Lucy and the Doctors (5 page)

“Thank you,” she said politely. “I’ve not always had the healthiest appetite, but it’s easy when the food is so good.”

“It certainly seems healthy,” Thomas said, rising from the table. “But we need to determine your
overall
health. Now that breakfast is over, a full exam is in order, young lady.”

“Exam?” Her smooth brow furrowed and she caught her lower lip in her teeth.

“Yes, a full medical workup.” He took her hand and lifted her to standing. “The health of a woman’s body is essential to the health of her mind and spirit, young lady. We did a most cursory exam when you arrived; that’s how we discerned that the claims made against you were false. But a more thorough check is needed now.”

“Will it hurt?” Her pretty face registered concern as Benedict took hold of her other hand and they led her between them from the dining room down the hall to the back of the house where the exam room and offices were located.

“Nothing will be done to you that’s not for your own good,” Thomas said, and she felt her heart began to pound hard in her chest. She’d promised to be a good girl, but was suddenly unsure of whether she could be. What would they expect of her, she wondered?

Even though she’d been in the exam room the night she arrived, Lucy had been unconscious and therefore had no memory of it. In her youth, she’d only seen the doctor when she was sick, and it had been a country doctor who’d come to her home to take her pulse and give her a tincture for her fever and cough. This room was like nothing she’d ever seen. One wall was lined with drawers and glass-front cabinets holding all manner of jars and vials. A curious sort of bed stood in the center of the room. It had no headboard or footboard, but did have curious-looking appendages on the end, and a crank at the foot between them.

She startled a bit as the door shut behind them.

“We will need to disrobe you for the exam, Lucy,” Dr. Allard said.

Her hand flew to her chest as she looked at him. “Disrobe? Must I?”

He chuckled and tapped her on the nose. “Of course, little one. We can hardly check you through your clothes. I’d wager you’ve never had a proper check, have you?”

She shook her head.

“And the asylum was dark and drafty and quite filthy. You need to be examined completely for ill-effects of that environment, my dear.”

“I assume you bathed me,” she said, not moving from her spot. “So surely you saw enough of me then to tell if there was a problem.”

Thomas’ tone was patient at her reluctance, but he would not be moved. “You were examined and bathed quickly. But that is not the same as a full exam. Now please disrobe.”

“There is no need!” she said. “Really!”

For a moment she thought he was going to relent, for he sighed heavily. But then he reached for a nearby chair and pulled it over before turning back to her.

“Lucy,” the handsome doctor said. “You’ve assured me that you would be a good girl.”

“And I am!” she protested prettily. “But that doesn’t mean I will allow you to examine me when I don’t need it.”

Now Dr. Crane stepped over and put his hands on his hips. Her heart hammered now that both men were looking down on her with very stern expressions indeed.

“My dear Lucy,” Dr. Crane said. “You are our ward. It is not your place to determine whether you need an exam, or to forbid it.”

She could feel the weight of authority in his tone. She could feel the intensity of gazes, like hands roaming her body. And—oh!—Lucy felt a flutter and a twinge as a flush came to her cheeks.

Why did she continue to resist? Later, much later, she would understand. But at that moment, despite the hammering of her heart she crossed her arms over her chest, tilted her chin up, looked from one man to the other, and said, “No.”

Did she somehow know the inevitability of what would happen? That Dr. Allard had begun rolling up his sleeves should have given her an indication of what was to come. And perhaps it did. But by the time he sat down and pulled her across his lap, it was too late. She heard herself whimpering as he pulled up the hem of her new dress and parted the halves of her open pantalets to reveal her bottom.

The searing sting of his hand as it descended on her bottom took her breath away.

“Oh!” she cried instantly as her green eyes flew open in pained surprise. “I’m sorry. I’ll do as you say!”

“Yes, you will,” Thomas replied firmly. “But only after a good spanking. I mean to show you how serious we are when we say that there will be consequences for defiance.”

She could feel the painful heating of her nates escalating, and any dignity she thought to preserve soon fled. She found herself bawling like a baby as Dr. Allard spanked her bare bottom until it was rose red and throbbing, and only when she went limp from defeat did he tilt her off his lap and move her to again stand in front of him.

