by Tamsin Taite
“Does that hurt?” he asked.
She shook her head, mesmerized by the movement of his hands.
“What was that, dear? I couldn’t hear you.”
His hands were paused now, gripping her breasts lightly, and then he ran his thumbs over her nipples, flicking them teasingly. A strangled, “No,” was all she could manage. It felt like magic when he did that, but she was frightened to look at his face.
“No what?”
She looked up at him, confused, but his attention seemed to be fixed on his thumbs twitching over her nipples, back and forth, repeatedly.
“No, it doesn’t hurt.”
“Thank you,” he said genially, “it’s much more helpful when you give complete answers.”
“And now?”
Suddenly his finger clamped down on her nipples, pinching them with a vise-like grip.
“Ooo! That hurts!” Her hands instinctively came up towards his as tears formed in her eyes.
“Put you arms down at your sides immediately,” he demanded sternly.
Whether from the shock of his action or his change in tone Virginia obeyed instantly, her only protest a small whimper. He held them a few seconds longer while the young girl looked miserably downwards. When he let go she brought her hands up to rub away the ache left behind, not caring that he was watching her.
“Oh Ginnie,” he sighed, “now we’ll have to start again.” Before she could protest he pinched her nipples a second time.
“Please Dr. Talbot,” she asked, daring another glance up at him, “let go.” This time he met her eyes.
“You cannot keep interfering with my tests,” Dr. Talbot said, his voice betraying an edge of exasperation. He kept a steady pressure on her nipples and she was sure he was pinching her for much longer than last time. She flushed under his steady gaze and moaned slightly, desperate for him to stop but knowing she mustn’t ask again.
“I’m sorry sir,” she said softly, hoping to mollify him. Very soon after he did let go and she breathed a sigh of relief.
“Does that feel better or worse?”
“Better? It hurts when you pinch them,” she answered, wondering how it could be otherwise, “and feels better when you let go.”
“Yes, but what, precisely, does it feel like now?”
She wrinkled her brow, pondering how she might describe things politely. Looking helplessly at her breasts she flushed as she fully considered everything she was feeling right now. They ached but it was mixed with something else, almost a feeling of gratification and a desire to have them touched again. “They ache.”
“And if I were to rub them as you tried to? Would that help?”
Virginia blinked rapidly, thinking of how they had felt when he had run his thumbs over them, but uncertain that it would be proper. “Maybe,” she answered cautiously.
“Would you like me to make you feel better?”
She nodded, her eyes still cast downwards, but after several long moments of no response from him she looked up. He regarded her expectantly and nodded encouragingly when her eyes met his.
“Yes, please,” her voice shook.
His hands travelled back to her breasts, which he massaged gently before giving his full attention to her nipples. He rolled them between his fingers and then pulled back to a lighter touch. They barely grazed the tips of his fingers and Virginia panted, arching her chest forward. She hoped that he would bring his hands back and touch her more firmly, but instead he stepped back, suddenly businesslike again.
“This next part of the examination I will be carrying out manually, rather than have you lower your drawers,” Dr. Talbot announced. “I would do anything,” he added with a gentle smile, “to avoid offending or harming your modesty.”
For lack of any better response, Virginia nodded at this ridiculous assertion. Her thoughts were elsewhere, worrying about the growing sensations from beneath her drawers. She had become increasingly aware of a prickling sensation down there that she instinctively knew ought to be hidden. But would a doctor be able to tell?
He knelt in front of her and began feeling his way up her legs, massaging and kneading her calves, then knees, then thighs. His touch flared up the strange excitement that had been rising inside her, coalescing somewhere in her belly. As his hands came nearer and nearer to her cunny the tingling increased and she found herself trembling slightly.
Virginia felt almost as though she wanted him to touch her there, but when she felt his hand brush against her curls there she drew back automatically. “Keep still,” the doctor commanded. “Perhaps you should part your legs a bit more, to help you balance?”
His hands pressed against her inner thighs and Virginia widened her stance. Her stomach fluttered with a mixture of anxiety and longing, until finally his hands reached her sex again and Virginia let out a strangled moan, half desire and half distress, but she made no move to stop him, or even to close her legs. A solitary finger slid along her slit, driving every thought from her mind.
“Hmmm,” Dr. Talbot said, looking up at her, “you’re very, very wet.”
She looked down into his steely eyes, the momentary blankness of her mind giving way to awareness that this moisture, which she had hardly noticed before, was somehow giving away her most shameful secrets. The finger stroked her again, delving deeper this time.
Virginia had touched herself there before but had never allowed it to pass a softly pleasing languor. The few times she’d taken it any further the intensity of the feelings it stirred had frightened her and she’d always stopped. But now, with Dr. Talbot caressing her there, she surrendered to the waves of pleasure as they grew in strength.
Dr. Talbot watched her face relax and her mouth fall slack, panting in response to his strokes. She had closed her pale blue eyes and now moved her hips back and forth gingerly. He speared a finger into her tight sheath and her eyes shot open, meeting his. He pumped into her twice more and then pulled his hand away.
