Saving Little Jenna by Ruth Kennedy

Chapter 11: Jenna

I had barely slept the previous night, worried sick about visiting a dentist for the first time. I considered crawling out of my nursery and slipping into daddy's bed since his presence would surely help me slip into a deep sleep, but I didn't want to wake Daddy up. Instead, I cuddled up with Doggo and confided in him until I fell asleep.

Now I had a bowl full of soft porridge before me for breakfast, which I played around with my spoon. Soft foods were gross and this was no exception, but it meant it wouldn’t hurt my teeth.

"You haven't even touched your breakfast yet!" Daddy said after he finished his. "I know you don't like it, but it's for your own good. Go ahead and eat up, sweetheart."

"I don't wanna!" I pushed my lips out in a pout, put my spoon down, and crossed my arms before looking away.

"You don't want to be late to the dentist, do you?" He asked and waited for my reply, his expression slowly turning stern. "That's it, Little girl. This is your last warning and if you continue to defy Daddy, I'll have to take you over my knee and show you who's in charge. You won't be pouting with a busted bottom. I can tell you that much. "

I shivered at the mere possibility. It wasn't fair that Daddy could turn me on even when I was worried sick.

When I continued to pout, Daddy sighed and pulled his chair closer. "Do you want Daddy to feed you?"

I wiggled in my chair and nodded eagerly, finding it hard to stay still. Just as I hoped, he made little airplanes with food on the spoon. It was way too distracting to think about what I was chewing. Before I knew it, the bowl was empty and I was being scooped out of my highchair.

"So," Daddy said with a smile, taking a seat and sitting me down in his lap. "We have enough time for some Daddy girl time. How do you feel about visiting the dentist today?"

"I've got great news," I said as I put on a forced smile but shivered, nervous if it would be enough to convince him. "I noticed something when I woke up this morning. My teeth don't ache anymore, so we can cancel the appointment and I spend the day playing instead."

Daddy's smile turned into a frown as I squirmed in his lap. "Didn't we talk about this? No more lying about things that concern your well-being. You know how disappointed I feel in myself for having failed to create trust as your Daddy?"

"Is true!" I cried. "Promise! So pretty please, can we not go? I'll never eat ice cream again so I'll be fine."

The fear of having my teeth pulled out was far greater than the temptation of having ice cream for breakfast every day. It made no sense how grown-ups went to the dentist with their own free will. It was obvious dentists only wanted one thing, to see their patients in pain.

Daddy nodded knowingly. "Trust goes both ways, and I trust you. But don't you see, sweetheart? You're supposed to visit the dentist every year, but you haven't even been once in your lifetime."

"No, Daddy!" I pushed my lips out in a pout. "Don't you see how evil dentists are? They lie that your teeth are rotten, then steal them and exchange them with the tooth fairy for money. I once saw a dentist doing an evil laugh as he pulled out all of a young girl's teeth because he's made an arrangement with the tooth fairy to exchange them for money. It was in a colorful documentary. No, an exposé, if you will. By the end, you could barely understand what the poor girl was saying. I'm not going to the dentist and you can't make me."

Daddy chuckled and shook his head in amusement. "Did this colorful documentary happen to be a cartoon by any chance?"

I shrugged and continued to pout. "Might've been, but doesn't make it any less true."

I had put my foot down and nothing could change my mind.

"I was afraid it would come to this." He sighed and pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "Sweetheart, you know I only want the best for you. Sometimes it means stepping out of your comfort zone. I didn't want to bribe you, but it's the only way you'll learn to trust my judgment. If you're a good girl and come to the dentist, I'll reward you. You can sleep in Daddy's bed starting tonight. I know you've always wanted to but you're too shy to ask what you want. Not just that, Daddy will also reward you by touching you down there and making you feel good."

My eyes widened in excitement as I bounced, clapped, and wiggled in daddy's lap. Daddy was going to kill me by giving me everything I wanted all at once. I imagined Daddy fingering me and going down on me while calling me a good girl for listening to him. I was already wet and if I continued playing the image in my head, I was sure I would orgasm right there and then.

"Yes!" I shouted in joy with my arms in the air and hugged him. "I accept the rewards, so you can't take them back now. I'll gladly get all my teeth pulled if it means you'll touch me down there, Daddy. It won't be a nice look, but it'll all be worth the pain and horror."

On a positive note, no teeth meant Daddy would receive the blowjob of his lifetime.

