by Rachel Burns
“Amelia slipped on the ice and cut her leg. She isn’t being a very good patient for us. Perhaps you could talk some sense into her. She won’t even show me the wound.” She held out the phone to me and gave me a triumphant smile.
I took the phone from her. “Daddy, I need you.”
“I’m on the way, sweetheart. I’ll be there as fast as I can.” He hung up, and I held the phone out to the headmistress. I covered up my leg again.
“What did he say?” the nurse asked.
“He’s on the way.” I said it a normal tone, but inside I was screaming, huh!
We all just sat there for 45 minutes and waited for him.
Daddy came running in with his bag. He took off his coat and sat down and moved my hands so he could see what had happened. “This cut is very deep, sweetheart. It’s good that you called me. I’ll make it all better.”
Just hearing those words made me relax.
Daddy disinfected the wound and other cuts and scraps. He had to close it up with five stitches. I tried to be really good and sit still and not cry.
Daddy talked to me the entire time. He told me that they didn’t want to let him in. He had to insist that there was a medical emergency and prove that he was a doctor.
Daddy continued on with his soft tones. He said that they just recognized drivers. I was really sleepy when he finished.
He picked me up in his arms. “She needs to keep her leg elevated. I’ll take her home with me now. She won’t be in tomorrow either. I have to keep her at home and make sure it doesn’t get infected. It really was the right thing to call me. Feel free to do that anytime something is wrong with her. I’ll always come.” He looked so serious as he held me in his arms.
The headmistress just nodded and picked up his bag and his coat. She followed us out to the car.
Daddy carefully set me down in the passenger’s seat. He took his coat from the headmistress and covered me up.
He thanked her and asked her to call down to security and let them know that he wasn’t kidnapping me. Daddy gave her a very charming smile.
Once he was in the car, I thanked him again.
“Hey, don’t be ridiculous. If you need me, I’ll always come, always. Plus I had to expect something like this. It’s almost that time of the month. I think we can skip your maintenance spanking this month.”
“Daddy really, don’t talk about things like that.” I blushed red.
He laughed again.
“Normal people don’t talk about those things,” I muttered under my breath.
“Well, doctors do. If you were ever sick and didn’t get your period, it would be a big deal.” He laughed at me, while I continued to shake my head at him.
Daddy drove me home and carried me up to my room. He carefully undressed me and put a pajama on over my head. When I was dressed and ready for bed, he picked me up and carried me to my bed.
Daddy grabbed a book from the shelf before he lay down next to me in my bed. He read it to me until I fell asleep.
“My Daddy,” I sleepily said, cuddling up next to him even more.
He’d come when I needed him. I liked that.
I thought about the sound of his feet as he ran to the nurse’s office. He took very good care of me.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Never forget that.”
Chapter 13 – Just Daddy
Brian had noticed that Amelia didn’t like strangers. She’d been to his office again so he could look at her leg. She didn’t talk to anyone any more than necessary.
His nurses thought that she was cold. He’d overheard them talking about her. They also thought that she was too young for him.
Brian had been debating whether or not he should step forward and say something when the nurse who had caught them while he spanked Amelia, piped up, saying that she knew that Amelia was just shy, and that she was especially nice.
She told them that she’d seen the two of them hand in hand. She told them that what they had was real love.
That was the truth. Amelia was very shy. She didn’t want to be with anyone but her little friends from school, Nanny and, thankfully, him.
Brian was pleased that she leaned on him so much.
Another problem was that the daddies had decided that all the little girls should have medical checks at school, thus saving their husband the tedious task of finding one who would understand the kind of lives that they led.
A lady gynecologist had been found, one who understood. Brian would check on the girl’s general health and give vaccinations as needed. He felt that the girls should have, and deserved the best medical care. He’d do his part, but would Amelia?
Brian worried that she’d get sick and bulk at being examined by someone other than him. She sure had when she cut her leg. Nanny shared that worry. Both had a feeling that this would backfire.
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We all lined up. I had to wonder why I also had to. Daddy made sure that I had all of my shots a while back. Things like that were very important to him. Nonetheless, he was here at school today vaccinating away.
The line moved ahead slowly. The further up it moved the better I could see what was going on.
The other girls were talking to each other or to their nannies. I wasn’t sure where mine was. I’d seen her before we’d lined up but not since then.
The teacher told me to go last. The line had gone by classes. First mine, then the others. I was behind what I considered to be the dumb class.
I wondered what Daddy would think of the other girls. Somehow, I wasn’t worried that he’d take an interest in another girl. He was good at making me feel that I was the only one for him. But I knew that some of the other girls liked him too much. I worried that they were hitting on him right now. How did he deal with something like that?
I’d bet even some of the mothers who brought their kids in to see him hit on him, too.
He was too good looking. He smiled at them and talked so softly and handed out lollipops. What more could a girl want?
I figured I wouldn’t get a shot or a lollipop, for that matter. He was strict with sweets, when it came to me.
