“Hi, Ivy. How do you feel?” Doc asked quietly before sitting on the couch next to her.
“I’m good. I don’t know why Steele insists on you checking on me,” Ivy said quickly. She’d hidden her teddy behind her when Doc had entered Steele’s apartment.
“You’re injured and we need to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself worse,” Doc answered, nodding at Steele. “He’s a worrywart.”
Ivy stared at him, trying not to laugh at the accusation that her tough Daddy worried about anything. Steele’s chuckle made her look at him quickly, jostling her head. “Ooh!” she gasped and set her hand down on the cushion to ground herself when the world spun around her.
When everything settled back into place, she looked at Doc and said, “Maybe it isn’t a bad idea, but that happened when I moved my head too fast before today.”
“Gotcha. Let me look at your eyes first, Little girl.” Doc shifted to kneel on one leg before her so their eyes were on the same level. He opened a small satchel and pulled out a penlight.
“Look at my nose. Good girl. Now, follow the light with your eyes.” He held a hand over her left eye and then her right as he tested her responses.
“How’s the head? Do you have a headache?” he asked as he turned off the light.
“Shining a bright light in my eyes didn’t help,” she muttered unhappily.
“I’ll take that as a yes, your head hurts. Steele, get her a couple of those over-the-counter pain tablets, please.”
“I thought you didn’t have a headache, Little girl,” Steele said ominously as he shook out the pills.
“It wasn’t bad until Mr. Spotlight came in to torture me,” she groused, knowing she was already in trouble.
“No torture, Ivy. It is important that you tell me the truth,” Doc warned as Steele handed her an open bottle of water and the medicine.
Popping the tablets into her mouth, she washed them down with a gulp of water. She grimaced at the feeling. It felt like she was swallowing boulders. When she saw their worried expressions, she forced herself to say, “I guess you want to know my throat hurts, too.”
“Definitely. Inside or out?”
“Both. They tried to yank me out into the open by my hair and my neck got twisted around. Even though I couldn’t make a ruckus, I kept screaming. I think I irritated everything inside, too,” she admitted.
“Let me check.” Doc pressed several places on her cervical spine as he observed her reaction. None of that felt painful until he stroked over the front of her throat.
“Ouch!” she complained.
“Sorry, Little girl. There’s some soft tissue damage to your neck. Steele, keep an eye on her if she frequently rubs the back of her neck or if the pain increases, she’ll need an x-ray.”
When Steele nodded, Doc requested, “Open your mouth, Ivy. Let me see inside, too.” He cupped her chin and held the flashlight expectantly.
“Ahh!” she said after opening her mouth.
“Definitely red. Could be from screaming, might be something else. Any time you’re under stress like you have been, your entire immune system is being attacked. I’m going to give you a quick exam to make sure you haven’t caught a bug.”
Doc pulled a stethoscope from his bag and fitted it to his ears before holding the bell of the device to her chest and back as he asked Ivy to take a few deep breaths. “Sounds good. I don’t hear any rumbles in your lungs. Let’s get a quick temperature to make sure you’re not running a fever.”
Replacing the stethoscope in his bag, Doc pulled out a small package of supplies. “Steele, this is the starter pack I’ve decided all the Daddies need. I’ll let you explore through everything I’ve included. If you need refills or something in addition, let me know.”
He opened the small case and Ivy peered inside to see what looked like a regular first aid kit. What he pulled out was not something she expected to see.
“What’s that? A thermometer for an elephant?” Ivy trumpeted like one of the giant pachyderms to make a joke of it. Instantly, she grabbed her throat and croaked, “Bad idea.”
“Definitely,” Doc sympathized. He set the thick glass tube to the side and removed a tub of lubricant. Opening the jar, he set it next to the first item.
“Let’s get your leggings off, Little girl.”
“My pants? Why?” She looked at him suspiciously.
“So I can take your temperature,” Doc explained easily.
Finally, everything clicked into place in her mind. “You think you’re going to put that in my bottom?”
“Either I am or your Daddy is,” Doc answered.
Ivy started to shake her head in denial, but Doc cradled her head between his hands, stopping her. “No sudden movements.”