Standing, he said, “I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to remove your drawers, so I can get a better look at this moisture.”
Virginia crimsoned as Julia approached and Dr. Talbot stepped aside. They were each on one side of her, trapping her should she try to fight, but she only stood submissively and watched as Julia loosened the drawstring at her waist. When her final garment fell to the ground she quickly moved her hands to cover herself, staring down at the linen pooled at her feet.
But even totally naked, looking down in defeat, she found that she had further to descend as Julia’s face came into view below her. The maid watched Virginia’s face avidly as she gathered up the fabric, indicating with her hands that Virginia should bring up each foot in turn. With the maid’s eyes on her, Virginia felt a wave of heat wash through her belly and her sex clenched around nothing.
“Uncover yourself, girl, don’t be silly,” Dr. Talbot ordered sharply.
Her hands parted hesitantly. By now her humiliation had less to do with the fact that she was stark naked in front of others and more to do with how much it thrilled her. She desperately needed him to touch her again and nothing could chase that thought from her mind.
Once again Dr. Talbot knelt down before her and reached up. Virginia bit her lip and waited but instead of rubbing her as he had before he grasped her outer lips and spread them apart. He moved his face up closer, so she could feel his breath on her, and it was all she could do not to cry out with need. But still he didn’t resume stroking her and instead rose up again.
“Just to be sure everything is as it should be I’ll need some instruments to allow me to stimulate both areas at once,” he informed her.
“Both areas?” Virginia guessed immediately that he meant both her cunny and her breasts, but wasn’t sure it would be proper to let on. She felt there was some sort of string connecting the two, when one was touched the other throbbed in reply.
He reached into his bag and drew out two metal objects that flashed briefly in the dim sunlight, too small for
her to get a good look at. “It’s very important you stay absolutely still,” he said seriously. “In fact, perhaps you ought to bring your hands up behind your neck.”
Virginia moved her arms as he directed, spreading her elbows apart when he told her to. Her chest was thrust further forward and she was briefly aware of how wantonly displayed she was, though it hardly seemed to matter through the urgency of her arousal. With his free hand he reached for her nipple and Virginia found herself moving imperceptibly forward.
“This will pinch,” he warned, and then he slipped one of the devices over the nipple he was holding. Virginia was surprised to feel that while it pinched the pain wasn’t too bad. But then Dr. Talbot reached down and adjusted it tighter so she was hit with a much sharper sting. She clutched her fingers to the back of her neck to prevent herself from reaching down but made no sound beyond a low hiss.
“Very good, Ginnie.”
He took her other nipple between his fingers and rolled it back and forth a couple of times.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
She nodded readily; the waiting was excruciating. But the pain didn’t come, instead he stroked her nipple a little more gently. The pain on her other side had begun to fade a bit, though it still stung terribly. He waited, looking down at her tormented face, enjoying her fearful anticipation.
“Poor dear. This must be hard for you.”
Virginia felt herself relaxing a touch and wondered for a moment if he might have changed his mind about the necessity of this. At the same time his finger on her unclamped nipple had grown quite light and teasing. She could use just a bit more pressure there and had unconsciously started rocking forward a bit to try and make more contact.
He slipped the second clamp on and she moaned lightly. It almost felt nice after the wait. “Maybe you don’t need to tighten it,” she said quietly, even as he was already adjusting it.
With both of them tightened, she longed to reach down and remove them, or do something to alleviate the pain. But even more she longed to reach down further, to her throbbing quim. He stepped beside her and placed a hand on the small of her back while the other traced lazily across her front, slowly moving lower and lower. She moaned and raised her hips when he finally made contact with her sex. The thrill that radiated out from her core more than made up for the increased pain she felt in her nipples when she moved, causing her breasts to sway.
Through half-lidded eyes she saw Julia move in front of her to get a better view. Virginia cringed and hunched her shoulders slightly, as if that would hide anything while she stood with her legs and arms spread widely. Dr. Talbot tapped her on her upper back, letting her know he had noticed her movement and Virginia straightened, pushing her chest forward. She hated that Julia was openly watching her like this, but she didn’t dare do anything that would cause Dr. Talbot to stop.
She was sopping wet after all the teasing and when he pushed a finger against her glistening entrance, it slid in easily. He stroked it in and out and then joined it with another, causing Virginia to moan again and rock her hips forward. She began moving along with him, the pain from her breasts mingling with the bliss she was experiencing.
While his fingers worked in and out of her virgin hole, Dr. Talbot’s thumb slid up along her womanhood, sometimes running over the little pearl at the top and making Virginia buck onto his fingers harder. The doctor moved behind her, still pumping in and out and brought his free hand up to her chest, first releasing one clamp, and then the other. Virginia’s eyes sprang open and she cried out in pain as the blood rushed back. But again the pain mixed in with the pleasure and was joined by the fresh wave of humiliation that gripped her as her eyes met Julia’s.
It was all too much and she arched into Dr. Talbot’s fingers. Her legs tightened and trembled as her climax burst through her. It felt as though a wash of heat were spilling over her limbs and her hands moved from behind her neck to clutch at Dr. Talbot’s arms. She was moaning loudly, her sex spasming around his fingers, and might have toppled over if he hadn’t been holding her up.
