Part III (Dr. Feelgood)
She sighed out of arousal and gratification - what a thoughtful gift from her husband. Don smiled at her reaction. They stood in the doorway of the bedroom and right in front of them, there it was - a genuine gynecologist's exam table, stirrups up and ready.
"Oh, Daddy," she sighed. He responded with a slightly out-of-role, tender kiss on Layla's cheek. They shared a loving glance before resuming.
Don walked at his own pace to their 4 post bed and sat down on the edge, facing the mirror he had installed this morning. He glared at Layla and spoke, "come to me." She began removing her shoes, "NO," Don ordered, she froze. "Leave your big girl shoes on, all the better to humiliate you." He shot her the Don smile, she couldn't help but blush. She obeyed and made her way timidly to him. Their eyes met and he said with such calm authority, "lay across my lap, little girl. On your belly."
She felt herself gush out once again as she took her place across Daddy's lap. He began by caressing her tingling cheeks with a feather he had hid under his pillow. All along the fleshiest parts, then exploring her slightly-parted inner thighs, then all around but never parting her crack. He said in a stern whisper, "Daddy's going to spank you now. Stay still for me, little girl, or it'll get harder and harder for you - your little cheeks," he pinched her, "will be beat red."
She sighed, anticipating the bittersweet pain. He began beating her sensitive cheeks with quick, crisp slaps, stopping every so often to rub her down. "Daddyyyyy," she moaned out. He stopped abruptly, resting his hand on her tingling ass.
"Yes, little girl? Would you like to move on to my other ideas?"
She moaned, "yes."
"Say please," he pinched her sore cheek.
"Please!" She squealed. He laughed at her.
"All right," he delighted. He picked his little girl up by her torso and slung her gently over his shoulder - her beautiful, freshly-spanked ass right next to his face. He lifted them both from the bed, and rubbed her sore cheeks gently, spreading her just a little, as he walked them to the gynecologist's table.
"Daddyyyy," she moaned.
He chuckled again, "oh this is nothing, little girl. I'm about to spread you open for Daddy like a little girl should be." He sat her on the table as she continued to soak and ache. "Now lay down for Daddy, flat on your back, and let your little heiny hang off the edge just a little, like at the real doctor's." He glared over her little body like a ravenous vulture as she squirmed quickly to oblige him.
"That's a good girl. Now stay still for Daddy while he examines you. Everywhere." Layla gulped - what exactly did he have planned? What did "everywhere" mean? She absolutely hated when her real doctor asked her permission for rectal exams - how humiliating. She had told Don how she felt about them, and always refused them - she wondered if he would take it there today. There was a mirror on the ceiling - she could see everything. She blushed as his firm grip moved each of her legs into the stirrups, her legs bent at the knee and spread so wide...her pussy throbbed and throbbed, ached so much almost to the point of pain. She began to whimper. "Now, now, little girl...this is the least of it. Be a good girl for me." He strapped her feet down to the stirrups - she could not move.
"If you do attempt to move, Layla," he said sternly with complete conviction, "Daddy knows what you don't like." She moaned and whimpered more as he chuckled at her smugly. He paused for a moment, glaring at her wide open pussy and nearly-spread ass cheeks - still somewhat pink from his hands. "Now, wait here for a moment; Daddy has to go get his tools." He smiled and pinched her erect nipple on his way to the closet behind her - she heard some rattling, he was wheeling something over. She saw it - a tray on wheels. What was he going to do with that thermometer? And that other, black, binky-shaped thing? What was the Vaseline for?
He smiled at her nervousness and took a seat on the stool, facing her sex head-on. He softly ran a finger down her slit, soaking wet. He pulled on a pair of latex gloves and opened the Vaseline. He dipped his middle finger in.
"Stay still little girl," he started to gently rub her asshole as she squirmed - he applied authoritative pressure. "Stay still." He paused as she sighed, "this will make it easier for Daddy to take your temperature, little girl." He smiled and continued rubbing gently, more than necessary. He knew how it excited her beneath her humiliation.
"Up there?" She asked squeamishly.
"Yes, little girl. And you need to relax for Daddy, open up for me baby girl..." he continued rubbing. "Are you being a good girl, getting nice and wet for Daddy?"
She moaned, "yes," she managed with some reluctance. Don laughed at her slightly. She couldn't believe how good his smooth finger felt rubbing her there. She could feel her wetness dripping down between her cheeks - Don must notice, too, she thought, flushing. Her poor, purposely-neglected pussy ached so much, and throbbed, to the point of near pain. "Daddy," she sighed under her breath. Don laughed again and stopped rubbing her. He picked up the thermometer and held it up in her vision.
