Page 9 of Her Shameful Wedding Night (Corporate Correction)

The biggest clench yet happened, the biggest squirm.

“Oh, my,” Nurse Carter said, and the blood seemed to rush in a flood between Zoe’s cheeks and her pussy. Yet one more sob came from her chest.

The nurse didn’t say anything more, as if she felt embarrassed herself, despite everything she had tried to make clear about how healthy Zoe’s obvious response seemed. The clipper kept moving though, taking away the last of the golden curls from between a young bride’s thighs. Desperately trying to recover some of her composure, Zoe said, in a voice she thought sounded a little less strained, “I mean, about...traditional.And... the science?”

The clipper clicked off, and Zoe managed to keep the sound that wanted to come out from her throat, a wail of protest and a plea for the sensation’s return, from actually emerging.

All gone now, she thought despite wishing that part of her brain would just stop, if only for a few moments so she could think clearly.All my pussy hair, taken away because that’s what an innocent bride is supposed to look like, down there. Fresh, and neat, and tidy for her husband.

The clipper went back into the cabinet, and Zoe heard the sound of a plastic pouch being opened. She lifted her face again to see that Nurse Carter had taken out a clear plastic speculum. She felt her brow furrow: she hated the speculum just like everyone else, but at least she knew what it felt like, and she knew it wouldn’t do what the clipper had done between her legs—make her feel like if Bradley were there in the room she would beg him to make a woman of her, with his... his thing... hispenis... right then and there, with the nurse supervising and telling her fiancé to do it harder, and harder... as hard as he wanted, even though he had only just put it inside her virgin pussy for the very first time.

“I’m going to put some lubricant on the speculum, now,” the nurse said. “It will feel cool. This will only take a moment, though. Relax your muscles as much as you can, down here.” Then a squirting kind of sound. It started to feel like Zoe’s visits to the gynecologist. Her question about the program and the science behind it had gone unanswered, and now Zoe thought she could just leave it that way, since this whole thing just turning normal and then going away, ending, seemed like the best possible outcome. She rested her head back on the table and felt her body tense and then, with difficulty, relax a little as she tried to concentrate on letting the tension go.

“Alright, honey,” Nurse Carter. “I’ll just take a look at your vagina and your hymen now.”

Zoe bit her lip as the beak of the speculum entered her, then let out a sharp puff of air as she felt the nurse start to open it, to see inside her.

“This looks fine, honey. You’re ready for sex whenever your fiancé decides you should have it. I’ll take a picture for him, now.”

Zoe’s face crumpled and she let out a little moan. No, the speculum wasn’t like the clipper, because nothing about its spreading of her pussy for the nurse’s inspection gave the slightest bit of satisfaction for the terrible, needy feeling the nurse’s words stirred in her.

“You asked about the science, didn’t you, Zoe?” she asked. “Well, the latest studies show that for the target population of this program, to create the most harmonious kind of household and build the most cohesive and energy efficient kind of community, the husband should approach sex, and family discipline, in a highly dominant way, and ensure that he has the opportunity to satisfy his masculine needs regularly and in the manner he chooses.”

Zoe’s lips had parted again, and her breath came rapidly and shallowly between them. “What... what does thatmean?” she whispered.

Nurse Carter pulled the speculum out. “I’m going to go ahead and take a look inside your anus, now, honey. Try to relax your bottom for me.”

The beak pressed, and Zoe couldn’t suppress a tiny cry at the invasion.

“Well,” the nurse said, as if she hadn’t interrupted the flow of their conversation about the program at all, “one thing it probably means is that you’ll be having regular sex in here. No, try to relax, honey. Let the speculum help you learn to have the penis here. Your fiancé is going to want to enjoy himself in such a pretty bottom very often, I would guess.”

A sob broke from Zoe’s lips as she tried to obey the nurse, her mind whirling with the shameful information.

“There. That’s better. You look fine in here, too, though you’ll want to get yourself spic and span, just with soap and water and your finger. Now that you’re nice and tidy up front, I would go ahead and take a shower, then put on your prettiest pair of panties tonight. I’m sure Bradley’s going to want to have a look for himself. You can get dressed and go, once I’ve unfastened the restraints.”

Chapter Six

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