Obediently Yours

by Bella Jackson

  “You’ll feel me remove the speculum now. Goodness, I need to wipe you up a bit. The opening of your vagina is very wet. I need to clear some off so I can do a thorough visual and digital exam of the genitalia,” Dr. Chandler explains. I am sure it’s for my benefit, to help deepen my feelings of humiliation. It’s working.

  He continues, “Both inner and outer labia look normal. Clitoral hood retracts, I can see her clitoris. All looks healthy. I want to check your vaginal tone. You are going to feel me insert two fingers into your vagina now. Okay, I’m fully in. Little one, I need you to tighten your pelvic floor. Can you do that for me?” I follow his instructions. As I tighten my kegels, his fingers feel more pronounced as he continues to probe. I feel him press down on my tummy with his other hand. “Just some pressure as I feel your ovaries and uterus. You doing okay, little one?”

  “I’m okay,” I say, my voice small. I’m thoroughly immersed in this experience. He is pressing down hard on my tummy and his large fingers are deep inside me. My feelings of vulnerability deepen further. I feel more submissive than ever before.

  “Excellent, you have a good girl here, Richard,” he says, his praise making me proud.

  “Yes, I do. She’s my good baby girl. She tries very hard to behave and obey her Daddy. I do have to dole out the occasional punishment when she engages in naughty behavior. Overall, though, she brings me great joy. Even naughty she brings me joy. I rein her in with a firm hand coming down hard on her tushy,” Daddy laughs.

  Dr. Candler laughs too. “All feels good and looks healthy down here.” He removes his fingers from inside me. “I would like to do some further testing before we move on to the rectal exam. Want to make sure that her vaginal secretions are a result of adequate stimulation. Jack, I’d like to examine her clitoris more thoroughly to do this. You okay with that?”

  “Sure, I don’t think you will find a problem, but it’s best to be thorough.”

  “Little one, I have a few questions for you. I’m going to need you to tell me how you feel as we go, okay?” the doctor asks. I’m not quite sure what he means, but I tell him okay.

  “Now, you are going to feel my finger on your clitoris. I’m going to rub it a bit to see how stimulating it is for you.”

  Oh, God, he’s going to make me orgasm with his finger. That’s the plan, I just know it. Oh, that feels so good. Concentrate.

  “Little one, how frequently do you masturbate?” he asks.

  “As much as my Daddy allows me to.” Both men laugh at my answer.

  “Before you met your Daddy, how frequently did you touch your private area? Give me an approximation.”

  “Probably several times a week, Doctor.” I respond.

  “During this time, did you do anything in particular to make yourself get aroused?”

  “Um, yes, Sir, I used to read stories while I did it.”

  “Did what?” he persists.

  “When I touched myself, Doctor.” I look up at Daddy. He is smiling down at me, enjoying my humiliation. My face feels so hot, I know I am blushing.

  “Did you ever use a vibrator or a dildo?” Dr. Candler continues with his questions as he persistently rubs my clit.

  “Yes, Sir, I used both,” I respond.

  “Good. Were you able to orgasm using the vibrator and dildo?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “How many orgasms have you been able to have during one session?”

  “Ah, I could sometimes have two before. But since I’ve been with Daddy, I can have lots more. Right, Daddy?” I ask, looking at him.

  “That is true, Jack. My baby girl can have upwards of three to four orgasms at a time when I use a vibrator right on her clitty. She likes that a lot.” His answer to the question makes me both humiliated and proud at the same time. Oh, I wish Dr. Candler would use more pressure. His light, even strokes over my clit are not enough to take me over the edge.

  “You are doing very well, little one,” Dr. Candler praises. “Now tell me, when your clitoris is stimulated, do you prefer circular motion like this?” I feel his finger move in circles around my button. “Or do you like up-and-down motion like this?” He changes his motion so I can compare.

  “Um, I like the circular better, I think.” I say, breathless as my climb toward orgasm approaches.

  “Circular like this?” He starts a circular rhythm again, using more pressure now, just how I like it.

  “Y-y-yes, Sir.” I can barely speak now.

