Kara shuffled along behind him, occasionally stopping to lean against the wall, but said nothing. He squeezed her hand reassuringly, then urged her inside the exam room.
“Please get on the scale for me.” Kaitlyn motioned for Kara to comply, but she shook her head, vehemently opposing the idea.
“No way. My weight hasn’t changed.” She sounded a little more adult than she had in the bedroom, but there wasn’t time to argue and she knew that.
“It’s standard. Please cooperate so we can help you feel better.” Kaitlyn changed her tone to sound more authoritative, but Kara wasn’t having it.
“You can clearly see from my chart—” Kara trailed off as Brody crossed his arms over his chest. She was sure he trusted her to read his face and know that if she didn’t do what she was told, he would spank her right there. “—that it’s been a year. Yup.” She climbed up onto the scale without another word.
Nurse Kaitlyn nodded her thanks, then made a note. “Okay, please get undressed and get into a gown. You can leave your bra and panties on, but everything else needs to come off.” She pointed behind a small privacy screen. “Usually I would leave, but we’re out of time so I’ll just wait here until you’re ready.”
Kara looked at the flimsy robe and opened her mouth, as if to argue, and Brody shot her another look. She glared right back but resigned herself to go behind the curtain. She yanked off her top and pants then got the flimsy gown on and stepped around the curtain. The gown fit her surprisingly well, and didn’t make her feel like all her bits were hanging out. She reached down to take off her shoes and fell to the floor.
“Oh, honey. Are you dizzy?” The nurse reached for her feet but Kara scooted herself backwards.
“I can do it myself.” Kara swallowed hard. She wanted the nurse to treat her like an adult, but she knew her actions kept screaming ‘little’. The nurse approached again and offered her hand but Kara had already made up her mind to do it herself. “Damn it! I’m fine!”
A huge bear of a man walked into the exam room and Kara shut her mouth. She didn’t know who he was but she had a bad feeling he was the doctor. He’d probably overheard her tantrum because he didn’t appear happy.
“Go finish with the files for today. I’ll get Kara’s vitals. If I need you, I’ll call you.” He touched her cheek, and the petite nurse smiled warmly up at him. She went up on her tiptoes, kissed his cheek, then turned to Kara.
“I hope you feel better. You’re in good hands.” Kaitlyn nodded to Brody then moved out of the room.
Kara had a terrible feeling about what was now about to happen. She had bratted off to the nice nurse, and now she was in trouble. She began to cry, something she normally didn’t do in public, and quickly covered her face with her hands.
“Kara? I’m Dr. Roberts. I’m sorry you’re not feeling well today, but we have to do a few things to see what’s wrong.” A large hand pulled her to get feet. To add to her embarrassment, he lifted her onto the exam table, as if she weighed nothing, and stepped back. He swiftly removed each of her sneakers and socks, then set them on the floor. “Can you please lie down and roll over on your tummy?”
“I’d rather not.” Kara watched him shake down a thermometer, a glass one like she remembered from her childhood, and his request pointed to an uncomfortable-sounding conclusion. “In fact, now I’m sure of it.”
“If you can’t turn on your side, then it’s going to be over my lap. After I take your temperature, I’ll let your daddy grab the paddle over there on the wall and teach your bottom a lesson—one which will remind you how important it is to listen, especially when we both want you to feel better.”
Kara choked back a sob. She couldn’t understand the words ‘over my lap’ along with the process of taking her temperature. Only little kids had it done that way!
“I don’t want to—” She wiped furiously at her cheeks.
The doctor took her chin in his hand and very slowly tilted it up until she could see his eyes. They were a warm mix of hazel and brown, and they appeared very concerned as they studied hers. “This is your last chance.”
“Can… can you please help me?” Kara bit down into her trembling lip, but to her surprise, he immediately nodded. It hadn’t been completely about her behavior, she realized. He wanted her to voice what she needed.
Dr. Roberts released his hold and helped her roll over, and she felt grateful for his help—even though she didn’t want any part of this exam.
