Doctor Preston's Little Bride

by Madisen, Samantha

  “What’s the meaning of this?” he asked, his voice bouncing off the hard surfaces that adorned the room.

  Priscilla shrank slightly as the memory of his hand on her rear caused a fresh swell of pain to ripple through her.

  “I was trying to help our new guest with her clothes, doctor,” the nurse explained. “She seems a bit put out by it.”

  “Does she now?” the doctor asked, leveling his gaze at her. Priscilla couldn’t help but look away from his intense stare. “Nurse, leave us.”

  Priscilla watched as the woman walked quickly from the room and closed the door behind her. A furtive glance at the doctor showed he hadn’t stopped watching her. He stepped toward her and Priscilla shrank from him even more, fearing the worst.

  “You have nothing to fear from me, dear girl,” the doctor’s low voice filled the room. “As long as you behave. I’ve at least a dozen young women like you under my care and supervision and if I had all of them acting out at once, how do you think I would manage that?”

  Priscilla looked up at the large man who was now looming over her again, but she could only think to shake her head in reply. Once again a strange feeling gripped her, something that seemed to swell from deep within her just at being in his presence. Priscilla felt an uncomfortable pressure, an odd need inside herself, one she’d never felt before.

  “Good. I think you understand. Trust me when I say that any disobedience will be met with strict punishment. However, as is the custom in training a young woman, your successes will be met with an equally sweet reward.”

  Priscilla’s eyes shot back up at his. A reward? Of what sort? Her curiosity piqued, she relaxed somewhat.

  “Ah, I see that’s got your attention. That’s good. We can speak more of it later. For the time being, I’ll invite the nurse back in. Your aunt has elected not to watch the procedure. However, a few of my doctoral candidates will be joining us.”

  Priscilla gasped. Doctoral candidates? Watching as her clothes were removed and she submitted to a medical examination? “Wh-why… why is that necessary?” she cried toward the doctor, who’d stepped away and begun to wash his hands.

  “Nurse!” he called. Immediately the door swung open and Nurse Stanwick re-entered the room, followed by two rather handsome young men in long white medical coats. She looked to the doctor in a panic as he dried his hands. “It is in the interest of science that they join us, child. How else do you expect them to learn about the medical profession? They’re both very serious men and this is nothing but a routine exam.”

  Priscilla whimpered as she felt Nurse Stanwick begin to undo the buttons of her blouse. The doctor looked on, as did the two men, as Priscilla’s clothes fell away, one by one. With each layer that was removed a fresh swell of shame raced through her. When she was wearing nothing but her underthings, she tried to cover her body with her arms to preserve at least some of her dignity.

  The nurse pried them patiently away from her body and proceeded to peel the rest of her clothes off until Priscilla was standing stark naked in front of the whole room.

  “Good,” the doctor rumbled in his low voice. “Now up on the table, please.”

  Priscilla looked in the direction he’d indicated but not before glancing at him to find his gaze resting on the area of her chest. An embarrassingly pleasant shudder rippled through her body and she looked down to find the two pink buds of flesh at the tips of her breasts standing fully erect. She had no idea what to make of the situation but found it only served to embarrass her further.

  Moving slowly, Priscilla shuffled across the center of the room and up to the examination table on the other side. Still cowering, she mounted the small step, then turned to face her onlookers and sat down.

  “Much better,” the doctor said. The feeling in her middle seemed to throb as his large body moved toward her and she felt a certain weakness in her thighs. “Let’s have a look here,” he said as he swung what looked to be two large stirrups from beneath the table to each side of her.

  “Wh-what are those?” Priscilla asked in quiet shock.

  “They’re for your feet,” the doctor replied sternly. He motioned to the nurse and she stepped forward immediately and grabbed hold of one of Priscilla’s dainty feet. Moving it up from where it had been resting on the foot stool, she placed it in the stirrup.

  Priscilla gasped and instinctively tried to close her legs to prevent everyone in the room from seeing her greatest shame. The nurse frowned and looked up at the doctor, who shook his head.

  “Oh, my,” Doctor Preston mumbled.

  “What is it, doctor?” one of the students asked.

  The doctor leaned down and took her foot in his hand then placed it in the stirrup himself. As soon as he had, Priscilla watched as Nurse Stanwick tied a leather strap around the top of her foot and her heel, preventing her from removing it at all. They did the same with the other foot and Priscilla soon found her legs completely spread, the space between them on display for all to see, and the uncomfortable throbbing inside herself filling her whole being. She closed her eyes and turned her head to one side, hoping this might make this nightmare end.

  “Oh, it’s nothing incurable,” the doctor began, in reply to the question. “Gentlemen, if you’ll step forward for a moment.”

  Priscilla’s eyes shot open and she watched the two young men approach the examination table. She tried to close her legs, but with her feet tied to the stirrups, it proved impossible.

  “You’ll notice how erect her nipples have become,” the doctor said, pointing to the tips of Priscilla’s breasts. Her arms folded across her chest as she tried to cover herself from the prying eyes of the men but it was already too late. “If you’ll turn your attention to her core, you’ll see the moisture seeping from it. This is a state of great excitement; the body is aroused as if in preparation for coitus.”

