Enrolling Little Etta

by Alta Hensley

  Philip stood beside the gray-haired, crooked-nosed doctor, going over some notes. Phillip was a few inches taller than the plump man with the stethoscope. With Philip's broad shoulders and strong posture, Etta found it impossible to turn away. No doubt he was handsome, with his striking features, eyes as blue as the sea, and hair as thick and dark like the night, but there was something she found captivating in the way he spoke quietly, leaning in and tilting his head down slightly to speak to the doctor. It was the intimacy of the gesture, the desire she felt to be on the other end, to be given that type of attention. Were they talking about her? She had not seen a doctor in years, except when one had come to visit in regards to her father. Her own health seemed to be above average. She rarely got ill, but that had probably been because she was not ever in contact with anyone.

  "Come inside, have a seat," Papa said. He patted the examination table.

  Chewing her bottom lip nervously, Etta climbed atop the table, her legs dangling off. "Why am I here? I am not sick."

  "Doctor Colt works with all the students at Ashby," Papa said. "His job is to make sure they are all in good health. He is going to do an examination on you today."

  It was not a question. Etta did not seem to have a choice. "What kind of examination?" She remembered her father's doctor listening to his heart and ailing lungs.

  "Doctor Colt is going to check your temperature, make sure your heart and lungs are strong, and that everything is working as it should be."

  "All right." That did not sound so terrible.

  "He is also going to examine you to make sure that your virginity is still intact."

  Those words were enough encouragement to get Etta to bolt from the bed. "Mr. Hartley! I can assure you that is not necessary!"

  "Papa," he warned, giving her a look that told her not to cross him. "And you, my little love, will do as I say."

  "You mean he is going to look at me, down there?" Absolutely not. She had not agreed to anything of the sort. The very idea was humiliating and most scandalous!

  "Not just look, child. We need to make sure that everything works as it should," Papa said. "I would hate to have to discipline you for misbehavior right here in front of Dr. Colt, so please be a good girl, and do as the doctor says."

  Etta's heart felt as though it would beat outside of her chest. The small room was sweltering, and seeing as how it was situated in the middle of the chateau, there were no windows to let in any outside air. "It is hot in here." Her cheeks reddened and a sheen of sweat coated her skin from head to toe.

  "Why don't you lie down?" Doctor Colt suggested, extending the table so Etta could put her feet on it as well.

  "All right." With wide eyes, like that of a doe, she lay back, staring up at the ceiling. Her heart did not seem to be slowing but the nauseous pit in her stomach began to ease slightly, as did the intense heat from the room.

  "I know you may be nervous, and that is perfectly natural. Just try and relax," Doctor Colt said. "We have all the time in the world, child."

  She did not know if he was being condescending or if he was merely not in a rush with any other patients. As far as Etta knew, she was the newest and only student who had arrived within the last twenty-four hours.

  Slowly her heart eased up and her nerves, though still unsettled, felt a bit better. Papa stood beside her, his hand gently rubbing her arm, coaxing her to submission. "That is a good girl," he said, soothing her. He leaned down and softly kissed her forehead. "I am proud of you, my little love."

  "I am going to start with some simple tests, Etta. Do you think you can put this on for me?" It was an ugly piece of cloth that looked undoubtedly itchy. "I am going to step outside the room. Your papa is going to stay with you and help."

  Was that one of the tests? Seeing if Etta could follow directions and change into the horrible gown? She did not answer the doctor.

  He stepped out of the room and Papa glanced Etta over. "Are you going to obey, or do I need to call in Nanny Mae for help?"

  Etta's eyes widened. She knew if he had to bring in Nanny Mae, then she'd probably get her bottom smacked again.

  "I shall get changed."

  "Good." Papa helped her down from the table and waited for her to disrobe as he held the gown in his hands.

  "I need help with the dress. It is too tight to remove on my own."

  "Oh." He nodded and placed the gown onto the table. "Put your arms up."

  She did as instructed, and he reached down, lifting the dress up and over her head, helping her remove it.

  Etta stood in front of him in her stockings and bloomers, her perky breasts out on display. She covered herself, uncomfortable with his stare, not that he had not seen far more when he and Nanny Mae had shaved her.

  Papa took her hands, guiding them down to her sides. "I never want you to feel that you have to hide anything from me, Etta."

  His hands grazed her sides and then her hips, gently guiding her bloomers down to her feet.

  Etta slipped out of her shoes and then he skimmed down her stockings until she stood in front of him, naked.

  Papa turned around, reaching for the examination garment. "Put your hands in here," he said, guiding the gown on. In the back, it remained wide open, giving her an awful breeze on her red bottom. "I see you have had a bit of discipline today."

  Embarrassed, Etta averted his stare, her focus on the floor.

  Doctor Colt knocked on the door before reentering the examination room. "Climb back up on to the table, child."

  She wanted to remind the doctor that she was not a child, but with heavy resignation, she did as she was told. Sitting down was not the hard part. In fact, the beginning of the examination seemed quite easy as the doctor guided his stethoscope beneath the itchy material grazing her skin as he pressed it tightly to her chest.

  "Just breathe normally," the doctor said.

