The observation room was packed with men. Priscilla tried to pull away from the door as soon as they’d stepped inside but her papa cast her another scowl. Seeing his displeasure brought her such a sadness that she could not bear. Pushing her feelings of shame away, she walked slowly to the center of the room.
“Gentlemen,” she heard her papa say from behind her, addressing his audience. “I present to you not just another young trainee of the Preston Academy but also my fiancée.”
A murmur of surprise swept through the room followed by a smattering of applause.
“In case any of you have any doubt of the efficacy of the methods taught here, I hope those doubts will be allayed once you have seen that I am in fact ready to practice that which I teach, upon my future wife.”
Priscilla heard another murmur and looked up to see the men nodding their agreement. As she met eyes with some of them, her shame only intensified. They were all well clad in fine suits. Some wore glasses, all had mustaches or beards. Seeing them looking at her, she only felt more naked.
“Very well, let’s begin!” the doctor ordered from behind her. She turned to watch him approaching. He was so much different now than when they had been alone, his tone much more professorial and authoritarian. She wasn’t sure whether it was her imagination or if it was actually true, but he even seemed to look at her differently. She longed for the warmth of her papa.
“Mount the table, please!” he ordered, indicating the stool she was to use to climb onto the thing.
“Papa,” she whispered at him, hoping for some reassurance and trying not to let the others hear.
His hand landed on the round of her rump almost immediately. One quick smack, followed by another on her other cheek. Realizing she was going to get nowhere trying to appeal to his softer side, she scrambled onto the stool and up onto the table above.
“You must know,” the doctor began speaking to his pupils, “she has had no formal training yet besides the examination that was performed upon her acceptance to the institution. Today, we will begin by teaching her the proper presenting position, as well as introducing the first plug.”
Priscilla, who had tried to wrap herself up into a tight little ball on the table, now felt more exposed than ever.
“Come, my little Priscilla,” he said, turning to her, a certain warmth having returned to his voice. “Onto your hands and knees.” Putting a hand under her arm, he helped her turn her body until her knees were under her and she was holding herself up with her hands. But she simply could not bring herself to push her rear into the air and expose her most intimate places to the whole room.
“Papa,” she hissed, red-faced and trying to hide behind him. “I can’t!”
“Nonsense, Priscilla,” he countered, his brow furrowing again. “Just be a brave girl the way you were in the hall. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Come now, up you go!”
Priscilla felt herself being lifted from the table and turned so her body was parallel to the length of it. All the muscles in her middle squeezed as she tried in vain to hide her soft parts from the eyes of the men. But it was of no use. A moment later, her soft, already moist pussy and her tight rear hole were pointed directly at them and she felt her face burning even redder in shame.
“There we are,” she heard him say behind her. Curiosity got the better of her and she looked around to see him standing, pointing the switch he’d used the night before toward her two soft holes. “You’ll notice, gentlemen, that there are already the signs of arousal present.”
Her jaw tightened and she sucked in a breath as she felt the firm end of the switch touching her soft outer lips. He was using it as a pointer and she was the subject! She felt like an animal, put on display for a class at the veterinary institute. Even worse, as soon as she realized what was happening, she felt another blush of shame push more fluids from her body.
“There we are,” the doctor said as soon as he saw the evidence of her arousal surface from within. “We have an arousal reaction already. You will find that the subject responds quite well to correction, in fact she finds it arousing as well.”
Priscilla yelped as the switch that he’d used to point at her now connected firmly with her backside. Despite the pain, she fell into submission much more easily this time and for a moment almost found the feeling of the switch on her rear pleasurable. She soon realized that the sensation had made her wetter still. The spanking stopped.
“You will notice,” the doctor continued his lecture, “her arousal has increased at the correction.”
Priscilla felt her papa’s firm hand rest gently on her reddened rear. He pried her apart slowly, teasing the soaked lips open until she felt the cool air of the room against the softness of her opening.
“The easiest and surest way to begin any young woman’s training is to entice her with her own pleasure,” the deep voice boomed behind her. She trembled slightly as his finger pressed against her, then slid down the length of her slit and came to rest on the tight bundle of pleasure at the top of it.
“Oh, doctor…” The words slipped past her lips before she could catch them and she began to burn red again at her utterance.
He petted her gently in reassurance as two of his fingers began to massage the delicate nub of flesh on which they were resting.
Priscilla moaned, her body rearing onto his hand in excitement at the coming pleasure. The fact that she was in a room, being watched by strange men, blurred as all thoughts drifted to her core. A sharp sting of the switch on her rear burst through the fog and caused her to yell in surprise.
“It is important,” the doctor began speaking once more, “that even when rewarding or coaxing with pleasure, the woman be assured that she is not in control.” His fingers pressed more firmly onto her and she shook a little and moaned again at the sudden swell of gratification. “James, the first implement, please.”