  Priscilla couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It seemed as each thing that happened to her here was more humiliating than the last. She wasn’t sure what the doctor meant when he said “in preparation for coitus.” However, she could not deny that there was something akin to excitement glowing inside herself. She felt herself a very bad girl, to be admitting any pleasure from such shameful and lascivious acts. Despite the feeling, there was nothing she could do. She was powerless under the doctor’s hands.

  * * *

  “Is that… is it a cause for any concern?”

  Charles turned to face one of the students, who’d asked the question.

  “Not at all,” he replied, “quite the opposite. A young woman aroused under such circumstances will take well to being trained. Her shame is natural, but something I can easily overcome.”

  In fact, it was taking quite some effort for him not to turn the whole group out of the room and tend to the girl. The scent of her dripping pussy and the sight of her soft, creamy thighs spread open was filling him with an entirely unseemly desire. He’d never encountered a girl who was in such desperate need of his training, or one whose presence had affected him so. He felt his manhood flex inside his trousers and turned back toward Priscilla so as not to be discovered.

  “Nurse, if you’ll find the thermometer, please.”

  As the nurse scurried to the small chest of drawers that contained his medical implements, Charles couldn’t help but glance upon the girl one more time. Everything about her was quite perfect. He’d seen many a nude young woman pass through this room, but none had caught his heart in any way similar to this one. He breathed deeply, trying to keep his own arousal at bay. When the nurse returned with the thermometer and lotion, the doctor was quite glad for something to do.

  “What is that?” the young girl whimpered as he applied the salve to the thin rod.

  “Just something to get a temperature reading, nothing to be concerned about.” As he stepped between her legs and placed the tip of the implement against her bottom hole, the young woman’s back arched at the new and unexpected sensation. The sight of her squirming w
as deeply arousing and Charles felt himself throb again. “Now relax, Priscilla,” he said calmly. “This won’t hurt a bit.”

  * * *

  Priscilla found herself completely powerless to resist as she felt the doctor push the implement he’d been lubricating inside her. She let out a cry, unbidden but unstoppable as the cold metal filled her. Despite herself, she held still. Something extremely odd had happened to her. As soon as the doctor had spoken of her excitement, she couldn’t stop thinking about it herself. It was as if being made aware of it had only served to excite her further.

  She’d never realized before that that was what the wetness she felt once in a while between her legs meant. One thing was certain, she’d never felt it as powerfully as she did now. As the rod moved further and further inside her, she looked down the length of her body and at the doctor whose face was bent low between her legs as he attempted to get a reading from the device.

  The arousal inside her turned into an ache and Priscilla could do nothing to resist as her body rose from the table, her hips moving toward the doctor’s mouth, her core crying to be touched.

  “Now, now, you stay right where you are or I won’t be able to get a proper reading,” the doctor ordered. Priscilla’s flesh tingled as his large hand came out from between her legs and pressed on her naked belly, pushing her back down toward the table. His touch seemed to make everything disappear. Her shame, the others in the room, nothing was there but the feeling of his hand on her skin.

  She obeyed and forced herself back down onto the table but almost whimpered again as he removed his hand.

  “Good,” his voice rumbled from between her thighs and she felt the implement sliding out of her slowly. When it finally came out she did feel a certain relief, but the excitement the doctor had spoken of stayed inside her and she longed to be touched by him again.

  “This is all completely normal,” the doctor said as he began to scribble in a notebook.

  To her other side, the two men were scribbling as well.

  “Now, to check if everything is in order,” the doctor said, putting down his notebook and bending low between her legs again.

  Priscilla felt a swell of moisture come from her as she felt the heat of his hand so close to the soft flesh at her center. When his finger pressed against her, she cried out.

  “Please, Priscilla,” the doctor chided, “don’t act like a child or I won’t be able to finish the examination!”

  Something about his words, the way he spoke them and the word child sent another rush of excitement through her body. Was this what it meant to have proper papa? It certainly felt that way each time he touched her. It felt warm and happy, like a place she always wanted to be. It felt like… love.

  Relaxing herself, she let the doctor’s finger slide down the soaked skin between her legs. As he pressed gently inside she felt a slight pain, then felt him stop. He pulled his finger from her soon after and stood up.

  Priscilla’s body cried out, yearning for his touch again. Still completely ashamed at being so publicly examined, the feeling paled in comparison to how she wanted to be close to the doctor, to hear his reassuring words and feel his warm touch. Perhaps this place would not be such a bad thing after all.

  Chapter Three

  “I’m glad you will find our amenities suitable for the young Priscilla, Miss Peyne. We pride ourselves on them very much.”

  “They are much more than suitable, doctor,” Patricia Peyne replied from across the desk, “they are absolutely perfect.”

  Charles nodded, cleared his throat, and leaned back in his chair. It had only taken the time from the examination room back to his office for him to decide what he was about to do. While there was no doubt in his mind that it was the right course, he hoped that Miss Peyne would think so too.