He broke the hug and booped my nose. "Such a drama queen! You're Daddy's brave Little girl. You'll see, a visit to the dentist is nothing to be scared of."

As Daddy drove us, I squeezed onto Doggo tightly and sang a lullaby while doing a happy little dance in my seat. The joy of being eaten out later far outweighed the imminent fear of pain. I hoped Daddy's calm and soothing voice would be enough to calm me down if the pain became unbearable.

As we waited in the waiting room, I continued holding onto Doggo despite odd stares from other patients, one of whom laughed at my pigtails. I wanted to stay in my headspace because I knew I'd worry myself sick otherwise. Besides, as long as I had Daddy by my side, no amount of laughing or stares would make me feel embarrassed. Daddy said he wouldn't change a thing about me and it was all I needed.

Nevertheless, times like these were a clear reminder of how much society needed to change. Michael had told me how much he was tormented for being gay, even thinking something was horribly wrong with him and considering ending things. Society hated anyone straying from what it considered the norm, and it would gladly be willing to get rid of you before wanting to change.

When my number blinked on the little monitor, I held onto daddy's hand and skipped as I led the way. Turning around, I saw the woman looking at me in disgust and it only made me giggle. I had endured a lifetime of horror, so a little side-eye from a stranger wasn't going to ruin my day as she wanted.

Once in, I continued skipping and jumped onto the examination table. "Hi, Doctor Luke! I'm Jenna and Uncle John speaks highly of you."

"Such a sweet little girl!" Luke smiled at Daddy and took a seat next to me. "If only every patient was as sweet as you. The one before you was super rude."

I giggled. "Yes, I'm a good girl. I was super nervous, but Daddy promised to reward me for coming here. So feel free to pull out all my teeth if it comes to that. As long as I get to take my teeth home for the tooth fairy and exchange it for money, we're good. I know dentists make a deal with the tooth fairy, but I hope you can make an exception. "

Doctor Luke laughed and looked at Daddy. "You've got a brave little girl here, Clark. I get an occasional Little from the club to visit me here, but none of them are so calm and eager."

He soon turned to me and put a torch in my mouth as he checked my teeth one after the other. Blowing air with a small tool, he searched for the painful tooth until he found it.

"Owie!" I yelled and put a hand on my jaw when air blew on one of my molars.

Moving away, he switched the torch off and nodded reassuringly with a smile. If dentists were so kind in real life, my fears had been unreasonable all along.

"Just as I thought, it's a sensitive tooth." He began scribbling on a paper. "Your teeth are in great condition for someone's first visit. I advise you to switch to a soft toothbrush. Don't brush too hard and no longer than two minutes. Until your tooth heals, no foods that are too hot or too cold. So no more ice cream. I know Littles love anything sweet, but it'll make things worse. I'll write you a painkiller but only use it if the pain is unbearable."

Two minutes? I'd been brushing them for ten minutes all my life. Daddy was right when he suggested a visit to the dentist once a year. It wasn't as scary as all the cartoons had made them out to be.

"You deserve something for being such a good girl and staying still." Handing the prescription to Daddy, he fetched me a pink balloon.

"A balloon!" I cooed, pawing it to watch how it flew back to its original position. "It's crazy how it's so big yet light as a feather."

I knew not to mention that it was my first time seeing or holding one. I was slowly getting into a habit of not speaking my mind around other people. It was a sign I was adapting to living in society.

Just a few weeks ago if I had known I'd be around so many strangers, I would have freaked out. But here I was, going on about my new happy life as if nothing about my past was unusual.

I looked over at the jar of candy within my hand’s reach and stuck my lower lip out in a pout. "Wasn't I good enough to get candy too, Doctor Luke?"

"That's just for the naughty ones who refuse to sit still," he whispered as he placed a finger on his lips. "But let's keep it a secret. There’s no need to let them know. Candy rots teeth and if your teeth are healthy the next time, you'll get one."

"Look, Daddy!" I said, turning to Daddy. "Look what the doctor gave me for behaving."

Daddy chuckled and scooped me up in his arms, giving me a quick peck on the lips. "I know, sweetheart. I was right here. I'm so proud of you for behaving and being good. Didn't I tell you that you'd be glad you listened to me? Keep that in mind the next time you want to defy Daddy."

My chest swelled with pride as I looked at Doctor Luke. I hoped he listened to what Daddy just said about being proud of me.

