This afternoon had been in the planning stages for months. Now the day was finally at hand. It was really quite a unique opportunity. I was sitting behind a regular reception desk wearing a shirt, slacks and a white lab coat. I looked every bit the part of a doctor’s assistant and that was exactly the part I was to play. My friend and co-conspirator, Roger, a gynecologist, was in his office only a few feet away. The waiting room was empty. There were only two people expected today and only one patient.

Roger had known that this day would come for a number of years but my invitation was much more recent. Roger had long been a fan of the Master Chris stories and had noted my own interest in the submissive nature of a gynecological exam. We had made contact a couple of years before and had become instant friends.

Although we lived in different parts of the country, Roger and I often found the time to talk, making sure we kept up on each other’s exploits. I told him that I envied him his profession but he was quick to set me straight about that. In 99.9% of the visit, he assured me, I’d have really no interest in being there. Still, he said, every once in awhile there is a visit that makes it interesting. Roger also described to me the group he and his wife Jane had been a part of for almost ten years. There were currently four couples involved and they had regular parties once per month. The ages ranged from the late 20’s to early 40’s. All four women were very submissive and the men dominant. During the parties, explained Roger, the women might be instructed to perform for the group or they might switch submissive for the evening, giving each woman the chance to be dominated by someone new. (more…)

When Danielle’s father remarried, his young wife Elise insisted on a summer-long honeymoon in Europe. Dani wasn’t invited, of course: instead, she was sent to live with her stepmother’s relatives in Oklahoma, Aunt Connie, Uncle Ted, and her two new step-cousins, Rebecka and Timothy.

Dani knew her Aunt and Uncle were strict, some kind of reformed Christians, with very conservative views, but she was shocked when, after her first dinner at their house, Aunt Connie ordered Rebecka to strip to her shoes and ankle socks and bend over the back of the sofa for a spanking.

“This is the second time this week you’ve failed to memorize your Bible lesson,” Aunt Connie said. “Perhaps a whipping will help you concentrate.”

Rebecka was a pretty eighteen-year-old, barely two years younger than Dani, too old for a naked spanking, Dani thought, especially in front of the entire household. Lower lip quivering, Rebecka followed her mother’s curt instructions: pulling her dress off over her head, then skimming her flowered panties all the way down to her ankles. (more…)

Dear Editor:

A.T.’s letter really struck a tender spot for me. I had never had a pre-employment physical before being hired for my present job, but this one time was a doozy. I’m 26, female, brunette and a professional secretary. During my last job interview my prospective boss, a handsome middle aged man, said he’d hire me (at a terrific salary) as soon as I passed the company physical. I was on cloud nine as I left and mentioned the good news to the fifth floor receptionist. I asked her about my medical exam and she smiled saying it was just a routine physical and not to worry. She suggested that I get it over with immediately and I said, O.K. Then the girl phoned downstairs to the medical office to see if I could be taken right away without a prior appointment. She hung up and said that they weren’t too busy. So the young receptionist took me personally down to the nurse’s office. (more…)

My primary care Doctor now is a woman named Dr. Nancy W. (Before all this it was a man Dr. Bell). When the muscles in my back spasmed into two big knots, I managed to make it to the office, ( I should note here, that this is a family medical clinic and that when I entered, all of the patients in the waiting room were women and children), but quickly found that Dr. Bell was on vacation. The receptionist saw how much pain I was in and told me that Dr. W. could see me immediately. I didn’t care who saw me, I just needed help. I was quickly ushered back to an examination room, where the nurse (whose name I later learned is Vicky) told me to undress and put on the usual gown. She then left and after about 5 minutes returned and took my blood pressure and heart rate, then told me to get up on the examination table. As I slowly moved to get on the table, she noticed that I still had my jockey shorts on and said, “those have to go too.” Without time for me to respond, she bent in front of me and hiked up my gown and pulled down the underwear, pausing with her eyes 6″ from my cock. As I stepped out of the garment, she guided it over my ankles and her hair brushed against the sensitive head of my prick (which responded with a half erection). (more…)