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We walk past room, after room, for what feels like an eternity. Finally we reach the back exam room. The one with an attached washroom.

I take a seat in one of the chairs, as Nurse Kelly hovers over me to take my vitals. As she marks down my blood pressure, she tells me to take a deep breath and to try to calm down. My pulse/bp was higher than it should be, but it always is on exam day. I couldn’t help it. I knew what was coming. My body was internally throwing a fit, because I had to be a good girl on the outside. That is, if I didn’t want a spanking.

Next, was my least favourite of all the things nurse Kelly always did to me… my temperature. She teasingly tells me I know the drill, as she gestures to the table and slides on a pair of gloves. I huff a little at the prospect, which is returned with a stern look. One that turns soft as she sees my face. “It’s alright, sweetie” she coos, telling me it's not so bad. I suppose she’s right, it’s not, in comparison to what is to come.

I undress like I know I am supposed to. As I take off each piece of clothing I feel the cool air hit my smooth skin making little bumps. I try to get up on the table, until I am scolded with a chastising remark about how panties needed to be off too. I obliged.

She prompts me to turn towards the wall and I do so, pulling my knees into my chest. She pats my bottom lightly, to notify that I did a good job. Then I hear it. The cap of the lube click open… My muscles tighten under Kelly’s hand as she lifts my cheek. She tells me to relax, and that it will be so much easier if I do. I try to let go of the tension as I feel her lube up my little hole. She counts, 1…2…3... and it's in. She rubs my bottom with little strokes, as she twirls the thermometer. Those few minutes dragged on and on…. Suddenly, I hear the door click open. It’s daddy.