Dr. Jane – Pediatric Gynecologist

by Pulsar

DUDES: Hope you enjoy. BABES: This is about *you*. So you ought to enjoy!

You are now 9 years old. It’s time for your check-up again. But Mommy has told you you’re going to a different doctor. She dresses you up before the appointment like she always has before. ‘What’s the point?’ you wonder. ‘I’ll probably just have to take these stupid clothes off again.’ You sit there loathing as Mommy does your pigtails. She lays out long white knee socks for you instead of pantyhose or tights. She thinks bare knees are cute! And so, you roll them up your legs to the base of your kneecaps before stepping into your shiny black dress shoes. She has made you wear her favorite ‘cute’ blue sailor dress from last year, which is now too short and leaves plenty of bare leg exposed. And so you leave the house for the car. The drive to the doctor’s is never pleasant. It goes on forever until you pull into a little strip mall at the edge of town. On the sign, you see a few words you can’t pronounce.

“Dr. Jane Miller –Pediatric Gynecology.”

Soon, Mommy parks the car. You get out and shyly follow her across the parking lot toward the clinic, with the warm gentle spring breeze caressing your bare legs and causing your dress to billow like a flag. But at this age, you never give panty exposure much of a thought. You just want this checkup to be over with. And so you go in and Mommy fills out all this paperwork as you sit in the waiting room. There you see a few other girls sitting in the room as well, most of them older than you, but all of them staring into space. A girl of thirteen is sitting in a short navy uniform skirt with her legs tightly crossed. For some reason, she seems rather relaxed as her crossed leg sways back and forth. Another girl sits reading a teen magazine, refusing eye contact with anyone.

Finally, a young Asian nurse opens the door and calls your name. “Hi! I’m Nurse Annie! Just follow me please.” You and Mommy get up. You see a sign on the door that says “Only patients and female escorts beyond this point.” You follow behind Annie down a brightly lit hallway. She’s wearing a white dress with thick-soled tennis shoes and ankle socks. You stare at her bulging bare calf muscles as you follow her. Finally, she opens the door to an exam room and points with a bright toothy smile. “My you look pretty today,” she says. “How old are you now?”

“Nine,” you say.

“Alright! Growing up fast!” she says with a smile. “What grade are you in?”

“Third.”

“Third! Excellent. And with school almost out, you’ll be in Fourth next year!” She knows you’re uneasy and she does her best to keep you calm. She writes a few notes in her chart. “Any signs of menstruating?” she asks Mommy.

“Oh thank God no!” Mommy answers, “Hopefully not for a long time.”

“I understand,” says Annie. “But that’s up to Mother Nature!” She writes a few more notes. Then she looks at you. “Okay honey! We need you to completely undress for us, okay? We don’t want your pretty dress to get wrinkled!”

They were the words you loathed to hear. But even at nine years of age, you know that resistance is futile. With a sigh, you step out of your shoes. You slowly roll the knee socks down your bare legs. Mommy helps you unbutton the dress from the back. Soon you stand in the cool exam room completely naked. You feel your face blush. Nevertheless, nurse Annie remains completely relaxed. “Okay, honey, I need you to come with me so we can weigh you.” She puts her arm around your shoulders as she takes you down the hall, keeping your bare feet on a small strip of carpet as you walk to the small nurses’ station where the scale is. You pass another young naked girl waking the other way being led by a nurse. And so you stand on the scale while she takes your height and weight. “Just relax,” she says casually. “Nothing but us girls around here!”

When she finishes taking notes, you step down off the scale, only to stare into a tall naked teen waiting to be weighed next. She looks adult in your eyes, even though she may be at most fifteen years old. She refuses to look anyone in the eye. But for a brief second, your eyes meet that dark triangle just above her naked virgin nether lips. You wonder when and if you’ll sprout such hair… or even if you want it. Then you notice her perky ‘B’ cup breasts, quite a contrast to your flat boyish chest. Hard to believe that in her own mother’s eyes, she’s still a baby girl!

