The Doctor

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now. * * * * *

When Dr. Grant Feynman was in medical school, he never thought that being a pediatrician would mean being part of the juvenile judicial system, but times had changed. Three years ago, the federal government had legalized the “Taking Back Control” initiative that allowed for the public nude punishment of juveniles who broke the law or even simply angered their parents. The southern, bible thumping states had been the first to legalize these punishments. They had, at first, relied on embarrassing public punishments in parks and at malls, the modern equivalents of town squares. Over time they had built massive punishment centers that relied on robots and computers to punish youths. Those punishments had been recorded and sold as the states began to monetize the new initiative.

However, the other, more liberal states had adapted the new laws more slowly and they were usually less public and more controlled in its brutality. Dr. Feynman was in one of those states. At first, he had been uncomfortable with the idea of non-consensual touching of children under his care. He’d resisted accepting appointments for the semi-public punishments at first, but he’d relented eventually. He figured that eventually he would be ordered to by the courts, anyway, and he decided it was better for trained doctors to be part of the punishment than the equivalent of prison guards. It was safer for the poor kids, that way. He had worked it out with the other doctors in his practice that he would punish their patients and they would punish his, so that the children never had to distrust their own doctor. It had calmed his conscious as much as anything could, and he was slowly growing inured.

In about ten minutes, he was to begin the punishment of two sisters that had been ordered to be punished together to increase their embarrassment. He spent the last few minutes sitting in his office, reading their medical files and double checking that all the paperwork had been filed correctly.

The two girls were fourteen-year-old Kaylee Hatchett and her younger sister, eleven-year-old Harriet Hatchett. They had been caught smoking in the woods behind their school when they should have been waiting for the bus. Dr. Feynman always looked at the crime and usually regretted it. He wished the Taking Back Control laws punished things that would have been illegal for adults rather than every-day youthful indiscretions. Regardless, the same thing happened for every punishment.

His medical practice had written and submitted a “Punishment Routine” to the state court system and subsequently approved for his practice to be accredited as a juvenile punishment center. He’d learned over the past few months that his practice had adopted a fairly standard routine, easier than some places and more severe than others but basically right in the middle. The two girls would be subjected to the same embarrassing medical exam and then he would focus on their, what the Punishment Routine termed in overly complex language, features associated with primary and secondary sexual characteristics and development. That is, everything that is associated with sexual differences in males and females. There was a little bit of pain and a little bit of pleasure, but there was a lot of embarrassment that was made worse by the viewing gallery. While Dr. Feynman, a nurse, and the two children would be in one room, there was an adjoining room where the parents and affected members of the public could watch the punishment through a large window. Dr. Feynman didn’t think any member of the public was affected by Kaylee and Harriet smoking in the woods. However, he knew that a couple teachers, members of their church, or extended family would be invited to watch.

The office had sent a letter explaining the procedure in detail to the girls’ parents after the appointment was made. The letter suggested hiding the details from the children, but they had a few tips that he hoped they had followed. The girls were supposed to be showered and advised to follow all directions. There were ways that they could be tied down, but it would be helpful if they didn’t need to be restrained. They were supposed to be changing positions a lot, so strapping and unstrapping them slowed the whole procedure down. The girls were also supposed to be clean shaven below their necks. Dr. Feynman and the nurse would shave them if they had to, but, again, it would be nice if they didn’t have to do that. Finally, and this was a hard one for parents, the procedure would almost certainly break any girl’s hymen. In very careful language, the letter suggested that the parents of the young women prepare them. Dr. Feynman would prefer plainer language in the letter that advised the girls to break their own hymen, but he had been in the minority. He suspected some of the other doctors liked the idea of deflowering the girls and others were just uncomfortable with saying it out loud. Hopefully, he didn’t have to worry about that today.

There was a knock on the door and Dr. Feynman answered, “Come in.”

His nurse, a blonde twenty-something woman, named Amber walked in carrying two manila folders. “The girls are in the room waiting for us. Do you want to go in early?”

Dr. Feynman looked at his watch. He had four minutes before the scheduled appointment, “Is the gallery all there. Don’t want to get in trouble with them.”

“Yes, I think so. It seems like parents, two aunts and uncles, and a teacher.”

“Typical. We need to invest in a one-way mirror. I don’t like being able to see them through the glass.”

“You’re the partner. I’m just a nurse.”

Dr. Feynman grunted, knowing that was true. “Yeah, I know. Let’s go on and not keep them waiting.”

They walked down the hallway and knocked on the large double exam room before entering without permission. Knocking was just a habit now, meant to give patients who were here for an actual medical appointment warning and time to yell out if they hadn’t gotten into a gown or something like that.

When he entered the two sisters were sitting side by side in plastic chairs against the wall opposite the door. Two exam tables were to his right, their slightly elevated head against the right wall and their feet pointing toward the large window that took up much of the wall to his left. On the same wall as the door was a cabinet and sink with multiple drawers built into it that held all his supplies.

Dr. Feynman held off on studying the two poor girls in front of him and looked to the gallery. Through the glare on the glass, he saw four women and three men. Six of them were all about forty and Mr. Feynman deduced that those were the parents, aunts, and uncles. The fourth woman was much younger than the other witnesses. She must be a very young teacher and he wondered why she decided to attend the punishment. In his experience, most of the non-family witnesses tended to be older individuals that he suspected were more likely to agree with the conservative politicians who voted in the new laws. A couple options went through his mind, a favorite teacher showing support and a teacher who they the girls were rude toward, but he shrugged his shoulders and finally looked at the girls.

“Stand up,” he said putting authority into his voice. He tried to be polite and understanding to his charges but sometimes he had to rely on stern commands to compel the subjects of the procedures.

The two sisters stood up and grasped each other’s hands looking scared. Kaylee was to his left and significantly taller than her sister. She had dirty blond hair that laid on her shoulders and a pale complexion. She was lanky and all legs that looked particularly long in her short khaki shorts. She had the beginnings of an hour glass as her hips flared and her breasts were growing under her salmon colored tank top.

