Page 2 of A Bad Girl's Needs

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out his words, but they burrowed into my brain. The thought of strange men’s hands on my newly bare skin made my stomach churn. I bit my lip hard, determined not to let Daddy James see how his words affected me.

Just then, the door opened with a soft whoosh. I craned my neck as much as the restraint would allow and saw a middle-aged man in a white coat enter. He smiled at me, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Hello, Amy,” he said, his voice clinically detached. “I’m Dr. Reeves. I’m here to perform your examination and ensure you’re ready for your training and use.”

My breath caught in my throat. Use. The casual way he said it, as if I were nothing more than an object, sent a chill down my spine.

Daddy James placed a large hand on my shoulder, his touch firm but not painful. “Amy, Dr. Reeves is going to do a very thorough examination. He’s not just checking your physical health—he’s going to demonstrate to you that you’re in exactly the right place.”

I frowned, confused. “What the hell does that mean?”

Dr. Reeves chuckled, pulling on a pair of latex gloves with a snap that made me flinch. “It means, my dear, that your body is going to betray all those defiant words coming out of that pretty mouth of yours.”

As the doctor approached the foot of the exam table, Daddy James leaned in close, his beard tickling my ear as he whispered, “Remember what I said, honey. Behave yourself. You already have a paddling coming—don’t make it worse.”

As Dr. Reeves approached, I tried to squeeze my thighs together, but the stirrups held my legs spread wide. My heart pounded as his gloved hands touched my inner thighs.

“Now, now,” he chided, “no need to be shy. We’re going to get to know your body very well.”

His fingers probed between my legs and I gasped, twisting against the restraints. “Stop!” I cried out. “Don’t touch me there!”

But Dr. Reeves ignored my protests, his fingers exploring methodically. To my horror, I felt a warm tingle building where he touched. My face burned with shame.

“Just as I suspected,” Dr. Reeves said, glancing at Daddy James. “Her body is responding beautifully, despite her objections.”

Daddy James nodded approvingly. “You see, Amy? Your pussy knows what you need, even if your mind is still resisting.”

I shook my head frantically. “No! You’re wrong! I don’t want this!”

But even as I denied it, I couldn’t ignore the growing warmth between my legs. Dr. Reeves’ fingers circled my clit and I bit back a moan.

“Her lubrication is increasing,” the doctor noted clinically. “And her clitoris is becoming engorged.”

Tears of frustration and humiliation welled in my eyes. Why was my body betraying me like this?

“I’ll move on to the basic exam,” the doctor said, addressing Daddy James as if I were nothing but a piece of furniture, or… or a wild animal who had to be restrained for medical care, so that its training could begin. Then he turned to me, and made it even worse. “We need to make certain you’re ready to give your daddies the sort of pleasure bad girls like you are made for.”

As I watched in horror, he donned a headlamp and took a plastic speculum from a cart he pulled out of the corner of the room. He wheeled a stool over and sat on it, then positioned himself between my spread legs. I squirmed uselessly against my restraints as he lubed the transparent device, then brought it close to my exposed sex.

“Now, Amy,” he said in that maddeningly clinical tone, “you’re going to feel some pressure. Try to relax.”

I gritted my teeth as the cool, slippery plastic touched my sensitive flesh. The doctor slowly eased the speculum inside me, and I couldn’t hold back a whimper at the intrusion. He cranked it open, stretching me wider, and I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

“Good girl,” Daddy James murmured, stroking my hair. “Just breathe through it.”

Dr. Reeves leaned in close, his headlamp illuminating my most intimate areas. I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to bear the intensity of his scrutiny.

“Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully. “As indicated in her preliminary dossier, she’s not a virgin. Absence of the hymen shows clear signs of previous penetration.”

My cheeks burned with shame. How dare they discuss my sexual history so casually, as if I weren’t even there?

“Now for the other entrance,” Dr. Reeves announced, withdrawing the speculum from my vagina.

Before I could process what was happening, I felt the beak of the horrid thing pressing against my anus. I yelped in surprise and discomfort.

“No!” I cried, struggling against the restraints. The doctor pulled the speculum back and lifted his gaze to look at me across my naked belly, my bare breasts, heaving with my rapid breath.

“Certainly, Amy,” the doctor said. “You’re going to be having regular anal sex soon, so I need to make sure you’re ready for your training.”

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