Docter Daddy’s Breeding Exam – I love the way it feels when my stepdad Damon gives me these monthly exams. As one of the top obstetricians and gynecologists in the city, Damon always brings his full medical kit home. Last year he started doing thorough vaginal exams on me, and Mom completely agreed it was necessary. With her family history of cancer, she wanted to make sure I was healthy in every single way. Mom had only been married to Damon for four years. He was tall, always impeccably dressed, and had this calm, commanding presence that made the whole world feel steady and safe. I was really happy Mom had found someone who made her light up like that. Still, I didn’t feel truly close to him at first.
His hospital hours were crazy long. We barely saw each other. He was gone before I woke up, and by the time he got home I was usually out at school events or hanging with friends. But Damon always made time for my monthly exam. He said it was important to keep me clean, completely disease-free, and confirm I was still untouched. He’d come into my room in the evenings, voice low and professional. In the beginning the exams didn’t feel weird. He’d ask gentle questions about my period and if any boys had ever touched me down there. Then he’d pull me to the edge of the bed, have me bend my knees, and slide in the cool, shiny speculum while he looked inside. He always gave me the all-clear. After I turned eighteen, though, his exams became so much more thorough and intimate. Now he has me strip completely naked. He starts with a full breast exam, his strong fingers circling each soft mound, searching for anything unusual, then gently pinching my nipples to check for discharge.
Every touch sends little sparks racing through me. Then he moves lower. He insists I stay perfectly smooth down there so he can see every delicate inch. So every exam begins with him shaving me himself. His hands are incredibly steady; he never nicks me once, and the intimate way he does it always makes my heart flutter wildly. After I’m silky smooth, Daddy uses his fingers to part my delicate folds, stroking the sensitive skin inside while he examines me closely. I can feel his warm breath right against my most private spot as he leans in. Sometimes his thumb brushes over my swollen little clit and I jolt because it feels so damn good, like electricity dancing across my skin. When a soft moan escapes me, he doesn’t stop. “Does that feel tender, baby? Let Daddy make sure everything’s okay.” I’ve never told him, but I secretly crave his touch there. It makes my whole belly melt into warm, tingling heat.
Daddy always knows. He says my body gives him all the slick lubrication he needs for the rest of the exam. Once I’m dripping wet, he eases the speculum inside, stretching me a little more each month. He tells me it’s important to prepare me because one day a man will claim me completely, and I’ll thank him for getting me ready. He always looks deep inside and praises me in that deep, velvety voice, “Such a good girl, Piper. Your sweet little virginity is still perfectly intact. I can see your protective barrier right there.” Lately, since I turned eighteen, he spends so much longer between my thighs. He’s even licked me there with long, slow strokes of his tongue. He says he can tell a woman’s health by the taste of her arousal. Every time he does it I feel incredible, floating on clouds of pleasure, but then this deep, aching emptiness fills me. I want more. I need more. I just don’t know what that “more” is yet.
One night I whispered breathlessly, “Daddy… when you lick me there it feels so amazingly good, but afterward I feel so empty and desperate for something else.” Daddy’s eyes darkened with possessive pride. “Thank you for telling me, princess. Daddy will take care of that aching need for you.”