Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
He smoothed her hair back and cupped her face. “Don’t worry, Little girl. I saw it on your calendar and called Tatiana to let her know you weren’t feeling so well today. She said to tell you she hopes you feel better soon.”
Riley groaned as she dropped back onto her side in her crib. Not feeling well was an understatement.
Daddy felt her forehead. “You do feel warm, Panda Bear. Maybe you picked up a bug too.”
She shook her head. “No, Daddy. It’s just a hangover.”
“Mmm. I better make sure. At least if you really do take a sick day my words to Tatiana won’t be a lie.”
She held her breath as he patted her hip and walked away.
“Be right back,” he called over his shoulder.
She didn’t like the implications. Not at all. When she didn’t feel well, Milo had a tendency to go full Doctor Daddy on her. She was afraid she was about to get the entire package today as a punishment. He was obviously intent on pretending she really was sick from a virus or something just to make his point.
When he returned, she peeked at him and relaxed when she saw he was holding a bottle. The liquid inside was pink. That was a good sign.
“Here, Panda. Drink this. Your head will feel better if we get you hydrated.” He patted her bottom as she brought the bottle to her lips. “Did you already empty your bladder, Little Panda?”
She nodded as she sucked down the cool liquid. She didn’t know what it was but it tasted heavenly. She was glad her mouth was occupied so she didn’t have to admit out loud that she’d wet herself several times in the night. She’d been too tired and her head had hurt too badly to call out for Daddy to take her to the bathroom.
Daddy removed her diaper, tugging it out from under her hip and leaving her on her side.
She knew what was coming next, so she didn’t protest as he parted her cheeks, rubbed lube on her tight bottom hole, and held a thermometer inside her.
She tried to block out the humiliation. This was her Daddy. He saw and touched every part of her, including her bottom. She knew he enjoyed the intimacy of medical play on occasion, and though she always protested, she secretly enjoyed it too.
Granted, it probably wasn’t a secret. After all, Daddy checked her pussy often when he played doctor with her. The fact that he always found her wet was what fueled him to continue.
She was just finishing the bottle when he finally removed the thermometer and held it up. “Slightly elevated. We don’t want to take any chances. I bet your tummy is unsettled from vomiting before you went to bed, isn’t it, Panda?”
She pursed her lips and shook her head just as her stomach grumbled. The sound was simply the settling of the contents of the bottle she’d just inhaled, but he knew that.
“Mmm. I think today is a good day to clean that tummy out, don’t you?”
She hated that he asked. She hated more that wetness flooded her pussy as she visualized what he had in mind.
“We can kill two birds with one stone,” he declared, making her tremble. This was new. What was he going to do?
“I think it’s time for you to have a punishment enema, Riley.”
She sucked in a breath. “Daddy?”
He nodded, having made his decision. “That’s what we’ll do. An enema will clean out anything that might be threatening to bring on a stomach virus. But I’ll use cooler water than usual to make sure it’s a bit uncomfortable. You can think about your poor choices while you hold it.”
She watched as he left the room. She’d brought this on herself. She wasn’t sure how uncomfortable a punishment enema might be, but the usual kind never bothered her much. Not physically anyway.
Five minutes later, he was back. He arranged several things next to her changing table before lowering the side of the crib, and lifting her to carry her over to the table.
As soon as he set her down, he removed her nightgown, leaving her naked. While she was still sitting, he opened a drawer and pulled out a pacifier.
She was relieved he was going to let her have the paci while he filled her bottom. It would help keep her relaxed.
A moment later, she watched in horror as he squirted soap onto his hand and palmed the nipple, rubbing the nasty hand cleaner all over it.
“Daddy?” she asked in a squeaky voice.
“Daddies talk, Panda Bear. I was told yesterday’s antics began when you walked into the back room of the bakery and shouted the F word.”
She bit her lips. Shoot. That was probably true. It had slipped out easily when she’d seen the mess the mixer was creating all over the room. She’d shouted fuck a moment before slipping in the batter and slamming her hip into the counter.