The Doctor's Little Girl

by Mary Hope

  Daddy and James went to the kitchen, still in conversation.

  “They’ll be right back without bottles,” Tina said.

  But would Nina get a bottle too? She wasn’t so sure. She watched through the playpen hopefully.

  They returned, and to Nina’s surprise, daddy was also holding a bottle. He opened the pen and she and Tina went to the couch to eat.

  Nina crawled up on daddy’s lap and layed in his arms as Tina did the same in James’s arms.

  Daddy put the bottle to her lips and the nipple was warm and the bottle was full of equally warm milk. “I put a little chocolate in yours, because I know you like it,” he kissed her forehead and whispered into her ear.

  She gripped at the bottle in his hands, and suckled on the rubber nipple. The milk was so sweet and warm and he smelled so good. He rocked her gently as she drank, and his hand slid between her legs so that her leg rested on his forearm. His hand was hidden under her skirt as he patted her diaper, very softly. Gently.

  Each time, the plug in her bum moved—just a little, tiny bit—sending small and very calm feelings through her body.

  She felt so clean and warm and full and… Nina couldn’t help it and her eyes began to flutter.. Daddy leaned into her neck at his shoulder and he whispered, “I love you, Nina girl.”

  Had she heard what she thought she heard?

  Reality became dim and soft at the edges, and everything faded to black like a warm womb she’d wanted to be in again her whole entire life.

  JAMES TURNED the TV on after their girls were asleep, but Blake was not paying attention to the glowing screen.

  His manhood had stiffened under him as a result of the weight of her hip on him. He knew that tapping the plug would slow her breathing and make it easier for her to sleep. He knew she was tired. He’d know from the moment he first saw her.

  He looked up at the ceiling as Nina continued to suckle unconsciously at the bottle, her eyes closed and deep in sleep.

  Blake had told her earlier that there would be no storm. But he didn't know that for sure. All he knew was that come what may, if there was a storm he would be there for her. They would be okay no matter what happened.

  She would be okay.

  And he would know that for her, until she could know for herself.

  When the bottle had been empty for fifteen minutes, he rustled his little to wake her. Blake was reluctant to do it, but they needed to get home so he could get her some solid food—and get a little for himself.

  He also wanted to get her crib and playpens set up, and watching Nina play with her new goodies. He’d open a bottle of wine. Make a night of it.

  Get her mind of the storm, if there was one coming.

  James and Tina had thick curtains, and it was difficult to see what the clouds were doing outside, or how dark it was.

  If Blake could help it, he wanted to take Nina home while it was still light out. And before the clouds had a chance to change and scare her needlessly.

  “James,” he said.

  James stood up, easily holding his little Tina in one arm. “Alright brother, I’ll see you next week, at our appointment.”

  “Sounds good,” Blake said, and shook his hand. He always had a good laugh when James called him his brother. Even though he was their family doctor. But Blake didn’t mind it. Had a nice ring to it.

  He got to the door, and turned back as he opened it. He was thankful that Nina was still asleep on his arm, and he hoped that she would stay that way until they got home.

  “Night James,” he said.

  “Night.”

  The clouds outside were still somewhat bright, but Blake could see the dark blue edges on the horizon. The wind was still warm enough that it didn’t seem to wake Nina.

  He hurried to the car, and buckled her inside as he lowered the seat so she could sleep. He opened the back car door and grabbed a pillow he had in the back. He laid it under her head and she just clung to her empty bottle, content to suckle at the warm and familiar nipple..

  They were common for the season in Littletown, and he knew there would be a storm tonight.

  And it was going to be a bad one.

  NINA AWOKE at home on the couch. Her head laid on a pillow and a fluffy purple blanket covered her all the way to her toes.

  Daddy was bringing in all the bags and boxes they’d packed in the back of the Mercedes during their day of shopping.

  She shot off the couch, leaving her blanket behind and she fell onto the living room floor on her knees. The white carpet felt soft and warm underneath her.