I noticed that the line divided up two ways at the front. That was odd. Did Daddy have a helper with him today? It was clear that I’d refuse to go to anyone else. I’d proven that recently when I cut my leg.
Daddy said it would leave a scar, but that it didn’t matter because it was so low on my leg that my socks would cover it up.
I’d asked if it bugged him, if it made me less attractive. He’d laughed, saying that it would always remind him about the tantrum I’d thrown because I’d wanted him. He’d liked that.
The line moved ahead slowly. Now there were just four girls ahead of me. I saw Daddy in his white coat come out of one room and move into the next one. He closed the door behind him. He came back out five minutes later and got the next girl from the line. She was crying. He gently walked her over to the other room. Everyone in line was quiet watching.
He stayed in there for over ten minutes before he came back out and called the next girl forward.
Whispering started then. I remained quiet. One nanny grabbed her girl by the ear and pulled her over to a chair and went at her.
I didn’t really know these girls. I only had choir with them, but I did know that she was prone to saying mean things about others.
A hand slid through my arm. Nanny was back from wherever she’d been. She turned me away from the girl and her nanny. The girl was really putting up a fuss and swearing even. Her nanny spanked and lectured on. The girl screamed at the top of her lungs.
Daddy came out to get the next girl. He looked over at the one getting a spanking and shook his head. The girl in front of me stood up straighter, probably in the hopes of making a better impression.
“Nanny feels so lucky to have gotten you,” she whispered in my ear. She looked over at the woman spanking.
I’d bet good money that she was thinking that she could have done that better.
I was on my absolute best behavior. If she’d have to prove it, then it would be on me not on the girl being spanked at the moment.
The girl finally settled down and let her nanny finish just in time to go in to see Daddy. He held the door open for them and shrugged at the girl’s nanny. We heard a couple more smacks from inside. I looked at Nanny who didn’t seem to be fazed by that at all.
The girl in front of me and her Nanny went into the other room. The school nurse called them in. Again I looked at Nanny, who was avoiding my eye.
“I just want to go to Daddy, no one else,” I whispered to her.
She nodded. “Your Daddy will be there.”
I wondered what she meant by ‘be there’. They were up to something. I told myself that as long as they didn’t pull out a CPR doll, I’d be okay. I really hated dolls.
We waited a long time, and then I saw the girls trading places. The one that had gone to the nurse now went to Daddy and reverse.
I looked at Nanny who was staring straight ahead. I figured she wouldn’t tell me the truth anyway. She wouldn’t lie, but she’d hedge.
Daddy came out and smiled at me. “Come here, sweetheart.” He held out his hand to me. I nervously took it and followed him in.
Daddy had set up house in this little room. He had lots of his doctor things lying around.
He started by taking my blood pressure. Daddy wrote down the results, and then he listened to my heart. He told me to cough but never anything more. He usually babbled at me when he was playing doctor. I could smell a rat.
He asked me questions just like I was any other patient he even asked Nanny if she had anything that she wanted to say or ask.
Nanny asked him about vitamins.
He shook his head I ate just fine and always a good variety.
I could tell that Nanny was grasping at straws. They were trying to buy time.
“Exercise?” Nanny asked.
Daddy actually thought about that.
We didn’t have gym class here. My day consisted of going to school and sitting at a desk and then going home and sitting at a desk until suppertime.
The only sport I ever got was with him in bed.
He looked at me like he was considering it, and then he gave me a very parental ‘we’ll see’.
Daddy looked at his watch before he got up. He went out the door and came back again. “Amelia, sweetheart, come here.” He was holding out his hand again.
I reluctantly got up and went to his hand. He pulled me next door. My mouth dropped. A gynecologist’s table was in there.
I tried to back out the way I’d come in, but Daddy was still holding onto my hand.
“No, thank you.”
“Have we got another shy one?” It was a lady doctor. She smiled at me nice enough, but I was scared.
I remembered that last time I’d been to see one. I had to throw up.
“This is my wife Amelia. Amelia, say hello.” He introduced me as his wife, but he was talking to me like I was an eight year old. I’ll admit that I was acting like a two year old.
I finally found my voice to say hello.
The doctor smiled at me again. “Amelia, will you be so kind as to remove your underpants and then sit down here?” She patted the bench, table thing lovingly.
I looked back and forth from Nanny to Daddy. “She asked, right? It was a question. I can say no, can’t I?”
Nanny shook her head and Daddy’s shoulders were shaking from laughter, but he still held onto my hand.
“Amelia, tests like this are important, and they need to be done once a year.” He’d pulled himself together, and now he sounded very doctorly.
I sighed relieved, “It hasn’t been a year, yet.”
“I realize that, but I want you to be on the same schedule as the other girls. This is more convenient.”
My face sank. The wheels were turning in my head. How could I get out of this? “But Daddy, I threw up the last time.”
“Good to know. Thanks for the warning.” The lady doctor got out one of those funny shaped cardboard bowls. She hadn’t been at all surprised that I called him Daddy.
“Daddy, what do I have to say to get out of this?” I turned to him in my desperation.