When she finally went limp Dr. Talbot cooed in her ear that she was a good girl and had done very well. Then he brought his fingers up from her quim and held them in front of her mouth.
“Open up, my good girl, and clean them.”
Virginia twisted her head back but couldn’t quite see his face.
“What?” she asked incredulously.
“It’s only tasting yourself,” he said, “what could be untoward in that?”
She still stared in shock at the hand hovering right by her mouth. Perhaps nobody had specifically told her that tasting her own juices was wrong, but she certainly felt that it must be.
“Miss Ashby,” he said, and she cringed in consternation at the tone of his voice. He appeared to be quite serious that she open her mouth, though she could hardly imagine what medical necessity this had. He watched over her shoulder as her lips parted minutely and marveled at how far she had come. After enjoying a moment’s triumph he slipped his two fingers in.
“Suck on them, Virginia.”
She suckled lightly while he watched with rapt attention. The cream that coated his fingers had a strange, musky taste, both sweet and sour at the same time. She ran her tongue along them carefully, at first hoping he would remove them quickly but soon accepting that wasn’t likely.
Dr. Talbot stared at her hotly, imagining it was his cock that she was timidly exploring with her mouth. But he knew he needed to move slowly and carefully lest she rebel and confess everything to her aunt. He consoled himself by pushing his fingers deeper and deeper into her mouth, pressing them roughly along her tongue and sending them deep enough for her to gag once or twice.
“Splendid, splendid. Now we’ll get you washed up.”
Virginia nodded vaguely. The afterglow of her orgasm was fading and she would be more than happy to get dressed and go upstairs to wash. As the seconds ticked by and she got further from her orgasm, Virginia became more and more aware of how she had debased herself in front of him and Julia. However instead of being handed back her clothing, she saw Julia approach with a washbasin and set it on the floor next to the desk. Dr. Talbot gestured towards the desk and Virginia shook her head urgently.
“I’ll go upstairs to wash, surely…I don’t need…”
“Don’t worry my dear, Julia will make sure you’re nice and clean.”
She felt that this was the too mortifying to allow. She argued against the necessity but Dr. Talbot silenced her, “Hygiene is most important and must always be attended to.”
“I can wash myself though.”
“Come Virginia,” he said, guiding her towards the desk, “let’s stop with arguing every little point. Bend forward and place your forearms on the desk.”
She only yielded when be began pushing on her back. When her elbows hit the surface he stopped applying pressure, but kept his hand in the middle of her back. Virginia stared straight ahead, vexed with herself for obeying him but at a loss for what else she might do.
She heard Julia rustling behind her and then felt the warm, wet cloth run up between her thighs.
“Spread your legs so Julia can reach properly.”
Virginia was trying to bring herself to do so when she felt a resounding smack on her bottom. She cried out at the stinging pain and looked up, but Dr. Talbot’s face held no mercy. When she still didn’t move he smacked her again, this time on the other cheek. She shuffled her legs apart a few inches.
“Wider, Virginia.”
She felt slighter slaps but this time on her thighs. Despite being lighter they stung more than the spanks on her bottom, causing her to wriggle and rock forward on her toes even as she obeyed his order. With a rush of consternation she realized that Julia must have delivered those last two slaps. It was bad enough being smacked like a child, but for a trusted servant she had grown up with to do so was doubly distressing.
Tears pricked her eyes as she felt the cloth return between her
legs. Julia’s hands were gentle but thorough, and if she had been able to forget her extreme mortification for a bit Virginia might have enjoyed Julia’s attentions.
“Well done Ginnie, now the only thing left is to take your temperature. Stay as you are.” Virginia had no idea why he wanted her bent over for this part but she was too fatigued to argue. In truth being washed by Julia had been soothing, although the chagrin she felt at being forced to allow it and then enjoying it disquieted her greatly.
Taking a small bottle of oil from his bag he poured a few drops over his first two fingers. Then he brought his finger to her bottom and stroked across her crinkled opening. Virginia jolted forward and began to stand upright but Dr. Talbot’s hand was soon pressing on her back again. When she didn’t yield to his downward pressure he began spanking her, even harder than he had before. For a moment she didn’t move, loath to push her bottom closer to her attacker, but then she submitted, thinking of how every other struggle against the doctor had ended.
Dr. Talbot didn’t stop spanking her right away, both because of the enjoyment it brought him and because he suspected she would need a bit more encouragement to hold her position in a moment.
“Ow! Please, I’ll stay still!” she cried out, trying her hardest to keep that promise as Dr. Talbot continued. As the pain of the swats increased, Virginia thought less and less about the embarrassment of displaying herself so Dr. Talbot could touch her so intimately. She couldn’t stop her hips from flinching forward whenever he drew back his hand, but she kept her feet in place and stayed bent over.
Satisfied that she would be more cooperative, Dr. Talbot ceased his spanking. He re-oiled his fingers and smiled when Virginia merely trembled the next time he touched her back passage. He circled it a few times and then began working one finger inside.
