I'm thirty, but I'm my Daddy's "little girl." We've been having this relationship for six months, and I love that Daddy gets to tell me what to do.

I was never molested or hurt by my actual father; he was actually pretty easy on all of us about discipline. He was a good father, just a bit of a pushover. Not Daddy. When Daddy wants something, with very few exceptions, I'd better be ready to do whatever it is - or face the consequences, which are usually worse!

And this is how we wound up at the doctor's office. See, Daddy loves to play with my ass, but can't seem to penetrate me. I'm too tight. So he brought me here to see if the doctor could help us.

We walked into a nice waiting room with very soft carpet and well-padded chairs. Daddy told me to sit while he told the nurse at the desk that we were here for my exam. As I looked around, I realized that there were other Daddies and their girls and boys, and even a few Mommies. I'd had no idea there were so many other people like us. It made me feel a little less weird, but no less nervous.

Daddy came back to sit with me. "The nurse is going to get us in a few minutes," he said, stroking my hair.

"Daddy, I'm really nervous."

"Don't be," he said. "The doctor is going to make it all better." He brought his mouth close to my ear; "He's going to make it so that Daddy can get his cock in your hiney-hole and make you feel good in a whole new way. You want that, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered, squirming. I could feel myself getting wet already. I was going to tell Daddy so - he likes me to tell him the minute I get wet - when the nurse came and took us to the exam room.

It was a big room, to my surprise. The nurse saw me looking around, and smiled. "It's as large as it is so that the doctor and his assistants and your Daddy can all be here without running into each other," she said. "Now I'll need you to strip and get on the table for me."

I did, and looked for a gown, but there wasn't one. Blushing at being naked in front of the pretty nurse, I got up on the table. She asked me to spread my legs and put my feet in the stirrups, and then she sat on a little stool and scooted close to me. I glanced at Daddy, who grinned at me when he saw how wet I was. To my embarrassment, the nurse noticed too; "Someone's a little excited," she said, and smiled at me. "Try to relax; I'll be putting a lubricating suppository in your rectum."

I tried to relax, but I jumped when her gloved finger gently touched my hole. "Please relax, dear. I promise this won't hurt." She looked over her shoulder at Daddy. "Maybe it would help if Daddy distracted you a little?"

"Sure," Daddy said, and got up. He spread my labia a little and put a fingertip on my clit, barely moving. "That's my good girl," he said as I relaxed. "The nurse has to get that in there so your little hole will be allll wet," he singsonged. I moaned when she touched me again, and when she gently pushed the suppository in, I strained up to make Daddy rub me harder. But when she pulled her finger out, Daddy stopped too. I whined.

"Don't worry, dear - you'll be getting more of that soon," the nurse said, patting my thigh. Then she left.

"Daddy, what's going to happen?"

He grinned down at me. "You'll see," is all he would say.

The doctor came in a few minutes later, introduced himself to Daddy, and then to me. He sat down on the stool and scooted close just like the nurse had. "Has she been allowed to orgasm? he asked Daddy.

"No, Doc, I did just what you said."

"Good, good. I think - " the door opened again, and two other doctors came in. I couldn't stand the fact that all these strange men could see my little slit and the wetness I couldn't hide. "Ah, gentlemen!" said the doctor. "Mr. Black, these are my associates, Doctors Jones and MacKenzie. They'll be assisting me today." Daddy nodded and shook their hands. The first doctor sat back down and finally spoke to me.

"I understand you have a little problem down here," he said, and smiled at me.

"Yes, Doctor," I whispered, feeling myself blush.

He and the other doctors put on latex gloves, and he lubricated his fingers. "Your Daddy can't penetrate you anally, can he? He can't get his penis in there?"

Somehow, the clinical language was even worse than the little-girl talk Daddy preferred. "No, Doctor," I whispered again.

"Well, we'll fix that today," he said jovially. "First, I'm going to touch your vulva. Do you know what your vulva is?"

This was horrible. I looked at Daddy, desperate for some cue. "Go ahead, honey," he urged. "Tell the doctor with the words Daddy lets you use."

"My lips...down there, and clit, and my pussy," I managed.

"Very good! I'm going to touch and examine all these parts," said the doctor. "And then we're going to examine your anus very, very throughly. What do you call your anus?"

"My...my hiney-hole," I said, and cried. Daddy was there, stroking my face, in a heartbeat. "It's ok, little girl," he crooned. "Nothing's going to hurt."

"No, not at all," said the doctor. "If it does, you must tell us. We want this to feel good to you, so good that you will always want Daddy to do things to your anus," he soothed.

I swallowed and squeezed Daddy's hand. "I'm OK now," I said, trying to be brave. Daddy told me what a good girl I was, and sat down to watch the doctor touch me.

He ran his fingertips down the outside lips, then gently spread me open. "Doctor MacKenzie?" he said, and the other doctor stepped forward to hold my lips open. "That's excellent," the first doctor said. He touched my clit very softly, putting the pad of his finger on it, then moved it slowly to the opening of my pussy. I moaned a little. "Yes," he said, "this should be pleasurable to you. Now I'm going to touch your anus." He slid his finger down, spreading my shameful wetness down and around my hiney-hole. "How does that feel?" he asked.

"It..it feels nice," I said.

"Good. Now I'm going to put a finger deep inside your vagina." He did, and I gasped. Wasn't Daddy going to be angry at how excited I was getting over these strange men touching me? He saw my eyes flick in his direction, and said, gently but sternly, "Pay attention to the doctor."

The doctor's finger was deep inside me, moving around, feeling all of me. I was still being held wide open by the other doctor's hands, exposed to all of them. "Good," said the doctor who was probing me. "Doctor MacKenzie, if you'll masturbate the patient now?"

"Certainly, Doctor," he replied. He smiled down at me. "Your Daddy has already told us how you like to be masturbated. But maybe you should tell me again, just to be sure."

"I like Daddy to pull everything apart and rub my clit with his finger, right on the head," I whispered.

"Like this?" he asked, doing just that.

"Yes, please, Doctor," I gasped.

"Excellent, Mac," said the doctor as he rotated his finger inside me. "That's a good girl...go ahead and come." I looked at daddy, who nodded, which pushed me over the edge. I came, screaming and writhing...