She opened her eyes and swung her head back at hearing the words. A young man was walking briskly to the chest of drawers. Opening one, he pulled from it a tapered rod, very similar in shape to that which she’d seen put inside of Mary, but somewhat thinner. The doctor’s fingers began to move much faster now and though she wanted to watch, she found the pleasure flowing from his touch far too arousing to think of anything else.
“Now that our subject has become sufficiently aroused, you will see that she responds far more easily to all suggestions.”
With his fingers still moving across her flesh, causing the orb of ecstasy inside her to throb, Priscilla felt what she assumed must be the tip of the implement as it touched her softness.
“Oh, doctor!” she moaned again as the ache inside came to be almost unbearable. “Please…” she whimpered, once again trying to move back and onto the thing. Some instinct, some indescribable need seemed to be pressing on her from the inside and causing her body to react this way. Another sharp snap of the switch quelled it, but only for a moment and she was left to fight against it herself.
“As you can see,” she heard her papa say, “the woman will try to take pleasure for herself. That inclination is to be quickly extinguished. Not only so that dominance can be established, but so that there is no question to whom she must turn for all her needs.”
As he spoke, Priscilla felt the plug move up the length of her cleft. She felt the thing graze along the delicate skin that separated her two holes, then finally felt the tip of it pressed against her rear hole. Priscilla’s face burned in a blush as her shame seemed to reach a climax she’d never known. Now she was to be the subject of everyone’s curiosity, just as Mary had been. She was the one up on the table now, with her rear high in the air, a roomful of doctors staring at what just a few days prior no one had seen before. And now the man who made her feel so safe, so warm and so loved, was about to press inside her this foreign body in front of them all.
Just as she thought the pain might be too much, as she began to contemplate the possibility of jumping from the table and hiding in the corner, the
doctor’s expert fingers began to move even more quickly between her thighs.
“Oh!” she cried at the pleasure the increased tempo brought. All thoughts shot once again to her core, the warm glowing ball of pleasure growing ever larger. The doctor pushed and she felt the implement begin to spread her hole. Her eyes opened and her body tensed and shook. The pace between her legs was quickened yet again and now the stretching pressure at her backside twisted with the pleasure at her sex in a braid of fog that in turn twisted through her and swallowed her in its silent mist.
“Ooooohhhhh…” The moaning, mewling sound had come from her lips but she was far too lost in what was happening to her body to notice or care. As the feeling inside her grew, its tendrils reaching every farthest part of her, Priscilla conceded the struggle to stay still and began to sway back and forth upon the doctor’s hand. Though she expected it, there was no swift reprimand this time. Instead, the pressure inside her grew as the plug was inserted to its full depth.
As she felt the last of the plug move in, everything seemed to shift into perfect position. Her legs began to quake and quiver, and she let out another wailing moan. The sound was met with the sound of the doctor’s wet fingers sliding along her own soaked flesh. With one eye she caught sight of the men staring at her, her incredible humiliation, and that became the blade that sliced her pleasure open. It filled her, shook her, and made her cry a noise she’d never cried before.
She was still moving back and forth, her body trembling, as her mind regained its thoughts. The doctor’s hand was still moving, slick across her middle, but more gentle now. He let her fall slowly back into the moment before his motion finally stopped and she heard him step back. The realization there was something inside her now that hadn’t been there before made her begin to blush again and she turned toward the wall to try to hide her shame.
“That ends the lesson of the first implement. We will meet tomorrow once again. Good day to you all.”
The room erupted into eager applause. Priscilla realized it was not for her but nevertheless took some pride in her complicity at having caused it. As the men shuffled toward the door, she felt warmth of his hand on her rear again. Closing her eyes, she let her mind think of only that. No matter what shame she was forced to endure, she would gladly do so for just another chance to feel his touch.
Chapter Ten
Priscilla couldn’t help but admire herself as she stood in front of the long mirror waiting for Nurse Stanwick to finish buttoning the beautiful white dress. The nurse caught her eye in the mirror for a moment and a smile crept across her lips, possibly the first Priscilla had seen.
“You do look a fine sight, Priscilla,” Nurse Stanwick commented.
“Thank you,” Priscilla replied, pleased at the compliment.
“I must say you’ve come such a long way with the doctor’s help.”
Priscilla’s smile widened at just the mention of him and she looked down at the floor as she felt a blush come to her cheeks. “Thank you,” she repeated.
A funny feeling rose inside her, however. As the nurse continued to smooth the soft folds of the dress, the dark thought rose until it was occupying almost all of Priscilla’s mind.
“Do you think he’ll still… keep me in this way? Once we’re married?” she asked quietly.
Nurse Stanwick stopped what she was doing and looked at Priscilla’s reflection in the mirror. “What do you mean, child?” she puzzled.
“I mean, will he want me to still be his little girl?”
The nurse scowled. “I suppose that’s up to Doctor Preston although knowing him I’m sure you’ll have a say in it. Why? Is something wrong?”
“No, no!” Priscilla responded quickly, forcing a laugh. “Of course not. I was just… curious.”
Nurse Stanwick resumed her fretting about the dress. Priscilla sank back into her thoughts.
