It was like nothing I had ever done before. I had told my Sir that I was open-minded and open for new experiences, but I had never expected for him to come up with something so new to me. True enough I had lived a rather sheltered life, but I never thought I was that naive. We met after he came home that weekend, and for the longest time he kept me waiting in the kitchen while he made some business calls in his office. I didn't think too much about it at the time, but he was rather secretive about it all. I took it in stride; it wasn't really any of my business anyway. When he finally came back into the kitchen, he was smiling and being very mysterious. He asked me how I had been while he was away, and I told him that I had been ok, but had spent way too much time working and needed some distraction for a while.

"Good, I think that will work out just fine," said Sir.

I became a little curious by his response. "What do you mean, Sir, I don't understand," I said. I got that look that usually tells me that I need to stop and not ask so many questions. But, being my usual curious self, I had to pursue this.

"Sir, I mean no disrespect, I just do not understand," I said.

"Sometimes curious little girls do not need to understand everything when they think they do," he said, "but maybe you should go and get your things. We do need to leave soon."

I became very excited about this. I thought we were going to go to grab a bite to eat and catch a movie. There were a couple of movies out that I had wanted to see, and I always love to go to the movies with Sir because he always finds a way to make it very hard to concentrate. Sometimes it is as simple as playing with my hand. Other times it is even more distracting, like the time he leaned over in the middle of the movie and whispered in my ear to very carefully remove my panties, and he began touching me very lightly starting inside my thigh and working his way up my leg until he was softly caressing my clit. I almost moaned out loud with the first orgasm and he whispered to me to not make a sound. By the time the movie was over I was soaking wet. He had me leave my panties, folded neatly, on the floor next to my seat. I just knew, as we walked out that night, that everyone knew what we had been doing.

As I was getting my jacket, Sir called out to me to go change into something that I could get out of easily and to pack a small overnight bag with my toys and a change of underwear. I hesitated with my answer out of confusion more than anything, and the next thing I knew I was being told to be sure to bring the cane and strap also. I immediately replied, "Yes Sir," hoping I would avoid anything serious. When I came back to the kitchen with my bag and jacket, Sir took the cane and strap from me, and told me to bend over the table. Without hesitation, I did exactly as I was told, raising my skirt and lowering my panties in the process. I don't know exactly how long he waited, but it seemed like forever. I was just about to open my mouth to ask what I was being disciplined for when I felt his hand on the small of my back. The first blow hit. I always hate it when he starts with his strap, and this time was no exception. It felt as if someone has hit my bottom with pure fire. I began to squirm trying to avoid the second blow, but it landed exactly where it was intended to land, as did the third and fourth. By now I had tears running down my face, not making a sound as I knew it would make it much worse later on.

"Maybe now you will treat me with more respect?", he said, as he guided me back onto my feet. I looked up into his eyes, "Yes Sir." were the only words I could force out of my mouth. Sir stepped back and picked up my bag, and opened the door. I straightened my skirt and we walked to the car in silence.

I was afraid to speak during our drive across town. It didn't take long for me to figure out we were not headed to the movies last night. As we turned towards the hospital, I began to get worried, but I still said nothing. Sir must have noticed the look on my face because he reached over and took my hand and said, "Not to worry little one... " and smiled at me. I looked into his eyes, and knew he had something perfectly wonderful in mind, but I didn't let on that I knew. As we drove on, I kept my eyes focused on him, but he never looked back at me and managed to keep a totally straight face. We turned down a street that was full of doctor's offices, and they were all dark except for one. He turned into the drive and pulled around back where there were two other cars parked.

"Wait here, and keep the doors locked."

I nodded my head and Sir left and walked into the back door of the office. It seemed like he was gone forever, and I began to get very nervous sitting there all alone with a million thoughts racing through my brain. I had become totally absorbed in my thoughts and didn't notice that Sir had come back to the car until he was standing right beside me. I jumped and opened the door for him.

"Not nervous are you?", he said with a smile that told me something was afoot.

"No Sir"

"You wouldn't lie to me would you?"

"Yes Sir, this time I would," I said beginning to tremble a little.

Sir began to chuckle at my nervousness. I knew I would be in no serious danger, but I just couldn't stop trembling. We walked into the office, and were immediately greeted by a man in scrubs.

"Come with me," he said, and walked down the hallway.

