Doctor Preston's Little Bride

by Madisen, Samantha

  “What is this?” Priscilla asked, sounding even more helpless than before.

  “Just a gentle cleaning, my little patient,” the doctor answered. “I mean to begin your training immediately, though I won’t take my husband’s rights until we are wed.”

  “Training? Husband’s rights?” Priscilla whimpered, thoroughly confused about what was going on.

  “We’ll speak about it later. For now, try to relax.”

  Once again Priscilla felt the not so gentle pressure of an implement at her little bottom hole. Though she didn’t yelp this time, she clenched her teeth at the girth of the thing as it moved within her. The doctor’s hand was spreading her apart, allowing the thing easy entrance and this served to relax her somewhat, the feeling of her excitement throbbing in her core.

  “You may release the solution,” the doctor ordered.

  Nurse Stanwick took her thumb and finger away from the tube she’d been pinching. A moment later Priscilla felt the rush of the warm solution as it began to fill her bottom. Clutching at the table beneath her, she moaned a frightened, quite undignified moan.

  “Yes,” the doctor spoke in soothing tones, “it’s quite alright to feel some discomfort the first time. The solution will clean you thoroughly though and you’ll be ready to begin your rear training,” he explained.

  Priscilla had no idea what he meant by this but her shock at the feeling of being filled in such a way prevented her from saying anything at all. She could only watch as the bag’s contents drained into her. Once the bag was flaccid, the doctor reached down under her backside, further than she could see. He removed the tube from inside of her and just as she felt she might not be able to hold in what was inside her, she felt something else entering her bottom.

  “Oh!” she squealed at the feeling of being stretched and plugged.

  “That’s a good girl,” the doctor commended, patting whatever he’d put into her bottom. “That’ll help you to hold things in. Just for a few minutes, then you’ll be nice and clean.”

  As the doctor and his nurse went about the room tidying things, taking notes and whispering to each other, Priscilla found herself once again strangely aroused by her predicament. She did not understand why this was, why her body would get wet between the legs or why the two pink buds at the ends of her breasts would stiffen so. She did know that it turned the throb inside into an ache, one that made her think outlandish, vulgar things about her body.

  “I think that’ll be enough for now,” she heard the doctor say.

  Soon, Nurse Stanwick was standing near, undoing her feet from their stirrups and helping her to stand. Priscilla shifted awkwardly as the liquid moved inside her. Nurse Stanwick put an arm under hers and helped her waddle across the room to a tub in the corner. As she helped her squat over the low thing, Priscilla looked up to see the doctor’s stern gaze watching her. She blushed red and felt another swell of the same excitement.

  “There we go, now you can release it,” Nurse Stanwick said as Priscilla felt the soft plug being pulled from her bottom.

  “But…” she whimpered, glancing up at the doctor. Nurse Stanwick looked over at him.

  “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, dear. The doctor’s seen far more than just this. Besides, you belong to him now.”

  You belong to him now. The words filled Priscilla with an excited apprehension and suddenly she could hold onto what was inside her no longer. When it was over, she found the void in her middle oddly disconcerting.

  “Nurse Stanwick, I’ve some paperwork to tend to. Be so kind as to help our little ward to bed.”

  Priscilla watched Nurse Stanwick turn to look at the doctor, pausing before she spoke, as if she were embarrassed of the question.

  “Will you be requiring her in your chambers this evening?”

  “No. I’ll see to her in her own room for now. We’ll save that for after the wedding.”

  “Very good, doctor.”

  Priscilla watched the doctor leave the room. It had been a very strange day indeed.

  Chapter Four

  “But I don’t want any supper,” Priscilla pouted, sitting in the dining room surrounded by the two girls she’d just met.

  “Priscilla, if you don’t take your supper it’ll make Nurse Stanwick very upset. She’ll come here and spank you in front of us all.”

