Dankin thumbs my nipple, causing me to arch my chest even though I’m unsuccessful. The strap is keeping me from moving more than a tiny bit.
“Hard pinch, Little one. Deep breath for me,” Dankin says a moment before he grips my titty between his thumb and finger so hard I squeeze my eyes closed and grit my teeth. He adjusts his fingers and does it again two more times, tormenting my sore bud as if he’s trying to milk me.
I let out a long breath as he switches to my other breast. At least this time I’m prepared, expecting his fingers to roam all over my muscular tissue before pinching that nipple three times in the same way. It hurts, especially since my titties were spanked hard a few minutes ago. They’re sore and throbbing when he finally shifts his attention to my tummy.
“Has she wet her diaper yet?”
I stare at Bamgin as he shakes his head. “No. She did have a full bottle before we moved her here, but she hasn’t peed yet.”
I moan when Dankin’s fingers find my bladder and prod it, bringing to my attention how badly I need to pee.
The doctor moves down the table farther, lifting my thigh and angling it out wide. He settles my bent leg in a stirrup and secures it in three places.
As the doctor heads for the end of the table, Bamgin comes back to my side. He sets one of his huge palms on my inner thigh.
“I don’t want to jostle her knee too much, Nanish. Can you hold her leg out straight for me?” Dankin puts gloves on his hands while he speaks.
Nanish secures my bad leg against his hip, careful to avoid my knee.
Dankin drops the front of the table, leaving my ass right at the edge. I’m naked and so exposed, and I can’t even argue because suddenly I don’t speak any language.
The doctor uses a wet cloth to wipe my folds before palpating them. “This swelling is normal. Her labia are engorged with extra blood when she’s aroused.”
I purse my lips as he talks about me, heart racing when he prods my exposed clit.
“Her clitoris looks healthy. It’s also swollen from extra blood flow. You’ll notice the hood will often draw back on its own and leave the clit exposed when it’s this large. It can happen with little to no stimulation if she’s easily aroused. Some Little girls stay aroused for long periods of time. There’s no data on what to expect from a Little with two Papis. If you notice her rocking against her diapers, thrusting her hips, or squirming around, it could be a sign that she’s masturbating. I don’t recommend letting her pleasure herself. Like her nipples, she shouldn’t play with her clit even indirectly. You can put a stop to that behavior by spanking her clit with the same crop you used on her nipples. Three or four hard swats to her pussy will remind her not to take her own pleasure. When you need to spank her naughty pussy, do it while she’s restrained to the changing table and leave her naked until her clitoris returns to a normal size and slips back under the hood.”
My head is spinning. This conversation can’t be happening. My face is on fire.
My Papis have serious expressions as they listen to the doctor.
Note to self—never rock against your diaper.
The doctor reaches for a rolling tray and pulls it closer. He picks up a tube of something and squeezes a long line of it onto his gloved finger before spreading it all over my pussy.
“What’s that?” I ask. I keep lifting my head to watch.
“It’s a cream that will remove the hair from your pussy.”
My breath hitches. “Why?”
Nanish smiles at me. “The hair traps moisture against your skin. It’s healthier to remove it.”
The doctor finishes and changes his gloves for a fresh pair. “It needs to sit for a few minutes, Little one. Just this one time. Your hair won’t grow back.”
I shiver. My pubic hair is never going to grow back? I’m not sure how I feel about that. No one asked my opinion. They just did it. It would seem my opinion will rarely be considered in this new life of mine. It’s unnerving. I want to lash out, but I certainly don’t want to be spanked anywhere on my body again. Instead I bite my tongue.
After a few minutes, Dankin wipes the cream and my hair away. I feel even more exposed as his fingers trail over my bare skin, drawing attention to the total lack of hair. The sensation is odd. I remain silent.
Next, he holds up a long tube. “Have you ever had a catheter, Little one?”
I shake my head violently.
“I’m going to insert this tube through your pee-pee hole and into your bladder. It will open you up so your urine runs out. I need a sample to test it for various things, but I’ll also leave it in during your surgery.” He sits on a stool between my legs, holds my pelvis steady, and eases the tube into me.
It doesn’t hurt, but it feels strange. I’m so exposed. I just want this to all be over. A moment later, I feel relief as my pee runs out of me. I needed to go badly.
I’m still focused on the catheter as the doctor rubs something cold and wet against my bottom.
