Accepting His Ways (Quinlan O'Connor Book 2) (8 page)

But he didn’t. Instead, his face relaxed and he said, “It’s okay honey, we have to undress, but I think that if you want to, we can step behind this screen again to change. Is that right, Dr. Taylor?”

Dr. Taylor nodded his dark head as he stood back up. “Oh, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Her hold softened a little and Quinn nodded at Carter.

“Okay, then let’s go behind the screen and change. Daddy will go with you.”

Putting his arm around her, he guided her behind the screen. When she reappeared propelled by Daddy, she was dressed in the pink teddy bear decorated examination gown and nothing else.

“See how beautiful my
beag amháin
is, doctor?”

“Oh yes, she’s so pretty. I’m glad I chose that one for today.”

Cheyenne was still exhibiting signs of being shy, as a well-protected young child would be and Dr. Taylor used the softness to his advantage. He patted the examination table and spoke in a playful tone.

“Hop up here, cutie, this is your highness’ seat.” He continued when she took a step back into her protector, in hesitation, “Shall I lift you up or do you want Daddy to?”

After a few seconds, she straightened and said proudly, “I’m a big girl, I can climb up myself.”

“You can? Well, is Daddy okay with that? It’s rather high for a little girl to climb onto.”

Cheyenne sent a pleading look to Quinn that brought a quick smile in answer.

“You can try, but if you find it’s too hard, I’m going to help you up. Deal?”

She nodded her head, showing great confidence that no help would be necessary. She let go of his hand and climbed when she felt a stinging slap to her bottom. Her hand flew back, and her eyes grew large. She swiftly turned around, almost losing her balance. She gave her daddy an angry look.

“When you answer me what is the rule,
beag amháin?
”

“Oh, Daddy, you almost made me fall!” His response was a distinctive lift of the eyebrows. “Sorry, Daddy. I have to look at you and use my words. You might not know what I mean otherwise.”

Daddy smiled slightly and nodded. “Good girl. Now you may try again.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” And try she did. She lifted her leg to the side and slowly crawled onto the stand not remembering any exam table as being that tall in real life. Her knee kept catching on the gown that was just long enough to be a bother. That thinking pulled her out of the scene, scaring her. She was embarrassed and confused, feeling as though she were alone. And stupid. A grown woman scrambling to get on the exam table in front of two grown men just as though she was a child was unnatural. It took her completely out of her persona.

“Dammit. This gown is getting in my way and who the hell made this table so far off the ground?”

Before she pulled herself out of the scene any further, sabotaging all their hard work, another slap landed on her bottom, harder than the first.

“Oh! Quinn, what…”

“Daddy, and you’re in big trouble, little girl. You have a potty mouth, and that isn’t allowed.”

He held her prostrate over the side of the exam table, legs dangling then kicking, while he lifted her gown. He delivered nine additional globe-warming slaps to her bared bottom to her accompanying screams and cries. She tried to cover her bottom and Daddy held her hands pulling her closer to his hip. He has me she thought as her body relaxed in the knowledge.

“Oh, Daddy, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please, please, I promise to not use bad words. Please, please stop.”

Her cries filled the room, accompanied by the rhythmic smacks of her bottom. She ceased her kicks in cadence with his slaps when he ended the reminder. She finished with a few deep breaths as Daddy lifted her onto the table, squeezing her warmed flesh.

Quinn leaned down to speak gently, “Yellow?”

She shook her head. “No.” She was relieved that the spanking was over but also that her daddy had taken control. Her determination was clearly heard. She loved that he knew she was having some trouble and took over. He nodded and stepped back.

“Now then,” said Dr. Taylor as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. “I’m going to touch you with my hands first.”

“Let me look at your fingers, yep, there are ten, and look, ten toes too,” he exclaimed to the answering laughter of his little patient. “Now, we next bend all your fingers, toes, legs, and nose.”

