The doctor measured this, poked at that, each time stopping to write down the results of her examination.
“Bend over that,” she instructed, pointing at a leather padded bar.
I ‘jumped to’ as the Navy said, and within seconds was bent over with my feet and legs held tight together. There were two handles set into the floor clearly placed for me to hold. I wondered what terrible insult to them I had committed, because obviously this position was perfect for the administration of another whipping. What I received wasn’t the stinging agony of the whip, but in its own way it was worse than that! What I received was the light penetrating touch of cold gel, followed up by a deep probing speculum.
My butt cheeks were parted by the instrument as it pushed at my tight pucker. Finally, the thing
