“It’s time for a check-up,” Zac told her with a smile.
Marly shook her head frantically. “No, please, Daddy, I don’t wanna.” Her lower lip trembled. She hated her monthly check-ups, they were humiliating and sometimes painful, especially when she rebelled and got a spanking as punishment, which often happened.
Her check-ups, as Zac called them, were never on a set day. Her men knew she hated them and they didn’t want her worrying and fretting over them. Instead they sprung a check-up on her once a month, varying the days.
“No fussing, baby girl,” Zac warned her. “You know you it won’t make any difference. Now, are you wet?”
Marly whimpered as he stood and pulled back the covers, reaching one hand down to search in her diaper.
“Yep, that’s one wet diaper,” he said cheerfully
Adam
walked in with a full bottle of formula just as Zac was slipping a changing mat under her bottom.
“Here you go, sweetie,” Adam said as he sat on the bed and held the bottle up to her lips. Marly shook her head, refusing to take it, knowing he’d slipped something in it to make her urinate. She always received a drink with a diuretic in it before her check-ups.
“Marly,” Adam warned. “You already have your punishment spanking due; you don’t want extras, do you?”
Marly shook her head but kept her mouth stubbornly closed. There was no way she was having that drink.
Zac slipped the wet diaper off her bottom. He folded it up and went to the bathroom to dispose of it.
Marly looked up at Adam who stared down at her sternly. “Marly.” She knew that tone, knew she was in trouble and her eyes welled with tears.
“Just take the bottle, baby,” Adam said almost gently.
She shook her head, her lips tightly closed, she just couldn’t.
“Put her over your knee and we’ll take her temperature, then she can have her bottle,” Zac said.
“No, Daddy, no,” she moaned softly but didn’t try to fight Adam as he picked her up, placing her over his lap. Her legs were trapped between his, while her upper body rested on the bed.
She felt his hands part her butt cheeks before the lubricated thermometer was pushed firmly inside her. Then her bottom cheeks were pushed together to hold the thermometer inside.
Marly knew it was probably only five minutes but it felt like forever before the thermometer was pulled out. The thermometer wasn’t big enough to be painful but it was humiliating to lie there with it sticking out of her bottom as her two men looked on.
“Slightly warm,” Adam declared and she let out a sob at that. Any hint of her running a temperature meant her men would be taking her temperature regularly for the next week.
“Ready to drink that bottle, baby?” Zac asked her.
“No,” she said grumpily. She was so put out by having to have her temperature taken that she didn’t notice the stern note in Zac’s voice. She should have taken note, though, as she soon found her bottom cheeks parted once again, before something hard and small was smacked against her asshole.
The pain was intense and immediate and she let out a screech of shock. She knew what was punishing her so nastily; it was a thin strap that Zac had found in an adult store. He’d been delighted to find a thin strap that was the perfect size for punishing naughty bottom holes.
“Don’t, please don’t,” she begged, trying desperately to wriggle free. Smack, smack, smack. The small implement landed over and over against her tender bottom hole. “I’ll take the bottle; I’ll take it, please, Daddy.”
Zac stopped and she relaxed, sobbing in pain and relief.
“Not quite yet, baby. I want to make sure this bottom is thoroughly warmed then you can have your bottle,” Zac told her.
She sobbed louder. Adam held open her right bottom cheek, easily keeping her in place with his free hand as Zac smacked the strap down over and over on the inside of her bottom. Then her left side was given the same treatment. When Zac finally stopped it felt as though the inside of her bottom had been set alight. Adam rolled her over so she was resting on his lap, her bottom hanging in the air. She was crying so hard she could barely take the nipple of the bottle into her mouth.
But she sucked the water down, not wanting to risk further punishment. Adam held her close, holding the bottle to her mouth and murmuring to her softly, encouraging her.
When she was finished he pulled the bottle away and hugged her tight. “Good girl.”
Picking her up in his arms, Adam carried her into the large bathroom, lying her face down over the padded bench Zac had made. Her legs were pulled apart, her ankles tied to the legs of the bench. Her arms were tied at the other end.