Authors: Bella Jackson
I do as he says and I feel his cold hands touch my right breast. Moving to my left breast, he completes a very thorough breast exam. While he is doing this, he asks me a series of questions that cause me to blush as profusely as my pussy drips. I’m glad I’m wearing a diaper to absorb the fluid.
“Baby girl, have you ever had a mammogram?” he asks, knowing the answer full well.
“Yes, Doctor, Daddy took me for it a couple of months ago,” I answer.
Daddy snickers at my answer and I know he is thinking about our heated discussion when we first got together, not to mention my painful and humiliating punishment for not making the appointment when he told me. It seems like such a long time ago. It is so hard to believe that we have been together for so many months. I cannot imagine my life without him now. My life has been completely altered since I answered that ad online.
“Little one, I just asked you a question and I expect an answer,” Dr. Candler states in an annoyed voice.
“Sorry, Doctor, I missed the question.”
“Do you do a breast self-exam regularly?”
“Um, yes, Sir, my Daddy makes me do it and he double checks to make sure I’m okay.” I blush more if it’s even possible as I think back to the last time Daddy gave me an exam, something I am now subjected to any time he demands, which is often.
“Overall, palpation of both breasts is normal. Her nipples are normal in appearance and there does not appear to be any discharge,” the doctor says to Daddy as if I am not in the room. “Let’s get a measurement of her areola and nipples.”
I feel Dr. Candler’s tape measure over my breasts. He rubs and tugs on my nipples, stimulating them so they perk up. Then he proceeds to measure the length of them.
“Her areola is about 2′, which is quite large, although her breasts are very large so it makes sense. Erect nipples measure at one-quarter inch. They appear to be quite sensitive. Baby girl, are your nipples normally sensitive to touch?”
“Yes, Doctor,” I respond honestly.
“Have you ever experienced your nipples becoming erect spontaneously before?”
“No, not that I can remember.”
“Is it painful when I stimulate your nipples?” he asks as he pulls and tugs on both nipples again, harder this time.
“It’s not really painful, just sensitive, I think,” I respond, breathless.
“Good. Well, then, I’ll move on now. You stay lying on the table for me like a good girl.”
Dr. Candler proceeds to look in my ears, in both eyes, up my nostrils, and down my throat. He then takes his stethoscope and listens to my heart sounds. I feel the cold disk on my chest as he moves it around my left breast.
“Sounds good,” he announces. “I’ll do your abdominal exam now.” He puts the stethoscope on my belly, listening intently. He removes it and then starts to feel all around with his hands. He presses really hard in some places. My bladder is starting to feel full and when he presses down low, I can really feel some discomfort. I wince.
Noticing this, he asks, “Does that hurt, little one? I can feel you have a full bladder. That will work out well, since I need a sterile urine sample. I’m going to insert a catheter to get the sample. Let’s have you slide down to the end of the table and put your feet in the stirrups. Richard, can you take her diaper off now? I need to have her completely exposed for this part of her exam.”
“Sure thing,” Daddy responds as he pulls the tape off and removes my diaper. I am now lying on the exam table, completely naked. “I don’t think you will need to use the straps, Jack. Baby girl is being a very good girl, don’t you agree?” Daddy asks.
“Absolutely. I love compliant little girls who behave and follow directions. I think we can go without the straps for now, but if she starts to fidget or fuss, I’m going to insist on using them.”
“Fair enough,” he responds to Dr. Candler. “Baby girl, you need to be on your best behavior for the rest of your exam. Make your Daddy proud.”
“Yes, Sir,” I respond. After I slide down to the end of the exam table, Daddy helps me put my feet in the stirrups. Dr. Candler sits on a stool and rolls himself and the cart over to sit right between my legs. He also turns on a bright light that is pointed straight at my pussy.
“Please drop your knees open and spread your legs as far as you can, little one,” the doctor demands. A wave of humiliation washes over me. The way he asks me to do this, along with actually spreading my legs, makes me feel so vulnerable and submissive. “I’ll start with cathing you. Your pelvic exam will be more comfortable if you have an empty bladder. I need you to be very still. Try to relax. Take a few deep breaths.”
