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Normally I’m so happy to see daddy, but not on check up day… He asks Kelly how his little one is doing. All is good, besides the nerves, is all that is said. I feel one of daddy’s strong warm hands on my back, another on grabbing my wrist and feeling my pulse. “It’s okay little one, just relax. Take some nice deep breaths for daddy…. That’s it baby girl, you’re okay.” He whispers presumably content with the drop in my heart rate. As I try to calm myself more, I feel Kelly pull out the thermometer. Finally. She makes a note about how it is within normal range.

Daddy rolls me onto my back and sits me up as he flashes me a smile. I refuse to return the gesture and continued with my pouty face. “Oh sweetie, it’s all going to be alright. Daddy knows you don’t like check up day, but you don’t have a say in the matter. Daddy knows what is best, and you will be a good girl and behave, now won’t you?” I nod as a little whimper escapes my lips.

Daddy asks Kelly to prep ‘the tray’ as he puts his stethoscope into his ears. He places it onto my back and has me breathe deep for him. He mutters something to Kelly as he pats the table for me to lay down. He listens to my heart intently, making my tummy flutter. He hangs his stethoscope back around his neck, then begins to push on my tummy. I giggle a little and squirm. Daddy chuckles and tells me to hold still.

From there daddy checks my breasts. One side and then the other. Firmly pressing into me, to the point where it feels tender. Finishing with a little pinch on my nipple that made me squeak. He remarks that it was a good reaction.

Then, I begin to panic, as I know what is next…. The enema bag…

Daddy hushes me, as he knows this is my least favourite part. He brings my knees up to my chest again. I whimper. He tells me I’ll be okay, and asks Kelly to distract me, but it’s too late. I already know what is coming and a few crocodile tears escape my eyes. Kelly had prepped the bag and hung it off the pole already. Daddy grabs the nozzle off the tray and begins to lube it up. The anticipation begins to get to me, but Kelly strokes my hair and tries to get my attention. “It’s okay hun, it won’t last long, I promise.” What a bunch of bull… I feel daddy spread the lube across my hole with his finger. He coaches me to push as he slides a finger in to spread the lube. I groan at the discomfort. “Okay little one, big deep breath and then push for daddy. 1…2…3… good girl. You did such a good job.” I feel the nozzle slide deep inside of me. I hate it. I whimper, as the bag's contents begin to flow into me. After several minutes, I cry out as it starts to cramp. I whine for daddy and he walks over from the prep counter. He shushes me again, and brushes back my hair. Telling me he knows it’s not comfy now, but daddy needs me cleaned out to take a peek at my bottom. I cry as he rubs my tummy, massaging it slightly.

After sitting 10 minutes, it’s time to let it out. Kelly helps me to the potty attached to the room and rubs my back as it all comes out. It’s so embarrassing to have her there, listening, watching while she makes sure it is all finished.

Finally, it ends, and Kelly leans me forward to wipe me clean. I hate that she never let’s me do it myself… I feel like a baby being changed.

I sigh in relief, knowing the worst is over. Yet there is still more discomfort to come…

Daddy starts with my bottom first. He has me roll on my side again. I’m so tired and my bottom is hurting so much by now. I really, really, didn’t want daddy to touch that spot anymore… but I have no choice. He lubes me up again and prompts me to let his finger slide in…. “relax” he tells me. As he feels me tense in panic. I try my best, since I know it hurts less that way. After feeling around, daddy’s finger leaves my hole. It feels empty. That is until I feel that cold tip of the anoscope. Daddy reminds me to relax as he counts to three. I groan as he pushes it all the way up my bottom. Not stopping until it’s in place. Daddy looks around for what feels like forever. I sigh in relief, as he pulls it out. “See baby girl, all done, just like that.”

Daddy turns me onto my back for the last portion of the exam. Admittedly my favourite part…. I don’t know why, but when daddy checks there it feels…. Good? Tingly? Makes my tummy have butterflies. Little did I know, daddy has noticed me playing with myself more lately. So much so, that he was going to test my responses to stimulation today and bring me to orgasm. Something he has never done before, at the office.

Daddy helps me into the stirrups after he changes gloves. Feeling the smooth texture on my knees always made me feel a type of way… not bad that’s for sure.

Daddy’s sits at the end of the table and grabs my hips to pull me down into place. His hands reach down… and he parts my lips. “Oh my Kelly. This is just what I thought. She has quite the lubrication going here. Please mark that down. We definitely won’t be needing any lubricant.” I blush, embarrassed by the fact that I had gotten so worked up. Daddy reassures me that it is perfectly normal and tells me not to be ashamed, but that somehow made it worse. I feel daddy poke and prod around/between my lips. He is so close, looking so intently, that I can feel his breath. I gasp as daddy lifts my hood and touches my special button. Just as it was feeling good, he pulls away. I feel daddy’s hands leave me, as I hear him grabbing the speculum. Knowing he always stretched me so far open that it kind of hurt, my breathing hitches. He tells me to count to three. I listen, and as I hit three he slides the speculum deep inside of me…. I moan by accident, not knowing why, I blush. Daddy tells me it’s okay and he just wants to take a quick peek, as he opens the speculum. I groan at the discomfort of being stretched so wide. I feel a swab hit my cervix as I jump. I hated when daddy did that, it felt so awful. Suddenly the pressure releases and daddy pulls out the speculum. I breathe a sigh of relief. “Okay baby, I just need to feel around inside.” As he does I hear the sound of my kitty being oh so wet… I wonder why that is? Why do I always get so wound up when daddy gives me a check up? Was this a normal feeling? I'm lost in thought until… daddy curls his finger upward and I gasp. Eyes wide daddy, rubs my thigh. “Shhh sweet girl, it’s okay. That felt nice didn’t it?” I nod. He does it again, and I moan. He mumbles something to Kelly, but I’m too entranced to hear. Then I feel daddy spread me open, to touch my little love button- my kitty’s nose. This warm, tingly feeling washes over me, as daddy plays with my clit. Daddy asks me if I like that feeling, and I nod in reply. He continues to stroke me, as I start to wiggle around. Unable to control myself. Suddenly I feel Kelly’s hands on my legs. She is holding me open as daddy is up close to my kitty taking in the sight. Suddenly I feel daddy pull up the hood of my clit and touch the large, engorged, button gently. I scream, not expecting the intensity. Daddy comments to Kelly that I “Must be close” as he sees more juices flow out of me, my breathing heavy. The amazing feeling builds up inside my belly. “Okay baby, come on, be a good girl and let go for daddy.” Suddenly, I feel it crashing over me in waves. It hits me so intensely that I don’t notice Kelly leaving to mark down the time it took to bring me to orgasm. Daddy pets my thigh and helps wipe me up. He comes over to my side and looks in my eyes, as he tells me I did such a good job for him today. He remarks that it is the quickest I have ever finished and I shyly look away. He brings my eyes back to his as he tells me he’s proud of me, and I most definitely earned myself a treat.