Chapter 3

Doctor Spaltenstecher was by no means an advocate of unbridled free love, but on the other hand saw no discernible benefits from prolonged adolescent abstinence from sexual activity. He was of course well aware of the prevailing attitude of the times. Indeed, from medical school he remembered a quote which struck him as being wrongly applied to many a present day situation :

"Nothing is as exceedingly advantageous to young people as exceedingly long abstinence. Every muscle becomes tight, the eye begins to glow, the mind is quick, the memory fresh, imagination vivid, determination great and firm, and out of a sense of strength one sees the whole world as if through a multicolored prism. The slight nervous disorders celibacy entails are to be accepted." (* From : Unadultered German Words)

Doctor Spaltenstecher interpreted this widely quoted adage in a different manner than many of his contemporaries. For him, sexual abstinence was no ideal. Indeed it could even be considered to be un-natural since why had Nature otherwise caused adolescents to be physically mature at an earlier age than that of which society approved ?

For the doctor, it was solitary activity that was an aberrant habit. Masturbation, though understandable, should be combated through modern methods of supervised tutoring and instruction. His task here at the Institute was slightly different in nature, but it provided opportunities to test his ideas.

As he contemplated these ideas almost absentmindedly he smiled to himself. Lise Futterman was going to be an interesting case. Not that other candidates were any less so, but it seemed as if she were a bit less knowledgeable of the ways of the world. Well, he would be at hand to help guide her.

He inserted a second and third finger into her opening and moved downwards, rubbing the area where Lise's labial lips came together. Stretching her opening wider he then moved upwards and rubbed the hooded little knob of the girl's clitoris. He spread the fleshy folds open with his left hand and uncovered the girl's bud with the other. It was enlarged and erect, covered in secretions.

Lise's breasts were heaving as she breathed in and out. Clearly the girl was aroused from the doctor's handling of her genitals. A good sign.

"Well Lise, your female organs appear to be in order, at least from what I can tell from a cursory examination. Of course, we'll do a more detailed examination later on and there will be more tests and such, but from what I see I can ensure you will be quite acceptable as participant. Good news, nichtwahr ?"

Lise was flushed and embarrassed. What did the condition of her girl's cunny have to do with being here ?

But the doctor didn't wait for an answer. He had her shift her legs a bit and then unconcernedly used a hand to part the cleft of her buttocks. He did not have to go to any great trouble, for the girl's anus was far from being hidden from view. But now he pointedly made an effort to study her little opening more closely, by running a finger over the sphincter ring and feeling up into her little hole.

Inwardly he smiled as Lise clenched her anal muscles. "Come now Fraulein, try to relax. This is all part of a normal physical examination. Have you never been checked in regards to possible fissures, lesions, hemorrhoids ?"

Lise flushed horribly and shook her head. "Oh no, Herr Doktor. Everything is fine I'm sure."

"I'll be the judge of that Fraulein, if you don't mind," he imparted. "Though outwardly everything does indeed seem to be in order." He continued looking and probing as he talked, pointedly trying to impart an unconcerned manner, as if this was everyday occurrence. "I'm sure the internal examination will show nothing as well. But for the while being it looks like you are in order."

Lise sighed in relief. She didn't quite intake the exact implications of ‘internal examination'. She was just glad that the doctor finally stopped his handling of her anus. Maybe now she could get dressed again. But her hopes, modest though they were, were not to be fulfilled.

"Before we start on the measurements, I think it best that we shave you. Krankenschwester Cunegonde will take care of that."

"Shave me ?" Lise asked, bewildered.

"Of course," the doctor answered. "Underarm and pubic hair. We won't remove all of your pretty blond bush, rest assured. But the labial lips must be denuded. It a physiological requirement for accurate measuring and incidentally quite pleasing esthetically as well. A modest growth on the upper pudenda is more than sufficient for our purposes."

Lise understood but little of what the doctor was referring to, but knew it would be embarrassing. Whatever could be the purpose of shaving between her thighs ? It was not that she was inordinately proud of her growth of adolescent genital hair, but it did serve to indicate that she was approaching adulthood and maturing. And besides, in what manner would the nurse accomplish such a mortifying task ? She was a tremble at the idea alone.

It soon became apparent that nurse Cunegonde planned on using a simple razor and soap. With a slow and deliberate obviousness the nurse placed a small washbasin of water and towel on a metal trolley next to the examination table. Krankenschwester Cunegonde held a razor in her hand.