  Priscilla glanced to her right at Mary. Her face seemed quite imploring. But the notion that she had to comply, bend to someone else’s will and eat her supper only made Priscilla’s stubbornness stronger. Pushing her plate away, she raised her nose high into the air and looked away. Around her, a number of the other girls stopped eating and she could tell they were staring. Soon after, she heard the menacing sound of Nurse Stanwick’s footsteps as her high heels clicked across the wooden dining room floor.

  “What’s going on here? What’s the meaning of this?”

  The girls around her fell silent and Priscilla felt as if they were trying to move away.

  “I’m not hungry right now,” she said, turning and facing the stern woman’s gaze.

  “You’re what?” Nurse Stanwick asked, furrowing her brow into a scowl. “You’ve not eaten since you got here. You must be hungry. Now come, eat up or I’ll have to send you to your room without any supper at all.”

  “Then send me,” Priscilla said, a smug smile sprouting across her lips. “I don’t care if you do.”

  “Priscilla,” Nurse Stanwick said, leaning closer, “there’s no need to take that tone with me. You know that Doctor Preston has given me strict instructions not to put up with any of your rudeness. Now this is your last chance, you’ll either eat up or I’m sending you straight to bed!”

  Priscilla reveled in the reaction she was getting from the stern nurse. It had always been a hobby of hers to try and see just how much she could infuriate her aunt. In her absence, Nurse Stanwick was the perfect stand-in. Glancing at her plate, Priscilla put out a finger and touched it to the edge. When she looked back, Nurse Stanwick was wide-eyed in disbelief at what she was about to do.

  A thrill ran through Priscilla at seeing the woman’s reaction and without another moment’s hesitation, she pushed the plate over the edge of the table and heard it shatter with a satisfying smash on the floor.

  The sound of the other women gasping around her turned the satisfied smirk on Priscilla’s lips into a wide, glee-filled smile at her own naughtiness. A vein began to throb on Nurse Stanwick’s ever redder face, which only gave Priscilla more pleasure at what she’d done. Just when she thought the woman’s head might explode, Nurse Stanwick erupted in a fury.

  “Get to your room this instant!” the woman shrieked, pointing a finger to the door of the dining hall.

  Priscilla, tickled to no end by her insubordination, stood up calmly, looked around the room at the other girls who were all staring at her with shock and terror in their eyes, and walked slowly past the fuming woman and out the door. Perhaps there would be an amusement or two to be had here after all.

  As she walked slowly down the hall and toward her room, Priscilla looked to one side to see that the front door had been left open. A thought struck her, one even naughtier than what she’d just done. Perhaps if she escaped, ran away into the night, she could find her own way in the world. Surely there was more for a young girl to do than marry and settle down. There were adventures to be had out there and all she had to do was take the chance presented to her now.

  A pang of regret shot through her as she thought of Dr. Preston and how he’d made her feel. The thought of not feeling his touch again made her feel a little hollow. But she could always come back, she thought. She could go and have an adventure and then return and maybe his punishment wouldn’t be too severe.

  Priscilla looked about one way, then the other to make sure no one was looking. There was no one there. With a deep breath, she started to run for the door.

  * * *

  Having finished his reports for the day, Charles breathed a sigh of relief. N
othing would do better to relieve the tension of the day than a brisk constitutional before supper. Gathering his hat and walking stick, he stepped through the door of his office and into the cool evening air of the grounds outside.

  He walked quickly around the fence that surrounded the perimeter of the establishment, as he did most evenings before his supper. As he was rounding the last corner, a white shape moving from the building caught his eye. Charles squinted into the darkness. As the shape moved further from the building and closer to him, he realized it was Priscilla. His own dear Priscilla running from the building.

  From the way she was running toward the gate, it seemed as if she hadn’t seen him. In a few strides he was at the gate, stepping between it and the girl, anchoring his walking stick against the ground.

  He watched her face melt from exhilaration to horror as she realized who was standing in front of her. She slowed her gait immediately and came to a quick halt in front of him. He watched her shoulders sag as she tried to catch her breath.

