Addison's Judicial Punishment

Addison's Judicial Punishment 1

By Feeling Inspired
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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now. * * * * *

Addison Parker shot daggers at her former friends who sat behind her in the gallery of juvenile courtroom four at Chatanagua County. She was fourteen-years-old and dressed in her Sunday best for her sentencing hearing.

She had thought long and hard this morning when deciding what to wear and decided that modest Jesus lover was the way to go, hoping the judge would look kindly at that kind of girl. She had a slightly low-cut magenta long sleeved shirt tucked into a white skirt with matching pink flowers that fell mid calf. She had a white camisole under her shirt to protect her modesty and black tights underneath her skirt. To finish the look, she wore white ballet flats, a white cardigan, and a silver cross around her neck on a short chain.

“Ignore them,” Mr. Billings said, as he sat down next to her, “It isn’t their fault.”

Mr. Billings wasn’t her lawyer. Her parents would have had to get her one and they completely supported the prosecution. Instead, Mr. Billings was a court appointed adviser whose job it was to make sure she was in the right place and didn’t disrespect the court. She suspected that if she got out of line then he would act as a bailiff and restrain her.

Addison didn’t think what she had done was that bad. At a church organized sleepover, her and the three girls behind her in the gallery, Paisley Bennett, Mackenzie Patterson, and Eloise Smythe, had snuck out of the church banquet hall and hid in one of the Sunday school rooms. They had gossiped and talked and messed around. Unfortunately, the messing around had big consequences.

Addison had been dared to hang upside down from an exposed pipe that hung by the ceiling but when she tried, it broke. She wasn’t hurt, but the pipe was and it started spewing water everywhere. Of course, they had gotten in big trouble as it caused serious water damage in the church.

That was why she was here. Her parents and the other girls’ parents had decided to take advantage of a newly introduced set of laws called the Taking Back Control initiative. Addison didn’t know exactly what was in store for her, but she knew it wasn’t good and she knew it was going to be worse for her than the rest of them because the traitors had ratted her out.

Of course, they all said that it was her that broke the pipe, but they also said that it was her idea. That wasn’t true. She’d been dared by all of them. She didn’t know whose idea it was at first, but they were at least equally culpable. Plus, they said it was her idea to sneak out when that wasn’t true either. They had been sneaking away from the youth group slumber party for ages and she knew for a fact they weren’t the only four. Sure Addison wasn’t innocent, but she didn’t think she deserved to be punished worse than her friends.

Suffice to say, Mr. Billings’s suggestion to ignore them wasn’t going to happen. Paisley, Mackenzie, and Eloise had been her close friends since pre-school and now that they were all in 8^th grade, she thought they should have had her back during this catastrophe.

Instead, even though she knew they were going to be sentenced shortly after her, she hated them for getting off easier than her and they weren’t talking to each other right now. It sucked to not have her best friends around, but she was very mad at them.

As she steamed, there was a bang as the door near the judge’s bench opened.

“All rise,” the bailiff called as Judge Theresa Morton entered the room.

Addison and all the rest rose and shortly sat as Judge Morton got underway. She banged her gavel and began to speak. “Greetings,” she said,” this is a sentencing hearing for the State of Georgia vs Addison Parker and then the case from which it was severed now known as the State of Georgia vs Paisley Bennett, Mackenzie Patterson, and Eloise Smythe, correct?”

“Yes, your honor,” the prosecutor, who stood to Addison’s right, said.

“Are there any last minute motions before I continue?

“No, your honor,” the prosecutor answered.

Mr. Billings half stood and shook his head in the negative. Addison had already been warned by her parents not to make a scene, so she also stayed quiet.

“Great,” the judge said, “Then we can continue. Miss Parker, will you stand for the sentence to be read. Miss Bennett, Patterson, and Smythe, you three should also listen carefully as it goes for you as well and I don’t want to repeat myself.”

Addison stood and took a deep breath as the judge spoke, “All four of you are about to be sentenced under the Revised Juvenile Correction, Rehabilitation, and Reform Act. Do you know what that is?”

“Not really, I mean, no, your honor,” Addison responded.

“What about Taking Back Control?”

“I’ve heard of it, your honor, but I don’t really know.”

