“What about if I was playing doctor and you were the patient?”
She chewed her lip. “Well, the orgasm thing sounds fun, but no way am I letting you give me an enema.”
He winked at her. “We’ll see. Want to go in?”
“All right.”
Zeke moved behind her, and wheeled her into the room. In the middle sat a table that looked very much like what you might see in a doctor’s office. At one end of the table were some normal looking monitors for heart rate and blood pressure. As she got closer, she noticed some differences, though. Doc’s table, for instance, didn’t have cuffs or straps that were obviously used to hold naughty patients down.
There was a wooden table against one wall and a doctor’s lab coat was laid over the back of the leather chair.
“Would you like to play, baby girl?” Zeke leaned over to whisper in her ear.
She wasn’t sure. Both trepidation and excitement filled her. “Yes.”
Okay, she was kind of surprised that she so quickly agreed.
“All right, while we’re in here, you will address me as Doctor. Understand? And as usual, you are to use your safeword if you need it.”
“Yes, Doctor,” she replied quietly.
“Very well. Hello, Miss Eden, how are you feeling today?” As Zeke spoke, he put the doctor’s coat on. She might have felt a little silly if he hadn’t so easily slipped into his role.
“Fine, Doctor.”
He frowned. “Fine? That’s not what I’ve heard. Your daddy said you haven’t been eating your vegetables.”
She chewed at her lip. “They’re yucky.”
“Well, they are healthy for you. If you don’t eat your veggies then you get sick and you end up in here, visiting me.”
“Yes, Doctor. I’m sure if Daddy gave me ice cream when I ate my veggies, I’d eat more.”
“Tut-tut, young lady. You do not get to decide when you have ice cream. It’s a treat, not to be given out every time you eat your vegetables, which you should do anyway. Right, I can see we are going to have to give you a full examination to make sure your lack of proper nutrition isn’t affecting your health.”
He strode over and picked her up, carrying her to the exam table. He sat her down and stripped off her dress. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, so she was soon naked, her butt sitting on the cold table. Despite the fact that Zeke had seen everything, she felt the urge to cover herself.
“Little girls don’t have any reason to hide themselves. From their daddies or their doctors,” he told her as he gently moved her arm away from her breasts. “Let’s lay you down and make sure you’re secure. I don’t want you wiggling around and falling off.” He pulled her hands up above her head and placed them in the cuffs at the top of the table. A strap was set around her waist then her legs were moved apart.
“I’ve put your feet in the stirr
ups to support them,” he told her. “You can look in the mirror to see what I’m doing.”
Sure enough, there was a mirror on the ceiling above her. Holy crap.
“Now, let’s listen to your heartbeat first.” He grabbed a stethoscope from the shelves by the exam table. Then he placed it on her chest. She gasped at the cold feel. Her nipples grew hard.
“These are very hard, aren’t they?” he said, toying with one nipple as he moved the stethoscope around. “Tell me, does nipple play turn you on, young lady? Does it make your clit throb? Does your pussy grow wet when I do this?”
Shit. He didn’t really expect her to answer, did he?
“Young lady, when I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Your daddy told me that you’re a very good girl. But he also said that if you misbehave you will get a very sound spanking when he returns to pick you up.”
Her eyes widened. “Um, yes, Doctor. It turns me on.”
“Yes? What does it do to you?” He replaced the stethoscope on the shelves and then placed a little clip on the end of her forefinger. A familiar beep-beep-beep sound filled the room. For some reason, unease filled her.
But that was silly. It was just her heartbeat.