“That is what I suspected,” he mused behind her. “Priscilla,” he asked as she heard him stepping closer, “what does it feel like when I touch you right here?”
His hand moved quickly up her slick thighs and into the soft place between her legs. Burning red with embarrassment, Priscilla wanted to push the doctor aside, burst from the room, and escape into the dark night outside. She had no idea why her body was betraying her so, but despite wanting desperately to make her escape, Priscilla couldn’t help but sink into the warm shudder brought on by feeling his hand between her legs.
“It’s alright, my little one, you can tell me.” His hand moved back and forth ever so slightly, rubbing a part of her she’d never rubbed before and sending hot jets of pleasure exploding through her body. They crashed against the pain that lingered on her rear, ocean waves against a rocky coast.
A low moan escaped her lips, one she was powerless to stop.
“It feels good, doesn’t it, Priscilla?”
With a quick nod, Priscilla breathed a quiet, “Yes.”
“That’s your pussy that I’m touching, Priscilla, did you know that?”
She shook her head from side to side again, her hips squirming in desperation for more of his gentle rubbing.
“Be still, girl,” he growled. He laid a curt smack on first one cheek of her rear, then the other. The pain that shot through her brought a searing reminder of the paddling she’d just received. “I’m trying to illuminate for you, Priscilla, those aspects of the human body that have been cast in shadow for these first nineteen years of your life. Now, do you know what your pussy is meant for, Priscilla?” he asked.
Once again Priscilla shook her head vigorously, resisting the urge to move her hips about again.
“When a man and a woman are married, as we will be, to consummate the union the man inserts his organ, the penis or commonly called a cock into a woman’s pussy.”
Priscilla gasped in horror at the explanation. “What… what do you mean? You are to… to put yourself inside me?”
“That’s exactly what I mean. It’s what all men do with their wives. It’s how women are bred.”
“Bred?” she asked, still completely baffled and disgusted by his explanation.
“Yes, bred. We humans are no different than any other animal in how we procreate. The female, when she is fertile, carries within her an egg that must be fertilized. This is done when a man fills her with his cock and brings himself to orgasm. A fluid is ejaculated into the womb. The seed. If it takes, the woman becomes with child.”
Priscilla found herself trembling in terror.
“But that is only a clinical view of the event,” he explained. Once again, his fingers moved inside her.
Priscilla felt her lower lip, which had begun to quiver in fear, still. As his hand moved between her thighs she heard the sounds of her own wetness filling the room. His fingers began to rub a circle around that certain spot that had made her moan. Her tears dried instantly and her lips parted as she groaned again.
“You see, Priscilla,” the doctor said, his face close to hers now, his breath hot on her neck, “there is no reason to cry or be afraid of such a thing. Doesn’t this feel good?”
She wanted to answer him, wanted to turn toward him and press her body close to his. But the feeling that was coursing through her veins, the feeling he was causing with his gentle massage, made it impossible to speak. As her cheeks flushed, she closed her eyes and squeezed him with her thighs.
His hand was moving faster now, rubbing her steadily, each circle it made sending more jets of pleasure shooting through her. She felt parts of her body begin to shake unbidden. She felt herself losing control of her own actions as her mind sank deeper into the murky mire of bliss he’d created inside her. She felt herself begin to rock now; back and forth her body went along the desk, each thrust putting her closer to his hand and closer to an as yet unknown goal.
“Oh, doctor, I don’t know what’s happening!” she squealed as the feeling welled within her, threatening to engulf her completely.
His low voice came quickly, reassuring her. “It’s alright, little Priscilla. This is a reward. Give in to it the same way you did the correction.”
His words filled her with relief and as her body moved back and forth against his hand, she let the feeling that had built inside take her completely.
“Oh!” she squealed as a pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known erupted inside her and wrapped her in its heat.
