Obediently Yours

by Bella Jackson

  In my medical fetish fantasy journal assignment, I focused on those things that I know will get me hot and bothered. Daddy told me that the doctor will be asking me many embarrassing questions during the examination and I am to be completely honest and thorough in answering him. Daddy also told me that Dr. Candler will have complete control over the scene, even though Daddy will be right there with me. He told me to expect exactly what I want. An invasive, humiliating, and arousing fantasy lived out.

  When we arrive at the doctor’s office, I notice Daddy parks at the back of the building. Ours is the only car there, given it is a Friday night. Daddy helps me out of the car and quickly walks me through the door into what looks like a children’s doctor’s office. I look around nervously, grateful that the area is deserted. It is just Daddy and me here.

  So here we sit and wait for the doctor to come and get us. Daddy brings me over to a table that has books and toys on it. I look at the books and toys on the table and there is a part of me that feels utterly ridiculous. We are in a waiting room, custom designed for adult babies. It is in the back of the building. Daddy told me that Dr. Candler has a legitimate internal medicine practice during the week, but that he engages in the fetish scene on the weekends, so he converted two rooms in the back of his building for med fet play. Soon, Dr. Candler emerges.

  “Hi, Richard,” he greets Daddy, holding out his hand to shake it. “And hello to you too, little one. You look very pretty today. Did your Daddy dress you in your schoolgirl outfit?” I can feel the arousal seep out of me.

  “Yes, Sir,” I respond.

  “Well, I’m sure you are anxious to move on with things, so let’s get started. Please follow me.”

  We walk down a short hallway and are let into a fully furnished doctor’s examination room. To the right is an examination table and along the walls are cabinets and a sink. There is also a hard-backed chair in the corner. I also see a rolling stool and a metal cart that has a towel laid over it covering whatever is underneath.

  “Sweetie, it’s time to get you undressed and ready for your exam. Richard, can you undress her down to her diapers?” Dr. Candler asks Daddy.

  Daddy proceeds to undress me. When finished, I am sitting on the exam table wearing nothing but barrettes, my baby girl collar, and my thick diaper. Another wave of humiliating arousal floods me. I almost curl in on myself, feeling so self-conscious.

  “All right, sweetie, let’s get started,” Dr. Candler says as he opens a folder. I can look down and see at the top of the form that it says “Physical Examination—Female.” Oh, wow, this is not make-believe. I am really here experiencing this. I sit on the exam table, naked but for a diaper, terrified about what will happen, yet utterly thrilled and stimulated at the same time. Dr. Candler approaches the exam table and smiles at me. He tells me that he will proceed with a thorough exam and expects me to answer all questions honestly and immediately.

  “Let’s start with your vital signs,” Dr. Candler states. “Richard, if you could have her lie on her tummy and pull her diapers down, I’ll get the thermometer.”

  Daddy motions for me to lie down on my stomach and I feel him pull my diapers down to just past my butt cheeks. I am so aroused I start to clench. Daddy, of course, notices and scolds me. “Baby girl, you lie there like a good girl while Dr. Candler takes your rectal temperature.” His explicit statement does nothing to stave off the building arousal. I notice that Dr. Candler is nice enough to lube up the thermometer. I feel his hand part my butt cheeks and slide the cold piece of glass into my rectum. I cannot help but clench down below and move slightly, trying to get friction that does not exist. “Baby girl!” Daddy scolds.

  Dr. Candler chuckles. “Are you aroused, little one?”

  Shame floods me at his question. “Yes, Doctor,” I respond.

  “Well, I don’t see any harm in letting the little one touch herself a bit while we wait. Why don’t you slide your hand down between your legs and touch your clitty,” he demands. I look up and see my Daddy nod in agreement.

  Feeling utterly helpless and controlled, I do as the doctor says. I am dripping wet. I start to rub my clit and it feels sooooo good. I’m ready to orgasm already and we have barely started. It does not help that Dr. Candler is twirling the rectal thermometer and pulling it in and out quickly. I clench even tighter, an involuntary response to all of the stimulation.

