by Pepper North
“The military has females, too, Hope. I graduated with the ability to treat both sexes.” Doniphan covered his mouth with his hand to hide the tickled smile that followed his answer.
“Are you laughing at me?” she demanded.
“Hope! Watch your manners, little girl.”
“No harm done, Sam. These are all valid questions from your Little.” Doniphan turned to Hope and apologized. “I’m sorry for not anticipating your questions. I’m used to being on this side of the stethoscope. Do you have any more questions for me?”
“No,” she huffed. When the two men said nothing further, she asked, “What?”
“If you would like to be on birth control, Doniphan can take care of that for us, Hope. Would you like to do away with the barrier between us?” Sam asked directly.
“Dad-dy!” Hope drew the word out until it sounded like two words. She was mortified. The two men just looked at her, waiting for her answer. “Yes. I’d like to be on birth control.”
“I have a block of time this afternoon at two. Your daddy will bring you over to my home office,” Doniphan explained.
“Can’t you just do it here?” she asked, hearing the betraying waver in her own voice.
“No, Hope. I need the equipment in the exam room to draw bloodwork and prepare the tests. I’ll see you at two o’clock,” Doniphan said and waved his goodbye as he headed for meetings.
“Could you have embarrassed me just a bit more?” she commented snarkily to Sam.
“You will be well behaved, polite, and thank Doniphan for taking care of you. In larger communities, there are Little enclaves with doctors. Here, I would either have to send you in by yourself or we’d have to delay until we could find someone that we can trust. Neither of those options are good ones,” Sam stressed.
Hope opened her mouth to reply, but closed it quietly. She nodded. “I’ll be good, Daddy. We are lucky to have Doniphan. He really helped me when I was sick. As nervous as I am, I trust him. He’s not going to do something that’s not right for us.”
“That’s my candy girl.”
“It doesn’t mean that I’m not nervous. Prepare to have me dig my nails into your hand if he hurts me!” she warned, glowering at him.
“Duly noted.”
Chapter 15
Sam slid out of his truck and rounded the hood to help Hope climb down safely to the ground. A male voice called his name, and Sam turned to wave at the familiar man. “Hi, Mark. There’s a barbeque tonight. Why don’t you bring Cricket?”
Hope watched him hesitate and then shake his head. As Sam ushered her up to the front door, she asked, “Why doesn’t he date Cricket? She likes him.”
“You know that. I know that. Hell, the entire team knows that. Mark thinks he’s too old. All he’s doing is wasting time.”
“That’s silly. If they both want to be together, what difference does it make what numbers are on his driver’s license?” Hope asked.
“Feel free to tell him that. He needs a kick in the butt and we’re all afraid of the laps he’ll make us run if we say any more to him,” Sam said as he knocked on the door.
“Hi, Hope, Sam. Come on in. I think I’ve got everything set up.” Doniphan led them down the hallway to what had obviously been a bedroom but was now an office. As he opened the door, Hope was both reassured and nervous to see that it looked just like a doctor’s office, complete with the metal stirrups at the end of the exam table.
“I’ll start a new file for you, Hope. While I ask some questions, Sam, help Hope take off her clothing.”
“When’s your birthday?”
“April fourteenth. I’m twenty-two.”
“You’ve just accepted a job with the military and start next week. This will count as your pre-employment physical as well.” When she looked at him in horror, Doniphan added, “The physical form just has checkmarks to show I checked your lungs, etc. I won’t detail your intimate exam on it. Coming to see me today will satisfy your pre-employment requirement.”
“I didn’t know I had to do that,” she confessed.
“You need to go pick up a big packet of information at your parents’ house. I’m sure it came today. I’ve already logged into the system and gotten the approval started since I already knew that you’re young and healthy. Lie on your tummy on the table, please,” Doniphan instructed as he pulled on gloves.
“I hate this,” she muttered under her breath as she stretched out.
“They all do,” Doniphan assured her.