“Now, Lucy,” he said. “Will you or will you not allow me and Dr. Crane to carry out the exam we believe to be in your best interest?”

She nodded forlornly, her hand moving back to rub her sore bum. Tears ran unbidden down her cheeks. She felt horrid. She’d promised to be good and she’d failed. What must they think of her?

“Are you going to take me back to the asylum for being bad?” she asked through hitching sobs.

“Of course not.” Dr. Crane had moved over to where she stood and produced a handkerchief. “And I’m sure I speak for Dr. Allard when I say I’m pleased that your first thought is not to flee. It shows that you accept that you will be spanked by us should you need it, and that is a very good thing, sweet Lucy.”

He was right; they could do whatever they wanted. Even now as Dr. Crane dabbed her eyes, Dr. Allard was undoing the sash on her dress and removing it. The air in the room was cool, and when it hit her nipples, she gave a little gasp at the sudden sensation she felt. They tightened, and when they did, there was a little tugging sensation between her legs, and a warmth. The feeling only increased when her pantalets were pulled down and off. She was naked. Naked, helpless, vulnerable, and freshly spanked. The thought should have horrified her, but her lower belly was fluttering, and the throbbing between her legs seemed to correspond with the throbbing pain just starting to subside on her punished bottom.

“Up here now, there’s a girl.” Dr. Crane was helping her up on the exam table. It was narrow, and as she lay back under his instruction, she knew that to struggle may send her tumbling over the sides.

“A full exam will allow us to determine what you need for optimum health, my dear. It’s our duty as professionals and your guardians to give you the best of care. So please relax.”

She tried, obeying their instructions. Dr. Crane looked into her eyes, her ears, her mouth. He placed his large warm hands just under her jawline and pressed, murmuring with relief when he found no swelling that he said may indicate illness or affection. He and Dr. Allard, now on the other side of the table, each lifted an arm, flexing them at the joints. Rickets, they told her, were common among the malnourished, but she seemed to be fine.

Next came an examination of her abdomen. Dr. Crane held her hand now as Dr. Allard pressed on her tummy and then lower, just above her mons. As his fingers skimmed the soft swell of her belly just above her pelvis, she felt herself shudder. And then when he told her he was going to examine her breasts, she felt the odd little tugging throb between her legs as her breasts seemed to tighten in expectation of his touch. Was this normal, she wondered? She wanted to ask, but was embarrassed and so said nothing.

Oh, the feel of his hands. As Dr. Allard explored her right breast with nimble fingers, it was all she could do not to arch her chest toward his hands. Now she could not help but to question what was happening.

“My breasts,” she said. “They… they ache…”

“Ache?” She saw Dr. Allard briefly make eye contact with Dr. Crane as his hand moved to her other breast.

“Y-yes,” she said. “But not in a bad way. It feels as if all my feeling has moved there, to the tips.”

“Does it?” He offered her a kind smile. “That is just your body’s reaction.” Did his voice somehow sound thicker, or was she imagining it? His hands moved away, to her regret. “Your breasts are free of lumps or any other irregularities,” he said. “That is good news.”

“Oh,” was all she could say, for at that moment she could concentrate on little beyond her wish that his hands could remain on her longer. Lucy flushed at this thought, but had little time to ponder it before turning her attention to Dr. Crane, who was addressing her.

“I’m going to examine you lower now, Lucy.” He paused. “Between your legs.”

Between my legs
?

Lucy opened her mouth to speak, but could not. Between her legs was where she felt the little tug, the soft ache of a want she could not define. Something told her this urgency, this longing, was uniquely adult. This ache, she decided, she could not speak of. In fact, its presence had her closing her legs tightly together.

“Why, sweet Lucy. What’s wrong?” Dr. Crane crooked an eyebrow.

“I don’t want you to touch me there,” she said.

“But I must,” he said. “Tell me what you’re afraid of. Are you afraid it will hurt?”

She swallowed hard. That wasn’t what she was afraid of. She knew it wouldn’t hurt. The spanking had hurt, and just thinking of it scared her, but also made the throbbing between her legs go stronger.

“I’m so confused!” she cried, tears filling her eyes. “Is it normal? I mean… I feel…”

“My dear,” said Dr. Allard, smoothing her brow. “Please know that whatever you feel with us is fine. It is good. And above all, it is safe. You are safe to feel, Lucy. You have our permission.”