  “Baby girl, before your Daddy, has anyone taken your rectal temperature?” Dr. Candler inquires.

  “Yes, Doctor. I’ve taken it before I was with Daddy,” I answer shyly.

  “Ahh, so you had your own rectal thermometer, little one?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And does your Daddy take your rectal temperature?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Little one, pull your hand out from between your legs and show me and your Daddy how aroused you are.”

  I do as he says and my hand is utterly dripping with clear fluid, my fingers glistening with the evidence of how turned on I am.

  “Good girl,” Daddy says, taking my hand and wiping it with a tissue. Somehow, that small gesture helps me sink further into my headspace. I feel Dr. Candler remove the thermometer. “Good, rectal temperature is 99.6 degrees,” he announces. “That is normal. Let’s have you sit back up now, little one.”

  Daddy pulls my diapers up and guides me back to a sitting position on the examination table.

  “All right, let me take your pulse and blood pressure now,” Dr. Candler announces. He takes my wrist in hand and I feel his fingers on my pulse point. Silently, he takes the blood pressure cuff off of the wall and places it on my right arm. Putting the stethoscope in his ears, he proceeds to take my blood pressure. I’ve always hated that feeling of pressure on my arm and I also hate that dreaded sound when the cuff is removed. It’s the sound of tearing Velcro. That sound has always grated on my nerves.

  Dr. Candler reports, “Your pulse is 79 and your blood pressure is 110/70. Very good, little one. Now, I need you to lie back on the exam table so I can examine your breasts. I also need to take some measurements. Arms up over your head.”

  I do as he says and I feel his cold hands touch my right breast. Moving to my left breast, he completes a very thorough breast exam. While he is doing this, he asks me a series of questions that cause me to blush as profusely as my pussy drips. I’m glad I’m wearing a diaper to absorb the fluid.

  “Baby girl, have you ever had a mammogram?” he asks, knowing the answer full well.

  “Yes, Doctor, Daddy took me for it a couple of months ago,” I answer.

  Daddy snickers at my answer and I know he is thinking about our heated discussion when we first got together, not to mention my painful and humiliating punishment for not making the appointment when he told me. It seems like such a long time ago. It is so hard to believe that we have been together for so many months. I cannot imagine my life without him now. My life has been completely altered since I answered that ad online.

  “Little one, I just asked you a question and I expect an answer,” Dr. Candler states in an annoyed voice.

  “Sorry, Doctor, I missed the question.”

  “Do you do a breast self-exam regularly?”

  “Um, yes, Sir, my Daddy makes me do it and he double checks to make sure I’m okay.” I blush more if it’s even possible as I think back to the last time Daddy gave me an exam, something I am now subjected to any time he demands, which is often.

  “Overall, palpation of both breasts is normal. Her nipples are normal in appearance and there does not appear to be any discharge,” the doctor says to Daddy as if I am not in the room. “Let’s get a measurement of her areola and nipples.”

  I feel Dr. Candler’s tape measure over my breasts. He rubs and tugs on my nipples, stimulating them so they perk up. Then he proceeds to measure the length of them.

  “Her areola is about 2′, which is quite large, although her breasts are very large so it makes sense. Erect nipples measure at one-quarter inch.
They appear to be quite sensitive. Baby girl, are your nipples normally sensitive to touch?”

  “Yes, Doctor,” I respond honestly.

  “Have you ever experienced your nipples becoming erect spontaneously before?”

  “No, not that I can remember.”

  “Is it painful when I stimulate your nipples?” he asks as he pulls and tugs on both nipples again, harder this time.

  “It’s not really painful, just sensitive, I think,” I respond, breathless.

  “Good. Well, then, I’ll move on now. You stay lying on the table for me like a good girl.”

  Dr. Candler proceeds to look in my ears, in both eyes, up my nostrils, and down my throat. He then takes his stethoscope and listens to my heart sounds. I feel the cold disk on my chest as he moves it around my left breast.

  “Sounds good,” he announces. “I’ll do your abdominal exam now.” He puts the stethoscope on my belly, listening intently. He removes it and then starts to feel all around with his hands. He presses really hard in some places. My bladder is starting to feel full and when he presses down low, I can really feel some discomfort. I wince.