"Do you see this, little girl?"
She flushed. "Yes, Daddy."
"See the silver, metal tip here?" He emphasized the tip of it, about an inch and a half long.
She gulped and panted. "Yes, Daddy."
"This is the part Daddy's gonna slide into you, nice and slow, right up your little bum." He held the thermometer in his right hand and slowly began to rub her asshole again with his left hand's middle finger. "Are you ready for Daddy, little girl? Relax for me, open up for me, no clenching - it'll go up smoother that way. C'mon." He coaxed her asshole into relaxation and she became looser for him as her pussy clenched and clenched against her will. She sighed. "Ready, little girl?"
She swallowed hard, "yes, Daddy."
"That's a good girl, nice and slow now," he began inserting it, just bit by bit. She began to clench. "Ah, ah, ah," he tisked, "relax." He caressed her cheeks and slowly moved the thermometer in and out of her, still not to the end of the tip. She almost came, but relaxed again for him. "Good girl, good girl. This will get you ready for Daddy's finger." He smiled.
She swallowed again. "Daddy's fingers?" She looked so panicked. He couldn't imagine Don's finger up her ass - how humiliating.
"Yes, little girl. I have to feel you inside. Make sure you're wide enough open for the next step." Her mind wandered - next step? He slid more length of the thermometer into her and of course she clenched again. He took two fingers and spread her ass cheeks, urging her to open more. "Open up little girl, Daddy needs to get the whole tip in. Then I've got to hold it inside you for a minute." She sighed deep and her body obliged. One of Don's greatest strengths as a lover was always that he could coax her body into doing things even she herself could not. "Good girl," he rubbed her pink cheeks gently as he slowly slid the whole length of the tip inside her.
He moved it in and out little by little, rhythmically, until finally the whole tip rested inside her still by his hand. "Good girl." How humiliated she felt to be having her temperature taken like a little girl as her pussy soaked and ached for Daddy's mouth and cock. She knew this had to be making him excited, too. She knew the question was coming. "How does that feel up there, little girl? How's that feel up your bum? Daddy's holding it nice and still inside you." There is was, that Don smile. He spread her cheeks again, he wanted his answer.
She moaned half in pleasure half in sheer embarrassment. "It feels..." she searched for words that were just not there. What if she liked it? She wondered if she wanted him to know.
"You can tell Daddy, little girl," he spread her wider, "how does it feel up there, nice and still?"
"Daddyyy...my pussy's all wet. It aches, Daddy."
He laughed at her. "Yes I know, little girl. Be good." He held it there for a solid minute or two in silence before sliding it out slowly. She squirmed, to which he responded with a crisp slap to her ass cheek, she whimpered. "No moving." He put the thermometer back on the tray and dipped his finger back in the Vaseline. "Are you ready for Daddy's finger now?" He began rubbing her asshole again. The thermometer had opened her up just a little.
She gulped. "Yes, Daddy. Please be gentle."
He laughed. "Yes, little girl, relax for Daddy," he planted soft kisses along the cheeks of her ass while he rubbed, and she opened up more. He kissed along the outside of her pussy lips - swollen, she inhaled and sighed - she couldn't wait for Daddy's mouth on her, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue as he fingered her slowly, gradually satisfying her deep ache. "Ready, baby?"
She swallowed, "yes, Daddy."
He smiled. "Okay, easy, baby, easy," he began slowly and gently easing his finger into her tight little asshole. She moaned half in pleasure, half in discomfort. "How's that, baby girl? How's Daddy's finger feel up there? Is my little girl embarrassed?"
Her breathing quickened as she eased around him. He started to finger slowly in and out of her by centimeters. She was easing into him perfectly. "It stings, Daddy..."
"But in a good way, hm?" He chuckled - he so enjoyed turning her on to new things she normally shied from. He delighted in rightfulness, of course.
"Yes, Daddy," she squirmed. He swiftly slapped her ass cheek with his free hand.
"Stay still, little girl," he forced his finger up deeper as a disciplinary move to which she gasped. "Easy, easy." He continued gently fingering. "Humiliating, isn't it? Having to stay still for Daddy while he fingers your asshole? While your spread nice and wide for me, so close to my face? Oh I can see everything, little girl."
She flushed. The urge to move was almost unbearable, but complete submission was darkly thrilling to her. She could feel her juices drip down the crack of her ass as her poor, neglected pussy throbbed. Don could feel it, even on his gloved finger. He chuckled. "Mnn, yes Daddy. I'm humiliated."
