Chapter Nineteen
“It’s time to get you ready for your school physical, darling.”
Oh, right. That was today. Saturday. She’d been looking forward to it since Gideon had arranged the appointment and now it was finally here.
She had forgotten because they’d fucked when she’d first arrived, had lunch, and then he’d finger-banged her to another orgasm before jacking off while kneeling over her and finally releasing hot ropes of come all over her belly. Gideon scrambled her brain in the very best ways.
There was a light spank on her bottom and she blinked her gaze to his.
“I know you’re old enough to take a shower yourself, but Daddy’s going to give you a bath. I want to make sure you’re squeaky clean for the doctor.”
Yes, the doctor. Plum had heard tell of the littles doctor—a Doctor Eric. She’d had wild amounts of envy for the people who had gotten to visit him but she’d shied away from making her own appointment because she wanted a caregiver to be there with her and she’d never had one she felt close enough with to ask.
Getting a very thorough, extremely kinky medical examination was a fantasy she’d had for a long time and she didn’t want to ruin it by having a subpar experience. Not that Doctor Eric was likely to disappoint from what she’d heard.
Gideon did indeed give her a very thorough scrubbing in the tub, and managed not to get the clothes he’d put on after his own brief shower wet.
It was funny to see Gideon in street clothes. He was always handsome as all hell but something about his black shirts and slacks with that white tab on his collar made him extra delicious. Probably something about her being an enormous perv and lusting after a priest being kinda taboo.
He wasn’t going to be her priest today, though. He was her daddy so it made sense he would’ve donned a pair of flat front khakis and a button-up shirt he’d meticulously rolled the sleeves of to right above his elbows.
After her bath, he dressed her in white cotton panties but no bra, navy blue knee socks and an indecently short black watch plaid school girls kilt, and a sweater so tight it clung to the curves of her breasts and made her hard nipples downright obscene. Yeah, she was going to be painfully aroused and soaked between her legs before they even got to the doctor’s office.
Especially when he parted her hair down the center and made two high pigtails before plaiting them into braids and tying ribbons on the ends after wrapping hair elastics around them so they wouldn’t come undone.
He didn’t allow her any makeup because it was “indecent” for girls her age to wear cosmetics, but he did slip a silver chain with a small cross on it around her neck, and inserted little cross earrings into her pierced ears. The last touch was a pair of the shiniest black patent leather Mary Janes she’d ever seen that he buckled onto her feet.
“There we are,” he said, getting to his feet from where he’d knelt in front of her. “There’s my good girl all ready to go get her check-up. You’re going to be a good girl for Doctor Eric, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, digging her toe into the carpet and then sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.
“I mean it, Plum. You are to be completely obedient and follow all of Doctor Eric’s instructions to the letter. If you’re not, or if any of that foul language you’ve been learning from your school friends comes out of your mouth, I won’t hesitate to take you over my knee and spank your backside. Are we understood, young lady?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she murmured, feeling her face flame at the idea of Gideon spanking her in front of other people. Which was silly because she’d been spanked in front of other people a million times at Savage. But somehow she’d sunk so deeply into her middle self that she felt the mortified burn that comes from being a self-conscious teenager bewildered by the changes their body was going through and, God forbid, having people see.
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His little plum blossom was fidgety in the car, and it was charming. She’d been excited about seeing Doctor Eric so it was likely the result of buzzy anticipation and not any real worry, but he’d check to make sure since although he had come to know her quite well—in the biblical sense but in other ways as well—he wasn’t a mind reader.
He squeezed her thigh and she turned to him from looking out the window, her braids whipping around her face as she did. Cutest little thing. He’d deck her out as a schoolgirl all the time if he had his way.
“You okay, darling? You’re wiggly like an inch worm.”
“I’m fine, Daddy.”
“Are you nervous about going to the doctor?” he prodded.
“Mmm, only a little. More excited. But you know how sometimes when you’ve been excited about something for a long time in your imagination and then you get to do it for real it’s kinda scary because what if it’s not as good as you’d dreamed?”
He nodded.
“Yeah, that.”
Gideon stroked her bare thigh, running his fingertips along the petal-soft inside and all the way up to her cotton panties. He loved the little shiver that ran through her and the way she spread her legs wider for him to play with her as he wished. Not too much though or he’d run them off the road.
“I’m not sure if this will make you any less nervous because it’s intensely personal and different for everyone, but I know several little girls who have enjoyed appointments with Doctor Eric immensely. I believe, actually, that Saoirse has a standing monthly appointment.”
“Really?”