“Ok, let me explain. The new act allows the court to order a new kind of punishment for juvenile delinquents. It is believed that rather than traditional punishments like confinement to a juvenile correction facility that embarrassment and pain are the best way to reform wayward delinquents like yourself.”

Addison didn’t like the sound of that. Her heart was in her stomach and she could feel herself begin to hyperventilate as the judge continued.

“With that in mind, I hereby sentence you to six weeks as a Class One Nude Juvenile to begin after your medical which will take place immediately after I adjourn this court. I am also going to order that you attend three public discipline sessions at the Chattanagua County Juvenile Discipline Center. Two of those are ordered to be same sex discipline sessions and the third to be a session attended by both sexes. I assume you don’t understand those terms Miss Parker?”

Addison was ashen faced but managed to stammer, “N-no your honor.”

“Alright, you will be required to remove your clothing during a medical exam that will take place shortly and you will not wear any clothes except footwear for six weeks.”

Oh God. Addison’s social life was flashing before her eyes. She was one of the popular girls and it might kill her that everyone at school was going to see her nude. Was she even allowed to be naked at her private Christian school? She assumed that if the court ordered it then they had to allow it. Her legs were jelly as Judge Morton continued.

“Class one is the lowest level. Despite being naked, nobody will be allowed to touch you except your parents unless authorized by your parents. Are your parents in the courtroom?”

“We are here,” her mother said, standing up along with her father.

“Good. I suggest, in fact, I expect you to educate yourself about punishment that you might dole out at home. TBC works best when it is a partnership between the state and parents.”

“Yes, your honor. We have ideas for that,” her mother said.

“Good, and finally, the discipline sessions will subject you to both corporal punishments as well as forced sexual contact. I hope your experience the next six weeks will set you on the straight and narrow when it is over.”

Addison’s ears were ringing, but she nodded when the judge stopped talking.

“Good, I can see that the severity of your sentence is already having an effect. It is so ordered,” she said, before banging her gavel. “Please sit in the gallery Miss Parker, you can go to your medical exam along with your friends after their sentencing.”

Addison complied, biting her tongue before correcting the judge that the other three teenagers weren’t her friends. She slowly went to sit next to her parents and watched as Paisley, Mackenzie, and Eloise walked up to hear their fate.

The three of them, dressed just as well and modestly as Addison, walked to the defense table. All three of them were red faced and Eloise, who had always been a cryer, hid her face in her hands.

The judge rustled some papers on her desk and banged her gavel again, “Anything to add in this case?”

The prosecutor and Mr. Billings indicated there was nothing so the judge began the sentencing, “Miss Bennett, Miss Patterson, and Miss Smythe, please stand.” She waited to give them a moment, “I am sure you three now understand the law under which you will be sentenced.

The three eighth graders nodded, having heard the judge already explain it once.

“Any questions?”

“Are we gonna be naked at school and church?” Paisley asked.

“Yes, you certainly will. Both must allow your entrance. You will be naked everywhere you go within the entire country. Any other questions?”

Paisley was the most adventurous of the four, so she continued, “I heard you say forced sexual contact. Is rape legal now? That’s evil.”

“Good question. Your parents are allowed to touch any part of your body that they want as well as allow any other adult to do the same. However, there is a limit. Nobody over eighteen can touch you with their genitals nor have you touch their genitals. However, they can force you to have intimate contact with another minor’s genitals. Is that clear?” the judge explained.

“Yes, your honor,” Paisley muttered.

“Good, anything else, Miss Bennett?”

The girl shook her head.

“Good, the three of you will each have the same sentence. I hereby sentence you three to four weeks as a Class One Nude Juvenile to begin after your medical exam which will take place imminently. You are also sentenced to two public discipline sessions at the Chattanagua County Juvenile Discipline Center. One of which will be a same sex discipline session and the second will be a cross-sex session. Anymore questions from you three?”

Addison thought their sentence was about what she expected. The same punishments but shorter and one less public session. If they weren’t going to be the same, she was at least glad it wasn’t much shorter than hers.

“It is so ordered,” Judge Morton said as she banged her gavel after the girls had no questions. “Miss Parker, please join your friends. Bailiffs, escort the four of them to the medical clinic for their exam. Parents, you can collect your daughters in about an hour at the Chattanagua Pediatrics Clinic just down the street. I would also like to see all you in my private chambers to talk, while your children are busy at the doctor’s.”