I was taken into a changing room and handed a gown, and told to change quickly. I waited for him to leave, but he just stood there. I looked at him and he told me he wasn't leaving and I should move a little quicker. I began to undress and started to leave on my panties and bra and he stopped me and told me to remove those also. I became embarrassed, but removed them also. As I pulled off my panties, he chuckled and said, "already been a bad girl I see..." I became even more embarrassed but continued to undress. Once I had my gown on he led me back to the exam room. There was the strangest table in there I had ever seen. It was like a very straight back chair with a tall back. He had me sit down and he raised the "chair" up and then began to lean it backwards. There were two little padded trays on each side that followed the chair upwards, but as it began to lean backward they started to rise up a little. He stopped moving the table, and came around and put my legs in the trays on each side of the chair. He pulled leather straps from underneath and strapped my legs down so I couldn't move, and went around and began to lower the back down so that I was lying down with my legs spread as far apart as they would go. I asked for a sheet, but was told no and he came around and stood between my legs looking down at me. He reached up and lifted the gown to expose me completely and then left the room leaving the door wide open. Anyone who walked by could have seen me. It was completely quiet and it was a little chilly in that room, and at that moment I noticed that there was a very familiar wetness starting to run down my bottom.

I heard footsteps coming down the hall and hoped it was my Sir, but it was the first man coming back with a tray that was covered with a green towel. He stopped and looked down at me again and smiled. I tried to reach down and move the gown so I was covered and he gave me a look of disappointment, set the tray down and opened the drawer and removed two more leather straps. These he put around my wrists and told me to not try to move again. He reached down and pulled my gown up even higher this time. I was becoming very embarrassed by this time, knowing that I was completely exposed, and a little nervous because I was unable to move a muscle. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down so that my bottom was over the edge of the table, uncovered the tray he had brought in and began to put shaving cream on my pubic hair. He shaved me very thoroughly, and then rinsed me off with a warm wet rag. Next he took out a tube of KY Jelly and a thermometer and a pair of gloves. He made sure that I could see him put the gloves on, and then he took the lube and began to put it on my rectum. He inserted his finger into my rectum a little and moved it back and forth slightly. He took the thermometer, shook it down, spread my cheeks very wide apart and inserted it. As he waited for my temperature to register he tapped the end of the thermometer very gently, and turned it to one side and then the next. I began to get more and more drippy as the minutes ticked by slower than ever. He removed the thermometer, read it and put it aside. Looking into my eyes he said,

"How about something a little bigger than a thermometer?", and took the towel off the tray. Picking something up and putting a little more lube on it, he kept smiling up at me. I felt his gloved fingers spread my cheeks apart again and he guided a small butt plug into my rectum and told me to hold it there.

"Do not let that fall out. If it does you'll be punished," and he began tapping the end of it, but not as gently as before. I began to groan a little, turning my face away from him.

I heard more footsteps coming down the hallway and in walked my Sir and another man I had not seen before.

"This is my friend, Doctor Jamison. You will not speak to him directly, only to me, and only when spoken to. Is that understood?"

"Yes Sir"

I began to tremble again. I had never felt so exposed and vulnerable. Dr. Jamison turned to My Sir, "best get washed up, this might take a while."

When they turned around again Dr. Jamison had a syringe and bottle of lidocaine. My eyes got very big when I saw that, I couldn't imagine what he was going to do to me. Dr. Jamison picked up his stethoscope and walked around the table, and began listening to my heart and breath sounds. He looked up at the first man and told him that the gown was in his way and to remove it. , which made me feel even worse. I looked to My Sir for comfort, and he must have seen the panic in my eyes. Sir reached up and put his hands on my leg and began to move his fingers back and forth very slowly, almost absentmindedly. I felt some better, but Dr. Jamison did not look pleased for some reason and I was still very nervous. Every time he touched me I think I jumped. Dr. Jamison reached for a pair of gloves, put them on and began to do a breast exam. My nipples became hard almost immediately, and I felt myself becoming more and more wet despite my nervousness. He moved his hands in small circles starting at the outer most edges of my breasts and moving inward very slowly, ending with my nipples, which he pinched and then stroked very lightly with his fingertips.