Finally, you arrive back in the exam room where Mommy is waiting. “Height and weight is just fine,” said nurse Annie, “not overweight; not underweight!” Then, she looks at you. “Okay, sweetie! I need you to get up on the exam table and lie on your tummy!” With that, she helps you climb up. Next thing you know, you’re on your tummy against the soft paper covering. You close your eyes, wishing you were anyplace else. You hear a drawer opening and a few other noises, and then suddenly, you feel her gentle touch on your bare bottom. “Just relax,” she coaxes. “This won’t hurt!”

“Am I getting a shot?” you ask suspiciously.

“Oh no!” she assures. “This won’t hurt at all, I promise. I’m only gonna take your temperature. Just relax!” Then, you feel her fingertips gently caress your bare butt-cheeks. “Re-laaaxxx!” whispered Annie. And you do. The sensation causes you to tense at first, but then you find yourself relaxing a little. You rest your head on your folded arms. Next, you feel a gentle touch on your rectum. It’s a cool, greasy, tickling sensation. Very, very slowly, the cold glass tube enters your tight orifice.

“Ooooh!” you moan at the sudden sensation. Then very gently, it slides down in, tickling you all the way. Then, you feel a gentle pat on your bottom, followed by a caress. You will never admit it, but you find this sensation very enjoyable. You close your eyes.

“See, I told you it wouldn’t hurt,” assures Annie. “Just breath deep and relaxed.”

And so you do. Each breath causes your upper body to sway against the padded table. And each breath causes your rectum to flex, gently drawing the thermometer up and down. You feel the bulb rubbing inside. “Ooooooh,” you softly moan as you exhale. You leave your eyes closed. But now you realize that you’re starting to leak some ‘little girl juice’ onto the paper from your now swollen little cunny. As the thermometer tickles your bottom, your miniature swollen clit throbs against the padding of the table. You know that feeling well, but you’ve never talked about it.

Two minutes pass by, and you feel a tickling tug at the thermometer. It slides down just a little further. But no, now it’s sliding out. Then… it goes down in again. Apparently, Annie is slowly moving it in and out, caressing the sensitive rectal tissues of your tight little bummy hole. “Oooooh!” you moan again against your will.

“Feels good, doesn’t it,” Annie says, just above a whisper. “That just means you’re growing up, that’s all!” With that, you feel another sensation, as if she’s slowly twirling that sensuous glass tube around.

And finally, after five minutes she slowly pulls it out. You clench your little bare butt cheeks tight, trying to keep it in as long as possible. When it finally departs, your tingling bottom now feels empty. You give a few soft humps against the paper to soothe your throbbing little clitty.

“Temperature normal,” declares Annie as you hear her scribble a few more notes. “You may sit up now if you wish, or you may stay lying down. I’ll go get the doctor now!” With that, she leaves the room.

And so you remain lying prone for a while, being that your body is relaxed now. You open your eyes. “Mommy, why do they do it in the bottom and not the mouth?” you ask.

“I don’t know, honey! Maybe they think they’ll get a better reading? Or maybe they’re afraid kids with bite too hard and break the glass. Did it hurt?”

“Oh no,” you assure her. “Just a little embarrassing.”

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed dear,” says Mommy. “There’s nothing you have that anybody else here doesn’t have!” she says with a chuckle. “And… you’re not missing anything that anyone else here has so… nothing to worry about!”

“Okay Mommy,” you say.

Finally, the door opens up. In walks Dr. Miller, a middle aged slender woman with wire-frame glasses. She’s wearing scrubs covered with cartoon characters on them. “Helloooo!” she sings. “I’m Doctor Jane Miller… but all my girls just call me Dr. Jane! How are you doing?” she asks.

“Okay, I guess,” you answer.

“Good. Are they taking good care of you?”

“Mmmm, I guess. So long as I don’t get a shot!”

“Well, let’s see,” said Dr. Jane, looking at the chart. “Looks like you’re not due for one this time. But even if you were, it’s nothing to be afraid of. It goes by so quickly we don’t even give you a chance to scream!”