  Noticing this, he asks, “Does that hurt, little one? I can feel you have a full bladder. That will work out well, since I need a sterile urine sample. I’m going to insert a catheter to get the sample. Let’s have you slide down to the end of the table and put your feet in the stirrups. Richard, can you take her diaper off now? I need to have her completely exposed for this part of her exam.”

  “Sure thing,” Daddy responds as he pulls the tape off and removes my diaper. I am now lying on the exam table, completely naked. “I don’t think you will need to use the straps, Jack. Baby girl is being a very good girl, don’t you agree?” Daddy asks.

  “Absolutely. I love compliant little girls who behave and follow directions. I think we can go without the straps for now, but if she starts to fidget or fuss, I’m going to insist on using them.”

  “Fair enough,” he responds to Dr. Candler. “Baby girl, you need to be on your best behavior for the rest of your exam. Make your Daddy proud.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I respond. After I slide down to the end of the exam table, Daddy helps me put my feet in the stirrups. Dr. Candler sits on a stool and rolls himself and the cart over to sit right between my legs. He also turns on a bright light that is pointed straight at my pussy.

  “Please drop your knees open and spread your legs as far as you can, little one,” the doctor demands. A wave of humiliation washes over me. The way he asks me to do this, along with actually spreading my legs, makes me feel so vulnerable and submissive. “I’ll start with cathing you. Your pelvic exam will be more comfortable if you have an empty bladder. I need you to be very still. Try to relax. Take a few deep breaths.”

  Is he kidding? Really? Relax and take deep breaths. I’m tense and breathing very shallowly, most likely a symptom of my complete embarrassment. I can feel cold over my urethra as he wipes it down with a cloth of some type. I can’t help but boost the pillow under my head a bit so I can see what he is doing. I feel a flush of arousal as I see the doctor’s head right between my legs, looking at my private girly parts. Daddy is standing by my left leg, watching intently down there too. He has a wide smile on his face as he looks up at me. “You are being my good baby girl,” he whispers and blows a kiss at me. He also pats my knee. After a minute, I can feel the catheter being inserted into my bladder. It is not painful, just short of it though. It is very uncomfortable. Fairly quickly, I feel my bladder drain. I can hear the trickle into some type of container.

  “Hmmm, good thing we are getting a urine specimen. Her urine looks a bit too dark for my liking. I can see some visible sediment. Little one, do you have any burning or pain when you go pee pee?”

  “No, Doctor, nothing I’ve noticed,” I answer honestly. I look at Daddy’s face. His expression is a combination of underlying anger and deep concern.

  “Can you get a rush on the analysis, Jack?” he asks.

  “Sure thing. I’m also going to do some blood and stool samples. I’ll send them all out with a stat order.”

  WHAT? Stool samples? Yikes. I’m not even sure what that entails. And I hate having my blood drawn. It always hurts for hours after. I imagine I won’t be able to get out of it.

  “All right, I’m going to conduct a full gynecological exam now. I can see that you shave your pubic hair. Is that something you do all of the time?

  “Yes, Sir, my Daddy requires it.”

  “Makes sense. Sweetie, can you tell me when your last GYN exam was?” he asks. I feel his gloved fingers touch my mons and spread my labia.

  “It was less than a year ago.”

  “Was your gynecologist a male or female?”

  “Female. No offense, but I prefer a woman doctor,” I say, hoping it won’t make Daddy unhappy.

  “No offense taken,” he laughs. “Do you remember if your Pap smear was normal?”

  “Um, I don’t remember hearing anything back so I just assumed it was normal.”

  “Well, let’s not go on assumptions. I’ll do a Pap smear now along with some vaginal cultures. We want to make sure that all of your girl parts are working normally,” he states. I see him pick something up. “I’m going to insert a speculum into your vagina now. It should not hurt. Just try to relax and this will go easy. Tell me, what was the date of your last period?” he asks.

  Daddy answers before I can. “She just finished up eight days ago. I keep a close eye on her cycles. My baby girl suffers from premenstrual symptoms.”

