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I peeked, opening my eyes as little as I could and still see the major’s reaction. Something in me had to know how he felt about the terrible things Doctor Greenway seemed intent on saying. The look of appreciation in his eyes, as he looked down at the controller in his hand and then up at me, as if to gauge my reaction, made my breath catch in my throat.
The way the feeling had changed down there also had a great deal to do with that little gasp, and with the heat that surged into my cheeks. The major’s eyes narrowed a little, and I instantly squeezed my own shut again, sure that he had seen me trying to steal a glance at him without him knowing. All the sensations raised another notch, and my bottom squirmed mortifyingly as I felt the doctor’s hands on me and to my horror I realized the truth of his awful words.
“This will be rather cold,” he said. “I’m sure you know from your previous examinations.”
I couldn’t suppress a little cry as I felt the thing enter me, the lubricant not warmed at all, and immediately begin to open me wide. For a moment the shock removed all the arousal, but then the utter humiliation of the moment brought my treasonous need back, and I felt the heat rise at the thought of the major watching my pussy spread by the doctor’s speculum.
“Oh, yes,” the doctor said. “Very healthy. Slim hips like these do tend to mean a relatively narrow vaginal sheath, as you may know from experience, Major. It’s good that we’ve already observed her lubricating plentifully, but she may still experience some discomfort during vigorous intercourse. Vaginal training will be helpful for that, though, and it should go quite smoothly, I would guess, given the level of her sexual responses.”
Through this horrible little speech I managed to keep breathing evenly through my nose, though I could hear each puff of breath in my nostrils, and their volume and intensity kept increasing as I felt how the governor would now allow me more feeling in the places the doctor touched with his hands and with his speculum.
“We’ll have a look inside this little bottom, now, Sara,” Doctor Greenway said, removing the thing from my pussy. “I know how embarrassing that is, but as your guardian has already told you, it’s a place where Magisterian men expect to have regular intercourse both as a disciplinary measure and as a simple enjoyment, so it’s best we approach the matter forthrightly. Do your best to relax your pelvic muscles while I examine you, since it’s very good practice for when Major Harrow will begin to train you both with the usual devices and with his penis.”
I took a sharp, gasping breath in as I felt the beak of the speculum, warmer from my pussy at least but still just as pointy and invasive, press inside the tight petals of my anus. Instinctively I did the opposite of what the doctor had told me: I contracted the tiny ring, trying to expel the thing that had just entered me.
At the same time, that act of resistance sent a wave of pleasure and need through me, heightened so greatly by the contrast with the previously low setting of the governor that I couldn’t keep back a little whimper of frustration when the device moderated the feeling yet again.
“Major,” the doctor said, “would you turn her up one more notch? I’m going to stimulate the clitoris to see if I can get her to relax for me.”
CHAPTER15
Sara
“Oh, no, please,” I said, my voice terribly weak. Then I moaned, because even before the doctor touched his thumb to my clit the slight increase in my nerve endings’ ability to transmit sexual signals to the rest of my body had caused the ghost of a pleasurable contraction down there.
A tiny clench, just enough to draw a moan from my lungs, from the sheer relief of having that little extra pleasure that my guardian had decided to allow me to feel. My muscles down there had already begun to relax before I felt the medically expert touch, the gentle rub that made my punished bottom move lewdly in response… that let the doctor open my narrowest passage with the speculum and look inside.
“See,” he chided me. “Was that so difficult, Sara?”
Oh, fuck,my mind said, panicking, because I knew I had to answer. Before a few hours ago, I would never even have considered responding to any rhetorical question—let alone one so clearly intended to belittle me, to put me in my degraded place as a sexual servant in training. I felt my backside twitch at the thought of what my guardian would do if I failed to respond to the doctor like a good girl—failed to confirm that I had learned my lesson and started to accept these Magisterians’ authority over my body.
I had kept my eyes closed for the last minute or so, as the doctor had carried out the beginning of this much-too-intimate inspection. Something in me had to see Major Harrow’s reaction to what he witnessed, though: I opened my eyes to find him looking intently back into my face, and I knew that my instinct about the doctor’s question had been absolutely correct.
For a moment, I felt myself—to my dismay—beginning to give into it. The other girl, the other Sara undergoing all this humiliation because deep down she needed it… for a moment I felt like she and I had become the same person. I looked at the major’s handsome, bearded face as a young woman might look at a man she had begun to trust—one she had met recently, had maybe gone out with once or twice. A guy who, a little unexpectedly, seemed to have a lot of the characteristics she had sought in a romantic partner.
That mixture of emotions, the beginnings of esteem and respect and affection, things I had felt only vaguely before, and never for very long… the feelings inside my chest and the way they changed the expression on my face… for a moment, looking at Major Harrow and considering what he would do if I failed to answer the doctor, they made me want to please him.
As I understood—as my mind caught up with my emotions—I felt my eyes go wide with fear. Part of my anxiety came from the promise I could see in his eyes that, yes, indeed, he would paddle me again if he had to, or even whip me with the cane, in order to secure my compliance. Another part, however, by far the greater portion of the terror that gripped me, came from the sudden understanding that the things he had done to my body, perhaps even the horrible imposition of the governor, had started not to seem the terrible consequence of my president’s betrayal but rather the natural result of my… my…
Naughtiness.
The Sara who needed this—me, I, the girl strapped into the exam chair with an awful patriarchal device installed in her pussy to control her behavior, the one betrayed by her boss into the hands of the Magisterians—I had been naughty. I had a guardian because I had misbehaved, and he had spanked me and paddled me, the way a firm-handed man should spank a girl like me, when she disobeys him. Soon he would do the other things a guardian has a right and a duty to do, if he chooses: he would train me to please him, and he would use my body to enjoy himself the way a dominant man should, with a naughty girl.
My whole body shuddered, as the remaining logical, egalitarian part of my mind thrust the mortifying idea away. I knew I hadn’t started to lose my reason, but that came as no consolation. I would have liked to be able to blame insanity, rather than the part of me that had with such avid curiosity learned far too much about Prosperian marital customs.
With what felt like a dreadful expense of will, I set my face into a hard mask, doing everything in my power to ignore the way the doctor’s speculum felt as it spread the tiny flower of my bottom open for his clinical observation. I spoke softly, keeping my eyes on my guardian’s face and making my words as flat as I could.
“No, Doctor.”
My so-called guardian (that’s what my logical part had just decided I should designate him) smiled slightly, but his eyes narrowed to show his awareness of the challenge I had issued despite my helpless, mortifying position.
“Just remember that, when the time comes for your first anal training session,” the doctor said, apparently oblivious to the battle of wills taking shape between Major Harrow and me.
My so-called guardian said, not taking his eyes from mine, “That will be in just a little while, actually, Sara. I’ll plug your bottom, I think, before I have you masturbate for the camera.”
My lips parted slightly, but I had no intention of saying anything; I just didn’t want to pant through my nose the way I knew his announcement of the abject humiliation to come would have made me do. I tried to control my breathing, but I felt sure he could see how my chest rose and fell more quickly. Down between my legs, I felt the slight tingle that meant the governor had just stopped my pussy from feeling the full extent of my treasonous body’s response to the major’s words, but I kept myself from moving another muscle.
“That sounds like a fine plan,” the doctor said, continuing as if Major Harrow hadn’t just sentenced me to utter abasement. “Her bottom looks healthy enough for regular intercourse. Sara, I’ll have a nurse teach you to wash yourself with an enema bulb when you’re concerned about staying clean for your guardian, but that’s not a problem at the moment. You don’t need to be anxious about embarrassing yourself this evening when Major Harrow takes the plug out.”