As they waited for the required ten minutes for her temperature to register, Doniphan asked routine questions about immunizations and childhood illnesses.
“The fever’s all gone. Roll over, Hope, and I’ll check your breasts before the pelvic section,” Doniphan directed. When she was in position, he began a thorough exam.
“Sam, I’ll check this breast and then I want you to follow my pattern. Little girls often skip self-exams. Be sure to feel for any concerning lumps or dimples each month. It’s best after Hope’s menstrual cycle. Her breasts will be less tender then.”
“When did you do this last, Hope?” Doniphan queried his patient as he watched Sam mimic his expertise.
“Um, I don’t know.” The feel of her daddy’s fingers on her sensitive tissue made Hope shift restlessly on the table. Don’t get wet! When Sam’s hands lifted, she blew out her breath in an audible gust.
“I’ll be glad to check for her,” Sam assured Doniphan.
Hope relaxed as Doniphan palpated her abdomen. That relief didn’t last for long. Doniphan wrapped a wide band around her ribcage, securing her in place.
“Sam, help me secure Hope’s feet in the stirrups.”
Trying to cooperate but stiff with embarrassment, Hope’s movements weren’t smooth. Doniphan was obviously used to nervous patients because he coached Sam through the process of fastening Hope’s legs to the metal supports.
“Good job, Hope.” Doniphan rubbed the inside of one thigh as she settled with her legs spread widely. “I’m going to check every part of you to make sure you’re healthy. Little girls sometimes get excited at the doctor. If you have an orgasm here, that’s perfectly normal.”
Looking at him in shock, Hope gathered from his serious expression that there were no secrets between a Little and her doctor. She tried to pull her thighs together to hide the juices already gathering, but they had fastened her firmly. Hope darted a glance at Sam. His expression hadn’t changed. He nodded to her and squeezed her hand. Hope returned the squeeze and closed her eyes.
“First, you’ll feel my fingers, Hope.” Doniphan explained what he was checking for as his hands explored her pink folds. “Sam, Hope lubricates well, but I always counsel the addition of extra help if needed. Sometimes, birth control has an effect on nature. Let me know if you notice a change.”
She heard the creak of the stool and knew that the nurse now sat at eye level with her most intimate place. At the feel of the warmth focusing on her, Hope peeked to see Doniphan adjusting the bright light to reveal everything. In a flash, she slammed her eyelids closed again.
“My fingers probing your vagina,” Doniphan warned just before she felt him stretching her tight channel. “Breathe, Hope. You’re doing well. Everything appears fine here. I’ll check inside with the speculum next.
“Sam, I do see the signs of some small tears here at her entrance. Hope will continue to stretch to accommodate you. Couples often find great success in speeding up this process by inserting your penis into her at quiet times. Try cuddling Hope close during a movie or take a bath together. No movement. No focus on orgasms.”
“Good idea, Doniphan. I don’t want to hurt Hope.”
“You haven’t hurt me,” she rushed to assure Sam.
“I don’t want to cause a twinge unless I’m punishing your bottom for being naughty.”
“Okay, Daddy.” Hope tugged his hand up to her mouth and pressed a kiss to his fingertips. She loved that Sam leaned down to return the kiss.
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Sam’s lips still caressed hers as the thick speculum slid deeply inside. When she moaned into his mouth, her daddy skillfully distracted Hope. A few quick swabs and the intruder slipped away. Hope relaxed onto the table. It was done.
A dab of cold lubricant on her smaller opening made her eyes blink open. Sam blocked her view between her thighs as a smaller instrument glided into her rectum. She relaxed slightly as Doniphan repeated the familiar pattern: look around and take a few samples.
“You’re being so good, little girl,” Sam encouraged her.
“Hope, this one is the final test.”
She heard the mechanical whirl of something familiar. Hope tried to curl up from the exam table to get away, but the band and Sam’s presence over her held her in place. “Please, Sam.”
“You’ll hear me counting. No rush,” Doniphan said softly as he placed the vibrating wand directly on her clit. “One. Two. Three. Four.”