  “OUF!”

  Nina had forgotten about the plug in her excitement to pull things out of the bags, and she was swiftly reminded when it plunged just a little deeper inside of her.

  She scooted more carefully towards the bags, and peeked inside one.

  Daddy came through the door, and she looked up with big bright eyes. He closed the door. “That’s the last of it, hun,” he said, and he turned on the lights.

  Surrounded by colorful bags and boxes all around her, Nina suddenly didn’t feel tired at all. In fact, she felt wired and high energy. She went from bag to bag, examining what was inside, sometimes pulling it out, and other times just playing with it inside the bag before moving on.

  At one point, she looked up to see daddy putting together her playpen. It went up fairly easy, and he trained his attention on the box that still contained the crib unassembled.

  “Daddy, what do I need a crib for if I already have a playpen?”

  She bit her lower lip, so she didn’t say and won’t I be sleeping in your bed instead of a crib?

  But she didn’t because she was shy and she knew that he had a penis and she would be very close to it if she slept in his bed with him. The thought excited her and overwhelmed her at the same time and she felt herself tingling again between her hips.

  Maybe she was hungry the way Tina said she’d been hungry, but Nina wasn’t sure yet and she didn’t say anything.

  She crawled to daddy where he sat on the floor, pulling the crib parts out and laying them on the ground.

  “Well the playpen is just for you to play,” daddy said, “and if you have Tina over… or other friends you meet over time, it will be a place you can spend safe time with them.”

  “So you can go do things you need to around the house?” Nina asked curiously.

  “Exactly, sweetheart,” he said, gently kissing her lips. It surprised Nina, and she smiled.

  “But… what’s the crib for?”

  “If you get tired or cranky during the day, or need a timeout to nap… it’s a safe place for you to rest while daddy does things he needs to do.”

  Nina’s voice was timid when she asked, “So I don’t sleep in your bed daddy?”

  He stopped what he was doing, with the screwdriver still in his large hand. He turned to her, and pushed a lock of hair to hang behind her ear. “No, you will sleep with daddy… at night when he can keep an eye on you. The crib is just for all the other times.”

  Nina’s eyes dropped to the ground.

  “But if you’d like to stay in your crib for a few nights… to get used to things, daddy will understand.”

  “No,” she said so quickly that it embarrassed her, “no I… I don’t want that.”

  “Do you want to sleep with daddy?”

  Nina looked up at the ceiling suspicious, but secretly she was seeing the storm she knew was brewing outside, growing bigger and out to get her.

  The thought of sleeping alone terrified her.

  No.

  It was a great comfort at the idea of snuggling up to daddy’s big, hard warm body for protection.

  “Yes, I do daddy. I… wouldn’t want to sleep all alone at night.”

  He opened his arms to her, motioning for her to come to him. She did, and he wrapped his arms around her body. Then he rocked her gently and kissed her forehead. “There’s nothing to be scared of. Daddy will make sure you’re safe tonight. And if you
have to go potty… what do you do?”

  “Tell daddy when I go potty, and tell daddy if I need to go number two?”

  “Good girl,” he encouraged her.

  “And you leave the rest to daddy.”

  He got up and fished through one of the bags. He found the candy flavored pacifiers and unwrapped it. Then he knelt down beside her, and gently coaxed the pink tip to her lips. She opened her mouth, and sucked the candy inside. The pacifier covered her mouth, and the sweet fullness of her tongue comforted her.

  Then he pulled out a large white stuffed teddy bear, and gave it to her to hold while he finished putting her crib together.

  “On second thought,” he said, looking over at her with concern in her eyes, “this can wait until tomorrow. Come here little girl.”

  WITH NINA wrapped in his arms, Blake remembered what his friend had told him.

  She’s very curious, if you know what I mean.

  But as he rubbed the soft brown hair out of Nina’s face, he thought, she didn’t look so curious.