Daddy carried me out of the doctor's office in his arms. I had my arms and legs tightly wrapped around him with Doggo in one hand and the balloon in the other. When I found the same woman giving me a sour look, I couldn't help but giggle again. It was funny how she could let a stranger ruin her mood. Maybe she could use a Daddy to teach her about being happy.

I wasn't one to force my lifestyle upon strangers, but occasionally it was nice to go out in public as my true self. The clinic had no more than half a dozen people since it was early in the morning, so it wasn't like I was trying to force my lifestyle upon society.

Later that night I was in daddy's bed with Doggo next to me and the binky ready on the nightstand.

Daddy laughed when he stepped into his bedroom and saw me on his bed. "Are you done watching cartoons, sweetheart? Every day I need to convince you to go to bed when it's way past your bedtime, but now you're all ready to go to bed so early. What's gotten you so excited for bedtime today?"

Daddy was checking whether I was excited about sleeping in the same bed together or about getting eaten out. Or maybe he was teasing and making sure I still remembered the rewards I was promised.

He crossed the distance and climbed into the bed, which strained and squeaked under the weight of his strong ripped body.

"Isn't it obvious?" I stared at him blankly, taking Doggo in one hand and scooting close to him. "I was promised rewards and I don't plan on going to sleep until I receive them."

"Oh, so you're excited about sleeping in the same bed," he teased with a laugh. "You could've asked for it ages ago. I was just waiting for you to get used to asking for what you want."

Daddy was pretending not to know what I meant. If he wanted me to ask what I wanted sexually, it was exactly what he would get. He was probably checking if I was still shy about speaking out about my desires.

I lifted the hem of my babydoll dress and spread my legs before rubbing my diapered crotch. "It hurts here, Daddy! It hurts! Kiss my boo-boo and make it better like the reward you promised."

A smile crept on his face and he looked at me proudly for speaking my mind. "Aw, my poor baby girl. You took care of it before but you don't have to anymore. Just tell Daddy whenever it hurts and Daddy will make it all better."

I nodded frantically and waited as he slowly moved his hand up and down my thigh. "Please, Daddy. Hurry! I've waited all day for you to kiss it better."

He chuckled and moved his hand onto my diaper. "Patience, Little one. Just sit back, relax and let Daddy do the rest. Kissing boo-boos better is an art and it cannot be rushed."

I did as asked and relaxed my body. When he slowly began stroking my crotch through the diaper, it felt so damn good. When he continued doing it for what felt like an eternity, I couldn't take it any longer.

"Please, Daddy!" I begged as I ground my crotch against his hand. "I badly need your touch. Don't you want your baby girl to feel good?"

He just smiled and watched me with lust in his eyes. He was enjoying the control he had over my sexual release way too much. Wasn't this supposed to be about my pleasure?

When he continued to ignore my beg for touch, I instinctively tightened my thighs around his strong muscular arm and humped it greedily.

"Naughty girl." He lightly pinched my thigh until I stopped and then undid the tapes on the side of the diaper.

It felt so good to let my wet pussy breathe some air. Now if only Daddy would stop teasing and touch me like I deserved.

"You've been such a good girl, sweetheart." He began stroking my bare pussy with his fingers. "You've made Daddy proud by behaving at the dentist. You deserve to be rewarded every day for such good behavior."

I shivered at finally being touched by a man for the first time. I had been deprived of it for far too long but it was worth the wait. It sent jolts of pleasure in my crotch and I let out a loud moan. The fact that he had just called me a good girl was driving me crazy.

"I don't tell you this, but you're also a good girl because you clean up after you play with your toys." A finger moved over to the small pleasure button and rubbed it, causing me to quicken my breathing and squirm. "You've been eating your vegetables too and avoiding sweets. Any Daddy would be lucky to have such a sweet and well-behaved girl."

Daddy's compliments were too much. He knew exactly what to say to turn me on. He was dirty talking and it was turning me into a moaning mess. A girl could only get so wet before going crazy from arousal.

"Yes, Daddy," I managed to say between moans, hoping it was what he expected to hear.

I soon followed with involuntary unintelligible gibberish. Daddy's fingers were like magic, taking me to heights of pleasure my own fingers never could.

"More," I begged when he continued stroking on the outside.

When he switched over to stroking with just two fingers, I knew things were going to get intense. I held onto my stuffie tightly and braced for entry.