Her sister was still a little girl. Harriet was a head shorter than her sister and dressed in a green, sleeveless dress that went down to her knees and had black tights on down to her ankles. Her wavy blond hair was lighter than her sisters and went midway down her back. She didn’t show any signs of physical maturation like her sister did although soon Dr. Feynman would discover that for sure.

“Hello, Kaylee and Harriet. I’m Dr. Feynman and this is Nurse Amber. I know you are scared and that’s understandable. You can make it better, though. If you all listen to all of my and Amber’s orders this will be much easier. If you disobey the punishment gets much more uncomfortable and it lasts much longer. Do you understand?”

The two girls nodded.

“Good. Now from here on out, you answer every question with ‘yes, sir’ or ‘no, sir,’” he paused giving them a chance to comply.

Kaylee realized first and answered in a clear voice, “Yes, sir.”

Harriet understood after her sister answered, squeaking, “Yes, sir.”

“Good,” Dr. Feynman said, “I’m about to ask you two to undress. You are not allowed to cover yourself. Your hands should stay on top of or behind your head unless I say otherwise. Show me what that looks like.”

The girls released each other’s hand and complied, saying together, “Yes, sir.”

“Great,” Dr. Feynman said, pausing before delivering a powerful phrase, “Your bodies are not yours for the duration of the punishment. They’re mine.”

He paused to let the statement sink in. Girls in particular were trained to guard their modesty and this could be hard for them especially if their parents hadn’t prepared them. He’d seen kids break into tears at this point and not stop for the rest of the punishment. These girls though seemed strong, which made Dr. Feynman happy, “Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” both of the girls said at once.

“Good,” he paused, deciding who was going to go first, “Kaylee, come over here and strip to your underwear.”

Kaylee nodded and moved to the spot in the center of the room and faced the window staring into the faces of her family and teacher. She bent over and unbuckled her sandals pulling them off of her feet. Her cheeks were flushed as her fingers approached the hem of her tank top and hesitated. In the reflection of the glass, the doctor saw her close her eyes as she pulled it over her head revealing a white bra covering small, round breasts. She was otherwise very skinny. Her bony ribcage was visible as well as her collarbone and she had a flat stomach.

Reflexively one arm crossed over her chest as soon as her top hit the floor, but quickly she let both hands go down to the button on her khaki shorts. She opened the fastener and pulled down the zipper letting them open to reveal the white fabric over her most private area. She didn’t really have to push them down. Her hips weren’t wide enough to hold her pants up once they were open and they quickly fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them. She slowly laced her fingers behind her head and looked back toward Dr. Feynman.

Dr. Feynman felt some stirrings of arousal looking at the underwear clad fourteen-year-old. He knew it was normal. He had read a study of people that carried out the new punishments and the feeling was almost universal: lust followed by shame and a growing sense of control over it. He had been rock hard the first time he punished a teenage girl, but he had learned to control himself and get on with the job.

“Thank you, Kaylee. You can stand to the side. Harriet, it’s your turn.”

Kaylee relinquished center stage and Harriet replaced her as Amber collected Kaylee’s clothes from the floor and moved them aside. The eleven-year-old pursed her lips and lifted the green dress over her head. She wasn’t wearing a real bra. She had a white camisole that ended above her navel with some modesty padding that hid her nipples. Dr. Feynman realized that he’d been wrong, and she had matured somewhat as her breasts had began to bud.

Harriet realized that she had forgotten her white tennis shoes and bent down to unlace them. She stepped on the heel of one shoe and kicked it off and then repeated the action with the other. Then she stood on one leg as brought her foot off to peel off each white sock. She didn’t seem to hesitate as she stretched the elastic waistband of her tights and pushed them down her legs. She was wearing white panties just like her sister. Dr. Feynman wondered if the two of them coordinated or if their mom had made them match or if it was just luck that they both wore a white bra and panties on the same day. As he pondered the possibilities, she kicked the fabric from her ankles and slowly assumed the position with her hands behind her head.

“Thank you, too, Harriet. You two are doing great with listening to directions. Kaylee, go stand next to your sister and Nurse Amber will start your exam.”

The first portion of their punishments were embarrassing as they had to slowly remove the last of their clothing and submit to having various body parts measured. Dr. Feynman was happy that the data was being used as part of a scientific study to determine what were the average body proportions and sizes of different sexual characteristics at different ages. Those kinds of statistics had rarely been collected before the introduction of these punishments. Obviously, there weren’t many volunteers so at least it was pushing the boundaries of human knowledge.

Kaylee complied and Amber started to rummage in the drawers next to the sink. She returned with a bathroom scale and set it between the two adolescents. “Alright, Kaylee, up on the scale.”

Kaylee stepped onto it looked down at the spinning dial.

“What do you say?”

“Um, yes, ma’am.”

“Thank you. Looks like ninety-eight pounds. Harriet, you’re turn.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the younger girl answered as she stood on the scale.

“Good job,” Amber responded and watched the scale come to a stop, “Eighty-five pounds. Now for height.”

Amber walked back to the sink and returned the scale to the drawer. She spent a few seconds writing their weights onto the forms in the now open manila envelopes that she’d brought into the room. When Dr. Feynman had first started doing punishments, he had helped the nurse. However, lately, they had decided to let her do it herself. Her handwriting was better and making the girls stand semi-clothed in front of the window for as long as possible was part of the point.

Amber returned with a tape measure and stood behind Kaylee. “Stand up straight,” she said.

Kaylee complied and seemed to grow at least a couple inches. “What do you say?” Amber reminded her.

“Sorry,” Kaylee said, looking scared, “Yes, ma’am.”

Amber bent down and slid the metal tip of the tape measure under the girl’s foot as she spoke, “Not following rules is why you’re here. You need to learn.”

“Yes, ma’am. I know.”

“Mmhmm,” Amber sighed, “Sixty-seven inches. Tall and skinny.”

Kaylee frowned. Dr. Feynman knew that Amber liked the psychological punishment and knew how girls worried about their bodies.

Amber was standing behind Harriet now. “Fifty-nine inches. You’re a little taller than average, too. Maybe you’ll end up like your sister.”