Is he kidding? Really? Relax and take deep breaths. I’m tense and breathing very shallowly, most likely a symptom of my complete embarrassment. I can feel cold over my urethra as he wipes it down with a cloth of some type. I can’t help but boost the pillow under my head a bit so I can see what he is doing. I feel a flush of arousal as I see the doctor’s head right between my legs, looking at my private girly parts. Daddy is standing by my left leg, watching intently down there too. He has a wide smile on his face as he looks up at me. “You are being my good baby girl,” he whispers and blows a kiss at me. He also pats my knee. After a minute, I can feel the catheter being inserted into my bladder. It is not painful, just short of it though. It is very uncomfortable. Fairly quickly, I feel my bladder drain. I can hear the trickle into some type of container.
“Hmmm, good thing we are getting a urine specimen. Her urine looks a bit too dark for my liking. I can see some visible sediment. Little one, do you have any burning or pain when you go pee pee?”
“No, Doctor, nothing I’ve noticed,” I answer honestly. I look at Daddy’s face. His expression is a combination of underlying anger and deep concern.
“Can you get a rush on the analysis, Jack?” he asks.
“Sure thing. I’m also going to do some blood and stool samples. I’ll send them all out with a stat order.”
WHAT? Stool samples? Yikes. I’m not even sure what that entails. And I hate having my blood drawn. It always hurts for hours after. I imagine I won’t be able to get out of it.
“All right, I’m going to conduct a full gynecological exam now. I can see that you shave your pubic hair. Is that something you do all of the time?
“Yes, Sir, my Daddy requires it.”
“Makes sense. Sweetie, can you tell me when your last GYN exam was?” he asks. I feel his gloved fingers touch my mons and spread my labia.
“It was less than a year ago.”
“Was your gynecologist a male or female?”
“Female. No offense, but I prefer a woman doctor,” I say, hoping it won’t make Daddy unhappy.
“No offense taken,” he laughs. “Do you remember if your Pap smear was normal?”
“Um, I don’t remember hearing anything back so I just assumed it was normal.”
“Well, let’s not go on assumptions. I’ll do a Pap smear now along with some vaginal cultures. We want to make sure that all of your girl parts are working normally,” he states. I see him pick something up. “I’m going to insert a speculum into your vagina now. It should not hurt. Just try to relax and this will go easy. Tell me, what was the date of your last period?” he asks.
Daddy answers before I can. “She just finished up eight days ago. I keep a close eye on her cycles. My baby girl suffers from premenstrual symptoms.”
“Many girls do. That’s a shame. It’s good you are staying on top of it though. Little girls are not good about taking care of themselves and it makes their symptoms worse.”
“Actually,” Daddy says, “my little one got herself into some pretty serious trouble over that exact issue not too long ago. Had to have a pretty big punishment to teach her a good lesson about keeping me apprised of her health. My naughty little one took it upon herself to take ibuprofen for cramps, never informing me nor obtaining my permission to take medication as she is required to do. She knows the seriousness of this offense, don’t you, missy?” His voice is stern.
“Yes, Sir,” is all I say. I don’t want to inflame his anger at the memory. The punishment was pretty awful. I did learn a lesson that night.
“Did she learn her lesson to obey her Daddy after you punished her?” Dr. Candler inquires.
“Oh, yes, I’m sure of it. Baby girl, tell Dr. Candler what your punishment was for such naughty behavior.”
Oh, crap. He wants me to relive the humiliating experience by talking about it. If I talk about this, Dr. Candler will no doubt see firsthand that punishment arouses me. I take a deep breath and tell the tale. “My Daddy punished me by requiring me to wear only diapers at home for a week and I had to wear pull-ups under my work clothes. Daddy said I could not wear my ‘big girl’ underwear since my behavior was so naughty, so I had to finish my period using diapers and pull-ups. I got a spanking before he put my diapers on and I had to sit on my stinging bottom and write lines.”
“Tell Dr. Candler what your punishment lines were,” Daddy persists.
“I had to write twenty-five times each, ‘I will keep Daddy informed about my health at all times. I will tell Daddy when I don’t feel well, or am sick or injured. I will only take medicine under Daddy’s direction.’ After I finished my lines, Daddy put me in a diaper and put me to bed early.” I hated that part of the punishment. Being put to bed early meant spending less time with Daddy. I got really angry that he did that. I did not like it at all, so it proved to be an effective technique for punishing me.
