
Chapter 20
Penelope woke up after a two-hour nap. Jack changed her diaper and held her hand as they walked to the kitchen. Halfway there, Penelope’s stomach growled ferociously. She clapped her hands over her tummy and looked immediately at Jack.
“I thought you might be hungry, Penelope. You’re not a little hungry; you’re starving. What kind of Daddy am I to let his Little girl get so famished? Let’s feed you,” he said urging her down the hallway.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I shouldn’t be hungry. I’ve eaten a lot today,” Penelope apologized, dragging her feet.
Jack stopped and picked her up, cradling his body against his. “Don’t ever be sorry about being hungry. You’re going to eat regularly and get healthier. Besides, we eat in this family. Did you see how much Dylan ate at breakfast? He’s like an eating machine,” Jack said to distract her as he entered the kitchen and helped her into her highchair, latching the tray.
Penelope laughed. “I’ve never seen someone eat so many eggs. He was like a machine.”
Opening the refrigerator for a plate of sandwiches that Barbara had left for them, Jack set it on the table before choosing a ham and cheese sandwich and setting half of it on Penelope’s tray. He smiled to see her pounce on the sandwich and begin eating. Jack poured her a sippy cup full of milk before sitting down next to her and choosing a sandwich of his own. As Penelope finished one half, Jack would set another half in front of her. When she’d finished a sandwich and a half, Penelope couldn’t eat anymore.
The afternoon was bright and sunny, so after lunch, the pair decided to walk around outside so she could become acclimated to her new home. Penelope had a great time watching the squirrels play and the small stream burble along the rocks. Jack loved this home. He had chosen the land specifically to design a home that he would love. Dylan had joined him a few years after the construction had been completed. Jack had modified the basement to create a perfect area for Dylan to focus on bodybuilding.
The pair sat in the bright sunshine on a slight hill overlooking the house and property. Penelope sat on her Daddy’s lap. She leaned back to relax against his chest. “Daddy?” she asked after a few minutes. “Why are you helping me?”
Jack squeezed her in his arms. “I’m helping you because you need the help that I can give. I’m hoping that you will give me the help I need in return.”
“What can I help you with?” Penelope asked confused.
“Dylan and I are very close. He will always be an integral part of my life. We both need to take care of someone special. Our hearts have been intertwined but have been missing a vital piece to make us complete. It did not take long for us to discover that you were the missing piece. We need you to be a part of our family. Not just today but for many todays to come. How do you feel, Penelope? Could you be happy here with us?” Jack asked, kissing the top of her head.
“Does Dylan feel the same?” Penelope asked quietly.
“He does,” Jack said with confidence.
“I could be happy here . . . With you and Dylan. You make me feel important - like part of the family,” she explained.
“Perfect,” Jack answered. He just held his Little girl in his warm arms. They sat quietly, just happy to be together.
Chapter 21
The next morning, they gathered at the kitchen table. Penelope had automatically crawled into her highchair between Dylan and Jack’s chairs. She crunched on peanut butter covered toast and drank milk from her sippy cup. She loved how the sippy cup teetered around on her tray when she flicked it. It wobbled all over the place.
“Penelope, stop playing with your cup. You are going to spill the milk and make a mess,” Dylan said looking at her with a stern look.
She nodded her head and ate a few more bites of toast. When the two men were involved in a discussion about the day, Penelope cautiously pushed the cup again. Her eyes darted to Dylan to make sure that he wasn’t watching. She gave it a few more pokes and then, splash! The cup fell over the tray and crashed to the floor. The impact flipped the top off the cup, throwing the milk everywhere. Penelope leaned over the tray to see how bad it was.
The silence at the table was her first clue that she was in trouble. She sat up slowly and looked first at Jack to see if he would save her. He looked very stern. She turned to look at Dylan, saying quickly, “I’m sorry. It just fell. I wasn’t playing with it.”
“Don’t lie to your Daddies, little girl. We both watched you continue to push your sippy cup around despite my warning. You have earned your first punishment.” He stood ominously and unlatched her tray. Penelope tried to squirm away, but he picked her up and controlled her movements easily with his strength. He turned to carry her back to the nursery.
Penelope looked at Jack desperately, “Help me, Daddy!” she begged.
“You have disobeyed your Daddy, Penelope. You’ve earned your first spanking. I’ll be in the nursery in a few minutes to see your nose pointed into the naughty corner. While your bottom is being spanked, I’ll be here cleaning up the mess,” he said without sympathy.
Dylan continued down the hall to sit in the center of a couch on one side of the room. He stood Penelope in front of him and began to push her new pants over her hips. He ignored her squirms to escape and her pleas to give her one more chance. Dylan unfastened her diaper and pulled it off. “Lean over my lap, little girl,” he instructed.
