Doctor Preston's Little Bride

by Madisen, Samantha

  “Good,” came the doctor’s voice from behind and Priscilla and Andrew both turned to face him. “That’ll do. She’s ready for the implement, I’m sure.”

  Priscilla turned back to see Andrew nod and slowly pull his finger from Mary. She was more open now than she had been, but it was still hard to believe that he was going to try and fit that thing inside her. Priscilla almost let out a shriek as he brought the tapered tip of the thing and pressed it against her tightest ring.

  “Robert,” the doctor called out, obviously speaking to the other man in the room. “You’d do well to help your colleague by touching her wetness as Andrew inserts the implement. It’ll help ease it inside her.”

  “Yes, doctor,” Robert replied, jumping up and rushing to Mary’s rear.

  As Andrew pried her open with one hand and held the dildo at her rear with the other, Robert placed his fingers on her soft folds and slid them along her slickness. Mary moaned again, much louder this time.

  The sound and what was happening to the young woman sent a shudder through Priscilla. This time however, it was not the kind of shudder that made her want to run away; it was the kind of shudder that scared her even more. It made her want desperately to stay.

  “Oh, doctor!” Mary cried as the thick rod began to disappear inside her body. Robert had begun to caress her core firmly now, each pass of his fingers that ran along her slickness making her rear press onto his hand.

  “That’s it, gentleman. Steady and even but don’t bring her to climax. I’d like her to do it herself.”

  The men continued their ministrations until the thick shape was almost completely buried inside Mary’s bottom hole and the scent of her arousal filled the room. When Priscilla glanced at the men, she couldn’t help but notice the rather large bulges that had formed in their trousers and she wondered what they could be.

  Priscilla felt the uncomfortable wetness coming from inside herself and soaking her drawers completely. The dull ache in her core had grown again into a desperate yearning and it was all she could do to keep from tearing her clothes off and begging the doctor for a reward.

  “That will do, gentlemen,” the doctor spoke behind her as she heard him rise.

  The two men stepped back from the girl’s now quivering shape and Priscilla felt herself being pulled toward the scene gently by the arm.

  “As you can see,” came the doctor’s soft explanation, “Mary has reached quite a state of arousal with the help of my two students. Now Mary,” came his stern command. “I want you to show my little Priscilla how you make yourself release.”

  Priscilla watched as Mary’s hand moved out from in between her legs. She ran her fingers up and down her own wetness a few times, collecting the moisture there, then spread the soft folds of her outer lips revealing a perfectly tight pink pussy. Priscilla leaned closer, unable to resist her curiosity at inspecting the other girl.

  Mary’s fingers moved up and down the slit, as if searching for something. When they found it, Priscilla realized it must be the same tender spot the doctor had touched to arouse her so. Mary’s fingers began to move over the area, the sounds of them racing over her slickness filling the room. Those sounds were soon replaced by a slow moan, one that increased in pitch over time.

  Mary’s hand was racing furiously now and Priscilla felt as if her body might be having some sort of sympathetic response to what she was watching. The throbbing of her core begged to be touched and she looked up at the doctor with pleading eyes, hoping he would understand.

  “Tsk, tsk, she’s not yet done,” he chided, pointing at the squealing Mary.

  Mary’s fingers eagerly flicked between her quivering thighs until finally she shrieked, and Priscilla saw the soft muscles of her core contracting. The plug stuck inside her bottom danced up and down as her middle flexed and soon a squirt of fluid spilled from her and onto the examination table below. Priscilla nearly jumped back, fearing she would be caught in the line of fire, but the doctor held her fast. As the peak of Mary’s pleasure passed, Priscilla watched the young woman collapse onto the table, drained of all energy.

  Priscilla felt the warm, wet drip of her own excitement running down her leg.

  “Very good,” she heard the doctor rumble, but was unable to tear her view away from the young woman collapsed on the table, the implement still inside her. “If you gentlemen will kindly help the young Mary to her quarters, I will begin Priscilla’s instruction here.”

  Priscilla looked at him, in a daze at what she’d just seen. She wasn’t quite sure what he meant when he said instruction, but she hoped it would be in some way similar to what had happened to Mary.

  Chapter Seven

  “And what did you think, my little Priscilla?” Charles asked as the two men left the room with Mary.

  The young woman stood staring at the door from which they’d left, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Charles gave her time to come back around before asking her again. When she finally spoke, it was in quiet, affected tones.

  “Why was it necessary to do that?”

  Charles frowned. “I don’t want to have to correct you every time, Priscilla.”

  She seemed to understand right away. “I’m sorry, I forget myself, papa. Why did they do that, papa?”

  “It’s a natural part of a woman’s training here at the academy. The men who come to choose their brides here are very loving but very demanding at the same time. They want a woman who knows how to submit properly and eagerly.”

  Priscilla’s eyes widened in fear. “Then… then someone will come for me?” she asked as her lower lip began to quiver.

  Charles couldn’t help but chuckle. “My dear, I’m the only one who is coming for you.” He saw her arousal reignite at his comment and she moved closer to him.

