Page 13 of Shameful Needs
It wasn’t about hygiene at all. It was about submission. About making sure the wife felt exposed, vulnerable, childlike. Ryan would get to keep his masculine hair, his adult body, while I would be laid bare for his inspection. When he pulled down my panties for discipline or fucking, there would be nothing to hide behind, nothing to preserve my dignity.
The realization hit me like a freight train, unwelcome need shooting through me, and I started to struggle again. “No,” I said, my voice rising to a panicked shriek. “Stop!”
But Nurse Simmons didn’t stop. Her hands were steady and sure as she continued her work, the razor scraping away my hair with methodical precision. I felt completely exposed, more vulnerable than I’d ever been in my life, as she worked between my legs and then—to my absolute horror—moved to shave the crack between my buttocks.
“There,” she said finally, wiping away the last of the shaving cream with a warm cloth. “Much better.”
I lay there panting, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and unwanted arousal. The air felt cold against my newly bare skin, and I was acutely aware of how exposed I was, how helpless I must look.
Dr. Hamelin moved closer, his eyes studying my naked body with clinical interest. “Perfect,” he murmured. “Now we can begin the real examination.”
“What examination?” I gasped, trying to close my legs despite the restraints.
“Could I have a speculum, please?” he asked, turning to Nurse Simmons.
I watched in horror as Nurse Simmons handed him a clear plastic device, my heart hammering against my ribs. I’d never seen that kind of speculum before, but I recognized it immediately.
“This is just a routine check, Heather,” Dr. Hamelin said, settling onto a stool between my spread legs. “We need to ensure you’re in proper health before we begin your training.”
The cold plastic pressed against the entrance to my vagina, and I gasped at the foreign sensation. “Please,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I don’t want this.”
“What you want is irrelevant,” he replied matter-of-factly, slowly inserting the device. “Your husband has given us complete authority over your body.”
I squeezed my eyes shut as he opened the speculum, the sensation of being stretched and exposed making me want to die of shame. I could almost feel his medical gaze studying my most intimate parts like I was nothing more than a specimen.
“Excellent vaginal health,” he announced to Nurse Simmons, who made a note on her tablet. “No signs of infection or abnormalities. The cervix appears healthy as well.”
I let out a shaky breath of relief as he removed the speculum, thinking the worst was over. But then he moved to clean the device, and my stomach dropped as I realized what would happen next.
“Now we’re going to have a look in your anus,” he said, applying lubricant to the speculum.
“No,” I gasped, trying to squirm away despite the restraints. “You can’t—not there, please?—”
“Hold still,” he commanded, his voice sharp with authority. “This is going to be a little uncomfortable, but it’s important we conduct a thorough exam.”
I felt the cold plastic press against the tiny opening, and I sobbed as he slowly pushed it inside. The sensation was overwhelming, humiliating beyond anything I’d ever experienced. My face burned with shame as he opened the speculum, examining me in ways that made me want to disappear.
“Interesting,” he murmured, and I heard him shift on his stool. “You’ve definitely had anal intercourse before, haven’t you, Heather?”
My blood turned to ice. “I—no, I haven’t?—”
“Your body tells a different story,” he said calmly. “The tissue shows clear signs of previous penetration. Does Ryan know about this?”
I wanted to die. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. Chad’s face flashed through my mind—the way he’d bent me over his couch, the way he’d taken my ass while his friends watched. The memory made my stomach churn with mortification and treasonous arousal.
“I can see from your expression that he doesn’t,” Dr. Hamelin continued, removing the speculum. “That’s quite a secret to keep from your husband, isn’t it?”
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I lay there exposed and violated. “It was before we were married,” I whispered.
“Before,” Dr. Hamelin repeated, his voice taking on a tone that made my stomach clench. “But your body remembers, doesn’t it? The way you responded to penetration there tells me some important things about how to bring out the best in you, here at Selecta Solutions.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out his words, but I couldn’t escape the note of evaluation in his voice.
“I’ll definitely be recommending the anal module for your training program,” he continued, making a note on his tablet. “We need to ensure Ryan has the benefit of a properly trained wife when he chooses to use you there. Your previous experience of sex in your bottom will actually make the training more efficient.”
“No,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Please, you can’t tell him. He doesn’t know, and I don’t want?—”
“What you want is irrelevant,” Dr. Hamelin cut me off. “Your husband deserves to know what kind of woman he married. And more important, he deserves to have access to all of your body, properly prepared for his use.”