She tried one more time. “Please, Daddy. I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”
“Penelope, you’ve earned a spanking. Lean over my lap. If you delay anymore, I will begin to add extra spankings to your punishment. Your bottom will not be happy,” he said in his gruff voice. His tone indicated that there would be no negotiation.
She stood with her pants around her ankles, and her head bowed. She hesitated for several seconds and then began to bend over his lap. She felt his big hands help move her into position with her toes scraping the carpet behind her and her torso and injured arm supported by the cushion in front. She could feel the air move over her exposed bottom. She repeatedly sniffed as she tried not to cry. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispered.
“I know you are, Penelope. But Littles need to learn to mind their Daddies. You deliberately kept playing with your cup after I asked you to stop. You’ve
caused a mess and earned a spanking. Today, I’m going to go easy on you because it’s your first spanking. I’ll only give you ten swats. Next time, you’ll earn fifteen if you misbehave.” Dylan did not give her time to worry about the spanking. He began immediately. His heavy hand met her bare, white bottom with a solid smack. Dylan knew his strength. He did not use heavy blows that would harm her. He did allow his spanks to make a stinging impact.
Penelope jerked at the first swat. By the fifth, her bottom felt like it was on fire. Her Daddy moved his hand around her bottom never hitting in the same place two times in a row. She melted over his lap crying. She was more upset that she had misbehaved. She didn’t want her Daddy to be angry with her. Finally, at the tenth stroke, Penelope felt her Daddy’s big hand begin to rub across her bottom to soothe the burn.
Dylan lifted her off his lap and wiped away her tears. “Did you learn anything from your first spanking, Penelope?”
Sniffing and rubbing her hands over her blotchy face, Penelope nodded. “I learned to do what my Daddy says and not play with my milk.” She started to move her hands behind her to rub her sore bottom.
“No rubbing, Penelope. Now, off to your corner. You will stand there for five minutes with your hands and nose against the wall. Your naughty bottom will be on display.” He turned her around and gave her a gentle nudge to get her started. He watched her waddle awkwardly with her pants around her ankles to the empty corner. She stood there anxiously. “Since your right arm is casted, this time I’m only requiring that you put your left one as well as your nose to the wall, little girl.” He watched her move into position, and he glanced at his watch to mark the time. Dylan heard Jack walk quietly across the carpet to join him. He knew Penelope heard him also because she wavered in her position. “Nose to the wall, little girl,” he repeated sternly, feeling Jack’s hand come to rest on his shoulder.
Finally, five minutes passed. Dylan walked to the corner and told Penelope quietly that her punishment was over and that she could leave the corner. She threw herself against his torso and wrapped her left arm around him.
“I’m so sorry that you had to spank me. I’ll listen next time,” she promised.
“I’m glad to hear that, Penelope. Now, let’s wash your face and get you ready to go to the doctor’s office,” he said kindly. “You have an appointment with Dr. Palmer.”
Penelope nodded solemnly and turned her head to meet Jack’s eyes. Without any delay, she waddled off to wrap her arms around Jack next. “I’m sorry I made a mess. I’m sorry you had to clean it up,” she said sadly.
His arms immediately wrapped around her. “Little girls make bad decisions sometimes, Penelope. There are consequences for misbehaving. Then, everything is forgiven. Do you understand?” he asked tilting her face up to look at him.
“My bottom understands,” she said woefully.
“That’s a good thing, little girl,” he replied seriously.
Chapter 22
Soon they were all buckled into Jack’s sedan and driving down the road. Jack had explained that the doctor hadn’t been able to tell them much about her case due to privacy rules. He asked Penelope if she would be comfortable in signing a paper to allow the doctors to talk to them. He shared that otherwise, her Daddies would not be able to go back to the exam room with her. His eyes met hers in the rearview mirror.
“I don’t want to go back there by myself. I like Dr. Palmer. She’s pretty and nice. She’s been helping me feel better but . . .” her voice trailed off.
“Baby, can you tell us what type of cancer you have?” Dylan asked softly.
“Bladder,” she whispered. “They caught it early. I’m really lucky. I kept getting bladder infections, and they put a probe in my bladder and found bad cells.”
“I’m glad they caught it early. Is the treatment working?” Jack tried to keep his attention on the road, but his heart was in the backseat with his Little girl.
“Hmmm, it was. Then my other Daddy decided that I wasn’t really sick. He wouldn’t let me go anymore,” Penelope explained sadly. “I mean, I didn’t want to go. It’s no fun, but I knew I needed to go.”
“Dr. Palmer, herself, called me back immediately when I phoned her office. She is going to be glad to see you,” Jack told her. Silence filled the car as they all digested the information that Penelope had shared. Dylan stretched an arm over the seat to hold Penelope’s hand.
“We’re all in this together, Penelope. Jack and I will do all we can to help you. Are you ready to fight for us?” he looked meaningfully at her.
