Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
I’m relieved the breast portion of his exam is over when the doctor moves down between my legs. I shouldn’t be. The next part of this exam isn’t going to ease my mind.
Dr. Pedersen speaks to Noah again. “I read in your paperwork that you’ve known her for some time and have experience spanking her in a club environment.”
“Yes.”
“And she does scenes like that willingly?”
“Eagerly,” Noah tells him.
“In light of everything else I’ve noticed, that sort of punishment might not be sufficient for her. You might need to try other forms of discipline, especially in public settings. I’d suggest you keep a small crop on you. You could remove her shirt and swat her nipples. You could also swat her pussy.”
Noah nods. “I had to spank her pussy earlier before we boarded the ferry actually.”
My face heats further. I’m stunned, and my head is spinning, but I realize everything they are saying is a test to see how I react. At the mention of spanking my pussy, I clench my channel as hard as I can. Wetness is running down to my tight bottom hole.
“Ah, then you’re already on top of things. How did she react?”
“She almost came. I told her she could not orgasm until we were in your office.”
I gasp. He did not just say that out loud.
Noah meets my gaze, brows lifted. “Your ears are turning red, Baby girl. Nudity does not push your limits, but apparently I can embarrass you with words.”
I narrow my gaze at him. “That’s not fair.”
“Fair is no longer in your vocabulary, Baby girl. My goal on this island is to meet your needs, emotional and physical. The doctors here will help make sure those needs are being met.”
I swallow as a noise catches my attention, and I shift my gaze to see the doctor pulling stirrups out from the end of the table. He lifts my closest leg into the metal device and surprises me yet again by strapping my leg in securely at the ankle and the thigh.
My heart races as he does the other leg the same way and then adjusts the stirrups so I am spread open obscenely wide.
I whimper and squirm. My embarrassment stems not from my nudity or exposure but from my arousal. As soon as this stranger touches me, I’m going to come.
Dr. Pedersen pulls a rolling stool between my legs and spreads his gloved hands on my inner thighs. He parts my folds with his thumbs. “Did she have any issues using her diaper?” He glances at Noah.
“Yes. She was reluctant. Eventually I warned her that if she didn’t empty her bladder before we got here, I would have you put a catheter inside her for a week.”
I hold my breath. I’m mortified. These men are embarrassing me on purpose. Even though I’m aware of that fact, I can’t stop it. Talking about me like I’m truly an infant is making my tummy flip over and over.
“I can do that if it becomes necessary. The threat might be enough. Watch her closely. It’s important for Littles on the island to give up control of their bladders. Many new Littles are reluctant because they’re afraid of losing bladder control permanently. That’s rare. In most cases, Littles adjust their thinking so their bodies react to being diapered. When they’re diapered, they let themselves slide into a deep regression. If they return to using panties on the mainland at some point, their brains recognize that it’s not okay to wet their panties. Only in rare instances do Littles find themselves permanently incontinent from wearing diapers for an extended period of time. Statistically Littles suffer from the same likelihood of developing incontinence as the general population.”
This thought hadn’t occurred to me until I’m listening to him explain it. I’m relieved to hear what he’s telling Noah, and I suspect he’s saying all of it for my benefit.
“I’ll insert a sounding tool and a catheter while you’re here so she will know what it feels like, but that type of experiment can backfire. Some Littles find they like having their urethra penetrated and will later misbehave in order to get the fix they crave. Others don’t care for the sensation and will toe the line to avoid having objects inserted into their tiny holes.”
A moan escapes my mouth, mortifying me.
Noah sets a hand on my tummy and strokes the undersides of my breasts with his fingers, making me arch my chest off the table.
Ignoring me, as if I’m not bucking and writhing, Dr. Pedersen stands and pulls a strap across my hips, anchoring my torso. He speaks to Noah while he tightens the restraint. “The same holds true for her bowel movements. The formula will force her to be regular, but I find most Littles adjust better if you give them a suppository every morning. She’ll empty her bowels about fifteen minutes later whether she wants to or not until her body adjusts and does so on its own.”