"But it makes your little pussy drip, doesn't it baby girl?" He couldn't conceal his corroded grin. He thought of her at her office, all poshed up, sitting at her desk, touching herself through her panties as she soaked, thinking back to this very moment. One of his favorite things to do while away from his wife was to text her commands at random and make her prove obedience by texting back pictures. She was such a good girl for him. It delighted him so to reward her when the time came. His jaw and tongue would ache, the scratches on his arms wouldn't heal sometimes for weeks, but none of it mattered - Layla had the most beautiful orgasm he'd ever seen.
"Mnn, yes, Daddy. I can't wait for your tongue, your mouth, your fingers." She groaned. She wanted to move so badly. He laughed at her, the quiet sound barely reaching her ears.
"Little girl, you're opening up so nice. Your almost ready for the plug."
"Plug?" Her heart raced. They were due for a second dose, but Don was in control of the drugs now.
He showed her the "black, binky-shaped thing" she hadn't known the name of before. "When you're nice and open for Daddy like a good girl, Daddy's going to put this up your bum and it's going to stay there until I take it out."
Her pussy gushed. "Daddyyyy," she panted. Don laughed almost condescendingly.
"You're almost ready, baby." He continued fingering and twisting inside her for a few moments until he could feel her as open as possible. "Daddy's gonna take his finger out now and put the plug up inside you, okay baby? Stay still." She gulped as Don gently removed his finger. Her asshole was already sufficiently lubricated from all the Vaseline, and from her own juices leaking down into her. He removed his gloves and picked up the plug, circling it around her asshole sensually for a moment. "This is gonna feel big up there, little girl, just be a good girl for Daddy and let yourself open and close around it. Here it comes."
Her pussy ached as he pushed the plug inside her, how it stretched her and stung but shamefully aroused her. Her body unintentionally quivered and Don stroked her inner thighs lightly with his free fingers, before moving them down and spreading her cheeks wide. The plug was all the way in now and Don no longer had to hold it in place. His poor little girl was 100% exposed to him, at his mercy, powerless. She moaned her half and half moan and he reveled in it. He stood up.
"Stay, baby. I'll go get us more pills." He masturbated her asshole teasingly before he left the room. She laid there humiliated, excited. What was next?
She sighed out of arousal and gratification - what a thoughtful gift from her husband. Don smiled at her reaction. They stood in the doorway of the bedroom and right in front of them, there it was - a genuine gynecologist's exam table, stirrups up and ready.
"Oh, Daddy," she sighed. He responded with a slightly out-of-role, tender kiss on Layla's cheek. They shared a loving glance before resuming.
Don walked at his own pace to their 4 post bed and sat down on the edge, facing the mirror he had installed this morning. He glared at Layla and spoke, "come to me." She began removing her shoes, "NO," Don ordered, she froze. "Leave your big girl shoes on, all the better to humiliate you." He shot her the Don smile, she couldn't help but blush. She obeyed and made her way timidly to him. Their eyes met and he said with such calm authority, "lay across my lap, little girl. On your belly."
She felt herself gush out once again as she took her place across Daddy's lap. He began by caressing her tingling cheeks with a feather he had hid under his pillow. All along the fleshiest parts, then exploring her slightly-parted inner thighs, then all around but never parting her crack. He said in a stern whisper, "Daddy's going to spank you now. Stay still for me, little girl, or it'll get harder and harder for you - your little cheeks," he pinched her, "will be beat red."
She sighed, anticipating the bittersweet pain. He began beating her sensitive cheeks with quick, crisp slaps, stopping every so often to rub her down. "Daddyyyyy," she moaned out. He stopped abruptly, resting his hand on her tingling ass.
"Yes, little girl? Would you like to move on to my other ideas?"
She moaned, "yes."
"Say please," he pinched her sore cheek.
"Please!" She squealed. He laughed at her.
"All right," he delighted. He picked his little girl up by her torso and slung her gently over his shoulder - her beautiful, freshly-spanked ass right next to his face. He lifted them both from the bed, and rubbed her sore cheeks gently, spreading her just a little, as he walked them to the gynecologist's table.
"Daddyyyy," she moaned.
He chuckled again, "oh this is nothing, little girl. I'm about to spread you open for Daddy like a little girl should be." He sat her on the table as she continued to soak and ache. "Now lay down for Daddy, flat on your back, and let your little heiny hang off the edge just a little, like at the real doctor's." He glared over her little body like a ravenous vulture as she squirmed quickly to oblige him.