“Daddy it is,” Steele said firmly. He picked up Ivy from the couch and rotated her body slowly so he didn’t discombobulate her brain as he sat down. She clutched at his calves, finding herself over his lap. Pressing one hand firmly against the middle of her back, he pulled her panties and leggings halfway down her thighs.
Cool air rushed over her skin, making Ivy shiver. Reaching back, she grabbed the bottom of his vest and tugged it. “Daddy?”
“It’s okay, Little girl. I’m going to take care of you. You’re safe with me and Doc. Let us check that you’re feeling okay.” Steele rubbed his hand over her lower back and over the swell of her buttocks.
Ivy risked a look up at Doc. He wasn’t even looking at her butt. Doc had picked up the lubricant and was dipping the end into the thick mixture. When he lifted his head and their gazes met, he reassured her, “Little girls need special treatment from their Daddies. I’m just here to assess you medically.”
She couldn’t help but notice that as they talked, he passed the thermometer to the man holding her firmly in place. With a gigantic sigh, Ivy lowered her head to dangle over her Daddy’s lap. At least I’m not getting spanked.
“Good girl,” Steele praised before spreading her bottom to reveal the small, tight opening hidden between her cheeks.
The rounded tip pressed against the ring of muscles and slid easily inside her body. The lubricant made it impossible for her to keep it out by tightening her muscles. Steele pressed it inside until it stopped, poking her a bit. The rod was cold and seemed to radiate through the walls of her channel.
“Little girls sometimes try to keep their Daddies from placing the thermometer fully in their bottoms. Twist the end slightly as you press in. You may find that she hasn’t allowed it to enter completely,” Doc counseled.
Ivy wrinkled her nose and snorted her displeasure as Steele pressed the thick device deeper inside her. “Doc knows your tricks, Ivy.”
“I feel sorry for his Little girl,” she grouched.
“I haven’t been lucky enough to find my Little girl, Ivy. I hope I will soon,” Doc shared.
“Lucky!” Ivy whined, reaching with one hand for her teddy bear who had fallen off the couch as Steele moved her.
“Doc, would you get the stuffie who tumbled off the couch? That’s Lucky.” Steele rubbed her back once again with one hand while the other lay against her buttocks, holding the device inside.
“Of course.”
She saw his feet appear in front of her. Doc squatted easily at her side and held the stuffie for her to grab. “Lucky is a very fortunate bear to have ended up in the arms of a Little.”
Eager to think of anything other than the thermometer in her bottom, Ivy kissed Lucky before hugging him to her chest. Curious, she asked, “Why is it better to be the stuffie of a Little girl?”
“Lucky won’t be a toy that is forgotten. He’ll never sit on a shelf and get dusty. I would bet five years from now you’ll still kiss his left ear.”
“I don’t always kiss his left ear,” Ivy denied as Doc stood back up to lounge against the wall as he observed her treatment.
“You do. Then you hug him tight,” Steele corrected her gently.
“Is it time for that thing to come out?” Ivy asked, feeling self-conscious that her Daddy had watched her cuddle with her bear when she thought he was busy.
“Not yet. Two more minutes. I’d carried Lucky around in my saddlebag on my bike for several months. He was lonely and needed a friend,” Steele admitted.
“Do all the Shadowridge Guardians have teddy bears on their bikes?”
“They do. We carry them to give to anyone who needs a stuffie to love them—kids, adults, and Littles,” Steele explained.
A quiet beeping sounded in the room. Immediately, Steele removed the thermometer and checked her temperature. “Two tenths of a degree above normal, Doc.”
“The slight fever indicates it’s most likely a virus and she’ll rebound quickly with rest and fluids. I have a feeling all the stress put Ivy at risk of picking up a bug easily while in a crowd. You’ll have to monitor her, Steele, to make sure it doesn’t rise any higher.”
“Will do, Doc. Naps and push juices?”
“Chilled fresh fruit and lots of water are even better than juice. You can even combine the two and slice something like strawberries or watermelon into her water to flavor it,” Doc suggested. “The pack here has some pain-relieving suppositories if Ivy’s head hurts and she’s not eating. Those have the benefit of lulling a Little who’s in pain but refuses to take a nap.”