Cheyenne screeched her laughter. “Noses are not supposed to bend, Dr. Taylor.” What a silly man.

“Oh, I see, and then I’ll try bending your arms and neck, will that be okay?”

The exam went on the way it started until they came to the touchy parts of the exam and he spoke matter-of-factly.

“Now, Cheyenne, I think I have looked, touched, listened and wiggled almost every part of you except a couple of places. Do you know where that is?”

“Um, I think so. Do you have to? I mean, Daddy says I’m not to let anyone else touch me.” She looked to her daddy for agreement.

“She’s right, Doctor. I’m very strict about that rule.” Her daddy stepped closer to her and leaned down to see her eyes. “Except, doctors who help keep us well. Dr. Taylor is your physician so I think we ought to let him do his job.”

“I don’t want him to do it. Will you hold me, Daddy?”

“Okay, why doesn’t Daddy hold you in his lap for this part of the exam and we can get this over quickly.”

Cheyenne nodded, and no one chastised her for her lapse. Quinn wrapped her tight as Carter finished his check for lumps, bumps, and sensitivity, giving Quinn the thumbs up sign completely missed by the young lady with her eyes shut tightly. She wanted to throw her hands up over her ample breasts and keep them covered, but she knew it was part of a woman’s exam; well a womanly little.

The final two areas of examination were her bottom secrets.

“I’m just going to look at your girlie parts to make sure they appear okay. We will need to discuss coming to the office of a friend of Dr. Taylor’s for the rest of that examination. The same as all the other young ladies who need it must do. Good. All appears normal. Now l need to check the last place.”

“No, Daddy, please, not my bottom. I don’t want my bottom checked. It’s okay, I promise.” Cheyenne’s expression pleaded with Quinn, and he gave her a sad little smile.

“You need to continue to make me proud like you’ve been doing. Don’t start being naughty now, little girl. I have been so pleased with you until this part of the exam. Don’t ruin it by fighting the doctor.”

“I think we need to put her back on the table for this.”

“No, Cheyenne and I have a way we play sometimes.
Beag amháin
, get up and lay over the arm of this chair, putting your face in my lap. Daddy isn’t going to spank you or plug you. The doctor just needs to see you. You know how,
piscín
.”

His voice, the familiar position and his warm hands rubbing her exposed back as she held her bottom open relaxed her. She was with her daddy, and he always took care of her. Nonetheless, she held her breath for it to be over fast. It was embarrassing to be showing her girlie parts to anyone but Daddy. The muscles in her bottom tensed and then relaxed as she felt a cool lube dribble over her warm bottom. Next, a gloved hand patted her bottom and guided her before words were spoken.

“Hold still, honey, that’s it.”

“Please, do I have to do that? I have a funny tummy. I need to go potty.”

“I’ll be as fast as I can, little one.”

She just nodded and in no time, she was being stood on her feet. Relieved, she looked to see that Dr. Taylor was disposing of his gloves and washing his hands.

Quinn leaned down. “How are you doing,
piscín
?” Cheyenne looked up into his face and smiled.

“Nothing happened. I did it. I finished the whole thing.” Her eyes brightened. “Do I get a reward?”

Quinn stopped for a second, thinking before he spoke. “When we are done here, and I take you to another room, we can play. But not here and not now. Time for a little patience.”

“Ugh, no, now, please? I need you to make me relax now, away from everyone, as soon as the doctor leaves.” She whispered, “I need it now. Can’t we be done now and send the doctor away?” Cheyenne wasn’t sure she had ever felt so desperate in her life. She needed to come. She needed praise, she needed reassurance, she needed Quinn.

“It’s a good thing to learn to wait. We need to be finished with this scene that it seems you have bounced out of a bit too quickly. We will fulfill your needs when I say.”

“You always say that. You don’t want me to wait; you just don’t want me. You’re just mean; you don’t want me. I’m done with this scene now. I’m just done, period.” Her words said it, but they were spoken by the little girl she professed to be done with. She was not totally out of her persona, but she didn’t realize it. She clenched her fists in anger and rejection.