  “Have you ever squirted before?” he asks.

  “Ah, no, Sir, I don’t think so,” I respond.

  “Do you feel aroused right now, Siobhan?” His persistent questions cause me to lose momentum toward the big O.

  Is he kidding right now? Am I aroused? Can’t you tell, Doctor? Remembering my place and my Daddy’s heavy hand during punishment, I answer respectfully. “Yes, Doctor.”

  “Do you think you will orgasm soon?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m close.” All sense of decorum is gone. I couldn’t care less about embarrassment. I just want to cum. Oh, please, so close.

  “It’s okay, baby girl,” I hear my Daddy. “Just sink into the sensations and let your body cum when you feel it.”

  His words are barely out of his mouth when I go off like a rocket. “Ahhhh, yesssssss. Ohhhhh. Ssssoooo gooooood!” I exclaim as I get thrown over the edge of the cliff. My entire body convulses as I reach climax. If I did not know any better, I think I might have blacked out from the intensity of it. It just goes on and on and on.

  “Good girl,” Dr. Candler says. “Very good. You just rest now for a few minutes.” He stops touching me and I see him roll his stool away from between my legs. Daddy is still standing next to me, his eyes alive with arousal and the sure sign of that arousal growing in his pants. I smile at him and he returns a warm smile in return. Wow! That was one of the best ever. I think knowing that Daddy was watching another man make me cum raised my arousal to an entirely new level. I’ll have to analyze this more another time. Right now, the blood has not returned to my brain yet.

  I come down from my high and I see Dr. Candler approach me again. All modesty over being naked on the exam table is long gone. The man’s fingers made me cum.

  “It’s time to do your rectal examination now, sweetie. Are you going to be good for me for this next part?” the doctor asks.

  “Yes, Sir,” I respond. All sense of fear and embarrassment are gone. I cannot even think at this point, just go along for the ride. I can see that Daddy is still having a problem in his pants. I want to take care of that for him when we get home, but I do not dare say that in front of the good doctor.

  I see Dr. Candler don a new pair of gloves as he approaches my still widespread legs.

  “Little one, I need to place this pillow under the small of your back. Can you lift up a bit?” he asks, holding a small pillow. I do as he asks and lift my bottom up. I can feel him slide the pillow under my back, forcing my bottom up in the air a bit. As if it was possible to feel any more exposed, that action does it.

  “When was your last bowel movement?” he asks.

  “Um, I went yesterday and again today,” I respond, remembering just how urgent my need to go was after Daddy cleaned me out with several enemas. That was a new experience and one that is far better to read about than to experience firsthand.

  “Baby girl forgot to mention that she had several cleansing enemas last night. They were her first ones and she did not enjoy the experience, I am afraid.” Daddy clarifies.

  “That’s too bad. You must have needed them for your Daddy to give you several.” His statement brings about more humiliation. “Does she normally have a bowel movement every day, Richard?” he asks.

  “Yes, in the beginning she was not too regular. A bit sluggish most times. I had her keep a bowel chart so I could monitor her BMs. Once I discovered the problem was dietary, I helped my little one make some changes to her eating habits and that has helped immensely,” Daddy explains.

  Oh,
yeah, that was a fun conversation. First to have to keep track of it, yuck! Then to have discussions about ways to make me more :regular.” I’d prefer to forget those conversations completely, but that is not to be as my Daddy continues his diatribe about good bowel function.

  “Up until those enemas, I was using suppositories on those days she needed some help. The supps seemed to work well. But for today, I wanted her bowel cleaned out completely so you could do a thorough exam on her.” Daddy’s voice sounds concerned as he says this.

  “Well, let’s get to the rectal exam then and see what we find.” Dr. Candler opens a tube of lubricant and smears his gloved fingers. “You are going to feel my fingers press against your anus, sweetie. Don’t be afraid. I will go slowly. You tell me if it hurts, okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.” I’m so not looking forward to this. I feel him spread my cheeks and cool air hits my hidden rosebud.