“That’s a good girl,” the doctor rumbled somewhere overhead as her body flailed violently against the desk, trying desperately to find the same peak of pleasure she’d felt just a moment ago. But with each passing second the ecstasy ebbed and she felt it replaced with the mundane banality of the world she’d left so briefly. Before long the doctor’s affection slowed, then stopped completely as he pulled himself from in between her legs. She let her weight fall completely on the desk. Every now and again a gentle shudder would flutter through her. For the most part, she felt like she might go to sleep.
When he sat in the chair in front of her, she saw his face was slightly flushed too, from the exertion. A gentle smile settled across his lips.
“You’ve had a very long day, haven’t you?” he asked.
She nodded, her eyes sleepy.
“We’ll speak more about the rules tomorrow. Now it’s time to go to sleep.”
She tried to lift herself from the desk, tried to resist the tiredness she felt sweeping her away. The effort proved too much. Soon she felt his strong arms scooping her up, holding her close to his large chest as he walked through the corridors and toward her chamber door. Unable to resist any longer, she drifted into sleep.
Chapter Six
“Will you be taking your coffee in the office today, doctor?”
Charles looked up to see Nurse Stanwick standing at the door. He smiled.
“Yes, thank you, nurse,” he answered. “Would you have Mary deliver it?”
“Yes, doctor,” Nurse Stanwick said, smiling. Glancing about the hallway, she stepped inside and closed the door.
“Yes, what is it?” Charles asked, unsure of what her actions meant.
She breathed heavily, then moved quickly to the desk, placing her hands on it and bending slightly at the waist.
“What are you doing?” Charles asked.
“I’m… I’m preparing to take my punishment, doctor. If you wouldn’t mind administering it now?” Helen asked, closing her eyes and breathing deeply.
“Punishment for what? You’ve done nothing wrong,” Charles said, confused.
“No. I deserve it, doctor. I’d have endangered the girl’s life yesterday, if she’d escaped. Thank heavens you were there to stop her.”
“Ah!” he exclaimed, putting the book down he’d been studying. “It was a careless omission, you are right. But I’m not one to dwell on it. Besides, there are more pressing matters that require our attention. Coffee?” he asked, raising one brow.
He watched as Helen opened her eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled. Straightening her skirts, she turned and walked back out the door. After some time, Mary appeared with a serving tray.
“Mary! Do come in and close the door first though, would you?” Charles watched as the young woman did as he’d asked.
As soon as she’d arranged his coffee in front of him, Mary stepped back from the desk, her posture perfect, her eyes looking straight ahead and a pleasant smile playing along her lips.
“Thank you, Mary,” Charles said, taking a sip of the steaming black liquid. “Please sit down.”
The girl settled herself into the chair.
“You’ll be very pleased to know that you are almost ready to take a husband.”
He watched the girl’s eyes widen with glee. She clasped her hands together in front of her chest. “Oh, doctor, thank you!” she cried.
“You’re welcome, dear Mary,” he replied, “but it’s been your hard work that’s done it as much as it has b
een mine. You’ve come very far indeed in the last year.”
She turned her eyes down and blushed slightly at the compliment. “Thank you, doctor. If it weren’t for you…” She trailed off as she looked back up at him shyly.
“But that’s not why I’ve called you in today though, Mary.”
“It isn’t?” she asked, puzzled.
“No. I’ve called you in because I need your help.”
“Yes of course, doctor, anything!”
“The new girl who just arrived yesterday, I think you met her last night?”
“Yes! Priscilla,” Mary answered, looking about the room, avoiding his gaze.
“I know why you’re shy about her. She’s in dire need of the same correction you were.” Charles sipped his coffee again. “She also has much of the same shame you felt before you were trained. I’d like you to do me a favor. I’d like her to watch in the observation room today, Mary.”
Mary nodded earnestly in response to the request. Charles smiled.
“Good! I knew you’d be up for it. If you don’t mind, I’ve recently been lecturing about the techniques I use to my two doctoral students. Would you mind they attend as well?”