Brody watched as he stood near the window, and she reached her hand out to him. “Will you come over here, please?”
“It’s okay,” Brody quickly responded and made his way to her side. He laced his fingers in hers and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Just relax.”
“It’s going to be cold and a little uncomfortable, but I promise it won’t hurt.” Dr. Roberts’ voice came from somewhere behind her, and she tried not to think about what he was about to do. “Lower your panties, please.”
Kara tugged them down over her hips with one hand, then rested her head on Brody’s arm. “I’m sorry.” She felt an icy gel tickle across her bottom hole. Then a slim rod, almost as cold, slipped inside. She groaned a little, but it didn’t hurt. She was more embarrassed than anything else.
“This is the most accurate way to obtain a temperature. Don’t you do it this way at home?” Dr. Roberts questioned Brody.
“Uh, well, to be honest, I never thought about it. Kara is old enough to keep a thermometer in her mouth,” Brody stated simply.
“I see. Well, make sure Kaitlyn gives you a gift basket on the way out. It’s for new patients, but since we haven’t seen Kara before, it counts. There’s quite a few things in there I’m sure you’ll find useful.” The doctor was carrying on a conversation with Brody as if he wasn’t holding a thermometer in her butt!
“We saw our doctors back in New York before we moved out here. Neither of us gets sick very often, but we should get better about physicals.” Brody nuzzled against her head. “Just another minute.”
“I don’t like it. It’s cold and feels weird.” Kara wiggled her hips impatiently.
Brody reached over and pressed his free hand down on her lower back. “You need to stay still. It’s almost over.”
Finally, Dr. Roberts removed the thermometer and read it. “You have a low grade fever. It’s just over one hundred and one. You can fix your panties and sit up slowly.”
Brody helped her get her panties back over her hips. She started to cry again as she struggled to sit up. “I’m sorry. I’m dizzy too and it’s bothering me.”
The doctor checked her blood pressure and pulse then looked into each ear.
“I was okay before. I mean, a little off, but not like this.”
“Your right ear is infected, so that must be what’s throwing your balance off. We’ll get you some antibiotics to clear it up. Your daddy also noted on your chart that your tummy is backed up?”
Ugh! Why did Brody do that?
Kara sniffled and brushed away a tear. “Yeah, I mean, not as much anymore. He, uh, gave me something to help.”
“Lie down again.” The doctor washed his hands and then returned to the table. “I’m going to press my hands all around your stomach. If something hurts, even a little, I want you to tell me.”
“Okay.” Kara let Brody move her up the table a little so she could give Dr. Roberts the access he needed.
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. His hands were surprisingly warm as they roamed in an odd pattern all over her belly. She realized he was poking at certain places, and though it wasn’t overly painful, it definitely was no picnic. “Ow! Oh, right there hurts.”
Dr. Roberts dropped his hands and straightened. “I’ll have Kaitlyn administer an enema to relieve some pressure, but I also want to check one other thing.” He focused above her head for a moment. “Has she ever had a rectal exam?”
“No, no, no!” Kara popped up into a sitting position, though her head protested the mov
ement. “No fucking way!” Brody set his hands on her shoulders but she bucked against him. “You’re not doing that! I’m still an adult and I can refuse any treatment or test I deem unnecessary.”
“If you are severely constipated, your bowels aren’t moving properly. If it’s been going on a while, there could be something more serious causing it.” Dr. Roberts sat down next to her. “I would never suggest an invasive procedure or exam unless I thought it was warranted.”
“You have really big fingers!” Kara blinked back tears. “I mean seriously!” The doctor smiled at her observation, and she realized it was something he probably heard all the time.
“Let’s get you cleaned out a bit first, then we can talk again.”
“I don’t want an enema either,” Kara pointed out, but she knew deep down it would help her. Part of her also knew, the part that kept pushing her back into a younger mindset by the minute, that he was right. Of course he wouldn’t suggest something without a good reason.
