Chapter 12: Daddy Devious: Chapter 11

Daddy dresses me in a fresh diaper and the pretty green dress with the roses all over it for my doctor’s appointment. There are about fifty different pairs of Mary Janes in my closet, all in different colors, and I pick out a pair of glittery pink ones that match the roses on my dress and we’re off.

It’s almost worth the humiliation of the morning, and the lingering ache in my naughty place, when Oliver beams down at me from his spot beside the car. “Miss Victoria, you look absolutely adorable this morning. Your Daddy has certainly outdone himself.”

“Thank you! Look how twirly my dress is!”

Stopping a few feet from the car, I spin in place, my skirts billowing out around me. And I can’t help but laugh at how good it feels. How fun it is to just be a Little girl again, with nothing more important on my mind than pretty dresses and sparkly shoes.

That feeling lasts all the way up to the door of the doctor’s office. As soon as we step inside, my tummy cramps at the thought of what awaits me beyond the receptionist desk where a pretty blonde sits, beaming at us.

“Hi! Welcome to Doctor D’s office. You must be Victoria.”

Suddenly feeling shy for reasons I can’t quite explain, I shift behind Daddy. “Um, yes. That’s me.”

“I’m Camilla, but most people just call me Millie. Mr. Stone already filled out all your paperwork, so you can come right on back. I’ll meet you just on the other side of the door.”

Millie waves us toward the door in front of us, then hops down from her chair. When she walks, she waddles a bit, and her scrubs bulge out around her bottom and hips. It takes me a moment to realize she’s wearing a diaper. Just like me.

And then I’m hit with the horrifying realization that I also waddle when I walk now. Which means everyone can tell I, too, am wearing a diaper.

Daddy turns to look at me when I whimper quietly, his mouth turned down in a concerned frown. “You don’t have to be scared, little one. Daddy will be with you the whole time.”

“I’m not scared.” Okay, that’s a lie. I am actually really freaking nervous about what lies behind that door. But mostly I’m just wallowing in yet another round of humiliation at my new discovery. “I just don’t wanna.”

God. I hate how whiny my voice sounds, but I can’t seem to help myself. Everything about this experience is designed to make me feel like a child, and it’s obviously seeping into my subconscious. Mr. Stone has even become “Daddy” in my thoughts somewhere along the way and I’m not sure when.

What has he done to me?

Crouching down, Da—Mr. Stone pins me with a stern look that makes my tummy cramp again. “Victoria, it’s alright to be scared. It is not alright to be outright defiant. If you’re going to be a brat, I will put you over my knee right here and you can have your exam with a bright red bottom. Is that what you want? For Doctor D to know you were a naughty Little girl and that Daddy had to spank you?”

“No,” I whisper, fighting back tears just at the threat. “But I don’t need a doctor. I’m not sick.”

“You need a checkup. You haven’t had a physical in over five years, little girl. Are you going to be a good girl, or do you need your bottom warmed first?”

How the hell does he know when my last checkup was?

Because I already know the question won’t be welcome, I nod. “I’ll be good.” It’s really the only option available to me, isn’t it? Obey or be spanked aren’t really “choices”, any more than “sign this contract or go to jail” were.

“Thank you for making a good choice, my little thief. Come, now. We don’t want to keep Doctor D waiting.”

It doesn’t seem like it would be the worst thing in the world, considering the waiting room here is completely empty at the moment, but I don’t argue. I simply let myself be guided to the back, all while trying to keep my waddling to a minimum.

Millie meets us beside a scale, beaming and not looking at all worried about our slight delay. “Mr. Stone, we’ll need to get her weight, and Doctor D prefers the most accurate reading possible. So if you wouldn’t mind removing her clothes for me, we can get started!”

They want me to get naked? Right here in the open? Okay, granted, it’s just me and Mr. Stone and Millie, but still. Every time I think this whole experience can’t possibly get any more humiliating, they find a way to up the ante on me.

“Of course, Millie. Arms up, Victoria.”

“Daddy, do I really have to get naked? I don’t wanna,” I whine again, shifting out of his immediate reach when he releases my hand.

“I am running out of patience, Victoria. You can put your arms up so Daddy can undress you, or you can go over Daddy’s knee for a spanking. Which is it going to be?”

Face burning yet again, I slowly raise my arms up over my head. Millie simply watches us with that same bright smile she’s had plastered on her face since we arrived.