“I bet you learned your lesson well, right, little one?” Dr. Candler asks rhetorically.
Daddy laughs. “She sure did!”
“Does she usually have cramping when she menstruates?” His question is directed at Daddy.
“Yes, when she cramps I give her some over-the-counter pain medication to alleviate her pain. It is usually effective. The important thing is that she tells me when she feels poorly so I can take care of her. Isn’t that right, baby girl?” Daddy finally acknowledges me with his question.
“Yes, Daddy, you take excellent care of me during my time of the month,” I say proudly. I want Dr. Candler to know how much I love my Daddy. He is so good to me. I can feel him open the speculum and hear a click as it is locked into place. With that bright light shining down there, I can only imagine how wide open I look right now. I certainly feel vulnerable with both men looking intently at my privates.
“Little one, do you use tampons or sanitary napkins when you have your period?” His invasive questions resume.
“I use tampons during the day and pads at night. When I flow really heavily, I use both at the same time,” I answer, amazing myself at my candor.
“Good. Good. Everything looks good up in your vagina and cervix. Visual inspection does show quite a bit of vaginal fluid. Some fluid is normal, but there are a lot more secretions that I would expect. Is that normal for you? Do you feel aroused right now? Is that why I am seeing so much fluid?”
His questions mortify me. At the same time I want to shout “Yes, I’m horny, please rub my clit.” What an utterly un-ladylike thought. I hear Daddy answer, “She does seem to cream quite a bit when she is aroused. It gets worse when she is punished for being naughty. Can you believe that?”
“Oh, sure, I know there are lots of little girls who secretly like it when they are punished for naughty behavior. I have a theory that they act naughty just so they can be punished. It’s good that there is enough fluid to take some swabs. I’ll test for the usual things. I want to do the Pap smear too.”
I lay spread out while both men continue to focus on my gaping pussy. I feel the swabs rub against the wall of my vagina and cervix as he collects the samples. I’m going to die of embarrassment. I want to cover my face. Their comments are the perfect combination of humiliating and arousing. I cannot stop my body’s natural response. I can hear the rustling of packages as he finishes up.
“You’ll feel me remove the speculum now. Goodness, I need to wipe you up a bit. The opening of your vagina is very wet. I need to clear some off so I can do a thorough visual and digital exam of the genitalia,” Dr. Chandler explains. I am sure it’s for my benefit, to help deepen my feelings of humiliation. It’s working.
He continues, “Both inner and outer labia look normal. Clitoral hood retracts, I can see her clitoris. All looks healthy. I want to check your vaginal tone. You are going to feel me insert two fingers into your vagina now. Okay, I’m fully in. Little one, I need you to tighten your pelvic floor. Can you do that for me?” I follow his instructions. As I tighten my kegels, his fingers feel more pronounced as he continues to probe. I feel him press down on my tummy with his other hand. “Just some pressure as I feel your ovaries and uterus. You doing okay, little one?”
“I’m okay,” I say, my voice small. I’m thoroughly immersed in this experience. He is pressing down hard on my tummy and his large fingers are deep inside me. My feelings of vulnerability deepen further. I feel more submissive than ever before.
“Excellent, you have a good girl here, Richard,” he says, his praise making me proud.
“Yes, I do. She’s my good baby girl. She tries very hard to behave and obey her Daddy. I do have to dole out the occasional punishment when she engages in naughty behavior. Overall, though, she brings me great joy. Even naughty she brings me joy. I rein her in with a firm hand coming down hard on her tushy,” Daddy laughs.
Dr. Candler laughs too. “All feels good and looks healthy down here.” He removes his fingers from inside me. “I would like to do some further testing before we move on to the rectal exam. Want to make sure that her vaginal secretions are a result of adequate stimulation. Jack, I’d like to examine her clitoris more thoroughly to do this. You okay with that?”
“Sure, I don’t think you will find a problem, but it’s best to be thorough.”
“Little one, I have a few questions for you. I’m going to need you to tell me how you feel as we go, okay?” the doctor asks. I’m not quite sure what he means, but I tell him okay.
“Now, you are going to feel my finger on your clitoris. I’m going to rub it a bit to see how stimulating it is for you.”
Oh, God, he’s going to make me orgasm with his finger. That’s the plan, I just know it. Oh, that feels so good. Concentrate.