Amber walked back to the sink to record the results. Dr. Feynman always liked that she was nicer to the younger girls. He thought the punishment was much worse for them since it relied on a certain level of physical maturity that they often didn’t have. However, he knew it was about to get worse as the next step required more clothing removal.

Amber walked back behind the girls. She knew that they could see her in the glare of the window and their eyes met hers in the reflection. “Next up is getting your chest measurements,” she paused and Dr. Feynman saw Kaylee’s face flush even more as she predicted what came next, “And I can’t get an accurate measurement with a bra. Well, maybe I could with Harriet.”

Kaylee closed her eyes when her fear was confirmed, and Harriet’s eyes went wide. The doctor found it amusing to see the two sisters have opposite expressions for the same emotion.

“Kaylee, you first. Take your bra off,” Amber ordered.

“Yes, ma-am,” Kaylee said, her voice cracking on the last syllable. Her hands went to the clasp behind her back and opened it. She closed her eyes and shrugged the straps off her shoulders and let her white bra hit the floor. She returned her hands to behind her head showing her growing breasts to the room. They were in the transitional stage between the conical shape that many developing breasts took and the round shape that they would eventually be, and they weren’t large enough to sag. Her pink nipples stood out from her mound like a pencil eraser, pointing toward the gallery.

“Harriet, I won’t make you wait. Go on and take off your training bra,” Amber said.

Harriet was still wide eyed, like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing, but her hands went to the bottom of the garment.

“Stop, what do you say first?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Harriet answered. The eleven-year-old rolled her shoulders like she was trying to relax and pulled her training bra over her head and off her chest.

“No covering!” Amber ordered as the girl covered her nipples with her fingers.

Harriet pursed her lips and let her hands go back into the correct position, her elbows pointing forward toward the window like she was trying to blind her peripheral vision. Her breasts had barely begun to sprout from her ribcage, her small, pink nipples standing less than an inch out atop a conical mound. Her nipples hadn’t developed at all, which was quite normal for her age, Dr. Feynman knew. They still looked like what every little kid had, boy or girl.

“Thank you, Harriet, remember, no covering,” Amber said.

“Yes, ma’am,” Harriet was careful to respond.

Amber smiled at the topless pre-teen’s reflection in the glass and walked behind Kaylee. It seemed to startle the girl to feel Amber move behind her and Dr. Feynman realized she had kept her eyes closed the whole time. “Hold still, I’m going to measure your chest size.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she said.

Kaylee gasped the first time anybody had touched her in an intimate way today as the nurse wrapped the tape measure around her back, over her hard nipples, and back. Amber looked at the tape measure, announcing, “Thirty inches. Very respectable at your age.”

The teenager squeezed her eyes closed again and nodded her head, acknowledging Amber. Now she wrapped the tape measure around her torso again pulling it tight against her ribcage under her growing breasts. “Twenty-eight point five inches for your ribcage.”

Amber walked around to the side of the teenager and Dr. Feynman knew she was measuring the width of her areolae. “One point one for both,” Amber proclaimed as she walked to the sink to record the measurement. She wrote down the numbers quickly and returned to stand behind the eleven-year-old, “Harriet, your turn. Are you ready?”

“Yes, ma’am,” she said, her eyes still as big as saucers.

Amber repeated the same procedure wrapping the ribbon over the girl’s nipples. “Twenty-five inches,” Amber said aloud as she measured the diameter over her buds. She moved the tape measure down avoiding her breasts now, measuring twenty-four inches and then pressed the ribbon against both of her prepubescent nipples, announcing to the room, “Zero point six inches.”

Amber walked to record the measurements on the forms. She took her time writing everything down. The next tests were relatively easy compared to the previous, but for now they were left to have their bare breasts ogled by their family and teacher.

Amber returned to stand behind Kaylee, “I’m going to measure your waist and hips now. Hold still.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Kaylee sniffed.

“Alright, that’s twenty-four inches for your waist and,” she hesitated as she wrapped the ribbon around the teenager’s hips, “Twenty-five point two five for your hips.”

Amber moved behind the pre-teen and repeated the effort, “Twenty-four and a half for both. Almost the same all the way down.” The nurse entered the numbers onto the forms and started to rummage through drawers.

“Ok, girls, I need you both to sit on the edges of the table,” Amber said as she threw a stethoscope over her shoulder and grabbed a blood pressure cuff.

“Yes, ma’am,” Harriet said, followed in less than her second by her sister’s response. They both pushed herself up onto their respective tables and returned their hands to the required positions. Kaylee’s legs almost reached the floor, but Harriet’s swung in midair. This was the first time that Dr. Feynman really got to take in their breasts and again he had to push down his arousal, especially toward Kaylee. Her breasts would be small, but not out of the ordinary on an adult, but in other ways she was still a child. She was so skinny and had only the hint of womanly curves.

Amber approached Kaylee and took the girl’s left arm and wrapped a cuff around it, and then held her wrist out in front of her counting the beats. In sixty seconds, she released the girl and then put the stethoscope in her ears. First, she listened to her lungs from the back and then her heart from the front. The cold pad of the instrument pressed just above the teen’s left breast causing her to open her eyes in surprise before quickly shutting them again when she looked through the window.

Then Amber moved on and repeated the process with Harriet. This section of the punishment was something that Dr. Feynman had pushed for among the other doctors. One, it was important to check this kind of thing, but, also, he was uncomfortable with how intimate the punishment would become. Ultimately, he had gotten his way as other doctors thought it ramped up the anticipation and embarrassment. If that was the argument that worked, Dr. Feynman was fine with it.

“They’re all healthy so far, Dr. Feynman,” Amber said, snapping him out of his inner thoughts, “I’m going to leave them in your capable hands.”

“Thank you, Nurse Amber.” Dr. Feynman walked to stand between the two girls and faced the window flanked by topless Kaylee to his right and topless Harriet to his left. “You girls have been very compliant so far, but it is about to get much harder. I just want to remind you two that it will be much easier if you keep listening to directions. Do you understand?”

They both nodded and answered, “Yes, sir.”

“Now Kelsey, I’m going to perform a breast exam and feel to make sure your organs are healthy. I need you to lay down on your back and hold still, ok?”