“Of course,” Mary replied, eager to please. “I don’t mind at all!”
“Wonderful,” Charles nodded in approval. “I’ll have Nurse Stanwick prepare a viewing room after my rounds. You may go.”
“Very well, doctor!” Mary replied, bouncing up and bounding to the door. He could almost see her excitement at being put on display. Soon, his new bride would feel the same way.
* * *
“Hold still, child!” Nurse Stanwick snapped as she attempted to tie Priscilla’s hair into pigtails.
Priscilla shook her head back and forth, flailing her arms about and pushing the nurse away.
“No! I won’t! I hate wearing my hair like this and I won’t do it!” she said, stomping her foot loudly on the floor. The door swung open unexpectedly and the doctor stepped into the room.
“What’s this commotion about?” he asked, staring at Priscilla.
She couldn’t hold his gaze.
“She won’t hold still!” Nurse Stanwick snapped. “I’ve been trying to fix her hair for almost twenty minutes!”
“Priscilla, is this true?” she heard him rumble. Her body shook at the thought of what might happen to her if she said yes. But on second thought, the thought of what might happen if she lied seemed even worse.
“I won’t wear my hair that way, in pigtails. I hate it! It looks like I’m a little girl!”
“Priscilla,” the doctor growled. “I want to remind you that you are acting like a child. You will do as you are told or be punished.”
The mention of punishment sent a confusing swirl of emotions racing through her. Again her body reacted at the possibility of the doctor’s touch. But the memory of the paddle on her bottom made her shudder and she remembered what he’d told her about punishment. With the rage boiling inside, Priscilla did her best to calm herself. She breathed deeply, relaxed her frown, and tried her best to turn it into a smile.
When he stepped toward her, she wasn’t sure her efforts had been enough.
“Priscilla,” Dr. Preston said, putting an arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. “I am so very proud of you for calming yourself down.” He pressed her close to his massive chest and a warmth spread inside her at his gentle approbation. She looked up to see him staring down at her proudly. “You have been a very good girl.”
The warmth that had started in her middle crept lower until it had settled once again between her legs in a dull ache. Up against the doctor’s large, firm body, Priscilla found herself once again craving something unknown. She glanced up and opened her mouth again to speak, to ask that she may have a reward, but couldn’t find the words with which to do so.
“I have a special surprise for you now, my little Priscilla. As soon as Nurse Stanwick is finished with your hair and clothes, I shall take you to one of the observation rooms.”
“The observation rooms? What for?” Priscilla asked, somewhat concerned by the sound of it.
“Not to worry,” the doctor responded, “you’ll only be observing this time. Nurse Stanwick, fetch me when she’s ready?”
“Of course, doctor. Now come, child.” She stepped forward again and began to arrange Priscilla’s hair. Priscilla frowned grumpily but allowed her to tighten the pigtails at the sides of her head, then arrange the little bow at the back of her dress. Suddenly Priscilla felt as she had when she was just a child. The sensation was somewhat overwhelming but she couldn’t remember feeling as safe in her life as she did just then. Perhaps this whole business was not going to be as bad as she thought?
When Nurse Stanwick returned with the doctor, he beamed a broad smile as soon as he saw her. It was the first time Priscilla had seen him smile at all and a pride welled within her, filling her chest, at the thought that she was the cause of his good humor.
“Now that’s what a proper little lady should like, isn’t it?” the doctor asked.
“Yes,” Priscilla agreed, nodding shyly and looking down at the floor.
“Yes, what?” came his answer, sounding more demanding.
“Yes, papa,” Priscilla answered right away.
“There. That’s much better. Now come, I’ve much to do today. Let’s get you settled.”
The observation room was large and round and filled with benches in a circle around its center. When Priscilla walked inside, she gasped at what she saw. There, on a table in the center of the room, sat a completely nude Mary, the girl from the dining hall the night previous. Her legs were spread open wide revealing a tiny patch of hair and below that, the slightly parted lips of her soft sex. Priscilla turned and buried her face in the doctor’s chest.