As much as she loved being the doctor’s little girl, as much as she loved the feeling of his complete guidance in every aspect of her life, there was some part of her that felt like she might be giving something up. It was one thing to submit to a man for a few weeks, in order for him to administer the necessary corrections. It was another thing entirely to do it for the rest of one’s life, as she was about to do now…
There was a knock at the door.
“Who is it?” Nurse Stanwick called out.
“It is I,” Doctor Preston said, opening the door and stepping inside.
“But doctor!” the nurse said, flinging herself in front of him. “You are not to see your bride on the wedding day!”
The doctor scowled and brushed her aside, despite her protests. “Nonsense. Superstitious nonsense.” As the nurse moved out of the way, Priscilla met his gaze and the two of them stood staring into each other’s eyes, oblivious to her fretting.
“Nurse. Leave us for a moment,” the doctor ordered. Priscilla watched the nurse leave in a huff, presumably upset by the lack of adherence to proper wedding day protocol. Even after she’d closed the door, Priscilla turned to see the doctor still staring at her intensely. “You are a beautiful woman, Priscilla. You look even more beautiful today than any day I’ve seen you since we met.”
“Thank you, papa,” Priscilla answered, a fresh blush of red warming her cheeks again. She looked down at the floor, unable to hold his gaze.
“There’s something wrong though, isn’t there?”
“What do you mean?” Priscilla asked.
“Your eyes,” the doctor replied, “they look sad.”
Priscilla took a deep breath and looked up at him. “Will it still be like this? After we’re married?”
Concern clouded his expression as he stepped forward and touched her arm. “What do you mean? Between us?”
“I mean, will I still be required,” Priscilla had to swallow after saying the word, “to be your little girl? To treat you as my papa?”
She could barely bring herself to keep looking at him. By the way his face changed it seemed the very question itself had brought him great disappointment. He thought for a moment, his eyes staring at her, then through her, then out somewhere else entirely, as if he were looking a great distance.
When he finally looked at her again, the worry hadn’t entirely left his face.
“Of course if it’s not what you wish, I won’t make you do it. It’s one thing to train a young lady to be a woman. It’s another when that woman is your wife.”
Priscilla felt the strange sensation of a weight being lifted while another took its place. She felt a happiness that he had listened and heard her concern. Yet the whole thing didn’t feel entirely resolved. A slight sinking feeling took hold of Priscilla but she did her best not to let it show.
“It’s just that…”
“Go on,” he urged.
“Well, I will be your wife and I thought as such it would be best if we acted as man and wife.”
Priscilla puffed out her chest as she said it, even though tears strained to burst from her eyes. She herself was not sure of why she was doing it. It was an impulse she couldn’t explain. A part of her wanted to throw it all away, tell him to forget she’d said anything. The stubborn girl she’d been before wouldn’t let her, though.
Even as he looked at her in puzzlement, she bit her lip and swelled with a pride that wouldn’t let her recant.
“Very well,” he said finally. “You may call me husband, or simply Charles and I will call you by your given name, Priscilla.”
Priscilla gave a smug nod. “As you wish, Charles,” she said. His name felt foreign on her lips. She didn’t know if she liked it that way at all.
“Is something still wrong, my dear?” she heard him ask as he put a hand on her arm. She looked up, straining to keep the tears from her eyes.
“No. Nothing at all,” she lied.
He looked unconvinced but pulled her close in an embrace.
Priscilla breathed in the scent of him and put her cheek on his firm chest. It was the strangest thing, the
feeling that had overcome her. Why should she be sad? It didn’t make any sense. She was a grown woman and her husband-to-be had told her she could be treated as such. It seemed absurd that anyone should be upset about such a thing. But she couldn’t help the sadness that now welled inside her chest.
Closing her eyes, she breathed in his masculine scent again.
“My Priscilla,” he said, putting a finger on her cheek and making her look up into his eyes. “You know I shall always love you, don’t you? You know this changes nothing about how I feel about you?”
“I know. I know that,” she replied, unable to stifle the single tear that she felt rolling down her cheek.
“Then what is it?”
“It’s nothing. Really. Please don’t be concerned.” She smiled, but she knew he knew it was just spoken to appease him.
“I shall be concerned, as it is my right to be when I see that something is not right with my wife.”
His words filled her with warmth. It would take some time, certainly, but she would come to get used to this new arrangement. She was sure of it. Pressing her head back against his chest, she closed her eyes and held onto him tightly. After some time, she felt him pulling her gently off.
“Come,” he said, stepping toward the door. “I have a surprise for you.”
Wiping at her nose with a kerchief, Priscilla allowed herself to be led to the door. He opened it, revealing the woman who was waiting outside.
Her aunt Patricia’s mouth fell open and she clapped her hands together as their eyes met. “Doctor!” she cried, stepping through the door and into the room with them. “I can’t believe it! You’ve performed a miracle!”
Even Priscilla couldn’t help but chuckle at her aunt’s astonishment. “Hello, Aunt Patricia. It’s lovely to see you again.”
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