  She looked more worried than anything, and Blake knew it was because of the storm. And that made his first priority to make her feel safe and okay inside, even if things were hectic outside.

  “You were such a good little girl today,” he commended her gently. He watched her full lips curl at the ends, as though it made her happy to be such a good girl for him.

  “Are you hungry?”

  “No daddy,” she said.

  He reached over and patted her diapered bum. “How is your plug feeling? Do you need to have a movement, dear?”

  “Mmm… no, not yet,” she said. Then she put her finger to her mouth, thinking, and she said, “but it feels… good. Is that okay?”

  This made Blake smile. “Of course,” he assured her. “I’m glad it feels good.”

  “Tina told me that having a plug in makes her hungry sometimes…” Nina’s voice trailed off, as though there were more to say but she couldn’t bring herself to say it.

  ‘But you said you weren’t hungry, little one.”

  “I’m not hungry, not like that.”

  Blake looked down at her, and lifted her chin so that she met his gaze.

  “It’s just that… she said sometimes being full in there, made her… hungry in other places.”

  “Hungry, you mean—” and Blake’s hand slipped to the front of her diaper. He patted her where her sex would be inside.

  “There?” he asked her curiously.

  Nina nodded. “Uh-huh.” Her legs were spread side to side and she held still while he patted her there. Her dainty hands clung to his forearm as he did.

  “Honey, are you sure you aren’t just scared of the storm?”

  Blake winced when he said it. He didn’t want to bring things up that would frighten his little girl, but he knew it was too late for that. He might as well get it out into the open so that they could deal with it.

  If it was really pleasure she needed, then he would give it to her. But he wanted to make an accurate diagnosis first, for her sake.

  “I am worried about the storm daddy,” she admitted, and her hands tightened on his forearm. “But I’m also hungry there and maybe it will help.”

  All of a sudden lighting struck; a giant boom cracked through the sky outside. It shook the house quickly afterward in waves of billowing thunder.

  Nina squealed, and she crawled onto his lap, straddling him.

  “Hey,” he said, “it’s okay. There there.” He wrapped his arms around her as she clung to him with her arms and legs. He put his other hand on her bum, patting her diaper to comfort her.

  She just laid her head on his shoulder, clinging to him hard.

  Blake could feel a warmth coming from her diaper then, and he knew that she had messed her diaper over the noise.

  She truly was afraid of storms, and Blake became determined to help her with her phobia.

  He could hear Nina whimpering into the fabric of his shirt as she urinated, and he knew that she felt bad for messing her diaper. But he also knew she couldn't help it.

  “It’s okay sweetie,” he said, “that’s what your diaper is for.”

  Her diaper crinkled with her movements as she tightened her legs around him.

  “I’m sorry daddy I can’t help it.”

  Blake stood up with his little girl still straddling him. He held her bum to him, and he could feel the plug in the diaper pushing into her bum. Her entire diaper was warm.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up sweetie,” he crooned to her.

  Blake was glad that he’d thought of picking up a changing station, and he carried her to the oversized and padded table. He laid Nina down gently, cradling the back of her head as it contacted the table.

  He pulled out a box of wipes and baby powder and sat them beside her.

  Nina put her thin arm over her eyes, covering them in shame. “I don’t know why I’m so afraid of storms, daddy.”

  Blake pulled her arms away, and took her face in both of his big hands. Then he looked into her eyes and said, “Everyone’s afraid of something, dear. There’s nothing wrong with you. Daddy’s going to get you clean and dry and then we’ll read a bedtime story. Would you like that?”

  She nodded reluctantly.

  He put his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. He dipped his tongue between her lucious, full lips, tasting her. She was so sweet, so soft and he wanted nothing more than for her to feel okay and taken care of.

  She parted her lips, submitting to him and letting him taste her.

  He put his hand underneath her shirt, sliding his palm up to cup her perky breast. He rolled her nipple between his rough fingers.

  “Daddy,” she whispered.