  “You will do the same thing to me then?” she asked, breathless.

  “You will come to me in many ways, yes. But first things first. Disrobe for me.”

  She turned her eyes down at the request, as if still shy despite his attentions the previous evening. Charles scowled slightly, but knew it was only a question of time. There were some who would exact a swift punishment for even the slightest disobedience, but his methods involved more patience.

  “Very well. I can see you are still shy of yourself. I will help you this time, but I won’t have you disobeying me this way again. Do you understand? I’m not a nurse or a maid to be undressing you because you can’t do it yourself.”

  Priscilla nodded quickly in agreement and didn’t protest when he began to unbutton the dress Nurse Stanwick had put her in. As more and more of her soft skin was exposed, Charles found his own cock rising inside his trousers at the scent of her and at the sight of her alabaster flesh. When her dress finally fell to the floor, she gasped slightly but made no effort to cover herself. Charles stepped around and looked at the two perfect pink nubs at the tips of her round, creamy breasts. It was with some difficulty that he restrained himself from diving toward them with his mouth and playing at the stiff nipples with his tongue.

  “What now, papa?” she asked, looking at him with innocent but hungry eyes.

  “Now you will straighten your back and stand proudly. I won’t have a woman for a wife who is a slouch.”

  She did as he asked, but shyly and not completely. He could tell the shame she felt at her own body would prevent her from taking pride in it. This was a matter that was best handled with a switch and not a gentle hand. Walking to the corner, he picked up the thin birch twig that was perched there and returned to where she was standing. Her eyes widened as she saw it in his hand.

  “Papa! What have I done wrong?” she asked, her hands covering her bottom, her eyes locked on the thing.

  “My dear Priscilla, sometimes there is not another way than this. I shall teach you to stand straight today and that will be the end of it. I won’t have to remind you again.”

  “Oh, but it looks like it will hurt greatly!” she whimpered, her eyes begging him for mercy.

>   “It will take no more than a few swats. I assure you. This is the best medicine for this sort of thing. I’ve used it on many young women and they thank me for it.”

  Slowly, her hands fell and she did her best to straighten, most likely so that he would not consider the whipping necessary. Charles had seen the same thing over and over in the women he’d trained.

  The thin sprig connected with the soft flesh of her rear with a fearsome smack and was followed by her painful shriek. Almost immediately, her back straightened to a perfect posture, even before the welt had begun to form on her flesh and Charles smiled at the efficacy of his solution. The first smack set them upright. The next two kept them there.

  Another swing landed, this time trembling the tender flesh at the roundest part of her delicious rear. Charles felt himself flex, not at her scream, but at the pleasure he would take in training such a beautiful bottom and pressing himself inside it too. With a final swift swipe, he let another lash land, this time just above the last and watched as Priscilla tightened her fists and shrieked one last time. His cock completely hard from the exercise, he replaced the switch in the corner and turned to see a woman standing in a perfect posture, one that she would certainly never lose.

  Hot, salty tears streamed down her cheeks and her sniffles brushed softly against the silence in the room. Charles moved toward her until he was standing in front of her. She had been a very good girl. It was time for her reward.

  * * *

  Priscilla felt that the pain that burned in her bottom might never go away. The first impact of the thin twig had seemed the worst, possibly because she’d had no notion what to expect. The scream that had erupted from her mouth was not one she could control. Her whole body had stiffened as the pain tore through her up and down, a relentless line of razors within. By the time the second blow had landed, something had changed. It was painful still, but there was another feeling buried in that pain. The third scream she had let loose of her own volition as she found the sound she made help the pain pass through her.

  One thing was certain, having been so disciplined, she would not make the mistake of slouching again. Though the method was harsh, she felt a strange sense that she owed the doctor some thanks for applying it. She felt more… a woman than before.

  “Priscilla, that was very well done,” he whispered, his breath on her neck again. It sent a shiver through her and anticipation built inside that she might receive a reward for her good behavior. “What do you think? Are you ready for your reward?”

  “Yes, doctor,” came her breathless and eager reply. “I am.”

  “Very well. Spread your legs for me then.”

  Still slightly ashamed at doing something so immodest, Priscilla pushed past her shame and did as she was told. As she moved her feet farther apart, the scent of her own arousal filled the room. Her face flushed the color of apples as the doctor knelt in front of her and moved a hand between her thighs.

  “I see you to be quite wet already, Priscilla. Did you enjoy your punishment then?”

  Priscilla wasn’t sure how to answer the question. It seemed silly to answer in the affirmative, for who would enjoy being beaten in such a way? The strange thing was, there was a part of her that did take some pleasure from his punishments. He must have noticed her hesitation.

  “There’s no reason to be ashamed of it, my little Priscilla,” he said as his hand collected some of the moisture running down the inside of her thigh. He brought the finger that had touched her to his mouth and pressed it gently to his lips. He looked up again with curious eyes. “You do enjoy it very much. I can taste it.” When he stood, her heart sagged and she feared he would not give her the reward she craved.