Without saying anything, the stern looking nurse spread Lise's arms out wide and applied an amount of lathered soap under her armpits. She rubbed it in well before shaving it off in several deft and accurate strokes. The nurse dried Lise off with a towel and indicated that she spread her legs open wide.

The soap lather felt cool and strangely intimate as nurse Cunegonde rubbed it onto the adolescent's outer genital organ. Of course Lise diligently washed herself regularly. Her cunny was no stranger to soap and water, but never had she been washed in that area by an another person. And never in such surroundings and circumstances either. And besides, the purpose of this was not a cleansing but pubic shaving.

Nurse Cunegonde expertly shaved the adolescent girl, exposing the appropriate parts of Lise's labia and groin. Lise heard and felt the characteristic sharp swishing of the razor blade on her skin, sensed her blond pubic hair being cut away and wondered once again what the purpose of all this inordinately embarrassing activity could be.

In a short while Nurse Cunegonde finished her task and wiped away the last vestiges of soap from Lise's now denuded organ. The nurse quickly removed a few stray strands of hair and as a last affront lathered the girl's anal region and shaved it bare as well.

Was it her imagination or did Lise actually and truly feel cooler and more exposed than before ? The pubic hair around her labia had not been a very profuse growth to be sure, but still it seemed she could consciously feel its absence.

"Ah Krankenschwester ! Finished already ? Outstanding work, as always." The doctor examined the results by brushing the back of his hand along Lise's now naked sex organ. The post- adolescent labial lips were soft to the touch, yet taut with unrecognized desire, flushed and pouting. How alluring and inviting her youthful cleft appeared, how pristine and healthy, how ready and ripe for a good flourishing. Well, she would certainly receive more than her fair share of good rogerings during her time at the Institute the doctor pondered.

"Well Lise, you look much better indeed." The doctor smiled and nodded appreciatively. He then picked up a bundle of papers. "We should proceed to recording your physical measurements next. So if you would stand up please."

Lise moved upright and slid her feet around to the side of the examination table. Slowly she stood up, pressing her legs together for no good reason other than inborn modesty. There was little point in hiding her intimate parts from the doctor and nurse anymore, indeed they had seen more of her shameful areas than anyone had ever had the luck to glimpse, herself included. But it was simply second nature.

The doctor smiled to himself, wondering why the new arrivals always tried to hide their feminine parts. Even as Lise stood upright waiting for the next part of the examination, the doctor could see the alluring little cleft of her vaginal lips protruding between her thighs. The small tuft of blond pubic hair still left on her pudenda only served the make the contrast more striking.

The subsequent part of the examination would entail the recording of an extended list of bodily measurements and proportions. The doctor looked at the listing and the accompanying chart and smiled to himself. It was certainly exhaustive, if not outright superfluous. Physicians and scientists seemed to be addicted to taking ever so careful measurements and dimensions and readings. Far be it from Doktor Spaltenstecher to argue with established practice. The measuring would, if nothing else, allow him to position this young specimen of luscious German maidenhood in a variety of poses and positions. He needed no intricate slide rule calculations to determine the perfection and attractiveness of her body. Even a blind man could determine that, just by running one's hands over Lise's smooth and soft skin.

Thankfully he would be allowed to just that and much more besides. Indeed, life in these times was good to Herr Doktor Spaltenstecher. He unconsciously rubbed his hands together as he informed Lise that she was to be measured.

Nurse Cunegonde helped out where necessary, by holding a tape measure in place or by reading off dimensions. At other times she noted the figures on the chart. It all depended on the Herr Doktor's preference.

For instance he had little or no interest at all in phrenological aspects, considering such things to be but little more than quackery. But it was required so he paid dutiful lip service. He had nurse Cunegonde measure Lise's cranial dimensions, her nasal proportions and other related features.

Shoulder, waist, hip, chest girth and such were next. The doctor stepped in at this point and using alternatively either a tape measure or large caliper, carefully noted Lise's measurements. At first Lise stood dutifully at attention, at times flustered at the sight of the large metal calipers. But while those instruments were wicked looking, in reality they were simply intricate and ingenious devices for taking measurements of otherwise difficult to calculate bodily dimensions.

An instance in point were sacropubic diameters. Starting from one of several spinal disks, the opposing end of a large sized caliper was placed to the front of the girl's pubis. This was done to several points along Lise's vaginal opening, from both upper to lower extremities.

Lise had to assume more embarrassing positions to allow these measurements to be made. She spread her legs, crouched down, held her arms in the air and did other such things as instructed.