  “Priscilla,” Charles began, his voice a stern rumble. “What on earth are you doing here? It’s your dinner time!”

  “I… I was… I just…” the girl stammered, apparently unable to come up with a convincing cover for her dash.

  Charles looked up as another motion caught his eye. Soon Nurse Stanwick, equally out of breath, was standing behind the girl, gesticulating at him that she would soon explain as soon as she caught her breath.

  “Doctor Preston,” she managed between heavy breaths. “This is my fault, I left the door to the outside open,” Nurse Stanwick confessed, hanging her head in shame. “The girl… the girl broke a plate at dinner. She refused to eat.”

  Charles, who had been somewhat amused up to this point by the comedy in the situation, frowned deeply at hearing the news. “What? Is this true?”

  He watched Priscilla as she turned her eyes down toward the ground.

  “Well, my little girl? Is it?” he demanded sternly, a chin on her finger pulling her face up to look at him again. The girl looked close to tears.

  “Yes,” she muttered quietly, her eyes darting off to one side, avoiding his gaze.

  “Why would you do such a thing?” Charles asked.

  Instead of answering, Priscilla’s lower lip began to tremble. Her eyes filled with tears that started running hotly down her cheeks.

  Charles frowned and glanced at Nurse Stanwick, who shook her head and shrugged in puzzlement at the situation.

  “Go immediately to my study. I’ll tend to you there. Nurse Stanwick, be sure to escort her there. She is not to leave your sight, is that understood?”

  “Yes, doctor. Of course, doctor,” answered his repentant assistant.

  Charles watched as Nurse Stanwick led the girl into the building. He shook his head slowly. It was surely a lot for the girl to take in in just one day, a big change in her life. She would have to be corrected for her behavior but he would remember to be gentle with her. Perhaps a reward after her correction might help.

  Chapter Five

  Priscilla was already bent over the large oak desk in Dr. Preston’s… or her new ‘papa’s’ study. Nurse Stanwick had removed her drawers and lifted her skirts and Priscilla had found herself unable to resist. She felt exhausted from all that had gone on and the sudden change in her life. When the door opened and she heard her papa step in, she tensed as his footsteps moved across the room.

  “Do you know why you are being punished?” she heard him ask from behind her.

  Something about the question, and the way she had been put on display by the nurse, made her tingle all over. There was her papa, standing behind her, angry at what she’d done. She knew she was about to be spanked on her already sore bottom, but instead of being scared, she found herself excited at the thought.

  “Because I’ve been a bad girl,” she replied, unable to suppress the smile that snuck across her lips.

  “You have, Priscilla. You’ve been a very bad girl indeed. Tell me what you’ve done.”

  “I broke a plate. In the dining hall.” The memory of it sent another rush of excitement through her. There was an odd sensation that had formed between her legs and was starting to throb. An ache of sorts but an empty one, as if her body craved to have something there.

  “That you did. What else did you do?” There was a menacing tone in his voice now. It made her shiver slightly.

  “I… I tried to escape.”

  “That you did. Do you know what could have happened to you? A girl of your charms, on the darkened streets, alone?”

  To Priscilla it sounded quite thrilling. However, the doctor did not seem at all pleased.

  She heard him step toward her, but instead of feeling the weight of his hand come quickly down on her bottom, she felt instead his fingers move swiftly between her legs. Priscilla gasped and looked behind her to try to see what he was doing. She felt his rough, strong fingers parting the softness between her legs as they swept up the length of her slit. Only then did she realize how much wetness was there.

  With her neck still craned and looking back, she saw him lift his two wet fingers to his nose and take a sniff. Her eyes opened wide as more shame welled from inside her at what he’d done. Even she’d never done anything like it, to smell herself so. Now, this man she’d barely met could be said to know her more intimately than she herself did!

  Dr. Preston turned and looked at Nurse Stanwick, who was watching in stern approval.