“Suppositories? Like to go in my bottom?” Ivy asked in disbelief.
“Yes, Ivy. They prevent stomach problems when repeatedly taking pain medication. Is your head better now after taking the tablets?” Doc asked.
“I don’t need any more medicine,” she rushed to assure him.
Steele’s and Doc’s gazes meshed and Steele nodded his agreement of whatever silent message the two shared. Ivy swallowed hard. She had no doubt that the next time she complained about having a headache he would try the new type of medicine. Quickly, she spoke to make sure they didn’t dose her today.
“I feel a ton better now.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear that. Steele, let me know if you have any concerns or Ivy doesn’t feel better in the next few days,” Doc said, pushing away from the wall and heading to the door.
When the door closed behind him, Ivy struggled to move off Steele’s lap. Smack! She froze in place as the sharp swat stung her bare bottom. A second and third followed quickly, spreading the sensation on her skin. Instant arousal flared inside her, and Ivy squeezed her thighs together, trying to stop the juices gathering between her legs.
He can’t know that spanking turns me on!
That punishing hand rubbed over her bottom. She hoped he wouldn’t discover her reaction.
“Little girls need to be spanked, Ivy. When your head heals completely, I’ll spank you as punishment, as well as for pleasure.”
“For pleasure? That’s just twisted,” she protested. “Can I get up now?”
“No, Little girl. Spread your legs.”
Ivy wanted to shake her head but forced herself to stop. She’d gotten so dizzy too many times. She simply tugged wordlessly on his cut, asking for him to understand.
“I know you don’t want to, Ivy. I’ve asked you to follow my directions,” he said ominously.
“No.”
“You have earned a consequence, Little girl.”
“You can’t spank me,” she taunted with fake bravado.
“It’s not necessary this time.”
Steele gathered her easily into his arms and stood. His strength controlled her attempts to free herself as he walked into the bedroom. Carrying her as if her weight didn’t tax him in the least, Steele strolled into the bedroom and placed her across the bed on her back. Before she could react, he grabbed the leggings bunched around her ankles in one hand and twisted the material to trap her legs together. Using her pants as a handle, Steele pulled her legs up and back over her torso, pinning Ivy’s body to the soft comforter and lifting her bottom. Grabbing his pillow, Steele placed it under her hips, elevating her body on an angle.
“What are you going to do?” she asked, hugging Lucky to her chest.
“As you pointed out, I can’t spank you, yet. There are other ways your Daddy can make sure you pay attention to what he asks you to do.” Steele lowered his hold on her ankles. He stripped off her leggings to bend her legs and spread her thighs wide.
Totally exposed to his view, Ivy tried to struggle, but he’d trapped her in such a way that she couldn’t thrash around. She looked up at Steele, ready to plead for him to let her go, and found him staring at her most intimate places. His gaze focused on her.
“I’m going to enjoy this as much as you do, Little girl,” he growled as he shifted his stiffening cock in his jeans.
“Is it too late for a warning?” she whispered.
“Way too late, Ivy. I’ll show you what happens to Little girls who don’t follow their Daddy’s instructions.” He paused for a few long seconds to look at her. Each moment made her wetter until she felt drenched.
Finally, he moved. Ivy exhaled the breath caught in her throat. When he pulled out a device with a rounded head, she reversed the process and inhaled sharply. Is that a vibrator? She stared at it as he set it on the comforter in her view.
Quickly, she pulled Lucky over her eyes to hide her heated face from him. Another rustle in the drawer made her peek under the teddy’s soft fur. A slim purple wand joined the larger one.
“Lucky for us, your bottom is already lubricated.”
“What?” she gasped, automatically squeezing her buttocks together to feel the slippery lubricant that still clung to her skin. Ivy pulled Lucky back to her chest so she could send a pleading look to him.
Steele ignored her question as he picked up the small device and pushed the flange on the end through several distinct patterns of vibration. Even feet away from her body, Ivy felt like she could feel each one.
“I wonder which you would like the best?”