  “Miss Peyne,” Charles asked, lacing his fingers across his chest.

  “Yes, doctor?” the woman asked.

  “What I’m about to say might seem a bold proposal but one which I ask you consider carefully before replying. I have much to do with young women of all sorts here at the academy but I’ve never met one quite like your Priscilla. She is a fierce creature and you are a saint for having reared her thus far but she is a young woman who is not to be trifled with. It will take some doing to find a husband who can meet her disciplinary needs.”

  “Yes, doctor, go on,” Miss Peyne urged.

  “With that in mind and considering my career as both a physician and correctionist, I would ask you to consider allowing me to take the girl as my wife. She is and always will be in great need of a strict but loving hand, one that it would be my privilege to provide.”

  Not having been in such a position before, Charles steeled himself for the possibility that his proposal might be rebuked. It came to light quickly that there was no cause for such a worry.

  With a tremendous squeal, Miss Peyne leaped from her chair. Clapping her hands together in glee, she circled the great oak desk and embraced the slightly embarrassed Charles around the neck.

  “Oh, Doctor Preston!” she cried, releasing him finally. “You’ve no idea how happy this has made me! I thought the girl would never even have a suitor, far less be eligible to marry in her current state. Believe me when I say that from the moment I first saw the way you handled her in the courtyard it was my prayer that something of this sort would happen. It is surely nothing short of a miracle!”

  Charles couldn’t help but emit a slight guffaw at the pudgy woman’s positive perturbation. Though not one to doubt himself, he felt some relief at her excitement.

  “Before I take your answer fully, Miss Peyne,” Charles explained, beckoning the woman to sit again. “You must understand exactly what my intentions are with the girl.”

  Miss Peyne nodded, eagerly expectant of his explanation.

  “I intend to tame the girl not just with fierce correction and gentle reward, though she will need plenty of that. It is my diagnosis that this young woman needs a papa as much as she needs a husband. I, good madame, intend to be that man. She will be treated as a little girl would be, bathed and placed in a nursery, tended to in a manner befitting a child. Do you understand what you are remanding her to?”

  Once again, Patricia Peyne clasped her hands at her chest and seemed to whisper a silent prayer to the heavens.

  “Doctor Preston, I believe that this is exactly what the girl needs.”

  Charles gave the woman a solemn nod. “In that case, all that is left is to tell the young woman. You will be free to visit her here as often as you like and I will reverse the money for her care to your accounts. She is now under my care and you can trust me completely when I say she could not have fallen into more capable hands.”

  * * *

  Charles found the girl in the position he’d left her, with her legs spread open, her wet pussy betraying how alluring she found the position. Nurse Stanwick was in the corner, preparing the bag with warm water for the girl’s enema.

  “Priscilla, I’ve something very important to tell you.”

  He watched the young woman’s brow furrow as he spoke the words. In the corner, Nurse Stanwick quietly put down what she was doing and began to walk toward the door. Charles raised a hand to stop her.

  “No, no,” he said, “please stay. It will be news to you soon enough.” He turned back to the girl, who seemed to be looking at him with a most pleading expression. “I’ve spoken to your aunt, Priscilla and she has given me her blessing. I mean to marry you and make you my wife.”

  * * *

  Priscilla felt another wave of goose pimples scurry along her spine at the words the doctor had just spoken. Marriage? Despite the way her body reacted in his presence, Priscilla felt somewhat betrayed by her aunt for not having consulted her about the matter at all. With her legs up in the air as they were, she did not feel like she was in a position to argue.

  “You will come to learn soon enough what my boundaries are,” the doctor said. “You’ll find I don’t have a trad
itional notion of marriage.”

  Priscilla scowled, not sure of what to make of the statement.

  “By that I mean, until you are ready for it, you are not to have an equal voice in our relationship. Your behavior, which is so often childish, deserves the kind of treatment a child would receive. Nurse Stanwick will become your nanny and see to your care in the times I am not available.”

  Priscilla looked over to see the woman nodding in agreement.

  “You will be put in a nursery and you will do as I ask until you learn your place and how to behave. Do I make myself clear?”

  Priscilla nodded in affirmation. But the voice that ruled her fiery spirit would not be quelled so easily. Even as she listened to the doctor speaking, she was already plotting an attempt at escape. Where she would go, she was uncertain. What she was certain of was the fact that no person would make her bend to their will as easily as the doctor believed he would.

  “Good. You may call me papa or doctor when you address me, whichever you prefer. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” Priscilla nodded, doing her best to feign obedience.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes… papa,” she said, much quieter this time. The words sent a thrill through her, the same kind of thrill she’d felt when he’d rested his hand on her belly, or pushed a finger in between her legs. It was a warm and tender feeling and it made her fight the unruly voice within herself that goaded her to make an escape. She’d never felt so taken by anything or anyone before.

  “Very good. Now, Nurse Stanwick, have you prepared the cleansing solution?”

  “I have, doctor, here you are.”

  Priscilla watched the nurse as she moved toward them, holding up a large bag that seemed to be filled with some sort of liquid. Attached to the bag with a tube was what looked to be another implement of insertion.