I was worried, my little girl had been getting tummy pains for several days now; well I say little girl, she's 18 but very young looking and still pretty naïve. It had been just me and Jody since her mother ran off with my best friend more than 15 years ago. Since then I had brought her up alone, looking after her every need, feeding her, clothing her, the perfect father. She would always be my little girl.
She had left the house to keep an appointment with her doctor and I was sitting in the kitchen with a coffee, waiting for her return. I wanted to go with her but she was a young woman now and I knew I should let her look after herself a bit more now. I was quite proud when she phoned to make the appointment herself and insisted on going alone.
I heard the door open; she came in looking a little red faced and sad and with just a nod to me she headed for the stairs.
"Baby – are you OK?" I called to her.
"Y-Yes daddy." She replied nervously.
"Well come in here and tell me what the doctor said." I asked, trying not to sound as concerned as I was." She hesitated at the foot of the stairs then slowly walked to the kitchen, head down; face flushed and sat on a stool opposite me.
"Well – what did he say?"
"He – umm - gave me some tablets daddy." She mumbled.
"Let's see them then." I held out my hand. She slowly placed a brown paper bag on my palm, peeping from under her fringe as she did so. I opened the bag and slid out a white box which I immediately opened to reveal a blister pack of seven very large torpedo shaped 'tablets'.
"Wow! Those are rather big aren't they darling, how often do you..." I noticed something else in the bag, a collection of clear plastic gloves. I couldn't help smiling a little as I looked back at the front of the box, an unpronounceable brand name followed by the word: 'suppositories'.
"Oh - I guess you know what you have to do with these Jody?" I smiled sympathetically.
"The doctor told me exactly what to do with them daddy!" She glared.
"Wow, could she get any redder?" I thought. "It's OK baby, a little lubricant will make it easier for you, don't worry, you just need to relax while you do it and they will pop in quite easily, really." I gave her a reassuring smile, poor baby; she was obviously not looking forward to doing it.
"But daddy, I c-can't do it!" She sobbed.
"Why baby?" I asked. She said nothing but held her hand out, palm down and fingers bent, showing me her extremely long, perfectly manicured fingernails.
"Ah! I see. Yes, you'd be in danger of slicing yourself open with one of those lethal weapons in your bottom darling." I suppressed a chuckle, well; my concern for her predicament stopped me laughing. "I'm sorry baby but you'll just have to trim one of them, my darling." I told her.
"Oh but I can't, you know Julie is using me as a fingernail model for her practical exam next week and I really can't let her down!" She insisted, tears welling in her eyes.
Julie was her best friend and both girls were on a Beauty course at the local college. A course they loved and took very seriously. They were forever plucking and waxing, massaging and painting. I had been the 'victim' of a number of 'Head and neck' massages. Well, I say victim, in fact I looked forward to them – she was very good. Julie had practiced on me a few times and I enjoyed that in a slightly different way. Julie was a sexy little thing and I regularly joked about her giving me a full body massage whenever she liked but she was a little shy and just reminded me they were only allowed to practice those on classmates – till they were qualified anyway.
"Well I don't know baby, but you must use them or you may not be well enough to be anybody's fingernail model next week, I really can't see any alternative!"
She was silent for a while, then, "Well", she peered at me sheepishly, "If someone did it for me..."
"I'm sure the doctor is far too busy and..." She was looking at me with her big puppy dog eyes, the ones she used when she wanted me to buy her something or do something for... I froze.
"W-Would you do it for me daddy?"
I was dumbfounded, the next 10 seconds lasted forever, my little girl was suggesting that I should poke my finger up her bottom! How could I? How could I possibly do such an intimate, personal thing to my little girl? But if I didn't - there was no-one else... and what possible reason could I give her for refusing? Telling her I was too embarrassed would be really pathetic.
But – umm – are you sure you would be OK with your daddy doing that?" I looked at her sad face, hoping she would reconsider and think of another solution.
"Oh yes daddy, thank-you!" Her face lit up and it looked like a great weight had been lifted off her little shoulders. She had obviously thought about this but was so embarrassed to ask me. "The doctor said I should do one as soon as I got home and then one every morning for a week".
"Oh – right – well – OK – where shall we – umm – well – you go up to your bedroom darling and – umm – take off your – err – skirt and I will be up in a few minutes, OK?" I tried not to sound as nervous as I felt, this was ridiculous, I had looked after her every need for years now; I had changed her nappies, washed her private places, dressed her... well – OK – not for a few years now but... oh pull yourself together and don't be a wimp! I reprimanded myself, she's your daughter and she needs you!
She turned and walked up the stairs to her room, going in and closing the door. I pocketed the suppositories and walked up to the bathroom and washed my hands. I pulled the box of 'tablets' from my pocket, fondling them nervously as I walked to her bedroom door. I hesitated... then tapped lightly on the door.
"Come in daddy!" She called softly.
I opened the door. She was sitting on the edge of the bed in just white cotton bra and panties. Her underwear had pretty lace bands round the edges and tiny pink bows on the front of the waistband and between the cups; she had chosen them last time I took her shopping. The bra was 32b; she was pleased when the woman in the lingerie shop had told her she needed a larger one than last time. I remember how embarrassed I was when the woman told her.
Her hands were resting lightly on her thighs; she was waiting for me to tell her what to do.
"Right – err – well – get on your hands and knees on the bed I guess – with umm – your bottom in the air and your face – umm – in your pillow, OK baby?"