She complied falling backward to lay on the cushioned table whispering, “Yes, sir,” as she descended. Her hard nipples pointed up toward the ceiling and her nipples didn’t fall to the side at all like they would with more developed breasts. She squeezed her eyes shut even tighter as he reached across her touched her right breast. She gasped as he started to palpate the tissue, feeling for abnormalities. He suspected that some of his colleagues just groped the poor girls, but he was performing a breast exam. He touched her right nipple, making sure that it reacted appropriately, before repeating the process with the left breast. He felt nothing strange and announced as such to Amber to mark in the file.

His hands moved down now, and he took his time feeling over the teenager’s stomach placing one hand on top of the other and pushing down to feel her anatomy. He took his time moving from top to bottom until he had to slip his fingers under the waistband of her white cotton panties to feel the lowest areas of her abdomen. She grimaced and he felt her muscles clench as he approached her still covered privates. He understood and felt bad for her, but he had a legal responsibility.

“She’s healthy,” he said to Amber, “You can sit back up, Kaylee.”

She rose, her eyes still closed and stayed silent.

“What do you say?” Amber piped up.

Her eyes opened and looked apologetically at Dr. Feynman, “Sorry, sir. Yes, sir.”

He smiled at her, “You’re doing fine. Thank you for answering.” He really didn’t like enforcing the yessir/no-sir rule and often forgot about it in addition to choosing to not remind them, but Amber held him to it. “Harriet, lay back so I can examine you.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, complying. She stared at him with bright blue eyes and nibbled on her lower lip as the doctor touched her small right breast. She winced and he noted that it was tender, but that was normal at this stage. He felt the growing tissue below and around her nipple and everything felt normal. He rubbed over her nipple and pinched it slightly between his thumb and forefinger. It felt soft like it should and then tightened at the attention. Then he reached across her and did the same to her left breast with similar results.

“Slight tenderness in her breasts,” he said to Amber. “It’s normal at your age,” he assured Harriet. He began the abdominal exam on the young girl, again ending with his fingertips below the waistband of her panties. “Everything seems fine there. You can sit up.”

“Yes, sir,” the eleven-year-old said, sitting up.

Amber was rooting around in the drawers and turned on the sink. Dr. Feynman knew that she was preparing a pair of rectal thermometers that he was about to introduce to the girls. He knew that this was a big step. They were about to lose their last item of clothing and for the first time today something was about to invade their bodies.

“Alright girls, it’s time. Kaylee, stand up in front of the window and take off your panties.”

Kaylee inhaled loudly and her breath caught in her throat. There’s no way the order was a surprise, but it still must be shocking. This was just so far outside what she thought was possible until she’d gotten in trouble and maybe her parents hadn’t been straight with her about what was to happen to her. He hoped she was shaven, at least, as a fourteen-year-old would likely have significant pubic hair. Parents could be confounding. They’d come to watch their children be humiliated and fondled, but some couldn’t have a frank conversation about body hair.

Kaylee stayed frozen for a few seconds before jumping off the table. He looked in the reflection of the window and saw Harriet looking at her sister. She walked to the spot she had doffed the rest of her clothes and grasped the sides of her panties.

“What do you say?” Amber barked.

“Um, yes, sir,” she squeaked.

“Yes, sir to what? You took too long do you remember. What are you agreeing to?” Amber pushed. The fourteen-year-old frowned. Dr. Feynman wished Amber would have let that one go. This was hard for the girl.

Kaylee, her face and chest glowing red from embarrassment, whispered, “Yes, sir. I’ll take my panties off.”

“Thank you. Go ahead,” the doctor replied.

She pushed her panties down over her hips and they fell to the floor allowing her to step out of them and return her hands to her head. Her butt was rounder than the doctor had expected, another sign that she was becoming a woman. He looked into the reflection of the mirror and was thankful that her privates were free from hair. She shut her eyes and bowed her head in shame allowing everyone to take in her naked body.

Her hip bones were prominent, pointing toward the window, and, between them, she had a fully developed pubic mound. Between her thighs, were puffy lips, pinker than the rest of her skin and, for now, sealed shut. Dr. Feynman took a deep breath and tried to calm himself as he saw her in all her adolescent glory.

“Um, Harriet, join your sister and remove your underwear.” The doctor felt a wave of disapproval wash over him. He didn’t like when he stuttered, and he knew it was because he was distracted by Kaylee.

“Yes, sir,” the younger girl said as she stepped next to sister. Dr. Feynman thought he noticed her flash a smile toward her sister, whose eyes were still closed. He found that he was impressed by the preteen. She seemed to handle stress better than Kaylee, but she was still scared. He’d noticed her wide-eyed stare and lip chewing when she was touched and had to remove her clothes and expected it again.

Just like she had when taking off her bra, she rolled her shoulders to relax and her fingers grabbed the elastic around her waist. She chewed her lower lip again, her front teeth on display like a squirrel, as she rolled the sides of her panties down. Dr. Feynman could see the top of her crack and, in the reflection, he could see she had stopped just before she would have revealed her cleft. She rolled her shoulders again and with a quick jerk she let them fall and laced her fingers behind her head. Her bottom was flat and small, as the doctor expected. In the glass, he was again relieved to see no pubic hair between the girl’s legs.

Just like her chest, she wasn’t as developed as her sister. At eleven, her pubic mound hadn’t begun to develop. Like many pre- or early pubertal girls, her vulva appeared to be further forward than her older sister. While Kaylee’s growing mons pushed her slit down toward the floor, Harriet’s lips pointed forward when she was standing. Her lips further illustrated her youth in other ways. They were skinny and not yet taking on pigmentation different than the rest of her skin.

Dr. Feynman always felt especially bad for the younger girls. The punishment was definitely meant for older teenagers, but, unfortunately Harriet was considered post-pubescent. Like many philistines, the legislators behind Taking Back Control considered a girl’s first period to be a dividing line and the child in front of him had already crossed it. Eleven was slightly early for that, but not out of the ordinary. Dr. Feynman couldn’t recall her birthday. Perhaps she was almost twelve.