  “External visual exam of the anus looks to be within normal limits,” he announces. I feel his fingers press against my bum hole. “Good sphincter tone going in. You are going to feel my fingers move inside you. Just take a deep breath,” he orders.

  I take a deep breath and feel his fingers move inside my bottom. It is a weird feeling. Not as enjoyable as when Daddy has done it. This is too clinical to think about anything else but finishing this exam and going home. I want my Daddy. Only Daddy should touch me there. I feel like yelling this out. I keep quiet though. I want to be a good girl like Daddy asked. He went to a lot of trouble to make this fantasy a reality for me. His fingers press all the way inside. He spends a good deal of time wiggling his fingers all around. I fight the urge to push his fingers out completely. He continues to move his fingers in and out and all around inside. I feel a deep clenching down below as another wave of arousal hits me hard.

  “Richard, I think your little one is going to cum again,” Dr. Candler states.

  “Yes, I can see the signs of arousal,” Daddy answers, his eyes focused totally on my spread and open pussy. What must I look like with Dr. Candler’s fingers in my rectum, my entire area primed and ready for another orgasm?

  “Let’s see if we can get her to cum again. Little one, I am going to rub your clitoris again while feeling deep inside your rectum.” I feel the circles around my clit and my back arches involuntarily.

  “Good girl,” Daddy says. “You can cum again if you feel it, baby.”

  That is all it takes. I climb higher and higher, all of the nerves down there on overload, Dr. Candler’s thick fingers invading my most private place. I look up and see my Daddy watching this all so closely and the orgasm just takes over. My entire body convulses as the wave hits fast and hard. “Ahhhhhh, soooo gooood. I’mmm cummming! Ahhhhhh!” I shout, unable to control myself at all. The waves of pleasure continue and my body is overwhelmed with sensations.

  After a few minutes, Dr. Candler says, “Good girl. I’m all done with the rectal exam. Everything seems healthy and in working order. We are almost done, little one. Richard, why don’t you get her dressed now? I will go get the supplies to draw the blood samples.” Dr. Candler stands, taking his gloves off. He walks over to the wall of cabinets and goes about gathering supplies.

  In the meantime, Daddy helps me to slowly sit up. It takes a minute for me to gain my composure as I have a head rush from lying down so long. Not to mention the sensitivity of my entire body, especially between my legs. Eventually I am able to hop off of the exam table. Daddy holds each item of clothing out for me to help me to get dressed in my little girl outfit again. Oh, yeah, my age play fantasy. I have to go home dressed like a schoolgirl again.

  When finished dressing me, Daddy holds me in his lap as Dr. Candler takes blood from my left arm. It pinches, but is no worse than any other time I have had blood drawn before. I feel a sense of relief that the exam is over. Don’t get me wrong. It was awesome and I will be forever grateful to Daddy for making my fantasy come true. It is just a lot to absorb and take in right now. I need time to process the experience.

  * * *

  Both Daddy and I are quiet on the way home. I wonder how this experience was for him. No doubt there will be plenty of opportunity to talk about it. I just want to rest now. Without realizing it, I fall asleep on the way home. Daddy takes me into the house and brings me to my nursery.

  “It’s really late, baby girl. Let’s get you into your jammies and into bed.” He leads me through the process of getting undressed. He pulls my diapers off too, stripping me naked again. I’ve been naked a lot tonight. “Here, honey. Put these on.” Daddy holds out a pair of pull-ups. I’m not going to ask why. I obediently comply and put them on. Daddy helps me put my PJs on. He brings me into the bathroom to brush my teeth and go potty. Tucking me into bed, he says, “We’ll talk tomorrow, baby. Sleep well.” I drift off the moment my head hits the pillow.

  * * *

  Sitting at the breakfast table, I can tell Daddy wants to ask me questions about yesterday. I decide to beat him to it. “Daddy, I want to thank you for yesterday, for making my fantasy come true. It was a wonderful experience. You really went all out to make it perfect for me. I just feel bad that I never took care of you last night. I mean, I enjoyed a big O and you were left with blue balls,” I laugh.