And so you relax again.

“Now, can you sit up for me honey so I can see just how strong and healthy you really are?”

And so you sit up. She places the cold stethoscope right where your future breast will be. She shines a light in your ears, eyes, and mouth. She then puts the stethoscope on your back as you breath… then on your tummy. “Looking good so far,” said Dr. Jane. “I bet your Mommy feeds you good healthy food!”

“Yes, but I hate vegetables!” you say.

“Well, I’m sorry you don’t enjoy them, but they’ve sure made you one strong and healthy young lady!” she assures. Then, she runs her hands all over you—over your flat areolas, over your tummy, and up and down both of your legs. “You have pretty little legs for a nine- year-old” she says. Then she studies each kneecap carefully, taking note of the remains of the week-old wound where you fell on the playground. “I see you had a little owwie!” she says. “Watch those cute little knees!”

“Yes Doctor,” you answer.

“Well, sweetie, you’re in tip-top shape!” she says. Then she turns to your mom. “We’ll go ahead and do a PAP. However, because she’s nine now, I think we’ll also do a neurological pelvic response test!”

“Sure,” replied Mommy.

Then, Dr. Jane turns to nurse Annie. “I’ll go get the EKG. Can you prepare her?”

“Yes Doctor,” she says.

With that, Dr. Jane leaves the room. Nurse Annie goes to the end of the table and pulls out some strange looking poles. “Okay, sweetie. Can you lay down on your back this time?” she says.

“Will this hurt?” you ask nervously.

“Oh no, not at all,” she assures you. And so you lay down on your back with your naked front side now exposed. “Scoot all the way back, please. These stirrups here will hold your legs.” And so you slide back. Next thing you know, your legs are in the stirrups with your little girl parts now completely exposed. You try to relax, but the mere position causes your throbbing little clit to peak out. “Just relax and take a deep breath,” says Annie as she pats you on the leg. “Well be right back.”

And there you lay in that position. You look over to see Mommy quite interested in what is going on. “Mommy, what are they gonna do?” you dare to ask.

“They’re just gonna check you, dear. That’s all.”

You want to believer her, yet you sense there is something that she’s just not telling you. And so you lie there with your legs open, staring up at the ceiling of the exam room, feeling a slight draft from the air-conditioning gently caressing your swollen moist pussy lips.

Finally, Dr. Jane and nurse Annie return. They roll a machine in on a cart. Annie tapes a few wires to your chest. “This won’t hurt, I promise,” she says. Then, Dr. Jane slides the stool over to the end of the table. Soon, you hear the snapping of rubber gloves on her hands. Then, you feel the warmth of the exam light as she takes a seat right where your privates are spread wide open.

“Just relax, Hon,” says Dr. Jane. Moments later, you feel a gentle touch on your nether lips. You flinch slightly. Then, you feel a finger gently tickling around your little cunny. “Hymen’s intact,” she says. Yet the tickling sensation continues as a finger slowly penetrates.

“Oooooh,” you moan uncontrollably as you feel full.

“You’re doing just fine,” assures Dr. Jane. Then, you feel another cold metallic sensation. You feel very filled as the small speculum opens. “Secretion output seems adequate,” she notes. Then, you can just barely feel the touch of the swab as she takes a sample of your girl juice.

“Mmmmmph,” you moan again, unable to stop the flow of your juice. You try in vain to ‘suck’ your hard little clit back under its hood, but you are too aroused. Worst of all, her thumb wanders up to gently touch it, sending a current of pleasure through your body. “Ooooh!” you moan as you close your eyes.

“Feel’s a little tingly?” she asks.

“Uh-huh,” you confess.

“Well, you’re slowly but surely growing up,” she says as she keeps rubbing. Your breathing gets heavier and heavier as you slowly begin to writhe from side to side. But soon, she stops stroking your ‘feel- good’ spot. You feel the speculum slowly close and slide out of your little hole. Then, you feel something else enter, yet not quite as big. “Just relax, sweetie,” says Dr. Jane. “You are being such a good girl for the doctor!” Then, she looks at Mommy. “This will measure the strength of the contractions,” she says. “Okay, nurse, lets start an EKG strip.”