“Thank you, girls. Amber are the thermometers ready?” he said, trying to get on with his job, no matter how much he wished he could protest.

“Yes, doctor,” she answered.

“Ok, girls. We need to check your temperature but to be extra accurate we are going to use a rectal thermometer. Do you know what that means?”

“Yes, sir,” Kaylee answered frowning.

“No, sir,” Harriet answered, shyly.

“Kaylee, can you explain it to your sister, please?”

“Um, yes, sir,” Kaylee answered. Dr. Feynman didn’t think it was possible, but she grew even redder in her cheeks and across her chest and shoulders at the thought of telling her little sister, “Um, Harriet, your rectum is your, um, bottom hole.”

Harriet’s eyes got wide again as she realized what was about to happen.

“That’s close enough to right. The entrance is your anus and the rectum is what is inside. Now I need both of you to lean against the tables with your bottoms toward the window.”

“Yes, sir,” they both answered. They both walked back to the tables showing their young bottoms to the viewing gallery for the first time and bent over as best they could. Neither of them was tall enough to bend over at a ninety-degree angle, but that was ok. Dr. Feynman didn’t want their bare lips to be on display yet.

Dr. Feynman heard the nurse wet the thermometers again, the maximum amount of lubrication allowed during their punishment. Amber handed one to the doctor, who spoke, “These have to stay in your rectum for one minute to get accurate results. You have to relax your muscles to let them in, but then you have to flex your muscles to hold them in. It’s probably a little harder for you, Harriet since your rectum is angled toward the floor more than your sister.”

“Yes, sir,” they both answered again.

“Good,” Dr. Feynman said, as he stepped behind Kaylee. With this left hand he ran his forefinger down her crack and found her anus. He pressed against it a few times so that he knew he was centered. “Relax,” he said as he placed the thermometer against her opening and pushed it in.

“Yes, sir,” she said as it slipped in an inch, which was as far as it had to go.

“Now, clench it in.”

“Yes, sir,” she answered.

He released his hold and the glass tube stayed projecting from her bottom. Dr. Feynman moved over to her sister and reached down, finding her puckered hole by feel alone. Amber handed him the thermometer. “Relax, Harriet. Here it comes.”

“Yes, sir,” she remembered, inhaling loudly as he pushed it in to the shallow depth that the procedure required.

“Now, flex your muscles.”

“Yes, sir,” she responded obviously in some mental distress.

He felt the muscles in her bottom make the thermometer wiggle slightly and when he was satisfied that the thermometer was controlled, he let it go and walked to the sink to wash his hands. He wished he could wear gloves like he usually would, but it was decided in the Punishment Routine document that bare skin increased the humiliation of the punishment.

He turned and saw the two girls bent over the table and checked his watch. Kaylee had about ten seconds and her sister thirty more seconds for this procedure. Even after all the punishments he’d done the last year or so, at least one per week, he found this a strange sight. Kaylee’s thermometer stuck out almost, but not quite parallel to the floor, since she was almost tall enough to bend over the table, especially with her long, gangly legs. Harriet’s device pointed down to the floor rather than the wall. The younger girl in particular shifted from one foot to the other as she struggled to hold it in.

When it was time, he walked over and pulled Kaylee’s thermometer out to read the result to the nurse, “Ninety-eight point six. Perfect. Kaylee you should get up on the table and lay on your back, please.”

“Yes, sir,” she answered as she wiggled her hips trying to shake the feeling of the thermometer in her bottom.

Dr. Feynman checked his watch and counted down the final seconds of Harriet’s time before plucking the tube out. The eleven-year-old gasped, perhaps not expecting it to be removed so quickly. “Harriet is at ninety-eight point eight, Amber. Hands back on your head!”

Harriet had brought her right hand down and was rubbing her bottom. “Sorry! I mean yes, sir!” she squeaked.

“Now get up on the table like your sister,” Dr. Feynman said sternly.

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry,” she said as she scrambled into position.

Both girls now laid on their backs with their hands behind their heads and elbows pointed to the side. Kaylee’s feet hung off the end of the table while her sister’s didn’t quite reach the end. Their nipples pointed toward the ceiling and their bare vulvas were still sealed closed between their legs. Dr. Feynman knew that was about to end as he moved to finish the last portion of the medical assessment. Then the more extreme parts of the punishment would begin.

“Next I’m going to examine your vulvas and take some more measurements. I assume you know what that means?”

Both girls nodded and Dr. Feynman decided to not make them answer him correctly. Kaylee was growing redder and her sister looked like she was going to chew through her lip.

“Both of you listen,” he started, pausing to let them pay attention, “Bring your knees up so they’re pointing to the ceiling and then spread them, keeping your feet together. Your legs open like butterfly wings.” Dr. Feynman always added that last part. Technically this position was called the frog-legged position, but he’d found the butterfly analogy was more descriptive to the average patient. Plus, it was softer, more feminine, and, if his charges were here for a medical reason, it would make them happier to be like a butterfly than a frog.

“Yes, sir,” both girls answered, but they hesitated before complying. The doctor was fine with them taking their time. This was hard and he knew part of the point was the drama. The gallery wanted to see them struggle as they were forced to humiliate themselves.

Kaylee started to bring her knees up allowing her feet to stop hanging off the table and Harriet quickly followed her lead. Using the frog-legged position was how the Punishment Routine handled different size girls. Kaylee was large enough to use stirrups like an adult, but Harriet was just a bit too short. Everyone could be examined in this position though, and it was judged to be slightly infantilizing and reminding troublemakers that they weren’t adults was a goal of the Taking Back Control initiative. Whether Kaylee or other older teens felt that was the subject of another scientific study.

In a few moments, which might have been an eternity for the girls, Harriet started to open her knees revealing her young vulva to the gallery without even the protection of her legs. Kaylee started just a few moments later, revealing her most private area to the gallery and two strangers.

Kaylee’s puffy lips stayed sealed near her mons, but the action of spreading her knees caused her labia majora to open nearer the table. Below her lips, on the other side of her short perineum, was her small pinkish-brown anus that didn’t show any evidence that the thermometer had only recently been inside her.

