Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Get them down,” the doctor said, his voice controlled but so harsh that it made my tummy flip over.
Cathy had tears in the corners of her eyes, and she looked daggers at me before she turned away, giving her full attention to the wall in front of her. She had taken her hands from her knees when attempting to get away from the paddle, thrusting them behind her and trying in vain to defend her backside. I saw them tremble a little as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of those blue, very little-girl-ish panties and lowered them quickly to just below her butt cheeks.
“Lower,” the doctor said impatiently.
The nurse didn’t protest this time, and she didn’t look at me, but I didn’t have to see her face to know how red it had gotten, or her eyes to know how mortifying this professional woman found it not only to have to fear she might show me the secrets between her thighs, as I had been forced to show so much more of my own—but also to have her boss demand it of her that way.
She lowered her underwear all the way to mid-thigh. Clearly very eager to have the awful lesson over with, Cathy put her hands right back on her knees. I felt my forehead crease hard as I watched her arch her back a little, too, pushing out her backside. I understood instantly, though I found the knowledge entirely unwelcome, that she knew the doctor would demand that humiliation, too, unless she did it of her own accord.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice heavy with condescending approval. “Three swats coming.”
What was I supposed to think about the part of me that felt a stab of disappointment at that news?
Three?! She was so fucking mean to me, and you’re giving her three swats?
Good girl. Clearly Nurse Cathy had managed, in the end, to win a slight reprieve with her compliance—probably with that little pushing out of her ass. I noted, with a dismaying flip of my tummy, that I could see a hint of her pussy lips, smooth like mine were now, peeking out between her thighs. Surely the doctor had noted the same distracting sight. Surely that made Cathy a “good girl.”
I felt like I had started to understand something very important, and very, very shameful. Worse, I felt like I had begun to recall it, rather than to discover it—as if these mortifying ideas actually lay hidden inside me, rather than coming into my mind from the outside, from the awful doctor and his horrible nurse.
The paddle came down, and I cried out at the same time Cathy did, helpless to control my body’s sheer physical response. I strained against the webbing straps as between my thighs, to my horror, I felt another spasmodic tightening of my virgin sheath, where the sensation of the speculum’s intrusion lingered. I felt, insanely, like the paddle’s three quick smacks against the nurse’s ample bare bottom represented my punishment for having a man open my pussy and show me my hymen. The red glow the paddle quickly imparted to Cathy’s backside belonged on my much younger, much trimmer ass.
And they’re sending you where that will happen, an ominous voice told me in my mind, as if by taking Cathy’s perspective, involuntarily, I had also let her judgmental, voyeuristic thoughts into my own brain. You’re a bad girl, too, not a good one. You’re going to get it so much harder.
She didn’t look at me as she pulled up her panties and then her scrubs, and she kept her face turned to the wall, but I saw the tears glinting in her eyes and the red in her cheeks that matched her glowing bottom all too well. My emotions were so mixed, I didn’t know how to tell shame apart from anger—or embarrassed satisfaction that Cathy had gotten what she deserved for being mean to me from resentment that she hadn’t gotten a sterner lesson, or… it sent a new wave of heat to my cheeks… any corner time.
“Alright,” the doctor said, though, sitting back down on his rolling stool. He had put the paddle back in the cabinet, replaced his headlight, and picked up the speculum again. “I’m sorry about that interruption, Marianne. We’re almost done. I just need to have a look inside your rectum to make sure you’re ready for intercourse there as well.”
I heard myself let out a sort of disbelieving wail around the gag in my mouth. My eyes went to Nurse Cathy’s face. I saw there just how badly she wanted to say something to emphasize the humiliation the doctor had just delivered with his simple, clinical words, something that would reassert her superiority after the paddling. But she contented herself with a little smile.