Bamgin rubs the top of my head. “Answer your Papi, Baby girl. What happened when you refused to finish your bottle earlier?”
I hold my breath, not looking at the doctor. I’m mortified for my Papis to speak so candidly about my prior disobedience in front of him. Everyone is waiting for me to respond.
My face is so hot it might spontaneously combust. Not seeing any other way out of this situation, I lick my lips and whisper, “You spanked me.”
Nanish pats my chest. “That’s right. Do you need another spanking before the doctor examines you, Baby girl? It’s okay if you do. Sometimes a spanking helps Little girls relax.”
I shake my head. “No, Papi.” Hopefully my use of the endearment he taught me will soften him.
He does smile. “Good girl. What do you say to the doctor?”
I bite my lip for a moment, heart racing, before I look at him. “Nice to meet you, Sir.”
He beams and pats my good leg over the blanket. “I’m going to examine you now, Margaret.”
“She likes to be called Mags,” Nanish says.
He’s right. No one has ever called me that before, but I like it better than any previous nickname, especially because my Papis came up with it. It’s special to me now.
The doctor nods. “Mags has a nice ring to it. Very sweet. I’m going to uncover you, Mags. Your Papis will help you sit up so I can start your exam.” He removes the soft blanket so fast I don’t have a chance to reach for it.
My Papis each take an arm and help me sit upright.
I immediately cover my breasts while staring down at my lower half and discovering what I feel between my legs is a diaper. Gasping, my heart nearly stops.
“Lower your hands, Baby girl,” Nanish commands softly. “We told you earlier not to cover yourself. Little girls are not allowed to play with their titties or cover their boobies.”
I jerk my attention to him, shocked by the babyish words. I’m diapered. I’ve taken a bottle and used a pacifier, and nowhe’s referring to my chest as boobies and titties. On top of that, wetness is leaking out of my pussy.
My legs are extended out in front of me on the hospital bed, and Bamgin adjusts my good leg, bending my knee and angling my thigh toward him to help me sit up better.
I haven’t lowered my hands. I’m still too shocked to move, but my Papis do it for me now, each circling a wrist and lowering my arms to my sides.
“That’s your last warning, Little one,” Nanish admonishes. “No playing with your titties. If you touch them again, one of us will swat them to remind you.”
I gasp. Swat my nipples? The traitorous buds swell and stiffen at the idea. What’s wrong with me? I should jump off this table and run from the room. Instead I find myself wanting to obey these men. The thought of disappointing them makes me queasy.
Bamgin lifts my chin and leans in closer to hold my gaze. “Do you understand, Little one?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
“It’s hard for Little girls to learn to keep their fingers away from their titties, but you will control the urge to touch them. After a few swats to your tender buds, you’ll think twice about playing with them.” He lifts a brow.
A tightness in my tummy accompanies the rush of wetness leaking into my diaper. I don’t think I’ve peed myself, but the soft material is damp anyway from my arousal. I squirm from embarrassment and hope the doctor doesn’t discover my dampness.
Nanish pulls my hand back several inches, forcing me to sit taller with a palm on the small of my back. “I’m sure Dankin has a little crop he can use to spank your titties a few times if you want to know what it feels like.”
My breath hitches, and I shake my head. “No, Papi. I’ll be good.” I don’t see how I have a choice. My head is spinning. Every few seconds, I learn something new, and all this information is confusing me.
Nanish takes a step farther behind me, making room for the doctor to move closer. Bamgin pulls my other hand back, causing me to arch my chest. I’m so exposed. Heat creeps up my face.
Dankin uses a little light to look in my eyes. He tips my head to the side to examine my ear before repeating the action on the other side. With a hand at the back of my head, he tips me back and nudges my nostrils open to see inside. “Open your mouth wide for me, Little one.”
I do as I’m told, telling myself this is just an ordinary exam. It is, isn’t it?
He sets a stethoscope on my chest next. “Deep breath, Mags.”
Inhaling deeply, I try not to think about my exposed breasts and diaper. It’s difficult, though. The two glaring facts consume me. Adults don’t wear diapers on Earth, nor do they get examined without a gown.
