Daddy pulled into a parking space in the hospital parking lot. He turned off the engine, unbuckled his seatbelt, then turned to me to speak.

“I don’t really know what you were trying to pull at the house but I better not see that behavior again, do you understand young lady?”, Daddy scolded me in his gruff authoritative tone.

My tears had dried now and I was no longer sniffling. I could feel Daddy’s eyes staring at me waiting for an answer. I looked down at my lap because I didn’t want to look at his face. Daddy grabbed my chin and pulled it towards him, “I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” he said aggravated.

“YES!”, I yelled as I jerked my chin out of his grasp defiantly.

“I don’t know what your problem is today little girl but you better fix that attitude real quick!”, said Daddy, “Now get out of the car, you’ve made us late for your appointment.”.

I carefully removed my seatbelt and took my time getting out of the car. Daddy came around to my door and pulled me up out of the seat, slamming the door. He gave me a swat on my jeans and continued holding a slightly tight grip around my arm. I realized that I had really rattled Daddy’s nerves and I was most likely in for a punishment when I got home tonight. Thinking about it made me angry. I’m an adult and I shouldn’t have to do anything that I don’t want to! IT’S NOT FAIR!

I began slightly dragging my feet along as Daddy led me through the hallways of the hospital. Noticing that I was defying him yet again, Daddy dug his nails into my arm a little harder.

“Daddy that hurts.” I whined.

Daddy abruptly stopped and pulled me off into a side doorway. He let go of my arm and grabbed my chin again pulling it up so I had to look directly in his eyes. I HATE LOOKING IN HIS EYES SO MUCH!!

“If you act like a child, you will be treated like a child. If you keep up this bullshit, when we get home I promise you won’t be sitting comfortably for two weeks. NOW START ACTING RIGHT!”, Daddy shoved my chin away and grabbed my arm to guide me again.

It felt like we walked forever but we finally came to the office where my appointment was scheduled. Daddy opened the door and led me up to the front desk.

“Hello, sorry we are a little late. We just had a slow start this morning!” Daddy said cheerfully to the receptionist.

Looking at me with her eyes slightly narrowed, the receptionist handed Daddy a clipboard and asked him to fill it out. We went to sit in a bank of chairs. Daddy began vigorously filling out the papers on the clipboard. I continued to sit next to him, looking around the waiting room. The room was quaint with enough chairs for about twenty people. It felt small as there were many people already here. In a corner there were toys for the children and it was a buzz with about five of them. There were tables with ancient magazines spread about on them. There were a couple adults, one or two teenagers, and an elderly couple all waiting to be seen. I started tapping my feet on the floor and clacking my fingernails on the arms of my chair.

“Stop that, you’re disturbing everyone.” Daddy whispered.

I glanced around the room again and I didn’t see a single person bothered at all. I continued shuffling my feet making a quiet scuffling/squeak sound on the floor. Daddy finished filling out the papers and returned them to the front desk. When he sat back down next to me, he put his hand on my knee and held it so I couldn’t keep making noise with my feet.

Luckily not long after, an older nurse came through the door to the waiting room. She was probably in her late 40’s, with a heavier build, and she had very small gray streaks in her black hair. She called Daddy’s name and stated he was here with me. She asked us to follow her through the door so she could get my vitals.

“I’m going to get some vital signs before you see the doctor today.” Said the nurse in an unenthusiastic tone, “Please have her remove her shoes and step up on the scale, sir.”

I became a little confused. Why was she not speaking to me? I’m standing right here, I’m capable of taking off my shoes. Daddy directed me towards the scale and then lifted each of my feet to remove my shoes. He then gently pulled me up onto the scale. The nurse moved the indicators on the scale until it was balanced and recorded my weight on the clipboard she carried.

“Sir, please have her turn around on the scale and put her back all the way against the wall.”, the nurse told Daddy.

Daddy gently grabbed my arm again, and pulled me around in a circular motion. He then pushed me slightly so I moved backwards. I put my back against the metal scale and the nurse pulled up the height meter. She brought it down resting it on my head for a moment then put it back to its base point, recording my height on her clipboard.

“Sir, you can put her shoes back on and she can have a seat right here.” The nurse gestured to a chair next to the scale.

Daddy led me to the chair and had me sit down. He put my shoes back on. I began feeling a bit anxious and also a little angry as nobody was acknowledging me, only Daddy. I didn’t understand what was going on. The nurse came back over and put a blood pressure cuff around my upper arm. She took out her stethoscope placing the chest piece on the crook of my arm and began pumping the cuff up. After it felt like my arm might fall off from how tight the cuff got, the nurse began slowing releasing pressure silently counting the beats of my pulse. When she was satisfied with the results she removed the cuff from my arm.

“Please follow me down the hall into this first room on the right.” Said the nurse.