He finally stopped and turned to My Sir and said that everything there seemed fine, and walked around to the end of the table. He had My Sir put on a pair of gloves and he asked that the sheet be put over me. I relaxed at that statement and My Sir looked down at me and told me that the reason for the sheet was not for my comfort, but so that I would not be able see what was going on. I heard the familiar sounds of a speculum being adjusted, and I knew immediately that it was a metal one so I was expecting the coldness of it, but it almost felt like it had been in a refrigerator. Dr. Jamison inserted the speculum and turned it and opened it to the first notch. He turned to My Sir and they began talking about playing racquetball on Monday night. I couldn't believe how they were making small talk while I was lying there, and they must have sensed the change in my attitude because he turned and opened it all the way, spreading my vagina wide open and making it very tight. I felt the butt plug start to slip out and I tightened up trying to keep it from falling out, but it didn't work. It slipped out anyway, and all three men looked at me. I had no idea what they were going to do to me, but I knew that I was in trouble. Dr. Jamison nodded to the first man, and asked My Sir if he had seen his new car and they both took off their gloves and left me with the first man.

"I warned you," he said, and began to take off the sheet and straps. He moved my legs off and held them and told me to very carefully roll over. When I did he lowered my legs again and let them dangle.

"Am I going to have to strap you down again or will you be still?"

"I'll try to be still, honest I will."

"I certainly hope so," he said, "and keep your eyes forward. Do not turn around."

I could not tell what he was doing until I heard him turn on the water. At the moment I realized what was fixing to happen, I began to beg him not to do it. I had never had an enema before and I really didn't want to have one now. He brought the bag over and hung it on the hook on the wall and began to put lube on my rectum again. I begged him to not do this, but he kept right on as if he had not heard me. I felt the tip touch me and I tensed up to keep it from going it.

"The more tense you are the worse it is going to hurt. I'd relax a bit if I were you."

I tried to relax some, but it seemed impossible. The water began to flow into me and it began to get very uncomfortable. I told him that it was, and he said that I should just relax because we weren't even half way through yet. I could feel his fingers touching my rectum holding the nozzle in as deep as he could get it. I was feeling very embarrassed and did not think it could get any worse until I heard My Sir and Dr. Jamison coming back. I hid my face in my arms.

As it finished, they stood around talking as if nothing was happening, and I was becoming more and more embarrassed. He took the nozzle out of my rectum and I started to get up, and felt a hand on my back.

"Not yet."

I was getting very worried that I wasn't going to be able to hold it, and the minutes seemed like hours. I began to moan a little.

"Ok, follow me."

I was led down the hall to the bathroom and told to be sure to take my time and get it all out. I never wanted to leave that bathroom. When I came out I was led back to my room and put back on the table on my tummy again. My hands were tied to the sides of the table and a sheet was placed over my back with my bottom and legs exposed. The end of it was held up so I couldn't see. I heard My Sir and Dr. Jamison talking about which one to start with.

"Oh, I think the cane would be a nice choice, don't you?"

"I've never seen one used before, show me," said Dr. Jamison.

I was given 14 cane strokes in all, seven from My Sir, and seven more from Dr. Jamison. I can't remember when the tears started but by the end they were flowing freely. I was turned back over and placed back in my original position and strapped down again. The speculum was reinserted and left in place for several minutes. Dr. Jamison then removed the speculum and inserted two fingers as deep as he could get them and began to hit my G-spot. He massaged it very slowly increasing his pressure as he went along. My Sir pulled on a pair of gloves and began to rub my clit very gently and I began to moan a little, and they increased their speed and pressure until I had an explosive orgasm. My whole body trembled violently as I screamed. My Sir came around to the end of the table and took two fingers of each hand and inserted them and began to stretch me apart, slowly at first. Dr. Jamison filled his hand with lube.

"That should do it I think."

My Sir reached over with his right hand and Dr. Jamison put lube over his entire glove. I was told to relax as I felt his hand start to work its way inside me very slowly. I started to protest, but was told I should relax and breathe deeply. As his knuckles went in, I was assured that the worst of it was over. It felt so good feeling myself being stretched apart like that. Then I felt Dr. Jamison's fingers pressing against my rectum again. He slid in two fingers very gently and I groaned very loudly. I let go and relaxed and they began to move very slowly in and out of me. One orgasm after another flowed through me. Dr. Jamison removed his fingers, pulled off his gloves and left with the other man and closed the door behind them. My Sir pulled his hand out took off his gloves and we made love like we never have before.

I don't remember much else after that. My Sir helped me get dressed and helped me out to the car. The drive home was a blur. I lay down in the seat and put my head in his lap as he drove. He reached over and put his arm across my side and I looked up into his face and whispered,

"Thank you Sir."

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