pills.
“No.” Dr. Baxter shook his head. “It’s just something to relax you and lower your inhibitions in a way that will make this exam a lot easier. I think it will be a lot easier for you than being corrected halfway through for fighting us.”
Tiffany regarded the pills. On one hand, the idea of being offered something that would break down her resistance offended her. On the other hand, the thought of having to endure the exam and a bare-bottom spanking mortified her. She held her hands out and accepted the pills, washing them down with a sip of water the physician provided in a small paper cup.
“We’ll give those a couple of moments to work,” Dr. Baxter said. “In the meantime, I’m going to explain what’s going to happen. I’m going to give you a physical. But I’m also going to perform a few tests to gauge your reactions to stimuli.”
Tiffany didn’t ask him what he meant. She was already starting to feel more relaxed from the effects of the medication as Lance moved to her side and put a soothing hand on her shoulder and Dr. Baxter examined her eyes and ears with a light and then gently palpated her neck with his fingers.
By the time he laid her down, she felt almost languidly helpless under the power of the two strong, handsome men now controlling the situation. Dr. Baxter’s hands moved efficiently over Tiffany’s soft, pillowy breasts. He smiled down on her as he announced them free of any worrisome lumps, and moved his hands down her body to press on her pelvis. He asked her the date of her last period, and told her he’d be taking her off her regular birth control medication and moving her to a special formula he felt was safer and more effective. Not only would it prevent pregnancy, he said, it would also free her of monthly menses.
“I’m going to do a pelvic exam now,” he informed her, and Tiffany felt butterflies through the languid haze as he removed her panties. The resistance she would have otherwise felt to this mandatory exam did not manifest completely, thanks to the pills, and she watched as the physician gently lifted first one leg and then the other into wide-set supports that ended in fleece-covered foot rests. Beside her, Lance stroked her forehead in a soothing manner.
“I’m going to do a Pap smear first,” Dr. Baxter said, snapping on a pair of latex gloves before reaching for a speculum. He sat down on a stool at the end of the table between Tiffany’s open legs and reached toward the metal table for the instrument.
“You’re going to feel a little pressure and a pinch,” he said gently and Tiffany breathed deeply as the speculum slid with embarrassing ease into a pussy she realized was more than well-lubricated. There was a slight sting as the doctor swabbed her cervix. Next he pushed a gloved digit into her pussy, probing her as he pressed down on her abdomen. Tiffany sighed with relief as the invading finger was moved and tried to sit up, but Lance stopped her.
“Not yet,” he said. “We’re not done.”
“What else?” She could feel her heart racing now.
“We need to take your temperature.”
Tiffany’s eyes widened when she saw the physician lube a thick medical thermometer. Before she could protest, he was pressing the bulb of it against the tight pucker of her anus.
“Relax,” he warned, and she groaned in humiliation as the thermometer slid in. After removing and reading it, the doctor smiled. “Perfect temperature,” he said.
“Almost done,” Lance said. “Dr. Baxter still needs to do a stimuli test. Again, this is something all new littles receive.”
The words did little to soothe her as she saw Dr. Baxter pick up a small brown jar and dip his gloved finger into the ointment inside. He turned his back to her, facing her legs, and she could not see what he was doing. She did feel his hands part her labia, however, and something graze her clit.
“Oh!” She jumped a little.
“Hold still,” Dr. Baxter said, and turned
“No.” Dr. Baxter shook his head. “It’s just something to relax you and lower your inhibitions in a way that will make this exam a lot easier. I think it will be a lot easier for you than being corrected halfway through for fighting us.”
Tiffany regarded the pills. On one hand, the idea of being offered something that would break down her resistance offended her. On the other hand, the thought of having to endure the exam and a bare-bottom spanking mortified her. She held her hands out and accepted the pills, washing them down with a sip of water the physician provided in a small paper cup.
“We’ll give those a couple of moments to work,” Dr. Baxter said. “In the meantime, I’m going to explain what’s going to happen. I’m going to give you a physical. But I’m also going to perform a few tests to gauge your reactions to stimuli.”
Tiffany didn’t ask him what he meant. She was already starting to feel more relaxed from the effects of the medication as Lance moved to her side and put a soothing hand on her shoulder and Dr. Baxter examined her eyes and ears with a light and then gently palpated her neck with his fingers.
By the time he laid her down, she felt almost languidly helpless under the power of the two strong, handsome men now controlling the situation. Dr. Baxter’s hands moved efficiently over Tiffany’s soft, pillowy breasts. He smiled down on her as he announced them free of any worrisome lumps, and moved his hands down her body to press on her pelvis. He asked her the date of her last period, and told her he’d be taking her off her regular birth control medication and moving her to a special formula he felt was safer and more effective. Not only would it prevent pregnancy, he said, it would also free her of monthly menses.
“I’m going to do a pelvic exam now,” he informed her, and Tiffany felt butterflies through the languid haze as he removed her panties. The resistance she would have otherwise felt to this mandatory exam did not manifest completely, thanks to the pills, and she watched as the physician gently lifted first one leg and then the other into wide-set supports that ended in fleece-covered foot rests. Beside her, Lance stroked her forehead in a soothing manner.
“I’m going to do a Pap smear first,” Dr. Baxter said, snapping on a pair of latex gloves before reaching for a speculum. He sat down on a stool at the end of the table between Tiffany’s open legs and reached toward the metal table for the instrument.
“You’re going to feel a little pressure and a pinch,” he said gently and Tiffany breathed deeply as the speculum slid with embarrassing ease into a pussy she realized was more than well-lubricated. There was a slight sting as the doctor swabbed her cervix. Next he pushed a gloved digit into her pussy, probing her as he pressed down on her abdomen. Tiffany sighed with relief as the invading finger was moved and tried to sit up, but Lance stopped her.
“Not yet,” he said. “We’re not done.”
“What else?” She could feel her heart racing now.
“We need to take your temperature.”
Tiffany’s eyes widened when she saw the physician lube a thick medical thermometer. Before she could protest, he was pressing the bulb of it against the tight pucker of her anus.
“Relax,” he warned, and she groaned in humiliation as the thermometer slid in. After removing and reading it, the doctor smiled. “Perfect temperature,” he said.
“Almost done,” Lance said. “Dr. Baxter still needs to do a stimuli test. Again, this is something all new littles receive.”
The words did little to soothe her as she saw Dr. Baxter pick up a small brown jar and dip his gloved finger into the ointment inside. He turned his back to her, facing her legs, and she could not see what he was doing. She did feel his hands part her labia, however, and something graze her clit.
“Oh!” She jumped a little.
“Hold still,” Dr. Baxter said, and turned
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