  “Many girls do. That’s a shame. It’s good you are staying on top of it though. Little girls are not good about taking care of themselves and it makes their symptoms worse.”

  “Actually,” Daddy says, “my little one got herself into some pretty serious trouble over that exact issue not too long ago. Had to have a pretty big punishment to teach her a good lesson about keeping me apprised of her health. My naughty little one took it upon herself to take ibuprofen for cramps, never informing me nor obtaining my permission to take medication as she is required to do. She knows the seriousness of this offense, don’t you, missy?” His voice is stern.

  “Yes, Sir,” is all I say. I don’t want to inflame his anger at the memory. The punishment was pretty awful. I did learn a lesson that night.

  “Did she learn her lesson to obey her Daddy after you punished her?” Dr. Candler inquires.

  “Oh, yes, I’m sure of it. Baby girl, tell Dr. Candler what your punishment was for such naughty behavior.”

  Oh, crap. He wants me to relive the humiliating experience by talking about it. If I talk about this, Dr. Candler will no doubt see firsthand that punishment arouses me. I take a deep breath and tell the tale. “My Daddy punished me by requiring me to wear only diapers at home for a week and I had to wear pull-ups under my work clothes. Daddy said I could not wear my ‘big girl’ underwear since my behavior was so naughty, so I had to finish my period using diapers and pull-ups. I got a spanking before he put my diapers on and I had to sit on my stinging bottom and write lines.”

  “Tell Dr. Candler what your punishment lines were,” Daddy persists.

  “I had to write twenty-five times each, ‘I will keep Daddy informed about my health at all times. I will tell Daddy when I don’t feel well, or am sick or injured. I will only take medicine under Daddy’s direction.’ After I finished my lines, Daddy put me in a diaper and put me to bed early.” I hated that part of the punishment. Being put to bed early meant spending less time with Daddy. I got really angry that he did that. I did not like it at all, so it proved to be an effective technique for punishing me.

  “I bet you learned your lesson well, right, little one?” Dr. Candler asks rhetorically.

  Daddy laughs. “She sure did!”

  “Does she usually have cramping when she menstruates?” His question is directed at Daddy.

  “Yes, when she cramps I give her some over-the-counter pain medication to alleviate her pain. It
is usually effective. The important thing is that she tells me when she feels poorly so I can take care of her. Isn’t that right, baby girl?” Daddy finally acknowledges me with his question.

  “Yes, Daddy, you take excellent care of me during my time of the month,” I say proudly. I want Dr. Candler to know how much I love my Daddy. He is so good to me. I can feel him open the speculum and hear a click as it is locked into place. With that bright light shining down there, I can only imagine how wide open I look right now. I certainly feel vulnerable with both men looking intently at my privates.

  “Little one, do you use tampons or sanitary napkins when you have your period?” His invasive questions resume.

  “I use tampons during the day and pads at night. When I flow really heavily, I use both at the same time,” I answer, amazing myself at my candor.

  “Good. Good. Everything looks good up in your vagina and cervix. Visual inspection does show quite a bit of vaginal fluid. Some fluid is normal, but there are a lot more secretions that I would expect. Is that normal for you? Do you feel aroused right now? Is that why I am seeing so much fluid?”

  His questions mortify me. At the same time I want to shout “Yes, I’m horny, please rub my clit.” What an utterly un-ladylike thought. I hear Daddy answer, “She does seem to cream quite a bit when she is aroused. It gets worse when she is punished for being naughty. Can you believe that?”

  “Oh, sure, I know there are lots of little girls who secretly like it when they are punished for naughty behavior. I have a theory that they act naughty just so they can be punished. It’s good that there is enough fluid to take some swabs. I’ll test for the usual things. I want to do the Pap smear too.”

  I lay spread out while both men continue to focus on my gaping pussy. I feel the swabs rub against the wall of my vagina and cervix as he collects the samples. I’m going to die of embarrassment. I want to cover my face. Their comments are the perfect combination of humiliating and arousing. I cannot stop my body’s natural response. I can hear the rustling of packages as he finishes up.