Their permission.
Somehow that made it better, easier.

Dr. Crane suggested it might be easier if her legs were spread, and she watched as he raised the appendages on the side of the table and locked them into place. She could see now that they were leg rests, and she allowed him to raise her legs, first the left and then the right, and place them in the supports. But she felt a surge of nervous excitement when Dr. Crane reached down and began turning the crank, spreading her legs further apart with each turn.

She could not hide now. She could not close her legs. She should have been scandalized, but the throb was increasing the wider she was opened. Excitement. There was no other word for what she felt. But it was a different kind of excitement. She was seized with a longing, an expectation. But for what? What was happening to her? Lucy was suddenly aware of her pussy, of slickness coating the shaved mound, slickness even on the inside of her thighs.

“I’m wet!” she said. “I’m so sorry.” She moaned in abject humiliation. “I didn’t feel it happen.”

“My dear, it’s not what you think. The place between your legs—your pussy—is aroused. That is why you are wet, and it is perfectly normal when a woman is in an excited state,” Dr. Allard said. “Tell me, Lucy. How do you feel now?” He paused. “Do you want Dr. Crane to touch you on your pussy?”

“I… I don’t know!” Her tone was defensive, and she tried to squeeze her legs together but couldn’t because of the restraints. “Does this mean that Judge Bonham was right?” She looked at them, stricken. “Am I a wanton after all?”

“Oh, my dear. Of course not. There is nothing unnatural about how you feel. It’s quite healthy, actually, unless this is your constant state. Is it?”

“I’ve never felt like this until now.” She had been looking from man to man, but now dropped her gaze. “Not until the two of you.” She began to cry. “I’m so sorry. I can’t help it.”

“There’s no need to cry, Lucy,” Dr. Crane said. “You are actually helping us with your honest answers. You had a very bad experience with the man who married you. But as your guardians, it is our job to teach you that all men are not like that. In the hands of a caring man, your body should respond just as it is responding now.”

“So, it’s not bad?”

“Oh, no,” Dr. Allard said. “It’s very good.” He nodded to Dr. Crane, who moved his hand between her legs. The folds of her labia had already opened like a dew-drenched flower, and when his fingers brushed her there, she moaned. “One day, you will be a married woman. Your natural reaction to a caring touch will be pleasing to your husband.” Dr. Crane was gazing between her legs as he touched her. Now he locked eyes with Lucy. “I’m going to examine the strength of your virgin barrier,” he said, and she felt his finger slip inside of her, just a little way, before stopping.

“Oh!” Her hips lifted from the table. It was as if her body sought to drive his finger in deeper. What was happening to her? She did not know; she only knew that her body thrummed with a secret want that became stronger when she lowered her hips and her sore bottom met the table, reminding her of the spanking she’d recently received. She could do nothing; her body was not her own. Just the thought alone, combined with his touch, had her suppressing a moan.

“Oh, how I ache!” she cried. “Please tell me what’s happening?”

Dr. Crane withdrew his finger. “I think that’s enough for now,” he said, and she whimpered at the withdrawal of the digit and then flushed. They’d assured her that this deep desire, this ache, was natural. So why did she feel so ashamed? She could feel the heat flushing her face and looked at both doctors. But they were looking kindly upon her, lovingly even. She allowed herself to relax.

“You seem in overall good health, Lucy,” Dr. Crane was saying, and she was further relieved that he was changing the subject. “Your eyes are clear, you show no sign of infection, your heartbeat is strong and your lungs sound clear. My only concern is your pallor. You are pale, even for one naturally fair. You need something to strengthen your constitution.”

“You mean like a tonic?”

“A tonic is not absorbed fast enough,” he said. “What I have in mind is a medicine delivered in a large bolus inserted into your bottom.”

“Into my bottom?” Lucy’s eyes widened. “No! I absolutely won’t hear of it!”

“Now, Lucy,” Dr. Allard said, dropping a gentle hand to her shoulder. The stern expressions the doctors had given her earlier when she’d refused to disrobe for the exam had returned to their faces as they looked down at her now. “Were you not just spanked for refusing to cooperate with us in our efforts to care for you?”