Max stroked her back. She heard the snap of the gloves Zale pulled on and the squelch of lubricant coming out of the tube.
“Relax, baby. You’re fine. Some practice will make this less scary,” he promised.
Zale parted her buttocks without a word about how much she tried to clench her bottom. His slick finger rubbed cool gel around her small entrance before pressing firmly inside. He slowly rotated his hand to spread the slick mixture.
Saylor wanted to hate every moment of his touch, but she was so sensitive there. She thought of anything else other than the sizzling exploration. When his finger slid from her body, she relaxed slightly, only to stiffen once again as the cold thermometer invaded her.
“Ten minutes, little girl,” Zale told her as he covered the tip with his hand to trap the instrument deep inside her.
She heard them talking over her about caring for a Little and how to help her feel her best. Unable to concentrate on what they discussed, Saylor’s mind went to her happy place. She imagined herself swinging in Max’s yard with her new friends.
Finally, the thick tube slid from her bottom. Saylor melted onto the table in relief.
“Good girl, baby. Let’s sit up,” Max said, helping her turn over.
The melty lube between her buttocks made the skin slide slickly as she shifted, reminding her of how intimately Zale cared for her. Now sitting on the edge of the exam table, she remembered how exposed she was. “Could I have a blanket now?”
“Soon. Max, share your body heat.”
Max moved closer and wrapped an arm around her waist. Warmth radiated toward her. Zale quickly checked her eyes, ears, nose, heart, and throat. He paused for a minute before pointing to an eye chart on the wall. “Read the smallest line you can, Saylor.”
She easily recited the lowest line, but hesitated when he gave her a small card and repeated his instructions. The letters blurred in front of her when she looked at the bottom two lines. Finally, she told them the letters on the next one up.
“Can you see anything in tinier print?” Max asked. His eyebrows pulled together in concern.
Saylor studied it again.Maybe that was a B, but it could be an E.She rubbed her fingers over her forehead. “Hey!” she protested as Zale plucked the laminated page from her hand.
“I don’t want you to give yourself a headache, Saylor. You did exactly what I asked you to do. Good job. Have you worn glasses before?”
“When I was a kid. But I stopped wearing them in high school.”
“Got it,” Max said, adding another note to his phone. “To the eye doctor for you, baby. That’s why you’re getting headaches.”
“Oh! I should have thought of that,” Saylor whispered.
“You’re going to feel so much better,” Max said.
Zale placed a pillow on the exam table and patted it. “Stretch out, Saylor.”
Slowly she lay down on her back. Max laced his fingers with hers, giving her hand a squeeze. She stared up at him. Her mind whirled with the realization that she had neglected herself and that her daddy wouldn’t allow that to continue.
“Do you check your breasts, Saylor?” Zale asked.
“No,” she admitted honestly, done with pretending.
“Max, once a month after her period, check for anything concerning. Let me show you what to do.” Zale waved Max to the opposite side of the exam table.
Saylor closed her eyes as Zale coached Max through the process. She tried not to react to the sensation of two men’s hands moving on her sensitive breasts, but when they squeezed her nipple, a low moan escaped her lips. She bit her lip, hoping to stifle any additional sounds.
She breathed a sigh of relief when the hands lifted from her skin. Max took her hand again. Zale, however, just moved lower and examined her abdomen. He pressed on a variety of spots asSaylor tried not to react. Who knows what Zale would do if she made any sounds.
“Some congestion here. Add fruit and vegetables to Saylor’s diet.”
That went on Max’s list. Saylor crossed her fingers, hoping he wouldn’t have anything else to add.
“Your daddy is going help you put your foot in the support on that side.” Zale shifted her foot to the stirrup next to the table. He waited until Max helped on the other side and then added, “Scoot your bottom down to my hand.”
Saylor wiggled down further and further. Finally, her bottom touched his gloved hand.
