Marissa's Physical

Marissa nervously played with her blonde hair as she waited for the doctor to called her from the waiting room. The waiting room was full of other young ladies that were also here for physical examinations. Since women of disciplinary age were subject to different requirements than the rest of the general population, some clinics were created to specifically specialize in these types of visits. In fact, a whole collegiate major was made to prepare doctors to deal with these young women. Unsurprisingly, a majority of people who pursued this degree were horny young men.

"Marissa?" called a nurse, shaking Marissa from her daydreams. She rose quickly from the chair and waved her hand to show the nurse that she was there. The nurse led her down the winding hallways to one of the examination rooms. The room was insulated with sound-dampening fabric to prevent patients from disturbing other appointments. On the wall, the normal medical instruments were next to an assortment of paddles, canes, and rods.

The nurse, a burly older woman with thick biceps and a permanent scowl, indicated for Marissa to sit down on the table. She did as she was told, the paper on the table crinkling as she did so. The nurse sat down on a wheeled stool before going to through the general checklist of medical questions, such as whether Marissa was feeling well today. After the questions, the nurse handed Marissa a hospital gown to change into. Marissa knew that the gown wouldn't last long once the doctor came in, but she was grateful for the little bit of fabric while she had it.

After the nurse left, Marissa stripped off her clothing, including her bra and panties, before wrapping herself in the flimsy gown. She shivered as she sat back on the table. The clinic was kept as a cool temperature, which caused goosebumps to appear on Marissa arms. Her nipples were rock hard to the point of being painful, and they pressed against the inside of the gown.

It felt like it took forever for the doctor to enter the room. Marissa had been seeing Dr. Cox since she turned eighteen. He was a middle-aged man with a scraggly black and white beard. He kept in good shape and was always kind to Marissa. Still, Marissa dreaded coming every year to see him.

"Hello, Marissa!" said Dr. Cox, smiling warmly. "So far, everything seems good from what the nurse has told me. Let's get the rest of this exam done so you can be on your way."

Placing his stethoscope into his ears, Dr. Cox pulled down the top of Marissa's gown. Her large, firm tits spilled out and smacked into Dr. Cox's outstretched hand.

"Someone's eager for attention!" said Dr. Cox, laughing. He flicked Marissa's erect nipples as the young woman turned beat-red in embarrassment. "We'll get back to those in a second."

Dr. Cox put his stethoscope against Marissa's chest, causing her to shiver from the cold metal. After checking out her heart and lungs, Dr. Cox stroked his fingers across a bruise on the underside of Marissa's right boob. She flinched as he did so.

"Is this from a recent disciplinary session?" asked the doctor.

"Yes," said Marissa, squirming from the touch. "I was late for work so my boss gave me a paddling the other day."

"Would you say you're punished frequently on a regular basis?" asked Dr. Cox.

"Oh yes," nodded Marissa. "The people in my life are very concerned about making sure I'm well disciplined."

"Excellent," said Dr. Cox. "Let's look at the rest of your body." Marissa stripped off the gown, leaving her shapely body on full display. Her thighs had some healing bruises from a caning from her father. Her butt had some welts from a strapping that her boyfriend had given her for missing their date.

Dr. Cox combed over her flesh with his fingers, causing her to wince whenever he touched a tender spot, "It looks like your discipline is going very well. These bruises are healing well. Of course, we still have to perform our own testing later on. Perhaps we'll apply that to the tops of your breasts. I'll now examine your vagina and anus."

Marissa climbed onto the table with Dr. Cox's help. Kneeling on all-fours, Marissa braced herself for the doctor's touch. He stroked her lower lips and clit, causing her to gasp, before plunged two fingers into her pussy. His fingers pumped in and out rapidly. It felt much more sexual than medical in nature. Marissa could feel herself getting close to orgasm. Her breath increased in speed. Just as she was about to cum, Dr. Cox removed his juice-covered fingers from her hole. Marissa groaned at the denial as Dr. Cox examined his fingers.

"Good news," he said. "Your vaginal secretions seem to be perfectly healthy. Now I'll examine your anus."

He rubbed his fingers against Marissa's asshole, using her pussy juice as lube. Marissa grunted as he pushed into her hole. She could feel him moving his finger inside her ass. This feeling went on for a while before he finally withdrew.

"Your anus seems healthy as well," said Dr. Cox. "The last thing we need to do is the reactionary testing. Please kneel sit on the table with your arms behind your back. Since you've been disciplined in most areas recently, we'll be performing the test on the tops of your breasts."

Marissa complied with the request, pushing her chest out for the doctor. Dr. Cox selected a wooden rod from the rack of implements. He flicked it through the air a few times before approaching Marissa.

"We'll do the traditional five lashes. Please try to control your response," he said. Marissa could only nod nervously. She closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to see the rod coming.

With a swish, the first strike came down across her tits, causing her to scream out in pain. The next lash came shortly after, causing another squeal. The third strike grazed her nipples, which caused the worst pain yet. Tears streamed down Marissa's face as the doctor landed the fourth and fifth blows in quick succession.

After Marissa had calmed down, the nurse came back in to rub some healing cream onto her tits. The doctor wrote a note before turning back to Marissa, "Your response was a little over the recommended respectable expectation. I've written you a prescription for further discipline at the local disciplinary center. I'll schedule an appointment to follow-up in about sixth months."

Marissa reluctantly took the note and thanked the doctor. She was not looking forward to her next appointment at all.