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."