“I normally have a wheelchair, but one of my patients broke their foot last week and is borrowing it. Since you’ve become unsteady on your feet, I’m going to carry you to the other room, okay?” Dr. Roberts ignored her comment about the enema and stood up. Just how tall is he?
Kara glanced over at Brody, who nodded encouragingly. “Go ahead and let the doctor help you.”
“I, uh, really don’t like being picked up. I’m too heavy,” Kara said offhandedly, hoping the doctor would let it go.
Dr. Roberts chuckled. “Honey, I’m strong enough to lift you over my head and bench press you. I’m not going to, but I could do it without even thinking.”
Kara huffed. “Fine, break your—”
Brody interrupted her put down with just one word. “Kara.”
Why do I keep going all teen?
“Sorry, whatever. It’s your chiropractor bill.” Kara blinked innocent eyes at Brody, who crossed his arms over his chest. He seemed to be doing that a lot today.
“We all come in different shapes and sizes. I don’t like the negative comments I’m hearing about your body.” Dr. Roberts lifted her easily into his arms, and she looped one arm around his neck. “I’m just bringing Kara down the hall, then I’ll be back in to talk to you.” He nodded over her head to Brody and walked out of the exam room.
“Yeah, well, you and my daddy…” Kara frowned. What the hell was going on in her head? “I mean, my boyfriend say the same thing.”
“It’s okay to call him daddy here. Almost all of the patients I see slip into a younger mindset when they come in—whatever makes them feel comfortable.”
“I’m not comfortable at all. I feel like I keep switching back and forth, and it’s so confusing.”
“So, stop fighting it and just relax.” Dr. Roberts turned into a large room with another exam table. He set her down gently, then rested his hand on her shoulder. “Kaitlyn will be with you in a few minutes. I expect you to do what she tells you.”
“Yes, I will.” Kara didn’t like being on that table and knowing what was about to happen, but her stomach hurt so bad that at this point, she would let the nurse do whatever she needed. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
“Are you a daddy too?” Kara glanced away awkwardly, wondering why the hell she had asked him that. It wasn’t any of her business. Finally, she returned her eyes to him, not sure what else to say.
Dr. Roberts smiled warmly, as if knowing the sort of things running through her head. “Yes, I am actually. I moved the two of us here so we could run a family practice that catered to a community like Little Haven,” he released her shoulder. “I’m sure Kaitlyn would love to talk to you about it someday.”
“After she sticks a tube up my butt?” Kara flushed, now mortified at the words she had spoken out loud.
“I’ve made friends in odder ways,” Kaitlyn retorted as she poked her head into the room. “Honestly. I really have.”
For some reason her reply made Kara grin. “Seriously?”
“You tell Kara about the interesting situations you find yourself in. I’m going to go talk to her daddy.” The doctor smiled again at both of them and then left the room.
“Is he like your daddy even at the office?” Kara rolled onto her side, still trying not to think about the humiliating prospect of this woman becoming very familiar with her bottom, and sighed.
“Um, not really at the office so much.” Kaitlyn touched the waistband of her panties. “Can you take these off? Some of the water may drip and I don’t want to get them wet.”
Kara managed to hook a finger at the top and shimmied them down over her hips and off. She felt a bit odd in her current position but that was just the sort of day she was having.
“Try to relax. You’ll feel my finger first and then the tube. I promise it won’t hurt, but it does feel a little uncomfortable.”
“Do you, uh, do this a lot?” Kara gasped as the tube slid inside her. To the nurse’s credit, she’d made it ease in without any pain. Of course, it wasn’t an overall unpleasant feeling. It was just that Kara wasn’t used to having much back there.
“I love your tattoo!” Kaitlyn rested one hand just above it and Kara imagined her looking at the doves and flowers that stretched across her back. “Enemas? Yeah, sometimes. Some people get really embarrassed about stomach problems, but I wish they didn’t.”
“Um… oh.” Kara tried to think of something else to talk about. “What’s weirder way than this procedure to meet a friend?”