  “Well, thank you for your concern regarding my balls. If you feel bad about it, I can arrange for you to reciprocate for your big O.” Daddy smiles at me, his eyebrows raised in mischief. “Are you ready to talk about it, baby girl?”

  “Sure, we can talk about it. I’m not sure how articulate I will be, but will certainly try.”

  “Okay, tell me what you enjoyed most about the scene.”

  I pause for a few moments, collecting my thoughts. “I enjoyed all of it, really. If I had to pick a certain thing, I would say that I loved that you were there being supportive and protective. I felt safe and knew that you would not let anything bad happen to me. I was confident in Dr. Candler because you were. I know you would not let just anyone touch me like that. I also liked the feeling of helplessness. Of being controlled. Answering questions that were embarrassing to answer and listening to you and the doctor talk about me was humiliating. I loved those feelings, if that makes any sense. It’s like, I want to be embarrassed because it is arousing, but I don’t want to be embarrassed because it is, well, embarrassing. Told you I wasn’t going to be articulate, Daddy,” I finish.

  “In fact, I think you are very articulate, baby girl. I was so proud of you, am proud of you. That experienced stretched your limits and, even though we discussed it, you had every right to safe-word. I know there were parts of it that were very difficult for you to endure, but you did. Do you think it was worth it?” he asks.

  “Absolutely. It was worth it. Yes, it stretched my limits, but I’m glad that it did. We know I have a comfort level with Dr. Candler now. Could make for more interesting scenes in the future. I mean, I don’t want to start having orgies or anything, but it’s nice to have a familiar person who understands what we are, what we do.”

  “No orgies, baby girl; that I can promise. It would be a hard limit for me. It was hard watching another man touch you, but in the context of a physical exam, with you as my baby girl, it was fantastic. It was just as much a fantasy for me as it was for you. You behaved so well. Every sharp intake of breath, every blush at your embarrassment, it was heaven to me. I never felt so dominant over another person. You submitted at a deep level. It’s a heady feeling. To have that kind of power over another person. To know that you were lying there taking all if it because I wanted you to. Watching you submit to my will. It’s no wonder I had blue balls!” We both laugh. He reaches across the table to hold my hand. “Really, love, you were spectacular and I am in awe of your courage. Well done, little one.” I smile with pride.

  Chapter Nine

  More weeks pass and the plans for the wedding continue to take up a lot of time in between busy workweeks. I’ve never been so happy and in love. Richard is a strong, supportive partner and dominant Daddy
. He gives me everything that I need. He continually reassures me that I give him exactly what he needs also. Our relationship continues to grow and our bond becomes stronger with each passing day.

  I walk into the kitchen and am immediately hit with the aroma of my favorite dish.

  “Hi, Daddy, that smells fantastic,” I say as my mouth waters.

  “I’m making your favorite lemon chicken, baby girl,” he says, looking at me and smiling.

  “I’m starving. Lunch was hours ago. About how long until dinner is ready?” I ask.

  “Probably another 20–30 minutes or so,” he responds.

  “I guess I will go work out beforehand. It will help with the guilt so I can enjoy dinner, which will probably negate the exercise. I’m destined to be a fat cow forever,” I say, laughing at my comment.

  I look up and see fire in Richard’s blue/green eyes, the anger apparent in his facial expression. “Come here, baby girl.” His voice is stern.

  I stop smiling when I hear the dominance in his voice, the “I mean business” voice that he uses. I slowly walk over to him. When I am in his arm’s reach, he takes my hand and leads me out of the kitchen, down the hallway into the bedroom.

  “What are you doing, Daddy?” I ask.

  “I am going to punish you,” he replies.

  “Punish me? But why, Daddy?” I ask in a slightly whining voice.

  He leads me by the hand to the side of the bed. He sits on the bed and leaves me standing in front of him. “Baby girl, I am going to punish you because of your hateful and disparaging remarks about yourself. You have a rule about this, do you remember? I will not stand for you being cruel to my baby girl, the woman that I love,” he says as he grabs the waistband of my pants and tugs them down my legs, followed by my panties. “Lie across my lap, little girl.” He pulls me toward him.