  “Put your arms above your head.” The words sent a shivering shudder of fear through her. Never had she heard anyone speak in such a commanding way. Even this man, the doctor, had not yet taken a tone like this with her. But somewhere inside that fear, there lurked an even greater pleasure. One she couldn’t catch yet, but that she was starting to understand and know, was there.

  She raised her arms slowly until they were at the sides of her head.

  “Good,” came his stern reply. “Now put them behind your head.”

  Again, she did as she was told, even though it made her feel vulnerable. Something in his voice was different. Harder, darker than she’d heard before. But that only served to excite her more.

  “I see now, Priscilla,” she heard him say as his footsteps moved around the room. She wanted to turn and watch him, see where he was going, what he was doing, but something told her it was best to keep the position he’d put her in. “I see now that you are different from the other girls I’ve trained.”

  His words excited her. She felt the wetness coming freely now between her legs. His touch was soft and she craved it, but to hear from him that she was different, that she was special, was something even sweeter still.

  “There are some women,” he went on as she heard his footsteps coming to her once again, “who enjoy a certain amount of pain. More than others, I would say.”

  The words sent another fearful thrill through her. When he stepped in front of her, she glanced down to see two small clamps in his hands. His eyes were dark now and when he spoke, his voice was deeper still.

  “I intend to find out if you are such a woman, Priscilla. If that is why you become so aroused at your correction. If I am wrong, you must merely utter your name and all pain will stop. There will be no repercussions to you doing so; remember, this is only an experiment. Do you understand?”

  Her breath coming quickly, Priscilla nodded her consent and whispered a breathy, “Yes.”

  With her legs still parted and her hands behind her head, she watched as he approached and put one open clamp to the tender pink tip of her nipple. The touch of steel against her breast sent yet another shiver of fear through her body, but a fear coated in excitement at what fresh pain this new implement would bring. As he relaxed the muscles of his hand and let the thing tighten around her flesh, Priscilla let out a moaning “Ah!” as her body began to double over from the pain racing through her.

  He stepped around her quickly; she heard him moving back and forth through the room then felt another lash of the switch connect with the tender flesh of her bottom. Cringing in pain, she straightened nevertheless, her body remembering what the pain was for.

  He moved around her once again, the other clamp sprung open and poised in his hand. Priscilla didn’t know what pain to pay attention to any longer. The switch had landed so close to where the previous one had left a welt, and her rear was stinging greatly. But the tender flesh of her nipple had begun to sag under the weight of the clamp and the two sensations met somewhere in her middle that made her moan.

  He stepped forward again, his hand moving toward her other breast. Slowly, he added a third trajectory of sensation as he pressed the clamp onto her nipple there.

  “Oh, doctor!” she cried, her body swaying from the pain that filled it. She almost said it then. The shape of her name dangled from her tongue but she swallowed it at the last moment. What was it about this feeling, this submission that made her thirst to know how much more of it she could endure? As he stepped back to survey his work, she saw he, too, had grown a bulge inside his trousers.

  After a moment, he moved toward her again. With both hands at once, he took the clamps from her chest and deposited them on the table to his side.

  She breathed a deep and heavy sigh but kept her position upright and her hands above her head, though her shoulders burned from the effort now that the other pain was gone.

  He knelt in front of her again and she watched his hand move between her legs, then felt him touch her throbbing sex. He was soon coated in her slickness and his fingers moved easily back and forth along her softness until her groan and shudder indicated he had found her special spot. The doctor applied his full effort, coaxing her toward her pleasure until she felt like nothing more than a trembling statue. Though she
wanted desperately to sink herself onto his hand, to quell the ache that swelled between her legs, she knew how swift his reprimand would be for moving.

  With his hand moving steadily, the only movement she allowed herself was a gentle swaying back and forth. It came again, her pleasure, filling her first, its tendrils stretching through to each extremity. The shadow of the pain he had inflicted twisted through it, making it sharper and more vivid. Soon she released another moan and looked down at him, at how he was handling her. She felt herself spilling onto him.

  “Please, doctor! Please!” she begged, her whole body frightened he might stop. But he continued the affection until she shook above him, until her stomach was so tight she thought it might burst. That’s when it came. A blinding white light of bliss that flashed from where he touched her raced through her body, made her melt and tilt her head back and moan and finally fall onto his hand, then crumple on the floor below.

  He held her there against his chest as the final spasms shook her body this way and that. When it was completely over, he spoke.

  “My beautiful Priscilla,” he commended, “you are a very special girl, indeed.”

  Chapter Eight

  The words he’d spoken to her as he said good night rang clearly in her mind.

  Of course you may touch yourself all you wish. However, I do not wish you to force anything inside yourself. Doing so alone could be dangerous. You must wait for my supervision.

  As she lay in the still darkness of the evening, moonlight pouring through the window, Priscilla pondered the proposition. Soon, she found her hands drifting beneath the bedsheets and tugging at the hem of her nightdress. When she pressed her fingers between her thighs, she was surprised at the heat she felt there.