Her body convulsed in a very strong orgasm. Barely, she heard Doniphan count the opposite way. “Four, three, two, one.” The vibrator lifted from her body, and Hope collapsed to the soft padding.
“Perfect in every way,” Sam said proudly.
She looked at Doniphan as he straightened her arm.
“A quick ouchie,” he promised her as he wrapped a tourniquet around her upper arm.
It took too much energy to protest. She rested quietly as Doniphan quickly drew her blood.
“Birth control?” Sam reminded the medic.
“No reason not to start Hope on a ninety-day birth control regimen. Coming back for a shot every three months will let me keep an eye on her, and you won’t risk any forgotten pills. I can give that to her today if you would like. Keep using condoms for three weeks to allow it to take effect fully.”
“Nurses always jab you with needles,” Hope mumbled.
“Anything to keep you healthy!” Doniphan replied cheerfully.
Chapter 16
Hope finally had everything unboxed from the move. Sam had created an art nook for her in the kitchen. Sitting at her place, she looked across the table as he ate his traditional second breakfast after returning home from the long run with his teammates. Her fingers itched to draw him. Making her move, Hope retrieved the sketch pad from her dedicated art shelf and returned to the table. She sat down with a slight crinkle of her diaper.
“Can I draw you, Daddy?”
“Make me look good, candy girl,” he answered as he slathered another piece of toast with peanut butter. Lifting it, Sam offered her a bite.
“No, thank you, Daddy,” she answered as she opened the tablet to a blank page. Skillfully, she began to capture Sam’s image on the paper. He was fun to draw—all hard angles. His eyes were the toughest. Those green orbs always displayed so many emotions: love, sexual heat, amusement, happiness.
When her fingers began to ache from gripping the pencil, Hope decided to wait to perfect those on another day. “I’ll draw more later if you’ll be my model again?” At his nod, she folded the pad back together and neatly placed it back on the shelf.
“We need to do some stretching today,” Sam mentioned off-handedly.
“Stretching?” she repeated as she returned to his side.
“I happened to knock something of yours off the shelf this morning.”
Hope looked up at him in confusion. “Really? What? One of my reference books?”
“No. It was the blue box.”
“Oh!” she looked at him in shock. Please, let it not have opened!
“I don’t think I damaged anything. Your reader seemed to be okay. It needs charging, so I plugged it in. I tucked the diaper and pacifier back inside. We need to order you another pacifier. That one has been chewed up a bit.”
Her face flamed with heat, and Hope knew she was blushing furiously. “I got all that stuff when I started reading those books. I wanted to know what it felt like.”
“That is perfectly understandable. I should have gotten you a pacifier when I saw how much you enjoyed the lozenge one. I’m sorry, candy girl.”
“I love that one,” she confessed.
“You have taken to wearing your diaper easily as well,” he observed. Sam scanned her body as she sat next to him, wearing only the padded garment and a loose, short dress.
Unable to lie to him, Hope nodded. She liked her daddy taking care of her. Just being around Sam made her on edge sexually. He’d placed condoms and lubricant all over the house and frequently made love or caressed her to orgasm. The padding eliminated wet panties.
“There was something else in the blue box,” he stated calmly. “I want you to go get them for me.”
“Daddy, no. We can just throw them away now,” she suggested, squeezing her legs together as just the thought of Sam touching her toys excited her.
“No. Go get them,” Sam instructed, reaching for the lubricant, sitting next to the salt and pepper shakers on the table.
Slowly, Hope stood and walked toward the nursery. She looked back over her shoulder several times to double-check his intention. His expression didn’t change as she left the room.
Standing in the middle of the nursery, she looked around.
There. On the changing table lay the open blue box. Two vibrators sat propped up against the top. One skinny blue one and one wand with a rounded head looked at her. Hope walked over slowly to pick them up.
Her pace to the kitchen was snail-like. Finally, she paused outside the doorway and took a big breath. Why did he want her to bring them to him? Gathering her courage, Hope stepped into the kitchen and froze.
