Now what’s happening in her tummy is one of those Bad Things. Dirk can’t take her on their planned pony ride while she’s so uncomfortable, so off to Dr. Busby’s clinic they go. An enema should fix her right up, the doctor declares, and that’s what Missy gets.
After her treatment, Missy’s empty, fresh, and clean. Perfect for Dirk and the doctor to teach her a new way to be filled.
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“You disobeyed your Daddy. Three times. That was wrong and naughty.” Daddy looked about two feet taller than his six feet two.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I really hate the prune juice.” Another tear slide down beside my nose.
“Do you see why Daddy makes the decisions? You chose not to do what your Daddy told you, and now your tummy hurts.” He opened the medicine cabinet over the sink, looking for something that I probably wouldn’t like. He hunted all three shelves and closed the mirrored door without selecting anything. “If we had a suppository here, I would put that in your bottom, and that would make you poop. But we don’t.”
Whoever used the suppository he expected to find was probably in trouble. At least I wasn’t the only one.
He sat back on the edge of the tub and took my chin in his big hand. “Missy, you were naughty, and caused yourself this problem. We’ll save your punishment for later because your tummy is punishing you already. We can’t fix it here. You’ve been sitting and straining for fifteen minutes and not even one little poop. We’re going to have to visit Dr. Busby.”
I sniffled. Dr. Busby had entire cabinets of things that scared me. He was the dairy’s doctor and had an office on site, disguised as another outbuilding. He was really good at helping the auntie dairy maids get their milk, and at curing them if they got sick, but I was afraid of him. He always looked at me like there was some treatment he wanted to try and was only waiting for Daddy to agree. And now I had to go see him, and he’d want to take my diaper off and look at my butt, and Daddy would give him permission to do whatever he thought I needed. It would be lots worse than prune juice, I just knew it. “Do we have to, Daddy?”
“Yes, you do.” Daddy would normally add a swat or two for backchat, but the tears that rolled down my cheeks kept his voice soft. “We’ll put your diaper on for the walk.”
I let him wipe me without protest, the soft paper against my pussy not bringing any nice feelings, and there was nothing on my bottom to stain the tissue. Daddy brought the diaper up between my legs and fastened the tabs. “You won’t need anything else but shoes.”
“No dress, Daddy?” I crossed my arms across my chest. I don’t have much in the way of boobies, just enough to fill a double-A cup. When I was allowed to wear a bra. Auntie Patti took away my bras when I got here, and locked them up. A little doesn’t need them, she said, and I was a little while I was here.
“No dress.” Daddy found my pink jelly shoes. “Just these.”
“No T shirt?” I wouldn’t whine for shorts—my diaper would have to be my defense for my lower body and that was good enough when I risked getting paraded topless across the wide green lawn and down the path to the clinic. My nipples stiffened under my palms.
“No T shirt.” Daddy decreed, and held out each shoe for me to stick my feet in. “You don’t need it.”
“But the men will look at me.” I clutched my boobies even more protectively.
“If they can tear their eyes away from your aunties.” Daddy held out his hand. “We’re going. You don’t need more than you’re wearing, and if you don’t like it, you’ll think twice about disobeying me next time, won’t you?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” I hung my head. Maybe he’d relent?
“Sorry doesn’t get the cows milked, Missy.” He peeled my hand from my breast. My big pink nipple was completely hard now, a post in the middle of my tiny titty. “Or the dairy maids either. Now come along.”
If I didn’t follow, he’d drag me.
My belly hurt, rolling with cramps, which made it hard to walk. Trying to cover both of my breasts with one arm made it even harder. Daddy tugged my hand and didn’t look back to see if I followed willingly—I was going to Dr. Busby’s office whether I liked it or not.
Maybe I could solve the getting looked at problem and the walking problem, and show I was being a good, cooperative girl all at the same time. He’s a big man, over six feet tall, and strong from the farm work. I come to his breastbone at best and can’t get soaked enough to weigh a hundred pounds. “Carry me, Daddy?”
He stopped and looked down from his formidable height at me. I shrank down. “Please?”
“You. Will. Walk.” When Dirk Manley made a pronouncement like that, a blistered bottom was the best I could hope for if I pushed. “Quietly. I am at the end of my patience. Do you understand?”
I understood all right. My lack of clothing was a punishment, and walking to the clinic while I was nearly naked and cramping was a punishment, and if walking made me go poop at last, soiling my diaper would bring a punishment. And I could have avoided it all with three quick swallows at breakfast. “Yes, Daddy.” I stumbled along after him, scurrying as best I could.
He led me down the path to the clinic, past dairy maids and guests playing croquet on the wide green lawn, past a dairy maid with two full bottles on her way to the milk house, past a guest suckling at one of my aunties while she perched on a split rail fence. I tried not to meet anyone’s eye, and didn’t want to see how they might look at me. I felt plenty sorry for myself, and any pity they had for me wouldn’t change a thing.
Daddy swung open the door to the clinic and ushered me through. At least he let go of my hand so I had one for each bare titty. I stared at the tile floor.
Dr. Busby escorted one of my auntie dairy maids out of the exam room. “Your next treatment is tomorrow, Jordyn. I’ll see you then.”
“Certainly, ten sharp.” Then she saw me—and now I had her hugging me into her huge breasts. “Aw, Missy, what’s the matter?”
Probably every man on the farm wanted his face where mine was, but I just couldn’t breathe. I struggled to get loose. It was hard when I needed one arm to cover my titties and the other to press against my roiling middle.
“Hello, Buzz.” Daddy greeted the doctor like a friend. “My little girl is constipated.”
“Oh dear. You be a good girl and he’ll fix you right up.” Auntie Jordyn kissed the top of my head and left quickly. At least she quit smothering me in her breasts.
“Is that so?” Dr. Busby is almost as tall as my Daddy, and he’s quite handsome when I’m not seeing him in the clinic. Here, he was a voice in a white coat, because I was afraid to look up as far as his face. “Come into the exam room, little Missy, and we’ll see what we can do to make you all better.”
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