Her recently denuded genitals received the same meticulous treatment. Lise was once again made to lay down on the small examination table and spread her thighs. The doctor ran down the long list of characteristics he had to measure and noted the results.

As a final requirement he took several full length photographs of the girl : from the front, the back and to either side. He often wondered if the photo laboratory technicians at the Institute didn't secretively make prints for themselves. He would not have been surprised nor incensed had such been the case. It was gossiped that photos of the more attractive candidates were forwarded to the Reichs Chancellery in Berlin, ostensibly to those in Highest Authority.

He thought it quite likely in actual fact, though if asked would never admit it. The Herr Doktor himself had no need to procure clandestine photos of the female candidates. Part of his duties was to keep extensive files on medical and other matters. Photographic prints were a necessary part of such documentation.

Lise complied with the photo taking though as with so much of this morning's activity, she was flustered and somewhat confused as to the ultimate purpose. There was an inordinate amount of intimacy involved in everything she had been submitted to so far, yet at the same time it was flattering in a manner she herself did not quite understand. All this attention given to her (naked) body ! And all supposedly for the good of the Reich.

"Ausgescheignet Fraulein. Now we can proceed to other points on the agenda. We'll be turning you over to a colleague soon. I'll escort you to his office."

Nurse Cunegonde put the photographic plates on a trolley and rolled it out into the hallway, off on her way to the photo lab.

Doktor Kitzsler put several papers together into a thick manila folder and tucked them under his arm. "Shall we be on our way then, Fraulein ?" He opened the door to the hallway.

Lise was still unclothed and looked at the doctor with eyes wide open. "Herr Doktor, I cannot go into the hallway as I am."

The Doktor smiled indulgently. "Entschuldigen Fraulein. Would you like something to wear ? There is no need for exaggerated modesty here at the Institute you know. But if it will make you feel more comfortable ?" He took a light cotton gown and draped it around Lise's shoulder.

Lise held it together with a her left hand. She would have preferred to wear it properly, with her arms through the sleeves but she didn't want to inadvertently vex anyone at the Institute, certainly not the Herr Doktor.

"Danke…." She replied.

Together they stepped out into the hallway. The Doktor led Lise up several flights of stairs and along a long corridor, lined with many doors. He held on to her elbow as they walked as if guiding her along a difficult path.

Thankfully they saw only a few others as they made their way to doctor Kitzsler's office. Most were dressed in medical whites or lab coats. Doctor Spaltenstecher kept up a conversation with Lise, talking about inconsequential little nothings.

As they approached doctor Kitzsler's office, Doktor Spaltenstecher confided to Lise that the doctor she was about to see had connections to the Highest Circles of the Reich Government. "Doktor Kitzsler may seem to be an inconsequential fellow Fraulein," he said. "But don't let that fool you. He is very important. In fact one might even say that he is our Reichseinlaufmeister."

Lise felt her heart plummet. Whatever was this supposed to mean ? To her all people in authority were important, that went without saying. But to have a doctor refer to another doctor as important was disheartening. Especially after what she had already been through at the Institute. And what in the world was a Reichseinlaufmeister ? Was this supposed to be an official title ? Or a joke ? She thought not, since the very word itself sounded immensely important. It was always best to take things seriously if one wasn't sure.

"Yes, Herr Doktor. I understand," she said.

"Do you Fraulein ?" Doktor Spaltenstecher asked conspiratorially. "You shouldn't say that so lightly. I have it on good authority that doctor Kitzsler is acquainted with our beloved Fuhrer."

Lise's eyes widened. That was indeed something to take heed of. The Fuhrer ? If true, that was something to dutifully take note of.

Doctor Spaltenstecher enjoyed the way Lise's demeanor changed. She was suitably impressed, that he could see clearly. In fact, truth be told, he was impressed as well, even after all his time at the Institute. Personally he thought of Doctor Kitzsler as a somewhat overweight old fool. But in these times it was best to very careful.

"Ja, ja Fraulein. This is no idle gossip. It is a good thing to bear in mind."

It was indeed. Lise nodded and seemed to straighten up.

"They are Alte Kameraden, Doctor Kitzsler and our Fuhrer, from the Great War."

Or so it was whispered at the Institute. Doctor Kitzsler had the good taste, or good sense, never to bring the subject up. But there were enough indications that if not a personal acquaintance of the Fuhrer, the doctor did at the very least have some very influential connections among the Reichsleitung. Everyone was very differential around doctor Kitzsler indeed.

Doctor Spaltenstecher knocked on the door to announce their arrival.

for part 2 see Heim ins Reich part 2