Page 6 of His Bride

I try to relax, but I cannot, because the machine is creating several sensations all at the same time. There is a wet sucking against the area around the top of my lips, and a light probing feeling lower down. It doesn’t enter my body, but it presses against my secret entrance, promising penetration without delivering.

My back arches, and my mind swirls with the strangest thoughts and feelings. It is as though I am trying to think through molasses. The device is giving me so much pleasure, I do not know how to handle it. It’s more than I have ever felt. More than I knew I was capable of feeling, and it is being delivered in the most clinical way possible.

I feel my bra cups lowered, two clips placed over my nipples. They are very hard already, and the squeezing of the clips serves to send bolts of raw sensation zipping through me right to that super sensitive part of my body being suckled by the machine. I find myself holding my breath as I sweat and squirm, writhing against the bed and bucking against the equipment.

“Are you resisting orgasm, young lady?” The doctor’s voice has dipped into stern tones.

“I don’t know,” I whimper. “What’s an orgasm?”

There is a brief pause, and then a nearly paternal chuckle. “Innocent thing,” he says. “Orgasm is a release of pleasure. If you let yourself feel all of this, you will reach a point where all those good feelings reach a peak. This machine is designed to make you come to climax.”

“Ohhhhhh…” I moan the response as he tightens the clamps on my nipples a fraction.

I know I am holding back, but not because I want to be bad, but because I don’t know what it means to do what he wants.

The machine keeps stimulating me, and I keep getting closer and closer to what he describes. The doctor encourages me, his words making my clit pulse in response. There is something very wrong about this. I know it’s a medical examination, but the intense intimacy of it makes me feel as though I am doing something wrong.

“You’re going to need to come for me, young lady. We have no intention of sending the general an anorgasmic mate. So there’s no point holding back. That’s right. Good girl, grind your clitoris against the probe. Yes. Ride it, very nice. You’re talented for a virgin. Very good.”

“She’s not meeting the orgasmic standards,” the officer says.

I might not be accepted as a bride after all. I don’t know if I feel relief or disappointment in this moment. Right now, all I feel is my pussy being manipulated and toyed with, my nipplesclamped, my squirming, sweating body on display to strange male eyes.

“Let me try something. I have seen this before,” the doctor says. He disconnects the machine, leaving me in a state of helpless arousal I cannot help or escape. He is sitting next to the bed on a chair, which he does not leave as he indicates I should get down.

I do as I am told, shaking and weak. “I’m sorry,” I say. “I don’t know…”

I am turned over the doctor’s lap, my underwear pulled down beneath my cheeks. Before I know what is happening, I am being spanked. Hard and fast, the doctor’s hand lands on my upturned cheeks, punishing me swiftly and terribly.

His other hand slides around under me, the tips of his gloved fingers rubbing against my clit in forceful circles that smear the combination of the gel and my own arousal against my pussy.

“Not going to come for me, eh?” he lectures me. “Let’s see what a good, long spanking does for you, spoiled little girl.”

His tone is very stern and strict, and his touch is somehow very professional even though it is still so intimate. I feel the pleasure I was already feeling peaking again, something about the pain and the shame intensifying all of it.

My bottom hurts terribly. He is truly spanking me very hard, punishing me for my refusal to orgasm when he told me to.

“Good girls come when their doctor tells them to,” he says. “They don’t lie in the chair, grinding against the toy like it is there for them to enjoy when they are supposed to be showing how they orgasm. You naughty, greedy little brat. Spread your legs for me. That’s right.”

My legs are spread wide over his lap and now he is spanking both my bottom and my pussy. His fingers are pressed against my clit, but the tips of the fingers on the other hand are whipping my lips.

I can’t hold back anymore. Finally, I understand what he meant by orgasm. It is a feeling of culmination, of all the little sensations coming together in one great big overwhelming wave that leaves me wailing, screaming, and shaking over the doctor’s lap.

No sooner have I come than he pulls my panties back up snugly and pats my bottom in a friendly kind of way. He helps me up and sits me on the bed to catch my breath.

“Some girls won’t orgasm unless they’ve been spanked,” he says to the officer. “I’ll make a note in her file that she should be disciplined before being bred. I’m sure the Archon-General won’t mind whipping that generous behind.”

“Good,” the officer says. “Then I’ll send her on to the transport team.”

“Give her some water,” the doctor says.

I am led out of the medical bay in a haze. I’m not sure what just happened. I’m not sure what to think about how I feel right now. I’m not sure what’s going to happen next. I am passed along through another group of people and then put into a transport vehicle and then driven through the countryside to a very large airport, which is where the planes are.

They do not speak to me on the way there, so I occupy myself by looking out the window at the city. Many of the old buildings have been preserved, making it one of the prettier places in Angeland. There are shining cobble streets and big old brick and stone buildings held together with mortar and custom.

My family never spent much time in the city. Every season, Mother and Maraline and I go to refresh our wardrobes and attend a few social gatherings. Maraline has always complained she doesn’t get to go on her own. She probably will be allowed to now, because she will never be matched. She will have to live her life as an independent woman, able to go where she pleases and do what she wants. It is a terrible fate, one she has regarded with deep horror for as long as I can remember.

My mind keeps drifting from thoughts of home to the strange ordeal I experienced in the medical bay. I can’t make sense of it. My body no longer feels quite so odd, not as light, and not as good. But there are lingering aftereffects, I think.

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