  “As I suspected,” came his brusque pronouncement. “She is completely aroused, I suspect at the thought of her own correction.” He turned to look at Priscilla, who quickly turned to look straight ahead. “Well?” came his voice from behind her, “Isn’t that so?”

  Priscilla felt the red heat of her own embarrassment as it crept up her neck and toward her cheeks. It was so. It was exactly so. She couldn’t wait to feel his touch on her body, whether it was in the form of a spanking or something else. She’d never needed anything so desperately in all her life. But how to utter the words? How to make such an admission? Not wanting to speak, she nodded slightly.

  “You see, Nurse Stanwick? It is as I suspected. Hand me the paddle.”

  Priscilla turned and glanced behind her just in time to see the nurse passing the doctor a broad wooden stick. Without hesitating, he brought the flat end of it immediately onto her rear, the pain of its impact tearing through her and making her scream. She tried to push herself from the desk, tried to escape another smack from the powerful implement but Nurse Stanwick stepped swiftly around the desk and grabbed her wrists, pinning her in place.

  Hot tears welled in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as the doctor alternated paddling first one cheek then the other. She felt the heat rising in her bottom, her skin burning more and more with each strike.

  She made another effort, trying to pull herself away but the nurse held fast. Now, not only was Priscilla’s bottom burning from the punishment, her face began to burn in humiliation as well.

  As she bucked beneath the doctor’s stern discipline, she became deeply aware of how exposed she was. All of her softest places were on display for the man. She kicked her legs in the air, hoping this might stop the paddling. It did nothing but deepen her shame as she realized what a child she looked like doing it.

  “That will do you no good,” the doctor growled. “This can take a long time or a short time. It’s up to you, Priscilla,” he said, resuming the spanking.

  Priscilla whimpered but somewhere inside herself realized the truth in his words.

  Finding she had no more energy to scream, or even to resist, her body settled into a quiet submission on the hard surface of the desk. At the same moment the spanking stopped.

  A strange calm settled about the room. Nurse Stanwick released Priscilla’s wrists and backed away from the desk.

  She heard the heavy sound of his footsteps then saw him step into view as he circled the desk to face her. He leaned down, staring into her eyes. She wanted to lo
ok away, but nothing could tear her eyes away from his disapproving gaze.

  “Nurse. Leave us,” he ordered.

  “Yes, doctor,” she heard Nurse Stanwick mutter, her voice still apologetic for her earlier error.

  She watched as Dr. Preston removed his overcoat and placed it over the back of the chair behind his desk. As he walked back around the table, he undid the French cuffs he was wearing, placed the cufflinks on the desk, and rolled up his sleeves.

  “I am coming to see your case in its entirety now, my little Priscilla,” the doctor mused.

  “You… you are?” she stammered weakly. Her bottom felt like it was burning and each beat of her heart sent fresh razors of pain coursing through her. But the ache between her thighs had now turned into a throbbing, needing thing that sent more wetness spilling from her core and trickling down the inside of her leg.

  “I am,” came the reply from behind her. “I am completely confident that you are suffering from a complete lack of attention or correction to your behavior.”

  “I am?” Priscilla asked.

  “You are,” he reaffirmed. “By attention, I do of course mean that of the physical variety. What you just experienced was a correction. Since your behavior is often like that of a child, you will be corrected as one. I mean to use the paddle in all of your discipline, considering how you became aroused at just the anticipation of my touch.”

  Priscilla gasped again and tried to hide her face. How did he know such a thing?

  “But correction is just one part of the equation in your recovery. The other is of course, reward. Have you yet felt a man’s affection, my little Priscilla?” he asked, his voice deepening.

  Priscilla gasped. She had once heard her aunt’s neighbor’s son, a vile boy speaking of something like it. She remembered being thoroughly repulsed by his explanation. She was much too shy to admit that now, though. Instead, she shook her head quickly from side to side, hoping the doctor would not linger on the question.