Does she actually enjoy this? Did she come to the island willingly? For some reason, when Mr. Stone was telling me about the people they hired to work on the island, I assumed they were all like him. It didn’t even occur to me there might be other Little ones on the island.

I let my mind work through that new little tidbit of information as Daddy—because fuck it, he’s Daddy and there’s no use fighting it, even in my head—strips me down to my diaper. Even knowing Millie is wearing one, I can’t stop myself from trying to cover both my breasts and my diaper at the same time.

“Put your arms down, Victoria.” Daddy’s tone is sharper than I’m used to, telling me he really is running out of patience with me, and I slowly lower my arms to my side as he reaches for the tabs on my diaper.

When I’m finally naked, with my face feeling like I could cook an egg on my cheeks, Millie beams even brighter. “Excellent. Mr. Stone, if you could help her up onto the scale, please. You remembered to clean her bowels this morning, per the instructions we sent over?”

“Yes. I only did it once, though, and I’m a bit worried with her diet she might need a more thorough cleansing.”

Oh. My. God. “Daddy! Stop!”

A sharp swat lands on my bare bottom, making me jump. “That is your last warning, Victoria Rose. Behave yourself.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I mumble, ducking my head while Millie presses some buttons on the scale and they continue talking about whether or not I’ll need cleaning out on a regular basis.

“Doctor D will let you know for sure,” Millie says as Daddy picks me up from the scale when the reading is done. “Once he’s done his exam and gotten the test results back, he’ll have plenty of instructions for you to keep your Little one nice and healthy.”

“Thank you, Millie.”

“Of course! If you’ll follow me, you’re in Exam Room One. We need to get her temperature and blood pressure and such, and then I’ll let Doctor D know you’re ready.”

Finally. Something that sounds like a normal part of a doctor’s visit.

We follow Millie into the exam room, and Daddy holds me on his lap while she does the blood pressure reading.

“A smidge high, but that could just be all the excitement of coming to the island,” Millie says with another of those beaming smiles. “Now we need to take her temperature. Mr. Stone, do you think she’d be more comfortable on the table, or over your lap?”

“Table, please.” I cut in before Daddy has a chance to speak. “And you can ask me what I prefer. I can speak for myself.”

For the first time since we walked in the door, Millie’s smile falters. “Oh, um. That’s… not really how this works. Your Daddy makes the decisions.”

“Just because we’re playing some weird game doesn’t mean I can’t be in charge of my own medical care.”

Before Millie can do more than blink at me, I’m face down over Daddy’s lap, staring at the stark white tile beneath us as his hand connects over and over with my bottom. Stinging pain explodes across my skin and my cries echo around the room as he lectures in a hard, stern voice. “I have had enough of your attitude today, Victoria Rose.”

“Owie, owie, owie, Daddy, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’ll be good!”

“You already had your chance to be good and you chose to be rude and defiant, instead. Now you’re going to get your bottom spanked until I’m convinced you’ve actually learned your lesson.”

The burn covers every inch of my bottom, worse than any spanking he’s given me so far. And when he starts spanking that sensitive area where my butt meets my thighs, it knocks all the fight out of me and I go limp over his knee, sobbing my heart out.

“There’s my good, sweet girl,” he says as he runs his hand over my aching bottom. “Are you ready to behave yourself now, Victoria?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Good. You can start by apologizing for being so rude to Millie.”

“Oh, Mr. Stone, that’s not⁠—”

“Camilla, I know good and well Doctor D would not approve of you arguing with me. Would he?”

Millie lets out a shocked little squeak. “No, Sir.”

“I didn’t think so. Now, Victoria. Apologize to Millie.”

“I’m s-sorry I was rude. You were j-just doing your job, M-Millie.”

“Apology accepted,” Millie says, her voice a bit strained like she’s just as embarrassed by this entire scenario as I am. Which seems unlikely since she isn’t the one who just got spanked in front of yet another complete stranger.

“Good girl.” Daddy gives my bottom a gentle pat, and an odd sort of pride fills my chest. “Millie, will it affect the reading at all if we go ahead and take her temperature now?”

Will what affect the reading?

“No, Sir. Would you like to prep her, or should I?”

“I’ll do it, if you wouldn’t mind walking me through the process.”

“Of course. You’ll need to put a glove on, first. It’s a rule.”

Process? What the hell kind of process could there be for taking my temperature? And why isn’t Daddy letting me sit up?

