St. Mary’s high school for girls has a long tradition of corporeal punishment. All of the teachers and administrators are male. Thus, when a young lady is to be punished with a spanking, paddling or canning, depending on the severity of the offense -- two males need to be present. For most girls this made punishment twice as enjoyable, two men to see their most private of parts exposed. At St. Mary's, bad girls that were to receive spankings, were required to undergo complete physical examinations before and after their punishments. This meant going to the school doctor, disrobing into a flimsy cloth gown with a string behind the neck and waist.
Dusty was the school slut: hair in pig tails, tongue piercing, sensual tattoos and jewelry in all the right places, multiple ear piercings, belly ring, clit ring, anklet, toe ring, Frederick’s of Hollywood lingerie, or nothing at all underneath. She was hot, exuded sexual chemistry. In class she was a regular Lolita, performing fellatio on a totsie pop while teasing her instructors bedroom eyes, opening and closing her legs. All the good girls called her names behind her back, like “Ho”, “Slut”, “Bitch”, the usual name calling for a girl sexually advanced way beyond her years. If there were a sex IQ, then this girl would be an Einstienian sex genius. The whole school administration wanted to correct this sexual sucubus using corporeal punishment and wanted in get into her pants.
Dr. Jack was the doctor in charge of student physicals. He was 6'4" tall and very handsome. Girls would swoon looking at Dr. Jack, imagining if the rumors were true: vaginal and anal examinations after a spanking. The rumors were true. The doctor had to examine the punished female’s posterior for signs of physical abuse, and a full body cavity examination of the young girls for signs of sexual abuse. A pre-punishment GYN exam to establish if the girl was a virgin to begin with. Non-virgins were caned as an extra offense.
Dusty sat in the back of biology class, nervously crossing her legs, hoping she wouldn't get called into the principal's office for a spanking. Dusty was wearing a red plaid tartan pleated skirt that reached mid-thigh. She was wearing a white blouse, white mesh bra, white mesh panties and bobby socks. Dusty was a senior. Dusty would love to be examined by the doctor, before and after her spanking. She was terrified of the pain of being caned, since she was not a virgin. Three months ago, one of the teachers drove with Dusty, once a month, to buy school supplies. Dusty would rub her foot on his bulge, as the teacher was driving. One day the teacher couldn’t take it any longer. He pulled the car over to the side of the rode and made 18 year old Dusty a woman.
Two more classes until school lets out, maybe I got away with it, Dusty thinks to herself. A student walks in carrying a note and presents it to the biology teacher. Dusty face turns red in anticipation of what lies ahead. The teacher says, "Dusty, you are needed in the school doctors office. Please go there at once." Dusty gets up from her chair, ever so slowly, her head spinning. Fear and dread make her stomach twist in knots. She bows her head, eyes lowered as she walks down the long aisle, girls sitting at their desks, on both sides, look up to see Dusty's beet red face. One girl, in the back of the class, stares at Dusty's hips swaying, her short shirt moves to the left and right, imagining what punishments were in store for Dusty’s ass checks. Dusty turns the brass knob on the classroom door, and heads towards the doctor's office.
Dusty walks into the doctor office for the first time, a place she has sexually fantasized about. A young redheaded receptionist tells her “Have a seat, the doctor will be with you shortly”. Dr. Jack would always call the receptionist “Red”, not because of the red hair on her head, instead is was for the tiny, wispy landing strip of red hair above her clitoris. Dr. Jack is busy performing a post spanking physical on a naughty blonde. Dusty glances at the clock, biology is almost over. A few minutes pass the bells rings signifying the end of the period. Only two more periods remain. The door to the examination room opens, the young blonde freshman girl, walks out in tears, adjusting her skirt, rubbing her sore bottom. Dr. Jack, holding a clipboard, tells Dusty to step inside the examination room. Dusty gets up slowly from her chair. Dr. Jack says, "Hurry Dusty, I don't have all day. I need to examine you later, as well as the other girls you were with!"
Doctor Jack has a split personality, much like the fictional Dr. Jeckel Mr. Hyde. At first, the doctor was able to repulse his intense, primal sexual urges; lately however, the Mr. Hyde side of his personality has become increasingly more dominate, controlling and sensual. The doctor has decided to take the Mr. Hyde trail, with his penis leading the way like a baton.
Dusty's face became flushed. The embarrassment of being punished, and the excitement of being exposed to the doctor commingled to excite Dusty sexually. Dusty felt herself getting wet, as she walked past the handsome doctor, a doctor that she had fingered herself many times fantasizing what this moment would be like. “Have a seat on the examination table and I will be with you shortly,” says Dr. Jack with a grin, eyeing her attractive tight bottom from behind as Dusty nervously approached the examination table, imaging what her backside would look like bare-bottomed. I guess I’ll find out in a minute, Dr. Jack thinks to himself.
Dusty expected the familiar alcohol disinfectant smells of traditional doctors offices, but this doctor’s office was very different -- the raunchy scent of fresh sex permeated the air. Dusty sees the examination table in the center of the room and heads toward it. She walks past the black leather doctor’s stool. Puts her foot onto the rubber footstool, lifts herself up, sits on the protective paper that creases under her weigh, making an unpleasant sound, her bottom feeling the coolness of the black leather cushion on the examination table. She wiggles her fanny on the table anxiously waiting for Dr. Jack to close the door and begin the exam. See glances at the cotton balls stacked in a glass container, K-Y cream tube, latex examination gloves, clear plastic speculum, pap smear swabs, stethoscope, blood pressure gauge, enema bag, douche bag, thermometers in a glass jar half filled with water, and a stainless steel bed pan. The doctor is explaining something to the receptionist. Dusty presses her legs tightly together, squirms a little as she hears the footsteps of the doctor approaching the door. She feels her face getting flushed.
“I see that somebody has been a naughty girl, and needs to be punished,” said Dr. Jack, smiling, as he closes the door behind himself. “Y-e-s D-o-c-t-o-r,” Dusty stuttered, almost inaudibly to herself. “Well then, I will have to give you a complete physical and GYN examination young lady,” the Dr. gleamed, “I need to ask you a series of questions, most are of the yes/no variety. Are you ready?”
“Yes, doctor”
“You understand what is involved in a GYN exam, right?”
“Yes, doctor. I have read about it in “Seventeen” magazine,” said Dusty, trying to sound grownup.
“Have you ever had a pelvic examination before?”
“No”
