be here, with you."
"Eliza," Charley chided his little one. "That is not nice." Was she always this temperamental? Was that part of the reason why her betrothed had left her?
Doctor Colt merely laughed, seeming quite unscathed by her comment.
Were all the littles like this when they visited the physician?
He placed the earpieces into both ears and then the diaphragm over her heart. "Just breathe as normal," the doctor instructed.
She remained quiet, taking breaths as she normally would, while he moved the drum around, listening to her heart and lungs.
"Everything sounds good," the doctor acknowledged.
Charley hadn't thought there would be anything to concern himself with. She appeared to be in good health. The exam had been his idea, more as a formality to ensure her virtue was intact. He had not thought she was sick or unwell.
"Good. Can I go back to my room now?" Eliza asked, her green eyes wide and filled with anxiety as she leaned forward, ready to push herself off the table and down to the floor.
"Not yet," Doctor Colt said. "I will need to perform the internal exam and make sure your previous papa did not tear your maidenhood."
The young woman's eyes widened. "I can assure you that no such thing occurred. Why don't you ask Nanny Agnes? He spent no time alone with me and barely came to pay me the respect of a visit."
"Lie back and try to relax," the doctor said. He patted her arm and moved to the bottom of the table. "Would you feel better if you held your papa's hand?"
"Yes, please." Her voice came out small and timid, far more uncertain than she had behaved in his presence before.
Charley reached for her hand, coming to stand beside her. He wanted to watch the exam, to see her beautiful body up close, but he also did not wish to cause her any great discomfort. "It will be over soon," he assured, smiling weakly as the doctor instructed her to scoot toward the end of the table and spread her legs wide.
With one hand, the doctor separated her folds and she gave a slight intake of breath from the immediate contact. Charley continue to keep her hand in his, but walked closer to the edge of the table, glancing at her exposed cunny and the doctor's digits inside her quim.
Her nose scrunched up as the doctor pressed two fingers further in past her tight entrance. "Please, sir, I do not think I can handle any more."
Charley wanted it to be his thick digits instead of Doctor Colt's. "Is everything as it should be?" he asked, wishing he could take his little Eliza back to her room when the examination was complete. The only caveat: Nanny Agnes would be watching over them.
"Yes, her maidenhead remains intact." He withdrew his fingers and thoroughly washed his hands. "Roll over for me, Eliza."
She made no attempt to move in the slightest.
"Little Eliza," Charley warned. He was not above spanking her in front of the doctor if it was absolutely necessary. Quite amazing that, in such a short time, he had discovered his inner dominance.
Grumbling under her breath, she rolled over, giving the doctor a good eyeful of her reddened bum. "Please, do not spank me again."
Charley was not surprised to hear the concern lacing her tone. Quite likely her bottom burned and the thought of another smack to her bum would be just as painful.
"I see she already experienced a healthy dose of discipline today." The doctor reached for a jar of lubricant and slowly separated her bottom cheeks. "Do you know if Nanny Agnes has been training her regularly?"
"She wore a plug yesterday," Charley said, smiling as he remembered administering the huge implement into her bottom. It looked quite painful but it was still not quite as large as his cock. "Do you think she might be ready for something else in her bottom soon?" He was not quite sure how to word what he desired without sounding crass or inappropriate. This world of submission and littles was still very new to Charley. He enjoyed what it offered immensely, but he was continuing to
"Eliza," Charley chided his little one. "That is not nice." Was she always this temperamental? Was that part of the reason why her betrothed had left her?
Doctor Colt merely laughed, seeming quite unscathed by her comment.
Were all the littles like this when they visited the physician?
He placed the earpieces into both ears and then the diaphragm over her heart. "Just breathe as normal," the doctor instructed.
She remained quiet, taking breaths as she normally would, while he moved the drum around, listening to her heart and lungs.
"Everything sounds good," the doctor acknowledged.
Charley hadn't thought there would be anything to concern himself with. She appeared to be in good health. The exam had been his idea, more as a formality to ensure her virtue was intact. He had not thought she was sick or unwell.
"Good. Can I go back to my room now?" Eliza asked, her green eyes wide and filled with anxiety as she leaned forward, ready to push herself off the table and down to the floor.
"Not yet," Doctor Colt said. "I will need to perform the internal exam and make sure your previous papa did not tear your maidenhood."
The young woman's eyes widened. "I can assure you that no such thing occurred. Why don't you ask Nanny Agnes? He spent no time alone with me and barely came to pay me the respect of a visit."
"Lie back and try to relax," the doctor said. He patted her arm and moved to the bottom of the table. "Would you feel better if you held your papa's hand?"
"Yes, please." Her voice came out small and timid, far more uncertain than she had behaved in his presence before.
Charley reached for her hand, coming to stand beside her. He wanted to watch the exam, to see her beautiful body up close, but he also did not wish to cause her any great discomfort. "It will be over soon," he assured, smiling weakly as the doctor instructed her to scoot toward the end of the table and spread her legs wide.
With one hand, the doctor separated her folds and she gave a slight intake of breath from the immediate contact. Charley continue to keep her hand in his, but walked closer to the edge of the table, glancing at her exposed cunny and the doctor's digits inside her quim.
Her nose scrunched up as the doctor pressed two fingers further in past her tight entrance. "Please, sir, I do not think I can handle any more."
Charley wanted it to be his thick digits instead of Doctor Colt's. "Is everything as it should be?" he asked, wishing he could take his little Eliza back to her room when the examination was complete. The only caveat: Nanny Agnes would be watching over them.
"Yes, her maidenhead remains intact." He withdrew his fingers and thoroughly washed his hands. "Roll over for me, Eliza."
She made no attempt to move in the slightest.
"Little Eliza," Charley warned. He was not above spanking her in front of the doctor if it was absolutely necessary. Quite amazing that, in such a short time, he had discovered his inner dominance.
Grumbling under her breath, she rolled over, giving the doctor a good eyeful of her reddened bum. "Please, do not spank me again."
Charley was not surprised to hear the concern lacing her tone. Quite likely her bottom burned and the thought of another smack to her bum would be just as painful.
"I see she already experienced a healthy dose of discipline today." The doctor reached for a jar of lubricant and slowly separated her bottom cheeks. "Do you know if Nanny Agnes has been training her regularly?"
"She wore a plug yesterday," Charley said, smiling as he remembered administering the huge implement into her bottom. It looked quite painful but it was still not quite as large as his cock. "Do you think she might be ready for something else in her bottom soon?" He was not quite sure how to word what he desired without sounding crass or inappropriate. This world of submission and littles was still very new to Charley. He enjoyed what it offered immensely, but he was continuing to
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