A few feet to Kaylee’s left, her sister presented a similar view to her family and teacher. Her vulva was smaller, not just because her body was smaller, but because it hadn’t started to swell as her body was not as estrogenized as her sister. Her lips stayed sealed together and were much flatter against her pubic bone. Her flat cheeks also did a better job of covering her likely smaller anus than Kaylee’s rounder cheeks. Dr. Feynman would have to spread her buttocks to examine it.

Again, wishing he could wear gloves, he stepped toward Kaylee. He stood between her body and the window. There had been some complaints about this in the past, but the exam wouldn’t be as accurate if he stood to the side, besides the gallery could stare at Harriet for the next few minutes. Kaylee would be suffering enough. “I’m going to perform a visual exam of your vulva and vagina. I’m going to have to touch you so that I can see everything. While I’m examining you, I’m also going to be taking some measurements. Do you understand?”

She had cracked. From her scrunched-up eyes, tears ran down her cheeks, but she nodded that she heard him.

“Kaylee, do you understand?” Dr. Feynman asked again. He thought it was important that she answered him aloud this time. This was more than just a reveal. Being touched between her legs was a line that she had to acknowledge.

“Yes, sir,” she squeaked as she sniffed, fighting a newly runny nose.

Dr. Feynman had studied her outer labia enough to know that they appeared healthy, so with no further warning he grasped her outer lips, one in each hand, and gently pulled Kaylee’s flesh toward him and apart, revealing her labia minora, which were small and spread naturally, revealing her clitoris, and vaginal introitus. Between her lips, she was a rosy pink and showed some signs of normal, clear secretions around her opening.

Satisfied that all was healthy, Dr. Feynman stooped and moved his fingers to grip the lower part of her labia, spreading them. This opened her vagina and relief flooded the doctor as there was no hint of her hymen. “Nurse, may I have the caliper, please?”

“Yes, doctor,” Amber replied, handing him the metal measurement device.

Dr. Feynman released the teenager’s labia and allowed them to return to their rest position before positioning the ends of the caliper at the top and bottom of her cleft, “Right labia majora length is 7.2cm.”

Quickly he read off the different measurements, satisfied that at least this was scientific, “Left labia majora length—7.1 cm. Right labia minora length 5.0 cm. Left labia minora length 5.0 cm. Right labia minora width 1.5cm. Left labia minora width 1.7cm.”

He looked at Kaylee as he spread her inner lips and she still had her eyes squeezed shut. He knew these numbers were meaningless to her, but she was actually pretty average for her cohort, though he suspected when there was more data and it could be looked at year by year, she would be slightly above average. She might have large puffy labia in her future, but not yet. “Width of clitoris 0.4cm. Length of clitoris 0.6cm. Length from clitoris to urethra 2.5cm. Introitus length 2.1cm and lastly perineum length is 1.7cm,” he concluded, “Alright, Kaylee, just hold that position while I examine Harriet, ok.”

“Yes, sir,” Kaylee squeaked.

Dr. Feynman moved to the end of Harriet’s table revealing Kaylee’s vulva to the window. The gallery could ogle at her while he finished with Harriet. He took his time looking at Harriet’s prepubescent slit before continuing, “Harriet, do you understand that I’m about to be touching your genitalia? I’m just going to be examining to see if they’re healthy and I’m going to take some scientific measurements.”

“Yes, sir,” the eleven-year-old answered. She picked her head up and looked at him, unlike her sister.

Dr. Feynman had already decided that she appeared healthy, but unlike her sister, Harriet’s cheeks covered her bumhole so he carefully spread them so he could see the pink, puckered hole that sat below her cleft. It looked fine after surviving the thermometer, so without any further ado he grasped her outer labia and pulled them apart. The membrane between her labia was more red than her sister’s which was normal and a sign of lower estrogen levels than the fourteen year old. He used a thumb to pull up on her clitoral hood and decided that it looked healthy as well, then he moved lower hoping, again, that she would be lacking a hymen. Unfortunately, Harriet was not so lucky. Rimming the edges of her vaginal opening leaving only a small circle open to her birth canal was a thin, translucent membrane that Dr. Feynman knew he was destined to break. “Annular hymen is present,” he said aloud so Amber could mark it down.

Everything else was as expected, so the doctor released her lips and retrieved his caliper to take her measurements. “Right labia majora length 5.5cm. Left labia majora length 5.5cm,” then he spread her open again and continued, “Right labia minora length 2.5cm. Left labia minora length 2.6cm. Right labia minora width 1.0cm. Left labia minora width 1.1cm. Clitoris width 0.3cm. Clitoris length 0.5cm. Distance from clitoris to urethra 1.8cm. Introitus length 1.2cm. Hymenal opening 0.9cm. Perineum length 1.3cm.

As he expected everything except her clitoris was significantly smaller than her older sister, though there was no way to know if she was average for her age until this study was published. As far as he knew the only published study of these measurements had minimum subject age of 14. Soon, probably in the next year, there would be a wealth of knowledge for boys and girls from six to seventeen.

Dr. Feynman sighed as he handed the caliper to Amber who handed him the next implement he needed. He hated removing a girl’s hymen. It might be illogical, but a lot of girl’s romanticized the idea of breaking it the first time had sex, but Harriet wasn’t going to get that chance.

“Alright, next I’m going to measure the depths of your vaginas. However,” he paused again and glanced at the gallery, “First, I must break Harriet’s hymen. Do you know what that is, Harriet?”

“Um, kinda, I mean yes, sir,” Harriet said.

“Good, there’s no shame in not having one, I just want to say. Your sister doesn’t, for example.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And there is a chance that this might hurt and that you could bleed slightly, but it is nothing to worry about. Amber will take care of you if you do.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, bravely.

“Ok,” Dr. Feynman said, impressed with her. He took the thin hard plastic tube that Amber had handed him and stood in front of the girls spread genitals again. He knew the tube was 1cm in diameter and thus one-tenth of a centimeter larger than her vaginal opening. He spread her lips again to locate her hole and placed the tube against her entrance, “Hold still, please.”