When she didn’t answer, he settled on a soft, steady hum. “We’ll have to experiment. Tell me how you like this one.”
After placing the rounded tip at her exposed puckered opening, Steele pressed it gradually into her bottom. Thicker than the icy glass thermometer, this buzzing vibrator activated every nerve in the tight passage. She clenched her teeth as the novelty of play in this naughty area immediately turned up her arousal.
Ivy looked up at Steele, not knowing what to say. Squeezing her ankles tighter for a second, he watched her with a stern expression that commanded her obedience.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she assured him.
“Thank you, Little girl. I’m glad you’re learning your lesson. We’re not done here yet.”
She watched as he picked up the larger wand and pressed a switch on the side. Ivy could hear the powerful vibration. Swallowing hard, she waited for her Daddy’s next move.
He glided the vibrator down the inside of her right thigh, passing over her needy pussy so closely she could sense the hum before he ran the device up the inside of her left.
“Naughty Little girls get teased,” he said softly as he repeated the motion, only this time, the hum glanced over her mound.
“Daddy!” she begged. The buzz in her bottom seemed to vibrate through her body. It set all the nerves in that area on fire but wasn’t enough to make her come. At least, not yet.
“What’s going to happen the next time I ask you to do something?”
“I’ll do it,” she promised, fusing her gaze with him to convince Steele she was telling the truth.
“That’s my good girl. I think you deserve a treat for learning such a big lesson.”
Steele pressed the rounded head of the vibrator fully against her. The strong pulsation ricocheted through her body. Ivy teetered on the edge for a split second before her body responded with a massive wave of pleasure. As it crashed over her, she couldn’t keep a scream from bursting through her lips. She sagged on the comforter when Steele lifted the device away.
“That setting works. Let’s try this one,” Steele suggested, pressing the end of the implanted device so the buzzing pattern changed. “Let’s call this option two.”
Watching him bring that broad head close once again, Ivy begged, “Can’t that be enough? I’ve learned my lesson.”
“Daddy’s in charge of your punishment, Ivy. He’s in control.”
The pulse filled her senses, and she held on to Lucky as he brought the larger one closer. This time, she held out for a few seconds before another climax exploded inside her. She panted as he moved the vibrator away.
When his hand moved lower to change the setting of the small vibrator, Ivy asked, “How many settings are there?”
“Seven, Little girl. Here’s number three. Tell Daddy what you think.”
Her scream of pleasure followed, answering all his questions. She felt wetness jet from her body and babbled, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go,” thinking she had peed.
“You’re a perfect, good Little girl, Ivy. I’m so glad you’re enjoying your lesson. Squirting shows me this pattern is your favorite so far. Let’s see if we can find another one that pleasures you so completely.” After switching to the next style, Steele leaned forward to capture her lips roughly. His fierce look of passion revealed just how much her display affected him.
So overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her, Ivy felt herself beginning to float in her mind. She could concentrate only on her Daddy and the way he coaxed her body to feel so many things. Ivy hadn’t known this level of bliss existed. Her Daddy was in charge and she loved it.
When he revealed the final vibrator pattern, Ivy panted. At the feel of his hand spreading over her bruised throat, squeezing firmly to tether her in place, her body burst into an earth-shattering climax. As grayness hovered on the edges of her vision while he controlled her breath, Ivy sizzled inside. She was completely unafraid and savoring his skilled finesse. The sensations were more than she would have thought possible. When she struggled to control her breathing, his hand eased, allowing the air to gush into her lungs. She understood he deliberately replaced the scary memory with one filled with so much pleasure.
The vibrator eased from her body, and she melted onto the mattress. Through hooded eyes, Ivy watched Steele turn off the large wand by pressing the end one more time to silence the device. She knew she was bad when she hoped he’d repeat the treatment again soon. Her fingers crossed almost on their own.
“Close your eyes, Little girl,” he instructed as he lowered her legs to rest on the bed as well.
She followed his instructions without hesitation and felt him turn the vacant side of the comforter over to cover her. Her body still buzzed with the delight he’d lavished on her. Her mind escaped into sleep, leaving everything in Steele’s hands.
Just the way he wants it.