“Good girl,” Dankin praises. “You can lie her back now. Nanish, why don’t you stand at her head and secure her wrists for me.”
Panic consumes me as I’m lowered to my back, and when my Papis lift my arms up, I tug them free, instinctively covering my boobs again.
Bamgin kisses my forehead while both men circle my wrists again and lift them high above my head. A moment later, they wrap something around each wrist, restraining me.
The doctor pulls a strap across my chest below my boobs and cinches it tight. “Don’t worry, Mags. All Little girls are secured to the exam table when they visit the doctor. It’s for your safety, butI’m going to let your Papis discipline you before I continue your exam.”
I twist my torso, trying to free myself. “No. Please, no. Let me up.”
Both men lower their heads to my chest, and all the air leaves my lungs when they suck my nipples. All the blood runs to my pussy, too. My arousal shoots through the roof in seconds. All I can focus on is the way they flick my titties with their tongues, sucking and flicking my sensitive buds until they’re both hard points.
When they release my nipples, I look around wildly, unable to form words as Dankin hands Bamgin a strange object. It has a wooden handle and square flap at the end. Nanish mentioned a crop. This is what I’m looking at.
I squirm again. “Noo…”
Bamgin grips my boobie, forcing my titty to push upward. Under the circumstances, those babyish words seem appropriate. A moment later, all the air wooshes out of me when the flap strikes my titty. Papi swats it two more times before handing the crop to Nanish.
My other Papi does the same thing to my other titty, leaving me panting and dizzy. My nipples are throbbing, the burn making me want to squeeze them more than ever. I can’t do any such thing with my arms secured above my head.
Bamgin suddenly opens my diaper and pulls the front down, exposing my pussy to everyone. He parts my folds. “Soaked,” he announces.
I’m mortified. My pussy is pulsing. I need him to touch me there so badly. All he’s doing is holding my labia wide open. When he finally trails a finger through my arousal, I moan loudly, the sound echoing off the walls.
Embarrassment floods me, causing my pussy to throb harder. It’s a cycle. The humiliation of my exposure andpunishment is fueling my arousal. I’ve never been so mortified in my life.
Bamgin meets my gaze while he sucks my arousal from his finger, and then he bends forward and kisses me. It’s a soft meeting of lips at first, but then he deepens the kiss, licking along the seam of my lips until I part for him.
I can taste my arousal on his tongue. It’s heady and makes me writhe, even though I have very little ability to move my upper body.
Nanish’s hand comes to my pelvis, securing me to the exam table with his palm while stroking through my folds with his middle finger.
When Bamgin releases my lips, he cups my face and smiles at me. Even though he just punished me in the weirdest most embarrassing manner in front of the doctor, he’s not mad.
“Go ahead and let her come,” Dankin says. “It will help her relax while I continue my exam.”
My body tenses. My Papis are going to make me come right here in front of the doctor? I open my mouth to protest but all that comes out is a long moan as Nanish pushes a finger into me. His fingers are long and thick, and the one digit stretches me, making me feel so full. And then he flattens his palm against my clit and grinds down.
I come instantly, writhing against the table. The restraints force me to pull up short and cause my pussy to grip Nanish’s finger harder as one orgasm turns into two. Nothing in my life has ever felt this good. I’m left in a euphoric state of total bliss as Papi eases his finger out and bends down to kiss my pussy.
“Such a good girl,” Bamgin whispers against my lips, kissing me. He strokes the top of my head. “You’re going to be angelic while the doctor examines you,” he informs me.
He’s probably right. I’m so sated I’d do almost anything.
Chapter Eleven
Margaret
I’m still reeling from this surreal experience as Bamgin moves to stand at my head and Dankin comes to my side. There’s no way to repress a moan when the doctor’s fingers start palpating my boobs.
“Have you ever had any issues with your breasts, Little one?”
“No, Sir,” I manage to murmur, remembering my manners.
Nanish’s hand is still hovering against my pussy, and he pats my swollen wet folds as if to praise me for my reverence toward the doctor.
I’m panting heavily, trying not to experience such intense arousal. It won’t stop. My clit is pulsing against Papi’s palm, and my tits are still throbbing from being spanked.
Two men spanked my nipples while one watched. Madness. This can’t be happening. I’m out of my body, floating around the room.