He pressed the tube into her with steady pressure and eventually she yielded. She drew in breath, but she didn’t yelp or anything. He knew it wasn’t easy, and he sighed again before sliding the tube in and out of her again maybe a dozen times trying to force the sexual connotations out of his mind. After perhaps thirty seconds he knew it was probably complete. He removed the tube and saw that there was a small amount of red blood along its length and frowned. He disposed of the biohazard and said, “Amber will you tend to her please while I finish up Kaylee’s exam?”

“Yes, doctor,” Amber said, handing him the tool to measure vaginal depth and approaching Harriet with gauze.

Dr. Feynman tried to center himself and turned back to looking at the naked teenager. He felt much more at ease with touching her. She was at least more developed, “Kaylee, I’m going to put this into your vagina to get one last measurement. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she sniffed. She had just recovered from her tears caused by the first part of her genital exam, and she seemed likely to start again.

“This will just take a second,” the doctor said as he touched her, eliciting a shudder from her. He spread inner labia and pushed the tool into her vagina. He pushed until he felt resistance and then moved it around to make sure he was at the right angle. When he was sure, he held the probe at the point near her opening and pulled it out, “Ok, 8.8cm.” The doctor moved to write down the note while Amber was still tending to Harriet. The depth was slightly below average but well within the expected range.

“Is Harriet ready?”

“Almost, doctor, just one more minute.”

“Alright, Kaylee, your exam is done so we might as well start your punishment. Are you ready to follow all directions that I give you?”

Kaylee’s face betrayed her fear and she sniffed, “Yes, sir.”

“Good, keep your legs in the position that they’re in, but move your hands to your breasts,” he said, allowing her time to comply, “Yes, now grasp your nipples between your thumb and forefinger and start pinching and twisting them.”

“What?” she squealed.

“Now don’t talk back,” he reminded her.

She started to comply, each hand taking a breast and she started to pinch and twist her own nipple, wincing in discomfort. He could tell her to pinch hard and twist harder, but he was satisfied that she get used to following his directions, “Good. Now don’t stop until I get back to you. I have to finish up with your sister.”

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered as she realized that her punishment had just begun.

“Amber, is Harriet ready?”

“Almost,” Amber replied. Dr. Feynman sat back and let his nurse work watching Kaylee hurt her own pencil eraser nipples and fighting back another wave of arousal. About a minute later Amber announced that Harriet was ready.

Dr. Feynman approached the preteen with the same measuring device that he had used Kaylee and spread her labia. The tool entered her now hymenless vagina and invaded her birth canal until Dr. Feynman was satisfied that he had an accurate reading. Removing it he held it to his face reading, “7.8 cm.”

He took a deep breath, “Alright, Harriet. Now it’s time to start your punishment. I’m going to give you the same holding position as I gave your sister. Leave your legs in that position, but bring you hands to your breasts.” Quickly the preteen brought her hands from behind her head to her chest, her hands already in position to start pinching, “Good, I’m glad your listening,” he continued, “Pinch and twist your nipples while I deal with your sister.”

“Yes, sir,” Harriet said as she brought her fingers around her buds.

He left her to sensitize her nipples and returned to Kaylee’s right side, “Your next punishment is to be brought to orgasm in front of your parents and family. Have you ever had an orgasm before Kaylee?”

Kaylee, still pulling on her nipples, looked at him and then averted her eyes as she nodded, “Yes, sir.”

“How do you do it?” the doctor asked. He hated this part of the punishment. He felt like he was gathering intel for the parents.

“Um, I rub against a pillow, sir,” she answered.

“Well, this is going to be different. I’m going to be using my hands on your genitalia. Has anyone ever touched you down there?”

“No, sir,” she whispered.

“I’m sure that’s good news to your parents. Put your hands back behind your head and relax.” Dr. Feynman had to admit this was his favorite part of the punishment even though guilt welled up every time he touched a teenage girl. Kaylee closed her eyes and removed her hands from her now red breasts.

He touched her right inner thigh and slowly moved his fingers toward her lips. Kaylee held her breath as she approached but he stopped as he reached the valley between her leg and her vulva. She gasped as he raised his hand probably expecting him to touch her bits, but he repeated the same action up her other thigh. Reaching the top of her left leg he traced one finger up the crease of her hip bone and across her abdomen to her other hip and down until he was level with her bare mound. Slowly, his finger moved until it was less than an inch above her hooded clitoris.

Kaylee’s breathing was short and gasping. The doctor wondered if it was fear or anticipation. The two emotions were certainly related, he thought, as his finger started moving down her slit, over the bump of her clitoris, between her labia minora and to her opening. He looked at the fourteen-year-old. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her lips were pursed.

His index finger slid into the teenager’s vagina and she gasped. He slowly stroked in and out waiting for her natural lubrication to build and allow him to move faster. She was tight, but not out of the ordinary. He could feel her walls loosen and become use to his digit. Eventually, he was satisfied and Kaylee, though still on guard, was wet enough for him to slip in a second finger and move in and out quickly. When Kaylee groaned in pleasure for the first time, he placed his thumb on her clitoris and moved it in small circles. In less than sixty seconds, Kaylee bucked her hips, and he felt her vagina contract and he considered that he had successfully brought her to orgasm.

As he removed his hand from the girl’s nether regions, Kaylee opened her eyes and slowly realized that her family was staring at her through the window. She glowed red and started to snap her legs closed but stopped herself.

“Good job, Kaylee. You can rest for a moment, please stay in that position,” Dr. Feynman said, “It’s your sister’s turn.”

The doctor found masturbating an eleven-year-old much less satisfying than a fourteen-year-old, but he still had to do it. Unfortunately, he would have likely have to do it much longer and it would likely be more uncomfortable to Harriet who had just in the last few minutes been deflowered.

He returned to stand by the younger sister’s right hip, “Harriet, I’m about to masturbate you to orgasm in front of your parents. Have you ever had an orgasm before?”

“No, sir,” Harriet whispered.

“Alright, this is going to be new for you. I’m about to have my hands on your genitals and if you relax then it might feel good. I’m about to start, ok?”

“Yes, sir, I’ll relax,” Harriet said.