  Blake stood up, and brought her hands together to rest on her tummy. He had wanted to taste her, that was true. But he also wanted to get her mind off of her worry.

  Maybe pleasure would be the best thing for this little girl, he thought.

  He unfastened her diaper, and laid the front down on the table. Then he took a fresh wipe, and cleaned her soft flesh. He dipped the wipe between her lips and gently rubbed her clit and her entrance.

  The plug would need to come out. There was no other way to make sure she was completely clean.

  “Are you sure you don’t have to make a movement?”

  “I don’t daddy.”

  He gently pulled the plug from her rectum. At first it wouldn’t budge, held into place by the pressure of her entrance. But with a little persistence, the first of it gave way against the ring of flesh, and the rest of the plug came out easily.

  Nina grabbed his shoulder as he slid it out, and he crooned to her as he did it.

  He finished cleaning her, spreading her lips from her femenine entrance all the way to her bum. The whole time, she let her legs relax to either side of her, patiently watching him as he took care of her.

  He cleaned the plug, then after lubing her skin, he placed it at her entrance again.

  “Oh daddy, do I have to have it inside of me?”

  “Yes,” he said firmly, “until you’ve learned your lesson and prove to daddy that you will do as he says.”

  Nina bit her lower lip, then nodded to him. She looked down at his hand that held the plug to her budding entrance. “Yes daddy.”

  She held very still, though she closed her eyes, as he pushed the plug past the resistance of her entrance. Once the bulbous tip was inside, swallowed by the ring of flesh, he pushed the remaining three inches inside.

  When Blake was finished, he sprinkled baby powder onto her fresh and dry skin.

  “Wait,” she cried. “Wait daddy.”

  Blake was just about to fasten the diaper when she cried out to him as though she were in pain. He immediately stopped what he was doing and brought his hands to cradle her head and neck. “What is it dear? Tell daddy what’s wrong.”

  “I’m just so hungry daddy…” Nina was breathing hard, in pain and need. She winced and it made Blake wince. His little g
irl was so upset. “I’m hungry daddy... please feed me there, I need it.” Nina pointed to her private parts.

  “If you think that’s going to get daddy to take the plug out—”

  But she gripped his forearm as he held her. It was not a ploy to manipulate; his little girl was in clear and genuine need of him.

  “No daddy, I just… I need to be filled here too. It’s too much daddy,” she said. Nina winced and looked as though she might cry.

  It broke Blake’s heart.

  He knew what he had to do.

  THE MOMENT it happened, Nina knew that she had been filled with the same hunger that her cousin told her about.

  She’d felt the hunger earlier, of course. But it was manageable then, smaller and less demanding. But now, the mawing hunger between her legs seemed to torment her with the same wild intent as the storms outside did.

  She needed to be filled. She needed daddy to put himself inside of her and ease the aching in her nerves. Her body demanded to be satiated.

  Without another word, Daddy lifted her right off the changing table, not bothering to put her diaper on. There was no point, and no time. And besides, she was already cleaned and dried with baby powder.

  He brought her to straddled him as he walked, and he carried her up the stairs.

  “There there,” he whispered into her ear, “daddy’s here. It’s okay.”

  Nina’s tight shirt was still lifted over her breasts, and her nipples grazed daddy’s shoulder as he carried her. It made her hurt more and she just wanted to cry. She clung to her daddy even more. “It hurts daddy,” she whimpered, squirming in his arms. “Please make it stop hurting.”

  Her pleas made daddy move fast, and she knew that she was safe, and that he was going to take care of her. She just had to hang on and she knew it. She clamped her eyes shut.

  Daddy took her into his bedroom, and laid her down in his bed. It was all blue and gray and it smelled like sweet aftershave. The smells were nothing like the ones she was used to downstairs, and it just made the pain more acute.

  Tears came to Nina’s eyes then, and when daddy laid her down on the bed, they streamed down her cheeks.