  She tried to breathe as she usually would, but her heart raced beyond recognition.

  Doctor Colt moved the stethoscope from her chest to her back. "Take a deep breath."

  Etta did as she was told, breathing in deeply.

  "Now let it out."

  She followed his instruction again.

  "Good." He nodded. "Your heart sounds good. I want to check your temperature. I need you to roll onto your stomach for me, Etta."

  Etta locked eyes with her papa.

  "Your papa is going to be right here," Doctor Colt reassured her. "Would you like it if he helped with the examination? Would that make it easier?"

  Nothing would make it easier, but at least he would not just be watching. "All right," Etta said. She trusted Papa not to hurt her.

  Papa Philip helped guide her onto her stomach and then ran his hand gently over her bottom. He separated her cheeks before plunging the thermometer into her rear.

  She shifted and struggled against the invasion, pushing it out as quickly as it went in.

  "Etta." Papa's voice held a warning note and he swatted her bottom hard. "Stop that!"

  The sting of his swat was far more painful than any of Nanny Mae's combined. Papa placed the thermometer at her puckered entrance once more and pushed it back in, holding it in place this time. For something so slim, its presence was quite obvious.

  Etta whimpered, trying not to fight him, and was relieved when he removed the thermometer and handed it to Doctor Colt. The doctor glanced at the glass tube. "It is slightly elevated but that is to be expected with her being so nervous. We should check it again tomorrow to make sure it is nothing else."

  Tomorrow? Etta had hoped this was a one-time occurrence. She did not want to visit the doctor again, ever. She moved to sit up, but the doctor gently held her shoulder.

  "Not yet," he said.

  She relaxed onto the table, unsure what was to come next. She tried not to focus on the fact that her bare bum was on full display to the two men.

  She looked over her shoulder and saw the doctor moisten his finger with some ointment before gliding it into he
r bottom, pushing past her pink pucker as he slid his single digit inside. She let out a small squeal at the invasion. Never before—until today—had she had anything, much less a finger, in her back entrance!

  "You should begin training this evening, but you will need to go slow. She is quite tight."

  Training? What could he possibly be talking about? Dr. Colt pumped his finger in and out a few times and made small circular motions inside, painfully stretching her tiny hole.

  "Oh, sir! Please make him stop!"

  Papa patted her bottom lightly. "Be a good girl, Etta. Your examination will end soon." His hand spread her cheeks further as it seemed to give him a better view. "Doctor, is it possible for her to take two of your fingers? Please try."

  Etta squealed when the doctor complied with Papa's request and attempted to add another. The stretching was too much, and she cried out even louder than before.

  "Please, sir! Please. I cannot!"

  The doctor paused, but Etta could see from the corner of her eye that Papa had nodded for him to continue—which he did. The second finger was added to the first, and Etta thought she could not endure another moment.

  "It is too much! Please remove your fingers," she pleaded as she wiggled her bottom, trying to break free from the intrusion. "It will tear me in half!"

  "Shh…" Papa soothed. "Your body will adapt. We have to get your bottom hole ready."

  "Ready?" She tried to move off the table, but Papa held her down firmly as Doctor Colt left his two fingers implanted deep within her back channel.

  "That is it, child," the doctor praised. "Your bottom is opening for me nicely. If you look closely, Mr. Hartley, you will see how her tiny hole is allowing my fingers to enter, rather than just me pushing them in." His fingers went in deeper, and Etta moaned. "Mr. Hartley, if you would be so kind to reach down and feel her cunny. See if any signs of arousal have occurred, would you?"

  Papa did as was asked, and lowered his hand and placed a fingertip to her pussy, which Etta already knew was wet. Her body was clearly betraying her, and she could do nothing more but groan in humiliation as Philip swiped his finger along her folds, collecting her juices.

  He removed his hand, brought it to his nose and inhaled. "Yes, Doctor Colt, I believe she is quite aroused."

  Heat washed over Etta to the point where she almost felt faint. Doctor Colt began to move his two fingers in and out of her bottom, and Etta couldn't help but moan with a mix of pleasure and pain.

  Etta felt restless and was confused that she felt disappointment rather than relief when the doctor removed his fingers and washed his hands. Could the worst of it be over? Maybe the exam was done?

  "Roll over, Etta." She awkwardly rolled onto her back, feeling two sets of eyes staring at her as she did so.

  Papa stepped closer, taking her hand, showing her that he was not going anywhere.

  The doctor gently guided her gown down, getting an eyeful of her breasts as his fingers moved over the mounds and gently pinched a nipple, watching it harden under his touch. "She has a good reaction. Very healthy," the doctor said. "Would you like to try?"

  Without hesitation, Papa's hands caressed her breasts, sending a tingle of warmth down between her thighs. Her breathing deepened, each breath slower as she grew more aroused from his touch. His fingers moved down to her stomach, grazing over soft skin before the gown was slipped back over her shoulders.

  "I need you to scoot to the bottom of the table," Doctor Colt said.

  Etta inched forward, her rear feeling as though she'd fall off at any moment. She kept her legs clamped shut.

  "I would like to examine her," Papa said.