Maybe he forgot. But when I try to push up off his lap, Daddy swats me again. “Stay still, Victoria.”

“But… shouldn’t I be sitting up? So you can put the thermometer in my mouth?”

Daddy’s entire body shakes with his laughter. “Oh, little one. Babies don’t get their temperature taken that way. The only proper way to take a Little girl’s temperature is in her bottom.”

“Oh, Daddy, no, please! Please take it the right way!”

“This is the right way, little thief. Now, stop wiggling. Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you.”

Despite everything he’s put me through, there’s a tenderness to his tone that has me wanting to obey. Or maybe it’s just the fact that my bottom is still on fire from my last spanking that prompts me to go still over his lap.

“Good girl. Millie, what’s our next step?”

“Okay, Mr. Stone. If you could hold her bottom open, it makes it a bit easier to get the thermometer in and see the reading.”

With one hand, Daddy spreads my bottom cheeks, exposing me in the most intimate, shameful way I can imagine. I try to remind myself that Millie is obviously a medical professional of some kind, so she’s likely seen worse than someone’s butthole, but it does little to ease the humiliation coursing through my body.

“Perfect!” Millie’s high-pitched voice is filled with pride, like we’re two of her prize pupils and we just managed to complete a rather complicated math problem. “Now, dip the bulb of the thermometer here in the Vaseline and you’re going to work it into her bottom. You want to twist it a bit, from side to side, instead of just shoving it in there.”

I should probably be grateful for that last little bit of Millie’s instructions, but I’m finding it difficult to be anything other than horrified by the knowledge that I am draped over Daddy’s lap, my freshly spanked bottom on display, while he holds me open and pushes something cold and hard into my asshole.

Just as Millie said, he twists it from side to side, working the thermometer deeper and deeper inside me.

To my growing horror, it’s not just embarrassment I feel now. Something else is happening inside me, something very, very naughty.

Whimpering softly, I shift over Daddy’s knee, grinding my naughty place against his leg, suddenly desperate for some kind of relief. Ever since my bath, I’ve been primed and ready to explode, and even the humiliation of being stripped naked, spanked, and having a thermometer shoved in my ass hasn’t rid me of my arousal. If anything, it’s only grown worse since we left the house.

“Stop wiggling, Victoria,” Daddy scolds, his tone sharp. “You don’t want the thermometer to break off in your bottom, do you?”

“I can’t help it.” I’m whining again, unable to stop myself from doing so any more than I’m able to stop myself from pressing my hips into his leg in search of release.

“You will help it, or when we’re done with your temperature, you’ll get five strokes of Daddy’s belt for not listening.”

“Um, Mr. Stone.” Millie’s dropped her voice to a whisper, as if I can’t still hear her. “She might not be able to help herself. Little girls don’t have very much self-control when they’re upset or aroused. And your Little Victoria is very, very aroused.”

“Ah.” That single syllable is filled with understanding. “Is Millie telling the truth, little thief? Does having your bottom spanked and filled make your little kitty wet?”

I don’t want to admit it, especially with an audience. But I’m more worried about what he’ll do if I refuse than the added dose of humiliation, so I nod. “Uh-huh.”

“You’ll have to wait just a bit longer, little one. But I promise it will feel better soon. In the meantime, try to hold still. Can you do that for Daddy?”

The sweet, cajoling tone does what the threats failed to do, and I find the strength to stop wiggling. I lay there forever, with Daddy holding the thermometer in my bottom and giving it a little turn here and there at Millie’s instruction.

Finally, she tells him he can pull the thermometer out for her to read it.

“A smidge low, which I’ll note for Doctor D. There are tissues here for you to clean her bottom, and I’ll send the doctor in shortly.”

Daddy does exactly as she’s instructed, cleaning my bottom very thoroughly before gathering me up and carrying me over to the exam table. The paper feels rough against my punished skin, and I whine as I try to find a comfortable position.

“We’re almost done, little one.” Running a hand over my hair, Daddy keeps his voice low and soothing. “Once you finish your exam, we’re going to go meet Auntie Cat for breakfast. And then you get to go shopping for some new clothes. Won’t that be fun?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Surprisingly, it actually does sound fun. I just have to get through this stupid exam with this stupid doctor, first.

As if my thoughts have conjured him, the door opens, revealing a tall man with a head of salt and pepper hair, and a cold smile.

“Hello. I’m Doctor D.”