Page 53 of Trained By Her Daddy

As Dr. Goldstein approached me with one glistening index finger raised in the air, he spoke in a quiet but deliberate tone. “Keep your left leg straight and bend your right knee toward your chest.” After adjusting the bright light, his dry gloved hand splayed my buttock wide open, and I instantly felt the intense heat from the lamp warm my exposed anus. “First, I’m going to examine the external area,” he calmly commented before gently touching the circumference of the tender hole between my cheeks. But immediately after the brief inspection had ended, some lubrication brushed over my crinkled opening, and his deep Texan drawl captured my undivided attention as a thick dominant fingertip invaded my tight rosette. “Finger in your bottom now, young lady.”

My moan was soft as his sturdy digit penetrated my anus and the pressure inside the recesses of my rectum quickly mounted with an embarrassing pleasure as I heard his next direction loud and clear. “I want you to squeeze and hold onto my finger, so I can determine the strength of your anal muscles.”

At that point, John had scrambled out of his chair and was standing next to the doctor. There’s no doubt he figured I’d need to feel his presence closer to the examining table in order to keep my sassy mouth shut. And he was correct.

“Good job. Now, I want you to push and bear down, as if you’re having a bowel movement.”

Because I was facing the wall, no one was able to see my eyes roll before they dramatically crossed.

“You’re doing great, but I need you to relax, Lori,” Dr. Goldstein advised, slipping his long, lubricated finger past my tight ring of muscle. “Inhale a deep breath through your nose and blow it out. I know this was probably a bit uncomfortable for you, but we’re almost done.”

The doctor had no idea what was going on in my head, and I had no intention of relaxing one single muscle until his wet gloved finger slipped from my ass. I’d never experienced that type of exam from a doctor, but John knew damn well the combination of the exhilaration and embarrassment of anal play pushed all my buttons. Was it possible to have an orgasm during a rectal exam? Christ. I didn’t want to find out.

“I’m not feeling any abnormalities or growths,” he stated, slowly rubbing his finger along the rim of my quivering rosette. “In fact, everything seems to be smooth and normal in here.” As his finger finally slid from my anus, I heaved a sigh of relief and attempted to roll back over. “But don’t get up just yet,” he warned, removing the glove on his hand. “My nurse will be taking your temperature before you go.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Why would I need to stay in this position to have my temperature taken? Shouldn’t I get dressed first?”

“We only take temperatures rectally in this office,” Dr. Goldstein firmly stated, watching his nurse remove a thermometer with a thick bulbous end from the closet. “And we prefer an internal temp because it’s a more accurate result. Did I mention that I’m in favor of old-fashioned procedures?”

John’s uneven grin was prominent as he returned to his seat, and I twisted my neck to face the white wall in silence. Fuck me.

“After the exam is finished, you may get dressed and meet me down the hall in my office. Besides dictating a few notes, I’ll need to order some blood work from the lab to confirm the pregnancy, so take your time.” And then without another word, he promptly turned on his heels and exited the room.

John had to be grinning from ear to ear. From our first day together, my new Daddy made it crystal clear that he loved anal activity. And the memory of how he teased my tight hole with a rectal thermometer to see if it would arouse me, will be forever imbedded in my brain. Oh, he knows exactly what will turn my sparks into a flame!

“Bend your knees and keep very still for me, now,” the nurse directed in a serious voice, inserting the lubricated bulbous tip of the thermometer into my shivering anus. “It won’t take long to register your temperature, and there shouldn’t be any discomfort.”

She acted like it was perfectly normal to insert a thermometer into the rectum of a healthy twenty-four-year-old woman. As her warm gloved hand steadied my buttocks to keep me still, I could see her reflection in the large glossy picture above the exam table while she watched my face flush with humiliation. And without a doubt, the woman’s smile was wicked.

“Have the dinosaurs in this office heard of an oral thermometer? I hear it’s all the rage in this century,” I snipped.

“Behave yourself and be still,” John admonished in a strict tone.

I swear she pushed the thermometer a bit deeper into my ass after hearing my cheeky comment, but soon a glorious beeping sound was heard, so the nurse slid the wet instrument out of my rear end and proclaimed my temperature to be normal.

“Now can I get dressed?” I asked while rolling my eyes to the ceiling.

“Yes, you may. And Dr. Goldstein’s office is at the end of the hall when you’re ready.”

I heaved a sigh of relief, until John’s deep voice echoed in the sterile room. “We want to thank you for all your help and patience.” His lips pressed tightly together as he watched me hop off the table. “Tell Dr. Goldstein we’ll be in shortly to meet with him, but first, I’d like to have a few words in private with my fiancée.”

The nurse bobbed her head and opened the door to exit. “Take all the time you need.”

With the agile movement of a cheetah, John approached me from across the room. It was obvious he didn’t appreciate any of my exam humor, but in that quick minute—I decided my best offense would be a good defense.

“Besides the fact it’s not common practice to take an adult’s temperature rectally, you knew exactly what it would do to me…”

Unfortunately, my defending words were cut short as he spun me around and sharply applied the flat of his hand to my barely covered backside. “The last time I checked, young lady, you were the patient, not the doctor. And I asked you to behave yourself while we were in this office.”

“Hey, you can’t do that in here,” I protested loudly, rubbing my smarting behind.

There was a gleam in his eyes as he spoke in a deliberate and serious tone. “I have a notion to sit down on the exam table, lift you over my lap and raise that flimsy gown you’re wearing. Can you guess what will happen next, or would you like to test me a bit more, so I can give you a demonstration?”

“N-No need to guess,” I winced, taking one step backward. Knowing my new Daddy as well as I did, there was no doubt he could and would spank my bare ass in a public place.

“Wonderful. Then be a good girl and get yourself dressed. Or you’ll be searching for a padded seat to sit on when we meet with the doctor for a chat.”

My face sizzled with heat as I thought about being spanked in a place where everyone could hear. God knows how thin those walls were. “How well do you know Dr. Goldstein? I mean besides the fact your offices were in the same building?”

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