Addison walked back to the defense table to join her former friends. She couldn’t help but feel a little bad for Eloise who was quietly sobbing, but Paisley and Mackenzie were stoic, so she just glared at them.

The bailiff didn’t handcuff them but just showed them to a side door and lead them through the basement of the courthouse. They walked up the stairs and through the busy lobby out onto Main Street of their small town.

Addison walked behind the other three down the sidewalk. She wondered if it was obvious to the townspeople where the four adolescents were headed. Did they know that the four pretty teenagers were soon to be naked for the next four to six weeks? Would there be a crowd trying to get a look when they were done at the clinic?

As far as she knew, the four of them would be the first naked juveniles in town. Certainly, nobody at her school was walking around completely nude. She would have heard about that. Maybe it had already started at the public school, she thought. She shuddered at the thought of her classmates, especially the guys. Addison was a complete virgin just like the other three girls. The four of them held themselves apart from the normal drama of their junior high. Sure, guys hung around, but the four of them didn’t give them much time. She was sure that the four of them walking around with no clothes was going to be the talk of the school.

The short trip to the clinic was over quickly and the four of them were led inside to a waiting room where they sat down, and the bailiff spoke to the woman at the receptionist’s desk. The other three girls huddled together while Addison left a couple chairs between her and the others. She had to admit that she liked that the four of them would be together for the first four weeks. It might distract from her a bit if three other members of the popular clique were naked too.

In a couple minutes, the four of them were separated and led to the back into separate rooms by an older nurse with gray hair and left alone in an exam room. The room had one exam table, one chair, a stool, and an upright scale. A cabinet with a sink was on the same wall as the door. The walls were covered in brightly colored flowers with smiling faces that was obviously meant for younger patients.

Shortly, the door opened, and a doctor and another nurse walked in the room. The doctor was a middle-aged man in a button down shirt and khaki pants with a white lab jackets while the nurse was a twenty-something woman in pink scrubs.

The doctor spoke, “Hello, Addison. I’m Dr. Herman. It’s nice to meet you.”

There was a moment of awkward silence before she spoke, her southern girl upbringing forcing her to be polite, “It’s nice to meet you. Is there not a woman doctor who can be here?”

“Nope, I’m the doctor that does the juvenile exams for the court. I’ll be examining all of your friends too. Nurse Jenna is here too if that makes you more comfortable.”

“I can see that you’re scared and that’s ok,” Dr. Herman said, “As long as you do everything, we say this will go quickly. I know this is a punishment and I’m sure you are unhappy, but I don’t want to make it worse than it already is. I just have a job to do, ok?”

When the teenager didn’t speak, he continued, “As part of the sentence you are required to undergo this exam and questionnaire. We do this for two reasons. One, I’m responsible for ensuring your safety during your punishment, so I’m going to determine what you can safely handle during your sessions at the Discipline Center. Your punishments are meant to be painful but not actually injure you. I do that by determining your development using what’s called the Tanner Scale which is, basically how far along each of you are in puberty and taking some anatomical measurements. The second reason you’re ordered to do the exam is that there’s a problem in pediatrics that we don’t have a lot of good, recent data about the development and anatomy of adolescents. There’s not a lot of volunteers for exams, you see?”

Addison nodded along. She wasn’t quite sure what he was getting at, but she was sure it was going to be embarrassing.

“Anyway, I’m going to be asking you some sensitive questions and taking some measurements of your body as I do your exam. The questions are going to be both about your developmental history and some questions that might seem random but are meant to get at your psychological state. I know you might not like it but this really is quite useful scientific and medical information that could help us treat girls your age in the future so that means you’re doing some good, ok?”

After another awkward silence, Addison piped up, “So . . . you’re gonna like measure my . . . breasts?”

“Yes, and other things related to your sexual development,” Dr. Herman confirmed.

Addison could feel her face grow warm and hoped that the next six weeks weren’t going to be this bad the entire time. She was starting to realize that everything during her punishment was going to be focused on her girly bits. That was terrifying. She was completely naïve about that stuff. The bits between her legs were just something she cleaned when she peed and cursed when it was her time of the month.

Then it hit her that she was going to spend one of the next six weeks on her period and her heart sank. How was she gonna walk around without clothes that week? Was she gonna have to suck it up and learn how tampons worked? Was she going to have to bleed down her leg? One thing she knew was certain: she was never gonna hang from a pipe ever again. She had learned her lesson and the punishment hadn’t even started yet.

