Doing as I was told, I turned so I was lying on my stomach on the exam table.
“Good,” he said, rubbing my healed right leg up and down. He slowly lifted my hospital gown, causing me to become even more aroused.
“Oh!” I squealed as something cool was pushed into my bottom hole.
“Easy. I’m just taking your temperature.” He pushed the object farther in, until it was settled inside me. I felt highly embarrassed as I pictured how I must look. At the same time, I was very turned on. It was my fantasy come true, and I couldn’t wait to see what he was going to do next.
I stayed like that for almost five minutes before he finally pulled the thermometer out and said that everything was normal and that I could turn over.
I did, the crackling of paper filling the room as he pulled the blood pressure cuff off the wall. I tried to move the gown so he couldn’t see just how wet I was between my thighs.
He wrapped the cuff around my arm and began to squeeze it. I was silent as he filled the cuff with air and then let it go.
“Hmmm… it looks like your blood pressure is slightly elevated. Is something making you nervous?” he asked, eyeing me up and down as if he was a predator and I was his prey.
“No, sir,” I said as my nipples hardened and my pussy let out another gush of wetness.
He smiled a knowing smile and said, “Good. Now it’s time to test your reflexes.” He pulled out the normal mallet and tested my knees and my elbow like normal. Then he put the mallet down and said, “Now for this reflex, I have to get very close.” He moved near my ear and started to kiss right below it. As usual, my entire body shivered as my pussy let out another gush of wetness. I was so turned that I was tempted to ask him to just take me, but I wanted to see this fantasy through.
He pulled back and said, “It’s perfect. Now if you could lie back, please. It’s time for your breast exam.”
“Yes, sir,” I said before lying back against the table. He slowly opened my gown to reveal my swollen breasts and beaded nipples.
“These look good. They feel good too.” He took one breast into each hand and gave them a squeeze. “Let’s see how your nipples are.” He flicked each of them, making me cry out as what felt like electricity went through my body and straight to my groin.
“Very responsive,” he murmured as he continued to torture me with knowing fingers. He pulled, twisted, and even suckled my nipples for a while. By the time he stopped, I was a panting ball of need.
“Okay. Your breasts are perfectly healthy. Now it’s time for your vaginal exam.”
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.
He pulled out the stirrups and guided my legs onto them. Then he reached for the light and shined it right on my drenched pussy.
“You’re pussy is soaked,” he said. When I didn’t respond, he said, “What did I tell you about answering me?”
“Sorry, sir. Yes, it is, sir.” Another gush of wetness flooded my pussy. This was turning me on so much.
“Yes sir… what is?”
“Yes, sir. My pussy is… soaked.” I could feel the embarrassment coursing through me, yet I also felt so turned on.
“We’ll have to see how responsive you are down here.”
I closed my eyes, not sure if I could take much more.
Then I felt something hard against my labia. It moved slowly up until it was finally on my clit. Then it began to vibrate.
“Oh my gosh!” I practically jumped off the table as the vibrations continued.
“Very responsive. Let’s see what else we can do. No matter what, I do not want you moving or else you’ll be in trouble.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, right before the vibrations doubled on my swollen bundle of nerves and something was shoved into my pussy. I couldn’t help my scream as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. It felt incredible. I had never experienced an orgasm so intense.
As I was coming down from the high, Robert said, “Tsk, tsk. I told you not to move, Juliana. Now you need to be punished.”
He helped me sit up and he pushed the stirrups in and moved the light away. “Stand up and lean over the table.”
I did as I was told with his help.
“Now, Juliana, I’m going to show you how a pleasurable spanking will feel.” He didn’t give me time to process this before his assault on my bottom began.
Smack! “You must listen to me.”
The burning heat of the smacks were spreading across my bottom. But this time the heat went to my pussy and shockingly had me getting wet again.
Smack! “You will stay still when I tell you to.”
Each set of spanks was building into an intense need to come again. I had never felt like this before.
Smack! “I. Want. You. To. Come,” he gritted, and then I was engulfed into yet another orgasm, my limbs turning into jelly.
Just as I was coming down from the aftershocks, I heard the rip of a condom, and seconds later, Robert was taking me from behind. He was playing with my breasts and pulling my hair back hard so that I was looking up at him as he kissed me.
He continued to thrust in and out of me. “Come, Juliana! Come now!” he commanded, temporally breaking our kiss.
As I felt the first wave of pleasure wash over me, his arms tightened around me as he groaned and came.
The orgasm was so intense that black dots were on the outline of my vision. I was afraid I was going to black out, but I couldn’t stop the sensations. I closed my eyes and just let them take control.
I opened my eyes again a few minutes later, to see that Robert was lying on the exam table with me on top of him. I couldn’t believe how incredible playing out my fantasy had been. Guess, Samantha was right—a spanking can feel good, I thought as I looked up at Robert.
“Glad to see you’re back, baby. I thought I might have been a little too hard on you.” He smiled, but his eyes showed his concern.
“No. That was perfect. But I don’t think I can move.”
He smiled like he’d just won the World Series. “That’s okay. We can lie here for a few minutes. After that, if you still can’t move, I’ll take care of you, baby girl.”
I gazed into his eyes. “I love you, Robert. Thank you for not giving up on me, even when I’d given up on myself.”
“No problem, baby girl. I love you too.” He leaned down and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.
He pulled back and I sighed happily. I snuggled closer to his chest, happy I had finally found the man of my dreams.
The End
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Little Samantha’s Choice
After twenty-five-year-old Samantha Briggs leaves an initially minor sickness untreated, the illness worsens quickly and she ends up feverishly sleeping the weekend away. Her husband, Jackson, stays by her side and sees to all of her needs. But when she wakes up wearing a diaper and footie pajamas, she is furious. Jackson apologizes, but he does admit that he has always yearned to care for Samantha like a loving daddy.
Samantha is shaken by this revelation, but after some reading and some thinking, she agrees to tr
y being Jackson’s little girl. She soon finds herself happily immersed in a land of games, dolls, bedtime stories, and her daddy’s loving care for her every need. She isn’t sure how she feels about wearing a diaper, and she definitely doesn’t like the spankings she gets when she’s naughty, but the peaceful surrender that comes with being her daddy’s little girl makes her feel as though every stressful part of her life has been erased.
Samantha and Jackson fall into a routine: she is an adult on the weekdays, and a little girl—and sometimes a baby—on the weekends. But when she slips up and embarrasses herself by behaving childishly during a stressful morning at work, she reconsiders their new relationship. Will she give up the lifestyle she’s grown to love so much, or can she come to accept that there is nothing wrong with choosing to be her daddy’s little girl?
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Epilogue
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