Daddy gently gripped the crook of my arm and we followed the nurse to the exam room. It was also small with only an exam table covered in white crinkling butcher’s paper, cabinets with supplies, a sink for washing hands with counters around it, a wheely stool for the doctor, and then two chairs for patients/family members.

“Sir, please get her undressed and put this paper gown on her. She can keep her underwear on. I’ll be back in a moment to take her temperature.” The nurse stated and then left the room.

“Daddy why is everyone only speaking to you? Why are you doing things for me? I can do this by myself!” I complained.

Daddy began carefully taking off each piece of clothing despite me protesting. He took off my shoes and socks first, then unbuttoned my jeans having me step out of them, he pulled my shirt off over my head, and then he finally unclipped my bra. Daddy grabbed the paper gown, had me lift both my arms, and put the gown on me. Daddy then placed me on the exam table.

The room was cold and smelled of antiseptic. My nipples hardened slightly from the chill. My feet and legs trembled as well. Daddy sat down in one of the waiting chairs next to the exam table. The nurse came back into the room without knocking and it startled me.

“Okay, I need to get her temperature. Can you please have her lie on her back on the exam table, sir?” The nurse asked Daddy, like it was chore for her to even be there.

“Daddy why do I need to lie on my back for my temperature. I want to sit up normally.” I said.

“The thermometer is going in your bottom, now lie down on your back please.”, Daddy instructed.

“Why can’t you do it in my mouth?! I don’t want it in my bottom! DO IT IN MY MOUTH!”, I said a little louder than I should have.

“Sir, I don’t have all day.”, the nurse said dispassionately.

“Just lay down, little girl.”, Daddy instructed again.

I refused. Daddy sighed heavily and pulled me off the exam table. He pulled one of the waiting chairs out into the middle of the room and pulled me over his lap again. I felt my face get very red and hot. Daddy pulled down my panties and gave my already red bottom a couple smacks.

“Little girl, I’m really sick of you being a brat today. *WHACK* When I tell you to do something you do it! *WHACK* You don’t question me or refuse, you just do what you’re told!”, *WHACK* Daddy lectured. The nurse then came over with a thermometer with a red bulb tip. She dipped it into some Vaseline and spread my cheeks as Daddy had one arm holding my back down and the other blocking me from kicking my legs.

“NO I DON’T WANT IT! STOP!”, I yelled as I attempted to wiggle from Daddy’s grasp without success.

*WHACK* Daddy then smacked my bottom so hard the sound reverberation alone made me clench my cheeks for a moment from the pain. Tears welled in my eyes. I suddenly felt the nurse spread my cheeks again and she shoved the cold thermometer inside my rectum. I squirmed and complained loudly. Daddy held me tight. I tried to push the thermometer out but the nurse just pushed it back in and held it in place. After about ten minutes of this embarrassing treatment, the nurse removed the thermometer to read it. She recorded the reading on her clipboard.

“The doctor will be in shortly. You can pull her panties back up and get her back on the exam table now, sir.” The nurse stated, then left the room leaving the door the tiniest bit ajar.

I felt utterly humiliated. I could tell Daddy was fuming. I could feel his disappointed stare bore right through me. It gave me a cold chill down my spine. Daddy pulled me off his lap and stood me up next to him. Daddy then stood up himself and began removing his belt.

“DADDY NO, I’M SORRY!” I pleaded.

“Not nearly as sorry as you are about to be!” Daddy said as he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me over the exam table.

Daddy furiously began spanking my bottom with the belt as I squirmed and cried.

“I’ve never seen you behave so badly in all my life, little girl. I am absolutely embarrassed by your bratty behavior!” Daddy’s voice boomed like a sledgehammer in that room.

Each smack of the belt left a large red welt. The sound reverberated off the cold concrete walls. People in the hall stopped to glance in the room. A child glanced inside the exam room and his face got very red as he covered his own bottom with both hands, as if he were next in line. Daddy’s pace was relentless. He smacked me so hard that my bottom began going numb. I crumpled onto the crinkled paper and sobbed. IT HURT SO BAD!!!

Daddy finally finished and pulled my panties up roughly. He lifted me up onto the exam table, moved the chair from the middle of the room back to its original placement, and put his belt back on. Daddy then sat back down in his chair staring at my blistered bottom. I laid face down on the exam table sobbing so much that it was hard to catch my breath. All I could think about was how badly my bottom hurt, and the rawness I felt from each raised welt.

“Just wait until we get home little girl, this is going to seem like a warm-up.”, Daddy’s voice boomed said coolly. I could feel the ice in his voice.

I began to dread going home. I wasn’t sure if there could be anything worse than the pain I already felt in my bottom. I took my hands shakily over the welts and recoiled. I could feel the heat rising off my bruised and battered skin. This was the point of no return. I had royally fucked up.