Page 6 of Her Shameful Wedding Night (Corporate Correction)

Chapter Four

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Bradley’s handheldbuzzed as he watched Zoe bend toward the little chair. He had gotten so hard, seeing his lovely fiancée naked for the first time, that he had locked the door of his office and sat down at his desk to enjoy the experience properly.

The consent form he had signed for the program—which he had as a lawyer of course read thoroughly and with some surprise at the breadth of power it gave him over Zoe as her future husband—had included a provision for the recording and monitoring of her visits to the clinic. The website for prospective bridegrooms had recommended that a girl’s fiancé watch her exam live or on tape, to get a better sense of her needs than he might have otherwise.

Still, Bradley could hardly believe either how hot Zoe’s evident embarrassment at the nurse’s instructions seemed or how sexy she looked to him, naked for this exam that would prepare her for a traditional marriage to him—and a traditional wedding night. He couldn’t wait to hold her in his arms and ask her about the many emotions he could see passing over her face—and of course about the obvious wet spot on the panties she had just finally put down.

“Corvan,” he said, picking up the handheld as he kept following the events in the exam room on his laptop.

“Mr. Corvan, Jake Davies here from state family services. I noticed you’re watching your fiancée’s exam and I thought it might be helpful to touch base about what you’re going to see.”

“You’re watching it too?” Bradley frowned.

“No, actually. I can’t see it—I only know that you’ve got the video feed open. I do see general updates to Zoe’s chart in real time, so I can help you figure out how best to get started on a plan for implementing the program’s recommendations.”

Bradley nodded: that was reassuring, at least. “Okay, so what can you tell me?” He had the urge to ask specific questions immediately—especially about the strength of Zoe’s reaction to the exam—but he realized that this call from Davies must mean that the marriage subsidy program had more to it than he had thought. Probably best to let the program officer volunteer information before Bradley decided to trust a government employee with his concerns about his bride’s sexual health.

“Well, I can tell you that you’re going to qualify for our program, first of all. So, congratulations on that.”

“Why, exactly?” Bradley asked, genuinely curious as to what Davies had seen that made him so confident. On his laptop screen, Zoe hopped up onto the exam chair, looking nervously at the nurse, who was tapping at her handheld.

The program officer chuckled. “I don’t get to see the actual picture of a bride’s panties, but the algorithm that analyzes it is just about 100% accurate. I don’t think I’ll offend you if I say that Zoe’s underwear tells me she belongs in a traditional marriage.”

The nurse had turned back to the beautiful naked girl on the exam chair. Zoe’s face seemed in some hard-to-define way to confirm what Davies had just said, that Bradley’s innocent bride needed a firm hand. She looked at the nurse with wide eyes, as if searching for guidance. Bradley found himself shaking his head, though, doubting his intuition since the idea seemed so outlandish.

“Can you spell that out for me a bit?” he asked, as he watched Zoe lean back in the chair, obeying the nurse’s instructions. He swallowed hard, then, as his bride raised her knees and spread them, to have her feet guided into the plastic stirrups. The camera had it seemed been positioned in the room to give the best possible view of the pussy of a girl in the exam chair. Bradley couldn’t help feeling voyeuristic, even as his cock swelled in his pants at the sight of Zoe’s virgin cleft, sweetly covered in sparse golden curls, with her demure pink private lips peeping out between her paler outer ones as if his bride had been made to disclose a naughty secret.

“Sure,” Davies replied, “but since I think the exam is probably at the point where Zoe is in the stirrups, let me just say that even though it’s going to feel a little strange to watch her this way, without her knowing, it’ll be a really good thing because of what you’re about to learn.”

“Learn?” The nurse stood between Zoe’s thighs, now, her blue scrubs contrasting with the girl’s nudity so sharply that it nearly took Bradley’s breath away.

“Tell you what. Best thing right now is for you to watch, and then call me when it’s over, so I can answer your questions. Sound okay?”

“Yeah,” Bradley said, rather absently because the sight on his screen distracted him so thoroughly now. The nurse’s eyes and Zoe’s seemed locked in a battle of wills, as the older woman’s hand reached out and took hold, lightly, of the bride’s left breast, her thumb against Zoe’s pink nipple.

Bradley’s handheld went silent. Zoe stammered, “Wh-what are you...”

The nurse said calmly, “I’m going to test your sexual responses, now, honey. This nipple is fully erect. That’s very healthy.” She moved her hand across Zoe’s body to palpate the other little breast, rub the other pink nipple. Zoe squirmed on the exam chair, as if simultaneously trying to get away and trying to keep herself in place.

“Try to relax, Zoe,” said the nurse. “Your fiancé sent you here, to help you as a couple start your life together. You’re an adorable girl, ready for marriage and ready to learn about what it means to be a wife.” The nurse continued to stimulate Zoe’s breast as she spoke. “The program you’re applying for is designed to help...” she checked the handheld in her other hand, “...Bradley find the best way to guide you, and you find the best way to accept his guidance. That’s all traditional marriage is.”

But Bradley could see in Zoe’s face as she looked up at the nurse that the implications of this guidance seemed as complicated to his fiancée as they did to him.

“These breasts do deserve to be taken care of, honey,” the nurse said, returning her hand to the other one. “Most young husbands hesitate to tell their wives about their preferences where underwear is concerned, but I’m going to recommend that Bradley make sure you wear a bralette every day.”

“What?” Zoe cried, her face bright red. She squirmed again under the nurse’s hand, this time with more obvious intent to escape the hand whose evident skill had clearly put her in great confusion. The naked girl’s hips moved too, now, her bottom and thighs bucking just a little, but in such an exciting way that Bradley couldn’t resist putting his own left hand down under his desk, to ease the agitation of the long, hard cock that would take Zoe’s virginity so very soon.

The nurse didn’t answer the bride’s protest with words, but she took her hand away from Zoe’s chest. To Bradley’s surprise, that hand instantly went to the side of Zoe’s waist, though and pulled out a thick webbing strap and placed it across the naked girl’s tummy with an unhurried expertise. Then, with that single hand—the nurse’s left hand being still occupied with holding her handheld—she pulled a matching strap from Zoe’s other side and used the strong Velcro on it to secure the girl to the exam chair, even as Zoe turned her head from side to side, her thoughts one step behind the nurse’s actions.

“I... what are you...” Zoe said, the uncertainty in her voice seeming to carry a realization that she had begun repeating herself, each instance seeming less effectual.

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