“I’m going to try,” Penelope said slowly. “I’m going to try really, really hard.”
“That’s our girl,” Dylan squeezed her hand.
All too soon, Jack was turning into the drive of the big office building. They rode up the elevator with Penelope holding each of her Daddies hands. As they entered the cheerfully decorated doctor’s office, the receptionist happily greeted Penelope, sharing that she was so glad to see her. Penelope asked for the form to allow the doctor to talk to Dylan and Jack about her treatment. Once that was signed and witnessed, the trio took a seat in the waiting room.
When her name was called, they walked down the short corridor to the exam room. The nurse noted Penelope’s weight and blood pressure in her chart. She asked questions about Penelope’s broken arm and added the date of her recent surgery as well on the paperwork. Then, she told Penelope to take all her clothes off and to put on the gown. In just a few minutes, she was seated on the table with a Daddy on either side.
The door opened. A tall, willowy woman walked in dressed in a white coat. She immediately greeted Penelope, “I am so glad to see you, Penelope. You didn’t return for your treatment, and you just disappeared.” She set the chart on the desk and hugged the Little girl. “Now, I see that you have signed the releases and I can talk to these gentlemen with you. I’m assuming one of you is Jack O’Neil?”
“I’m Jack, and this is my partner, Dylan Black. Penelope is our Little girl. She lives with us now,” Jack explained. He saw the doctor freeze and then smile upon hearing the words, Little girl. He wondered to himself if she was uncomfortable with their relationship.
“It’s nice to meet you, gentlemen. I’m especially glad to meet you because you’ve brought Penelope back for treatment. I’m assuming neither of you is responsible for this broken arm?” she probed.
“Oh, no!” Penelope quickly said. “I broke my arm before I met them in the hospital. My surgeon, Dr. Richards, called them to see if they would come to meet me. I don’t know how he knew we should be together, but he did.”
Dr. Palmer nodded thoughtfully. “Dr. Richards is a great surgeon. I’m glad he did your surgery. He also is a very shrewd man who knows a lot about the people in his community,” she added, blushing slightly.
Jack nodded to himself. Mystery solved, he told himself. He met Dylan’s eyes and could tell he had put the pieces together as well.
“Okay, Penelope. I need to examine you, and then, we need to do some tests to see if the break in your treatment has caused any difficulties.” The doctor untied the top of her exam gown dropping it to Penelope’s waist. Her patient turned pink as she sat on the table with three people looking at her bare torso. Dr. Palmer put her stethoscope into her ears and began to press the bell to Penelope’s chest asking her to breathe deeply. Penelope’s small nipples contracted tightly as the cold instrument touched her bare skin.
“Your lungs sound clear. Lie back for me, Penelope. I need to feel your stomach,” the kind doctor instructed patiently waiting for her to move into position awkwardly due to her broken arm with a little assistance from Jack who stood behind her. “Perfect.” The doctor pressed deeply on her abdomen. She stopped and refitted the stethoscope into her ears and pressed the instrument to Penelope’s stomach. That part of the exam finished, Dr. Palmer pulled the gown back to cover Penelope’s exposed breasts. She pressed a firm hand against her shoulder to keep Penelope in place on the table.
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br /> “I was looking for specific warning signs that Penelope's cancer had advanced or had spread. I am not finding anything concerning. That’s good news, but we’re not out of danger yet. I need to examine you internally, Penelope. I know you don’t like this part. Perhaps your Daddies will hold your hands?” the kind doctor asked as she began to lift Penelope’s feet into the stirrups on each side of the table. She flipped up Penelope’s gown to expose the clean-shaven area between her legs. Dr. Palmer rubbed her hand on the exposed flesh observing softly, “It looks like your new Daddies are taking care of their Little girl.” She carefully noted that Penelope smiled up at her Daddies. There was no doubt. The Little girl loved her Daddies, and they cared for her immensely. Dr. Richards had been correct in matching them together.
The doctor slid an absorbent pad under Penelope’s hips before saying, “Okay, Penelope. Here’s the cold part.” She pulled on gloves before she wiped a pad soaked in a disinfectant from the top of the Little girl’s cleft past her anus stopping to press it into the folds she separated gently, so it soaked the urethral and vaginal areas. Penelope shivered at the touch of the cold liquid which cooled even further as it evaporated. The doctor lifted the sealed scope from the tray of tools and tore the packaging apart. Before she lifted it from the protective cover, she picked up a small injector filled with a combination of lubricant, disinfectant, numbing fluid. She fit the small tube end into Penelope’s small urethra and pushed the liquid slowly into the tight opening. She heard Penelope groan in discomfort.
“That’s the worst part, honey. I’m going to let it work for a few minutes so that the scope won’t be uncomfortable.” The doctor looked at Jack and Dylan. “Have you taken her to see Dr. Richards?”