“Now, now, Priscilla, there’s no need to be afraid. I’ve prepared this all for you.”
“But… but why?” Priscilla whimpered, looking up at his stern gaze.
“Because, my little one, I want you to see that there’s nothing to be ashamed of here. Mary has been my student for just under a year and is ready to be taken as a wife. She was most eager to help you begin your own journey.”
Priscilla, still pouting slightly, was more curious now than terrified. When she turned back around, the young woman was in the same position she’d been in when they arrived, but Priscilla noticed the two men that were seated to one side of the table. They were the same men who’d attended her own examination. Priscilla turned back to the doctor.
“But what about them?” she whispered, glancing in the direction of the two serious men.
“I told you, Priscilla, they’re my students. They’re here to observe so that they, too, can one day help young women like you and Mary. Now, let me help you get started.”
The doctor turned her around, took her by the arm, and the two of them walked closer to the young Mary spread on the table. They took their seats on the benches closest to her and once they’d settled, the doctor gave the order.
“Now Mary, presenting position, please!”
Immediately, Mary scrambled onto all fours, her rear turned toward them. Her back was arched noticeably and it caused her already ample breasts to sag quite low beneath her chest and her rear to rise high up in the air.
Priscilla’s eyes widened as she took in the scene unfolding in front of her. She couldn’t help but notice the glimmer of slickness that dampened Mary’s soft folds.
“Andrew,” the doctor spoke beside her, startling her somewhat from her trance. “If you’d bring the implement and the salve, we can begin.”
Priscilla watched the man as he walked around the room and to the small drawer on one side of it. She observed as he retrieved what looked to be a thick rod roughly ten inches in length and black in color. Andrew brought the thing around to where Mary was displaying her rear end for them together with what looked to be some kind of jar of salve.
“What’s he doing?” Priscilla hissed at
the doctor, squeezing his arm.
“Wait and see. This is the last part of Mary’s training. When she’s done with it, she’ll be ready to take a husband.”
Priscilla watched on in horror as Andrew began to apply a salve to the long, thick rod. He slathered the thing in it generously, then looked back toward the doctor as if for guidance.
“You’ll have to warm her first. It’s too large of an intrusion to fit immediately. Use your finger with some lotion.”
“Yes, doctor,” the man mumbled, placing the implement on the table and applying some of the same mixture to his index finger.
Priscilla gasped as she realized what was about to happen.
“Why don’t you step closer? You’ll have a better view that way.”
Priscilla looked at him in horror at the suggestion. The truth of it was that she wanted nothing more than to stand up and examine the proceedings more closely but the shame of admitting it was almost too much to bear.
“I can’t,” she whispered, trying to bury her face in his chest again.
“Nonsense,” came his curt reply. Pressing on her back, he forced her to standing then waved her toward the center of the room.
Priscilla approached very cautiously, so as not to disturb the ritual. She’d never seen something so unseemly in her whole life. A woman who so eagerly displayed herself in front of a room of men, even if they were meant to be doctors. When she glanced at Mary, she saw that the young woman was completely unperturbed by the situation. That shocked her even more.
There was not much time to linger on the thought, though. The young medical student, having applied a generous amount of the lubricant to his finger, had placed the tip of his digit on the tight opening of the young woman’s rear and had begun to press.
Priscilla gasped at the low but not unpleasant moan the young Mary emitted. It was a guttural, lusty sound that didn’t sound like it was meant for so many sets of ears. Priscilla looked on, her mouth agape as the young man worked his slick finger into the tight orifice.
The moistening that Priscilla had noticed on the girl’s slit when she’d entered had increased visibly. Now the slickness had seeped out, coating her outer lips. As Andrew moved his strong finger in and out of her hole, Mary began to sway back and forth, emitting the occasional pleading sound.
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