Soon his two fingers pushed into my opening, expertly moving in and out. It was a stark contrast to my much smaller and weaker fingers. He continued fingering me, adding another finger soon.

When he picked up the pace, he was practically fucking me with his fingers. The wet sound of his palm hitting my crotch with each push echoed in the bedroom. When he began rubbing my clit with his thumb at the same time, I knew I was getting close. I looked at daddy's handsome face one last time before my eyes involuntarily rolled back into my head.

When I opened my eyes moments later, daddy's handsome face hungrily looking down at my used pussy was enough to send me into a powerful orgasm. Unfortunately, he sensed I was about to come and pulled his hand away suddenly.

"Daddy, no!" I whimpered and cried at the sudden lack of touch. "Don't stop when I need you the most."

He gave me an evil smile and shook his head as I began humping the air in an attempt to feel something. "As your Daddy, I decide when you get to come."

My jaw dropped at what he was implying. He wanted to edge his sweet girl. He'd take me to the edge of orgasm and stop.

"But I need release now, Daddy!" I begged, knowing full well it wasn't going to change his mind. "Waiting is only going to make it hurt more."

"Yes, but in the end, it's only going to feel much more rewarding." He ignored the pleading look in my eyes and began rubbing my thigh.

He was starting the process all over again, moving onto stroking my pussy soon before fingering me again. This time he moved his mouth over to my crotch and began flicking his tongue along the length of my opening. When he pulled his fingers out, he filled the gaping emptiness with his tongue, exploring the soft and warm flesh inside.

"Tell Daddy how it feels," he said into my pussy.

"The best I've ever felt," I said. "I wish you could stay inside me forever. I want to wake up with you inside me and I want to go to bed the same way. It's the closest you've ever been to me and nothing gives me more joy."

He picked up the pace and it turned me into a moaning mess again. He looked up into my eyes as he worked his tongue in and out, flicking my clit with his thumb. Knowing I had Daddy physically so close to me, once again it was all too much for me to keep in. I let out a loud moan and began shaking, hoping he would let me come this time.

It was enough for Daddy to pull away and stop touching me. I continued shaking my crotch wildly, needing his touch but instead humping the emptiness. The evil smile returned on his face.

"Daddy, please!" I cried and stuck my lower lip out in a pout. "Not again! Have mercy on your girl and make me feel good."

"I was just messing with you," he said and I was instantly relieved.

Before I knew what was happening, swift as lightning his fingers were suddenly inside me. He went from zero to a hundred within seconds as he was back to fucking me with his fingers, but this time his other hand rubbed my clit vigorously. I moaned at the top of my voice as my body shook and shivered, involuntary screams of pleasure coming out of my mouth as wave after wave of pleasure overtook my body.

As I reached the end of my orgasm and opened my eyes, he slowed his fingering to a halt.

"I've wanted to see your orgasm face for so long." He pushed the wild strands of hair out of my face and stroked my long hair tied up in pigtails. "And it makes you look even hotter if that was even possible."

Aftersex bliss was taking over us and it was the next best thing to an orgasm.

"This is so perfect, Daddy." I sighed in contentment as he pulled his fingers out of my pussy and pulled the hem of my dress back down. "You and me in your bedroom, showing how much we care about each other physically."

I hadn't said it out loud but I had fallen in love with Daddy weeks ago. It was so nice to finally be able to openly express our love for each other sexually. I didn't envy the other women who had a lot of sexual experience before finding the right one. I had found the one made just for me on my first try and I wouldn't have had it any other way. Sex for me could never feel as good if I didn't care about the other person as I did with Daddy.

He gave me a quick peck on the cheeks. "The best part is that it's just the beginning. I can't wait to physically express it in more intimate ways."

I nodded as my eyelids grew heavy. I was exhausted and while I was excited to sleep in the same bed, I knew I wouldn't be able to savor the moment for long.

With a knowing look, Daddy lay on my side of the bed and patted the space next to him. "Off to bed then."

I eagerly lay next to him and scooted until our bodies were pressed against each other. He wrapped his strong arms around me and I wiggled my ass against his crotch teasingly. I got to be the little spoon like I always wanted and I knew I was about to have the soundest sleep of my life.

Needless to say, it was the safest and most comfortable I had ever felt in my life. Daddy switched the bedside lamp off and within seconds after closing my eyes, I was fast asleep.