“Good girl,” the doctor said as he started to run his hands over her thighs and belly. He could feel her breathing slow and he thought she must be trying to relax. Harriet had impressed him all day and it didn’t really surprise him as his finger slipped to her cleft and found her vaginal opening. She gasped as he entered her and, predictably, she was tight and dry. He wasn’t allowed to stop, though, the punishment protocol meant he had to leave his finger in her for twenty minutes before he gave up. He tried to swirl his finger around and he eventually got deep enough to feel her cervix which caused a pained gasp to escape the brave little girl’s lips. Knowing her limits, he made sure to not go to deep and in a few more minutes of slowly stroking his finger in and out, at last, he felt some moisture.

Dr. Feynman still wasn’t feeling confident even if her body was starting to react sexually. It wouldn’t be strange at all for a girl her age to be unable to climax especially one under the amount of stress that Harriet was at the moment. She was a brave little girl but she was still being punished by a strange man who had his hands inside the place that most little girls had been taught since birth to not let anybody see, much less touch.

However, about fifteen minutes into her punishment, Harriet gasped, and he felt her vaginal walls tighten around his finger and, probably imperceptibly to her parents but not to the doctor, her hips rose for a moment off the exam table. A little more work and the girl was squirming. Dr. Feynman’s thumb slipped between her labia to press on her clitoris and she started to gasp. His pace increased and she groaned and arched her back, lifting her vulva off the table. Her vagina was fully lubricated now, and he slipped in a second finger. He stroked in and out of her hole and finally she moaned and ceased her bucking, and this portion of her punishment was complete. Harriet whimpered as she recovered, and the doctor went to the sink to wash his hands.

When he was done, he walked back to stand between the two adolescents. There was one last, small thing he had to do before the punishment was complete. Both of the girls looked at him expectantly. It had been his experience that after their orgasm many girls were much more positively disposed toward him. Unfortunately, the last procedure was not nearly as enjoyable.

“Harriet, stay in that position for a few more minutes. Kaylee, this is the last part of your punishment, today. I need you to roll over and push yourself up on your hands and knees,” the doctor said.

“Yes, sir,” Kaylee said, as she complied. She closed her legs for the first time in more than a half hour and carefully rolled onto her stomach, being careful to not fall off the exam table. She pushed herself up into crawling position with her back parallel to the table. Her skinny legs were too small to hide her puffy vulva, but he was focused on the fourteen-year-old’s pinkish brown bottom hole that sat above her vagina, between her round cheeks.

The nurse handed Doctor Feynman an orange prescription bottle that held a suppository filled with capsaicin oil. Capsaicin, the chemical that gave hot peppers their heat, would burn the soft membranes inside her bottom for the rest of the day. The suppository would slowly dissolve, and he knew that the brave teenager would suffer until at least this evening and maybe still feel it when she woke up tomorrow.

He pulled off the white cap of the prescription bottle and held the suppository. The bullet shaped object was white and less than an inch long. It was slick and meant to be easy to insert. He wished he could run it under water, but that wasn’t allowed according to the Punishment Routine. Dr. Feynman sighed and spoke, “Kaylee, I’m going to insert a capsaicin suppository into your rectum. It’s going to dissolve and it’s going to burn for the rest of the day.”

“Ok, um, yes sir,” Kaylee responded. The doctor thought he noticed her breathing increase and her hips wiggled.

The doctor approached her and used his left hand to pull her anus open. He placed the thin end of the bullet against her hole and started to push it in. Laudably, Kaylee was able to relax her sphincter and it was easy for him to push it in. When her bottom hole closed around it, he had to keep pushing to make sure it wouldn’t fall out later. His ungloved finger entered her up to half an inch, pushing the suppository’s nose about an inch and a half into her and then pulled out. He released her left buttocks and let her butthole close. He saw it quiver as she instinctively tried to push out the invader, but after a few seconds he was confident that it would stay inside her.

He stepped to the sink to wash his hands, leaving Kaylee to display her bottom and pussy to her family through the window. After thirty seconds of washing, he turned and looked at Harriet who still lay in frog leg position, but surely knew what he was about to do to her.

The little girl was already starting to turn over when he opened his mouth, “Harriet, push yourself up onto your hands and knees like your sister.”

The eleven-year-old turned over and propped herself up, even spreading her knees slightly to make herself more stable. Like Kaylee, Harriet’s pale, skinny labia were framed by her legs, but her pink anus was more covered by her buttocks.

“I’m going to insert a suppository into your rectum. When it dissolves, the capsaicin is going to burn your insides for the rest of the day. Please try to relax, please,” the doctor said.

“What do you mean burn?” the brave preteen asked.

Dr. Feynman liked her pluck. As he opened the bottle of suppositories, he answered, “It’s like when you eat hot sauce. Now hold still.”

“Yes, sir,” she muttered as he separated her cheeks and positioned the capsule against her puckered hole.

He pushed. Harriet resisted more than her sister, but she was no match for his strength. Once it was half an inch in, her resistance crumbled, and the suppository was firmly planted into her bowel. He extracted her finger and her hole winked and wiggled as it got used to the capsule.

He stepped away to wash his hands and let the two girls suffer through the last thirty seconds of being on display. When he was done, he turned around and gave them the good news, “Girls, that is the end of your punishment. I hope that the last hour has given you a chance to think about your behavior and I won’t see you in here again.”

The two sisters, well trained over the last hour, stayed in their revealing positions and muttered in unison, “Yes, sir.”

“Girls, you can get dressed now,” he said.

The two girls hesitated but Harriet was the first to climb off the table and search through the pile of clothes for her panties. Kaylee quickly joined her and the doctor looked toward the viewing window. He motioned that the adults should come to collect their children and in a few seconds their parents walked in as the still half naked girls were pulling on their clothes.

Doctor Feynman, his uncomfortable job complete, extricated himself from the audience. Kaylee and Harriet’s father and uncle shook his hand and tried to make small talk, but the doctor politely dismissed them. “It’s just part of the job. I hope they learned their lesson. You’re welcome.”

When he was back in his office he exhaled. He hated this part of his job, but at least it was over.

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