Sam had removed the baggy shorts he’d pulled on after his post-run shower. With his hips thrust slightly forward, he’d wrapped his fingers around his erection and pulled it roughly from the root to the tip. That caressing hand beckoned her forward and held out his hand for the objects she held.
Unable to keep her gaze from his thick cock, Hope stumbled forward. After a brief pause, she placed the two vibrators in his hand. Standing absolutely still, she watched him carefully examine both of the devices. He laid the small battery-powered one on the table.
“Let’s reserve this to use next time you’re naughty, candy girl,” he directed, setting the larger wand with the rounded head onto the table and pushing it away to make a cleared space before him.
“Sam. This is embarrassing,” she whispered.
Sam set the smaller vibrator gently on the table. “Arms up,” he instructed, pulling her loose dress over her head and tossing it into her chair. He quickly unfastened the tabs on her unused diaper and let it fall to the floor.
“Over my lap, candy girl,” he instructed as he pulled the small battery-operated vibrator and the lubricant close.
Whimpering as she let him guide her into place, Hope squeezed her thighs together. Lying over his naked lap with his hard cock pressed against her skin pushed her arousal high. His actions were straight from her fantasies. Sam had brought them to life with his own twist. Expecting to feel his hand caressing her, Hope reared her torso up when the first spank landed with a loud sound.
“Back into position, Hope.”
“I don’t want a spanking.”
“You hid important things from Daddy. This was very naughty.”
“I was embarrassed,” she tried to excuse herself.
“Head down, little girl,” he reminded her. Immediately she draped herself over his lap again. He lowered his hand sharply on her bottom. “Two.”
She wiggled, trying to avoid the spanking she knew she deserved. Heat built on her punished skin, and tears streamed down her cheeks. “How many?” she pleaded, interrupting his count when he reached eleven.
“Twenty.”
Finally, he delivered the last swat. When Hope started to scramble into his arms to be held, Sam restrained her in place. “Your punishment isn’t finished, little girl.”
She heard the click of the lubricant bottle and looked back in horror to see him pick up the thin vibrator. He poured the slick
fluid over the tip and spread her bottom to drizzle more on her small opening. Hope knew exactly where that was going. “Daddy, no. Not in my bottom.”
He didn’t answer, but just slid the device deep inside her. Pressing the flat bottom, he triggered the vibrations.
“Daddy!” she pleaded, before clenching her teeth against the sensation.
She heard the telltale whisper of a condom wrapper. And felt his fingers brushing her side as he put it on. He’s going to make love to me?
“Now, little girl. Stand up. It’s time to stretch you a bit.”
Sam assisted her, but made her struggle to concentrate as the buzzing continued inside her. He helped her straddle his lap and guided his penis deep inside Hope. Filled completely, Hope shifted to ride her daddy.
“No, Hope.” His hand held her down to his body. “Good Littles get to have sex with their daddies. You didn’t tell your daddy about your toys. Is there anything else you didn’t tell me?”
Hope bit her lip, trying to ignore the sensations buffeting her. “No, Daddy.” She moaned as Sam shifted to pick up a battered paperback hidden on the chair beside him.
“I didn’t think about that!” she appealed to him.
Sam allowed the book to open to a selection she’d read over and over. He read aloud:
Lord Gentry opened the door into his young wife’s bedroom. The sight of her standing nude in the center of the room pleased him. Nodding to her maid, he walked to the armoire and opened the door to select a thick ivory plug and a jar of creamy ointment.
Sally glanced at the employee, witnessing the impending punishment. “You are dismissed,” she told her quickly, not wishing any witnesses.
“Dora, I think the cook made a heated version of this treatment. Do you know where it is?” Lord Gentry asked, holding up the blue jar.
“Yes, Master Gentry. I put it on your dresser.”
“Go get it for me,” he directed. Immediately, the maid turned and ran out the door, leaving it open for anyone to look inside.