With that, the machine starts beeping. “Don’t worry about this,” says Annie. “It won’t hurt you. It just draws lines on paper to show us your heartbeat.”

But you refuse to open your eyes. You just lay there, wondering when it will be over. You can feel the slight contractions of your little pussy as it ‘chews’ on the probe inside you. “Okay honey,” says Dr. Jane. “This thing here will make a little buzzing sound. All you have to do is relax and breathe deep! Can you do that for me, dear?”

“Okay,” you answer with a heavy breath.

And suddenly, you hear that buzzing noise. The next thing you know, something is touching your hard throbbing little clit. The sudden touch and vibration sends a flood of electricity up your spine. A warm glow fills your body. “Ooooooh!” you cry aloud at the unexpected pleasure. “Ooooh! Ooooh! OOOOOH!”

“Relax,” coaxes the nurse.

You try to hold still, but you can’t. You writhe from side to side. You thrust against the vibrator, rapidly lifting your hips up and down against the table. You roll your head uncontrollably from side to side with your mouth wide open.

“Just relax, Honey!” cries Mommy from the chair in the corner of the room.

But you can’t talk. All you can do is moan out loud. The incredible sensations grow more intense each second. The last thing you want to do is admit you enjoy what they are doing to you, but your body demands satisfaction. You are powerless.

Suddenly, a wave of warm pleasure envelopes you. It swarms all over your body as you feel something building up. It keep growing very quickly. Your head is now spinning as you grow dizzy. Now you realize something is going to happen, but you don’t know what. But all it takes is a few more seconds of the buzzing when you feel like you’re going to burst wide open.

Then… it happens!

The first explosion sends your hips right off the table as you burst into your very first orgasm! “OooooOOOOH!” you cry aloud as you throw your head from side to side. You whole body spasms and jerks. Your tummy feels like you’re falling. You feel like a river is gushing out of your slit, even though it’s a few meager drops. You wonder if you’re peeing, but you don’t care. You never knew your body could feel this good! It took you by surprise.

But finally, you calm down. You feel as if you’ve run a mile. You moan and whine as you catch your breath. The paper on the table now sticks to your sweaty naked body. Now, you can hardly move.

“Oh my, you did VERY good!” says Dr. Jane as she gently pats your bare leg. “I’m so proud of you. See, I told you it wouldn’t hurt.” And with that, she gently removes the probe.

Nurse Annie un-tapes the EKG wires. The, she gently removes your legs from the stirrups. “Okay, we’re all done,” she declares. “You may get dressed now.”

“Well see you again before you start Fourth Grade,” adds Dr. Jane. Then, she turns to Mommy. “Strong girl,” she said. “She really squeezed that probe hard. I’m gonna recommend regular manual stimulation for her in order to avoid pregnancy risks and venereal diseases.”

“Oh… really?” says Mommy, somewhat puzzled.

“Have you had that talk with her yet?” asked Dr. Jane.

“Well… no. I… I tried to but… it’s hard!”

“I know,” says Dr. Jane. “But as a doctor, I can tell you it’s the best proven remedy for those things. You know how girls are when they start growing up!”

“Yes, Doctor, I see your point,” says Mommy. “And thank you!”

You’re quite relieved to get your clothes back on, even though the sailor dress isn’t your favorite outfit. But soon you’re back outside in the warm spring sunshine, heading toward the car. Once again, the warm spring breeze tickles your bare legs as it blows your dress every which way. But even now, you can feel a single remaining drop of your ‘girl juice’ running down your inner thigh. You realize now that life will never be the same. As soon as you get home, you desperately take off that dress Mommy made you wear. But before you bother to dress in your play clothes, you call your best friend from school who lives down the street.

“Hello, Kassie?” you say. “I’m home now…. yes… C’mon over! Let’s play ‘doctor!’”