Chapter Twenty-Six
She still wasn’t thrilled about getting an enema but anything had to be better than Mr. Fox’s disapproval. That felt the worst of anything ever. Worse than when Wade used to slap her face or kick her. Worse than when her mom would scream at her or throw things. Even if this was uncomfortable, it would be easier to take than other things that hurt because she would know Dr. Eric wasn’t trying to hurt her, he was trying to make her feel better.
“Twyla, when’s the last time you had a pelvic exam?”
Her face burned again. “I, um…never.”
A line appeared between Dr. Eric’s brows. “Are you sexually active?”
She thought it was pretty clear from what Mr. Fox had said earlier that yeah, she was, although he hadn’t actually fucked her yet. Not in her pussy or her ass, anyway. He’d started training her to give him a blowjob the way he liked and that included some what felt like face-fucking. But wow, did Dr. Eric not need to know that. And she’d definitely had sex with boys before.
“Yes?”
“Then you really should be having one every year. Sexual health is very important.”
“Maybe next time? I don’t want to keep you any later.”
Dr. Eric chuckled and tapped her on the tip of her nose. “I appreciate you being considerate, but I think this is more about you being nervous. We’ll just get this over with now and then you won’t have to come see me for a check-up for a whole year.”
Twyla shifted her hips on the exam table and looked to Mr. Fox over Dr. Eric’s shoulder where he’d moved.
“Um, okay.”
“Good girl. Let’s do that first. Lie back now, please.”
She didn’t dare not comply and definitely didn’t want that yucky feeling again so she did what she was told.
Once on her back, Dr. Eric pulled her gown down and she gasped when her breasts were exposed. Her hands flew up to cover herself but she froze when Mr. Fox tsked at her.
“Hands to your sides, little girl.”
“We’re going to start with a breast exam. Do you do these yourself?”
Twyla shook her head and looked at the ceiling as Dr. Eric’s warm fingers started making a circle around one of her breasts, pressing gently until he reached her nipple. She was squirming by the time he did.
Not that it felt as though he was trying to do anything sexual to her, but…she didn’t understand why she felt like she was getting wet between her legs. Then again, she got wet all kinds of times she didn’t understand why like when her daddy gave her bottles and pressed his fingers into her bottom. Spanked her backside and sometimes her pussy. Wet, wet, she was always getting wet.
“You should do one every month,” he admonished her, and worked his way around her other breast before grasping both her nipples which had puckered at his touch, and pinched them before rolling them between his fingers. “Any discharge from your nipples?”
“No.” Twyla squeezed her hands into fists by her sides and looked at the ceiling, hoping Dr. Eric didn’t realize she was getting aroused. She wasn’t supposed to get turned on by this.
“Good.”
He released her nipples, and not a moment too soon because she’d been about to lick her lips.
“Now be a good girl and scoot your bottom down to the end of the exam table.”
Dr. Eric extended those horrible stirrups from the foot of the table and she squeaked. She couldn’t decide if she was more nervous that it would hurt or that she’d like it. Likethat. Would Mr. Fox be mad if she did? She didn’t think so; she truly wouldn’t be able to help it. Yes, she thought Dr. Eric was handsome, but she loved her daddy and would never—
“Be a good girl and do as Dr. Eric says, please, Twyla.”
Her daddy’s voice never failed to get her attention, and so despite her feeling all twisted up, she did as she’d been told, sliding down to the edge of the table. And, oh god, she still had her diaper on and he was going to see it. He was going to have to take it off her.
“That’s a good girl. Now let’s get your feet into these stirrups and we’ll take a look.”
She nearly died as Dr. Eric lifted her heels and placed them gently into the little plastic cradles. She could’ve come back as a ghost when he fastened straps just above her ankles and below her knees.
Mr. Fox had restrained her some—in her high chair, in a swaddle for nap time, on the changing table, and sometimes just with rope or silk ties in bed—and she’d found it…educational. Yep, educational about the ways he could rev her arousal until she’d be begging him to make her come. Which he always did.