"That's a good girl. Now stay still for Daddy while he examines you. Everywhere." Layla gulped - what exactly did he have planned? What did "everywhere" mean? She absolutely hated when her real doctor asked her permission for rectal exams - how humiliating. She had told Don how she felt about them, and always refused them - she wondered if he would take it there today. There was a mirror on the ceiling - she could see everything. She blushed as his firm grip moved each of her legs into the stirrups, her legs bent at the knee and spread so wide...her pussy throbbed and throbbed, ached so much almost to the point of pain. She began to whimper. "Now, now, little girl...this is the least of it. Be a good girl for me." He strapped her feet down to the stirrups - she could not move.
"If you do attempt to move, Layla," he said sternly with complete conviction, "Daddy knows what you don't like." She moaned and whimpered more as he chuckled at her smugly. He paused for a moment, glaring at her wide open pussy and nearly-spread ass cheeks - still somewhat pink from his hands. "Now, wait here for a moment; Daddy has to go get his tools." He smiled and pinched her erect nipple on his way to the closet behind her - she heard some rattling, he was wheeling something over. She saw it - a tray on wheels. What was he going to do with that thermometer? And that other, black, binky-shaped thing? What was the Vaseline for?
He smiled at her nervousness and took a seat on the stool, facing her sex head-on. He softly ran a finger down her slit, soaking wet. He pulled on a pair of latex gloves and opened the Vaseline. He dipped his middle finger in.
"Stay still little girl," he started to gently rub her asshole as she squirmed - he applied authoritative pressure. "Stay still." He paused as she sighed, "this will make it easier for Daddy to take your temperature, little girl." He smiled and continued rubbing gently, more than necessary. He knew how it excited her beneath her humiliation.
"Up there?" She asked squeamishly.
"Yes, little girl. And you need to relax for Daddy, open up for me baby girl..." he continued rubbing. "Are you being a good girl, getting nice and wet for Daddy?"
She moaned, "yes," she managed with some reluctance. Don laughed at her slightly. She couldn't believe how good his smooth finger felt rubbing her there. She could feel her wetness dripping down between her cheeks - Don must notice, too, she thought, flushing. Her poor, purposely-neglected pussy ached so much, and throbbed, to the point of near pain. "Daddy," she sighed under her breath. Don laughed again and stopped rubbing her. He picked up the thermometer and held it up in her vision.
"Do you see this, little girl?"
She flushed. "Yes, Daddy."
"See the silver, metal tip here?" He emphasized the tip of it, about an inch and a half long.
She gulped and panted. "Yes, Daddy."
"This is the part Daddy's gonna slide into you, nice and slow, right up your little bum." He held the thermometer in his right hand and slowly began to rub her asshole again with his left hand's middle finger. "Are you ready for Daddy, little girl? Relax for me, open up for me, no clenching - it'll go up smoother that way. C'mon." He coaxed her asshole into relaxation and she became looser for him as her pussy clenched and clenched against her will. She sighed. "Ready, little girl?"
She swallowed hard, "yes, Daddy."
"That's a good girl, nice and slow now," he began inserting it, just bit by bit. She began to clench. "Ah, ah, ah," he tisked, "relax." He caressed her cheeks and slowly moved the thermometer in and out of her, still not to the end of the tip. She almost came, but relaxed again for him. "Good girl, good girl. This will get you ready for Daddy's finger." He smiled.
She swallowed again. "Daddy's fingers?" She looked so panicked. He couldn't imagine Don's finger up her ass - how humiliating.
"Yes, little girl. I have to feel you inside. Make sure you're wide enough open for the next step." Her mind wandered - next step? He slid more length of the thermometer into her and of course she clenched again. He took two fingers and spread her ass cheeks, urging her to open more. "Open up little girl, Daddy needs to get the whole tip in. Then I've got to hold it inside you for a minute." She sighed deep and her body obliged. One of Don's greatest strengths as a lover was always that he could coax her body into doing things even she herself could not. "Good girl," he rubbed her pink cheeks gently as he slowly slid the whole length of the tip inside her.
He moved it in and out little by little, rhythmically, until finally the whole tip rested inside her still by his hand. "Good girl." How humiliated she felt to be having her temperature taken like a little girl as her pussy soaked and ached for Daddy's mouth and cock. She knew this had to be making him excited, too. She knew the question was coming. "How does that feel up there, little girl? How's that feel up your bum? Daddy's holding it nice and still inside you." There is was, that Don smile. He spread her cheeks again, he wanted his answer.