He now had both of my hands.
In the back of my mind, I wondered what Nanny was thinking. She wouldn’t put up with my nonsense much longer. But Daddy was here and he was in charge at the moment. He had the say.
He was laughing at me again. I was biting on my lips, thinking hard.
“Amelia, now.”
I nodded and let go of his hands. I turned away from him and removed my underwear and folded it, just like last time. I had tears forming in my eyes so I avoided everyone else’s. I went over to the table and sat down.
Nanny grabbed on to my hand, and Daddy stood next to the doctor. I looked out of the window and tried not to cry. I even told myself not to be a baby, but this just wasn’t something I was comfortable with.
I let what would happen happen.
Daddy talked doctor stuff to the other doctor that I couldn’t understand anyway. He answered her questions about my last period and all the other personal questions.
She then wanted me to remove my blouse so she could check my breasts for lumps.
Daddy was telling her that he thought that I was lump free.
The heat in my face was a real burn.
Nanny sat me up, and my stomach hurt. She removed my sweater and then unbuttoned my blouse and took that off too. She had my bra off before the first teardrops fell.
It was so cold in here. You’d think that if they were going to force a person to get naked that they would at least keep the room warm.
The lady then grabbed roughly on to my left breast and checked it, then she checked the other one, and then she had me lie down so she could do it again. This time I had to lay my arm over my head. I hated this. A strange woman was touching my breasts. Bells and whistles were going off in my head, telling me that this was so wrong. My mind was telling me that this was perfectly normal. Breast cancer awareness was something that a person heard a lot about.
I had to wonder if Daddy thought this was attractive. I peeked over at him for a second. He wasn’t looking at me. His eyes were on the doctor’s face, and he looked worried. I peeked back again.
“Everything seems just fine,” the doctor said.
Daddy sighed relieved.
Nanny had me sitting up. She was dressing me again.
Daddy looked so pleased again. He picked up my sweater, and then he slid it over my head careful not to mess up my hair. He asked a couple more questions, and then he smiled at me. “It’s all over, sweetheart. You were so brave.”
I peeked at Nanny to see if she’d say the same thing. She was also smiling at me. She held out a tissue.
I took it and wiped my eyes.
Daddy was rubbing my arm. He helped me to my feet, and Nanny handed me my underwear. I quickly put it on.
Nanny took me out of the room. I looked at the other girls who were still gathered out there with their lollipops. My hand came up, and I ran to the nearest bathroom. I threw up, just like last time. I heard Nanny at the sink. She was wetting paper towels to lie on my forehead.
She came into my stall and sighed loudly. “Must you sit on the dirty floor to do that?”
Her words gave me the inspiration that I needed to throw up again.
“I’ll go get your Daddy.”
I was shaking as I did when I was sick.
I didn’t have to wait long to hear his shoes on the floor. He was behind me rubbing my back. “It’s okay sweetheart. Daddy is here. You were so brave, my good girl.”
I heard Nanny at the door asking a girl to use some other bathroom. I wasn’t making myself very popular.
Daddy helped me to my feet. He smiled at me as I cried. I got a feeling that he liked that I’d only let him touch me that way.
“I’m sorry,” I sniffled.
He
laughed at that. “I expected something like this.”
I looked at him surprised. “But that means that it will never get better, and once a year.” My hand came up to cover my mouth again.
Daddy was breathing very exaggerated. I breathed along with him until I felt my stomach relax a bit.
“You’ll get used to it. I bet that next year you won’t even throw up anymore. You’re just very innocent yet, and you should be. You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re just a daddy’s girl. Your brain tells your body that something isn’t right, and your body reacts.”
He leaned in to make sure that only I could hear him. “Your brain tells your body that it’s okay when I touch you. I like that.” He grinned at me. “You’re just for me, and your body knows it.”
“I wish my body understood exceptions. I still don’t feel well, Daddy.” I was crying, but this time I was crying because my body was still so young and innocent, and because it thought I was a little girl, just like he wanted me to be.
Had I sent out some signal that day in my father’s office that let him know that I was as off my rocker as he was?
He held me until I stopped crying. He wiped my face clean, and I was completely embarrassed. Why was I always playing into their hands like that?
Nanny came back in with my toothbrush and toothpaste.
“I figured,” she said giving Daddy my things. She shrugged her shoulder and left us alone again.
Daddy put the toothpaste on my toothbrush. Then he watched me brush my teeth. He kept repeating that I should brush in circles and not bite the toothbrush.
This was an everyday part of our routine. I brushed in circles a couple of times, and then I went back to my normal back, forth and bite routine.
He washed his hands and looked at himself in the mirror. This really felt like we were just at home in the bathroom together. It surprised me that he was always so relaxed with me, even here at school in the girls’ bathroom.
Nanny came back in and took my things. She sent me on my way then. I still had the paper towel in my hand. I turned around to throw it away, but then I heard them talking.
“I figured that would happen again. She just isn’t used to anyone touching her at all,” Nanny said.