Kaitlyn laughed so hard she snorted, as if remembering one of those times. “Well, one time I was on a date with this guy and we were hiking in the forest. He wasn’t watching where he was sitting, and um… oh lord, it wasn’t funny at the time, but… he sat on a porcupine! So, the next several hours were spent with me bent over his behind and pulling out quills.”
“Do you mean Dr. Roberts?” Kara tried to imagine the look on his face and how embarrassed he must have been at the time.
Kaitlyn giggled and snorted again. “Wait, wait… yeah, but wait. I’m going to start the water now. It should feel nice and warm. Let me know if you get any cramps. Once all of the water is in, I have a tiny plug—” she moved one hand in front of Kara’s face to show her the tiny black object “—to hold the water in.”
It looked similar to her plugs at home. It couldn’t be that bad. “Okay.” Kara glanced over her shoulder. “Did Dr. Roberts really sit on a porcupine?”
“Oh my goodness! Yes, yes he did! From that day on he has checked and re-checked every time he sits down. Even in the office! I don’t blame him though. Those quills hurt like something wicked.”
“Do you um, do this age play thing? Or is it like role-play to you?” Kara fretted after she asked the questions. Maybe the nurse didn’t want to talk about it.
“So, we’ve role-played in the past, but when I’m little, it’s real. He’s treats me just like a daddy would take care of his girl. I’m getting the feeling that you go into a sort of teenage mindset, but I go younger.” Kaitlyn rubbed her back. “You’re doing great, honey.”
“Yes, I guess. It’s weird because I don’t usually go out in public and act this way. I’ll be at home in my room by myself. Even after we moved here, I don’t venture out, you know?” Kara shifted a little. The water felt okay but made her feel full.
“So, we’ve been here just over a year, right? If Joe didn’t encourage me to get out, I would stay locked inside too. I go to this spot, and I can’t really describe it, but in my head I feel like I’m around nine or ten. I don’t have to worry about anything but playing. It’s the most amazing way to relax.”
“But you’re also old enough to get your own food and not wear diapers.” Kara pulled her knees up towards her chest. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” she quickly added.
“Yup, you’re right about all of that. Now, we’re almost done. I’m going to take the tube out and put the plug in. Just breathe.”
She f
elt the nurse slowly remove the tube, then slide the black plug in. It didn’t feel any worse than anything else that had been up her bottom today.
“Thank you for helping me. I’m really sorry I gave you a hard time.”
“You’re welcome. But next time I expect you to be a little more respectful.” Kaitlyn walked around to the other side of the table. “This is going to feel really weird, but I promise it will help get everything out. I’m going to massage your tummy.”
“Oh gross!” Kara shook her head. “No, please don’t do that.”
Kaitlyn’s eyebrows shot to the top of her head. “With what I just did, you balk at me putting my hands on your belly?”
Kara couldn’t stop the tears that suddenly flooded down over her cheeks. She didn’t want Kaitlyn touching her fat.
“Please let me help you.”
Kara shook her head again, unable to explain what the problem was.
Kaitlyn frowned, then did something Kara would never forget. She took her scrub top off and turned around. To Kara’s shock she saw terrible looking scars along the top of her shoulders. They looked like blisters that never popped and were raised and shiny. She had a few deeper lines zigzagging down to cross the middle of her back and some even further down. Kara reached up to run her hand along the edge of one. She yanked her fingers back, as if aware that she had just done the thing that she didn’t want Kaitlyn doing to her.
“It’s okay. I’m not ashamed of them anymore.” Kaitlyn turned around to show her more around her collarbone and down. “The experiences I lived through to have these on my body were terrible. For many, many years I hated my body. I covered it up with high shirts and never wore a tank top or a bathing suit. I was embarrassed instead of being angry at the monster who did this to me.”
“I’m so sorry you went through that.” Kara watched the pretty nurse put her top back on and nodded when she hovered her hands just above her stomach. “I have stretch marks, but I helped put them there.”
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