  "I think it is a good idea for Papa to help. Perhaps you could get her to relax," the doctor said. "It will make it far less painful."

  "Look at me," Papa said, his voice stern, his eyes on Etta the entire time. "What do you call me?"

  "Papa," she said, knowing the name he preferred to be called.

  "Tell me what you want, child."

  She wanted to be done with the exam and the room, but another part of her throbbed to be touched. He had grazed her quim and caressed her breasts, paying attention to her like the adult she was, and she craved more from him.

  "I want to please you, Papa."

  It was exactly what he needed to hear.

  "Good," he said. His eyes crinkled with warmth and a smile met his lips. "I need you to relax and do as I say. All right?"

  Etta nodded vigorously. Anything to make the exam end.

  "Spread your legs wide, Etta." He guided her thighs apart, getting a nice look at her quim, which was now bare, soft, and silky.

  She closed her eyes, feeling his touch as he drew a finger between her folds, separating them.

  "She is already very wet," the doctor said.

  Etta knew that glistening juices spilled from her cunny as her papa barely touched her. Did he know that he was doing this to her?

  "Touch her clit. We want to see if you get the desired reaction," Doctor Colt said.

  Papa drew his thumb up to her bead, gently circling the hood as it swelled, showing itself to him. "How does that feel?" he asked.

  "Really good," she breathed, knowing she needed to be honest. The room felt as though the heat had risen significantly as he pulled his finger from her clit and then stroked her labia, guiding his digits to her entrance.

  "Tell me if it hurts," Papa said, sliding a single finger inside her pussy.

  She shifted slightly, not from being uncomfortable, but from the desire to feel more, she needed more inside her. No one had ever touched her the way he was doing right now.

  "It does not, Papa." She knew he liked to be called that, and she was trying to please him as he did the same for her.

  "Good, child. I want you to relax," he said, and guided his finger out, coated in juices before he dipped two fingers inside her virginal cunny. "How is that?"

  She squirmed from the fullness. "Nice," she moaned, her eyes staring deep into his. Did he know what he was doing to her? He made her feel as though her world were on fire. He stroked her insides, thrust his fingers in and out as his thumb grazed her clit.

  Etta shuddered on the table, wetness seeping between her thighs as her insides clenched down, grasping onto his digits. Her toes curled and heart slammed against her chest as he brought her over the edge toward oblivion.

  Gradually his movements slowed before pulling his fingers from her quim. "She is still intact," he said.

  Etta closed her eyes, not caring what they were talking about. Her cheeks were red, the room still hot, and her body was covered in a soft pink flush.

  "I suggest you get her dressed and put her to bed. She could do with a nap after the day she has had," the doctor said.

  Etta did not take naps, but she also did not see the point in arguing. The doctor left the room while Papa helped her put her bloomers on first, his fingers sliding up her legs until he reached her hips. He took a deep breath, backing up as he reached for her dress.

  "Lift your arms," he said, guiding the gown back down her body, trapping her breasts and squishing them tight with the material. "We shall leave your shoes and stockings off. Nanny Mae can help you back into those after your nap."

  Taking her hand, he led her out of the examining room and down the hall for the nursery.

  "Did I pass?" Etta asked.

  "What's that, child?"

  "Did I pass the exam?" she asked again.

  Papa laughed softly, kissing the side of her head. "Indeed, my little Etta, indeed."

  He walked her into her room and helped her to the bed. The curtains were shut and the bed turned down, ready for her to climb right in. Etta had not been afforded the luxury of napping since she was a child. With reserve, she climbed between the covers and let her papa cover her up.

  "Close your eyes," he said, rubbing her back in a soft soothing motion.

  The gesture felt warm and familiar, odd, considering no one had tended to her in years. She
had so many questions still, and yet his touch and the exhausting day she had had lulled her toward sleep.

  Papa bent down, kissing the top of her head. "Night, child." He quietly slipped from the nursery, closing the door behind him.

  Chapter X

  Philip's cock twitched in his trousers. He had sworn he would wait to touch her until she submitted entirely to him. The same rules he applied to the other papas of the school, he was applying to himself. Except he had broken his rule in helping with the doctor's examination and helping Nanny Mae shave Etta's cunny.

  He had not been able to stop himself from doing either, and when Doctor Colt had offered him the chance and opportunity to help, he found himself unable to say no. He did not want to, and by the looks of it, Etta had been glad of it as well. It had eased her mind, or so he thought, helping her relax for the internal exam.

  He shifted as he walked down the hall, trying to make himself more comfortable. It did not seem possible. He wanted to take her into his bed and find them both with sated passion, but it would have to wait. She needed to be ready in every way possible, both physically and mentally. He had never seen anyone take to it that quickly, and though she had impressed him with her eagerness to please him by calling him Papa, he also did not want to push things too quickly and scare her away. He needed to tread carefully.

  Wandering down the hall, he went to find Nanny Mae. Poking his head into each nursery, he spotted her with another little one.

  She sat with Gracie, reading her a story while she sucked on a bottle. Gracie's blonde hair reminded him at first glance of Etta, but he knew it was not her. Gracie was smaller in size and though they were about the same age, she looked much younger.