“Got it,” Noah responds.
I give an experimental tug on my wrists, but all that does is cause Brian to firm his grip.
What I’m learning is that these doctor visits are intense and serious. I’m meant to squirm. These dominant men will do whatever it takes to make sure all my boundaries are pushed.
When Dr. Pedersen returns to his stool, he addresses me. “When was your last period, Little one?”
I try to focus. “I get the shots that last three months. I haven’t had a period for a few years.”
“Good. I’ll request those records from your regular doctor on the mainland so we can keep you on schedule.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I murmur. This part of the conversation is almost normal.
He parts my folds again, leaning in. “Have you had vaginal intercourse, Amelia?”
My face heats again. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper. It’s an awkward thing to discuss in front of the man I will hopefully be having sex with soon, but it’s a conversation I would have had with him eventually. I look at him. “It’s been about a year since I broke up with my last boyfriend.”
“What about anal sex, Little one?” the doctor asks. “Have you had anything inserted in your bottom before?”
I shake my head and squeeze my tight hole. “No, Sir.”
Dr. Pedersen pulls a rolling cart over and reaches for a speculum. That’s one of the few things I recognize on the cart. “You’ll feel a little pressure as I open your vagina, Little one. Try to relax.”
It’s cold as it slides in, but it doesn’t hurt. I’ve had vaginal exams before. He opens me up and swabs inside me, but instead of removing the speculum, he leaves it in place and reaches for a strange metal rod.
He shows it to me. “This is called a sounding tool, Amelia. I’m going to insert it in your urethra to find out how tight it is.”
I hold my breath as he slides the rod into me. It feels so foreign, and it’s so close to my clit that I find myself more aroused than before.
Dr. Pedersen eases it in and out several times, stimulating me before he finally removes it. My relief is short-lived, though, because he picks up a tube next. “This is a catheter, Little one. It will penetrate your bladder so I can get a urine sample.”
I bite my lip as he inserts the tube. It goes deeper, and I flinch when it pushes into my bladder. A second later, urine runs out of me into a metal bowl. It’s loud in the room, undoubtedly also intended to embarrass me. It’s working.
I breathe out a sigh of relief when the doctor finally removes both the tube and the speculum. He stands and palpates my tummy next.
Noah moves his hand up to cup one of my breasts, thumbing my nipple as if that’s not weird at all.
“I’m going to examine your bottom now, Little one.”
That makes me whimper. I’m not excited by the prospect, but it won’t do me any good to argue, so I purse my lips.
Dr. Pedersen squeezes a lot of lube onto his fingers, rubs my tight hole, and then holds my pelvis down while he slides a finger into me.
My eyes roll back at the sensation. It’s so naughty and shockingly arousing. My lips tremble.
Noah pinches my nipple. “You’re doing so well, Amelia. Don’t fight it. Let it feel good.”
The doctor eases his finger in and out before adding another one.
I gasp and cry out.
Noah switches hands, palming my breast with the other while sliding his fingers down to my pussy. He strokes my clit. “You can come now, Baby girl. Show me how pretty you are when you orgasm.”
I knew he would make me come on the table, but I didn’t expect it to be while the doctor fingered my bottom. I can’t breathe. I’m bombarded by sensations that are intensified by the way I’m being restrained and forced to orgasm.
I want to come so badly. There’s no way I can stop it. The doctor scissors his fingers in my naughty hole while Noah rubs my clit faster. I need him to thrust into my vagina. “Please…” I beg.
“You’ll learn to come when I tell you to, Amelia. I’m not going to fill your cunt right now. I want you to have an anal orgasm.” He rubs faster. “I choose how and when you get release. Come on the doctor’s fingers. I want to feel your clit throbbing.”
His words are so dirty that I can’t hold back. I’m pushed over the edge seconds later, my body writhing from the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had.
I’m shaking violently as the pulses consume me, and I whimper when the doctor removes his fingers from my bottom. I can hear him talking to Noah, but I don’t know what they’re saying. I don’t have much awareness of my surroundings until I’m jolted out of my stupor by the sound of a door closing.