She moaned half in pleasure half in sheer embarrassment. "It feels..." she searched for words that were just not there. What if she liked it? She wondered if she wanted him to know.
"You can tell Daddy, little girl," he spread her wider, "how does it feel up there, nice and still?"
"Daddyyy...my pussy's all wet. It aches, Daddy."
He laughed at her. "Yes I know, little girl. Be good." He held it there for a solid minute or two in silence before sliding it out slowly. She squirmed, to which he responded with a crisp slap to her ass cheek, she whimpered. "No moving." He put the thermometer back on the tray and dipped his finger back in the Vaseline. "Are you ready for Daddy's finger now?" He began rubbing her asshole again. The thermometer had opened her up just a little.
She gulped. "Yes, Daddy. Please be gentle."
He laughed. "Yes, little girl, relax for Daddy," he planted soft kisses along the cheeks of her ass while he rubbed, and she opened up more. He kissed along the outside of her pussy lips - swollen, she inhaled and sighed - she couldn't wait for Daddy's mouth on her, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue as he fingered her slowly, gradually satisfying her deep ache. "Ready, baby?"
She swallowed, "yes, Daddy."
He smiled. "Okay, easy, baby, easy," he began slowly and gently easing his finger into her tight little asshole. She moaned half in pleasure, half in discomfort. "How's that, baby girl? How's Daddy's finger feel up there? Is my little girl embarrassed?"
Her breathing quickened as she eased around him. He started to finger slowly in and out of her by centimeters. She was easing into him perfectly. "It stings, Daddy..."
"But in a good way, hm?" He chuckled - he so enjoyed turning her on to new things she normally shied from. He delighted in rightfulness, of course.
"Yes, Daddy," she squirmed. He swiftly slapped her ass cheek with his free hand.
"Stay still, little girl," he forced his finger up deeper as a disciplinary move to which she gasped. "Easy, easy." He continued gently fingering. "Humiliating, isn't it? Having to stay still for Daddy while he fingers your asshole? While your spread nice and wide for me, so close to my face? Oh I can see everything, little girl."
She flushed. The urge to move was almost unbearable, but complete submission was darkly thrilling to her. She could feel her juices drip down the crack of her ass as her poor, neglected pussy throbbed. Don could feel it, even on his gloved finger. He chuckled. "Mnn, yes Daddy. I'm humiliated."
"But it makes your little pussy drip, doesn't it baby girl?" He couldn't conceal his corroded grin. He thought of her at her office, all poshed up, sitting at her desk, touching herself through her panties as she soaked, thinking back to this very moment. One of his favorite things to do while away from his wife was to text her commands at random and make her prove obedience by texting back pictures. She was such a good girl for him. It delighted him so to reward her when the time came. His jaw and tongue would ache, the scratches on his arms wouldn't heal sometimes for weeks, but none of it mattered - Layla had the most beautiful orgasm he'd ever seen.
"Mnn, yes, Daddy. I can't wait for your tongue, your mouth, your fingers." She groaned. She wanted to move so badly. He laughed at her, the quiet sound barely reaching her ears.
"Little girl, you're opening up so nice. Your almost ready for the plug."
"Plug?" Her heart raced. They were due for a second dose, but Don was in control of the drugs now.
He showed her the "black, binky-shaped thing" she hadn't known the name of before. "When you're nice and open for Daddy like a good girl, Daddy's going to put this up your bum and it's going to stay there until I take it out."
Her pussy gushed. "Daddyyyy," she panted. Don laughed almost condescendingly.
"You're almost ready, baby." He continued fingering and twisting inside her for a few moments until he could feel her as open as possible. "Daddy's gonna take his finger out now and put the plug up inside you, okay baby? Stay still." She gulped as Don gently removed his finger. Her asshole was already sufficiently lubricated from all the Vaseline, and from her own juices leaking down into her. He removed his gloves and picked up the plug, circling it around her asshole sensually for a moment. "This is gonna feel big up there, little girl, just be a good girl for Daddy and let yourself open and close around it. Here it comes."
Her pussy ached as he pushed the plug inside her, how it stretched her and stung but shamefully aroused her. Her body unintentionally quivered and Don stroked her inner thighs lightly with his free fingers, before moving them down and spreading her cheeks wide. The plug was all the way in now and Don no longer had to hold it in place. His poor little girl was 100% exposed to him, at his mercy, powerless. She moaned her half and half moan and he reveled in it. He stood up.
"Stay, baby. I'll go get us more pills." He masturbated her asshole teasingly before he left the room. She laid there humiliated, excited. What was next?