Those damn tears slid down her face, hot and fat, making it a race to chase each other to her chin, only to drop off. Those were soon mingled with her dripping nose that she tried to wipe with her partially clad arm to little effect. She pushed at her daddy as he closed into her space pulling his shirttail out to clean her face. She didn’t allow it.

* * *

“My bubble is bursting,” Cheyenne proclaimed loudly, just as she had done as a small child when anyone got too close or in her way. She wanted to hurt him, as she was hurting. She wanted him to feel the same rejection she felt.

“It isn’t the only thing about to be busted,” responded an angry daddy.

Cheyenne quickly looked up into dark storming hazel eyes and understood she had stepped over the line. What had she told him? He chose to leave her unfulfilled because, in essence, he didn’t love her? What had she done? Where had that come from? Wide eyes and two hands covered her mouth. She shook her head slowly at first and then more rapidly. The hype that she was beginning to fall into was suddenly deflated as she felt the air whoosh out of her balloon of emotion.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured. “Yellow.”

Quinn immediately grabbed her and pulled her to him holding on tight.

“Shh. I know. Something happened.”

“I don’t know why I said all those nasty things to you. You always take care of me even when I don’t want you to, especially then.” She shared a quick little saucy grin and shook her head slightly. “I don’t think those things about you.”

Quinn put his hands on both sides of her face, kissed her nose and quickly kissed her salty, tear-coated lips before wiping them with his shirttail. “I love you, and I have no doubt that you know that and that you love me. In fact, it’s because you trust me so much that you’re able to spew such bile because you know it won’t even rattle the foundation of my love, not even a little.” He continued to wipe her face. His eyebrows lifted. “But it is still naughty.”

He looked into her eyes and waited. She wanted to acknowledge what he said was true, but something inside was stuck. She messed everything up. He’s just being nice now. Quinn leaned his forehead against hers and wrapped his arms around her body holding her tightly to him before leaning back to look into her eyes.

“I think,” speculated the doctor, “that you misunderstood something that happened in the doctor’s office sometime when you were little.”

“I was mortified, and I had an older doctor who didn’t really want to listen to my fears, he just said for me to toughen up. I was embarrassed that he thought I was a baby because I was scared. I started crying, and that was even more humiliating. My mom had gone to get something that the doctor needed or whatever. When she came back into me crying, we went home.”

“Oh, baby, I would never allow you to be alone. You weren’t alone here.”

“But I was embarrassed, and you allowed that,” she said accusingly.

“Listen to me very carefully, Cheyenne. You’re the love of my universe. I would protect you with my life. I don’t humiliate you for humiliation’s sake unless we are playing, or you’re naughty, or both. Sometimes it’s to show you and everyone that I’m your Dom, and you’re my
piscín
. Today, it was because you needed to face your fears in a safe environment if you could. You were self-conscious, and yet you were more clothed than when we play normally. And you’ve shown just as much before.”

He hugged her tight again.

Quinn turned Cheyenne back to him and continued, “All of this,” he waved the air indicating the playroom, “it’s who I am and who you are. We have this dynamic in our lives. I don’t spank or chastise you in front of people who would not understand and, therefore, bring you as little shame and embarrassment as I can. You know we’ve talked about why I don’t publicly scene often, I want to be the only one who looks on you that way. But sometimes…”

She nodded finishing his sentence, “Sometimes, I push the issue. I want you to possess me and others to know.”

Quinn returned to the real issue. “You were bullied by an old school doctor who probably would never have said those things if your mom had been in the room. What it seems might have happened is that you got scared during those few moments alone, and he made you feel ashamed because of it. You carried that all these years. From now on, we face our fears together, if we can, and you did it today. I’m proud of you. As to the reason I don’t satisfy you fully before we are married, I have explained.” Quinn gave her a scolding look.