“We are going to start, ok?, Dr. Herman said.

“Do I have a choice?”

“Well, no. You can always not listen to directions and then I tell the bailiff and he tells the judge and then you get more punishment.”

“No, I’ll listen,” Addison said. It was about to start, and she wondered how long it would take before she was completely naked for the next six weeks.

“Up on the table please. Sit on the edge,” the doctor said.

Addison complied and Nurse Jenna began the exam. The pink scrubbed woman listened to her heart and lungs, checked her blood pressure, tapped her knee with a reflex hammer, the looked into her mouth, nose and ears. Then what she was dreading began.

“I need you to disrobe down to your bra and panties, please,” Dr. Herman said.

Addison took a deep breath. This was a big moment as she transgressed her conservative mores. The doctor smiled at her and she hated it. Was every adult the next six weeks gonna stare at her like this or was it just his job?

She gritted her teeth and stood up. Addison brushed her blonde hair behind her shoulders and dropped her white cardigan on the floor. Then she took off her flats and, crossing her arms in front of her, she pulled her magenta shirt off over her head revealing her white camisole that she wore to protect her modesty. Her stomach, which she didn’t think could sink any lower, proved her wrong. She was gonna have to get over that for the next month and a half.

Then she loosened the belt that held up her floral skirt and opened the zipper on her left hip and pushed it down. She hesitated deciding between her cami and her tights before choosing the former and showing her nude bra to the two strangers. Slowly, she started to roll her tights down her skinny legs. Knowing instinctively that she would have to get used to her nudity, she stood in her nude bra and pink cotton panties with her hands on her hips.

“Your necklace, please, Addison,” Dr. Herman said.

“Oh,” Addison gasped. She had completely forgot about the cross around her neck and soon it was off, “Sorry.”

“That’s fine.” The smiling nurse didn’t make her climb back on the table. “Now up on the scale,” the doctor said.

She complied and let the nurse complete her task and call out her height (64.5 inches) and weight (121lbs). Then the invasive questions began.

“Are you sexually active?”

The question made Addison draw breath. They really were going to be asking the most sensitive questions during this exam.“ No, of course not,” she answered.

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?”

“No!”

“Have you ever kissed a boy?”

“Only my dad.”

“Nobody your age?” he asked again.

“No!” she promised.

“Has a boy your age ever seen your breasts or beneath your underwear?”

She opened her mouth to say no but remembered one time when she was about eight that her bikini had fallen off at a pool party.

“Why the hesitation?” the doctor asked.

“Um, maybe by accident a few years ago. At a pool party.” During a game of Marco Polo, her top had been pulled off by another friend, Ava, and definitely a couple guys had seen her before she had gotten covered. It had been mortifying at the time, but she had almost forgot about it until this very moment.

“OK, so it was an accident, right? And how old were you?” the doctor probed for more details.

“Um yeah. Totally an accident I wasn’t flashing,” Addison said, unable to suppress a giggle. She had always been a nervous laugher, one of the ways that her mother always knew when she was lying. “I was, um, eight, I think.”

“Thanks. Ever had a girlfriend?”

“No, I’m not a lesbian!” That never would have flown at church.

“Ok, it would be ok if you were. Have you started your period?”

“Yes,” Addison admitted.

“When did it start?”

“I was eleven.” It had actually been just before her twelfth birthday a few months after Paisley. Her and Paisley had bonded a lot over their hatred of that time of the month.

“Is it regular?”

“Hmm mmm.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yeah.”

“When will it next start?”

“Three weeks from now. Give or take,” she answered after doing some quick math.

“Ok, do you know what a hymen is?”

Addison hesitated again. She knew it was something to do with her private parts, but not really more than that, “Not really. It’s something, um, you know, down there.” Her hand went toward her covered crotch.

“Ok, great,” the doctor said, “Now will you take off your bra please so we can start taking measurements?”

God help me, Addison thought. This was another line that was about to be crossed. She knew there were going to be a lot the next few weeks. Addison and her frenemies had no experience being nude and never talked too much about their bodies. They were good Christian girls and they never talked about such things for fear of ridicule.

Addison’s stomach was in knots as she reached both hands behind her back to squeeze the clasp of her bra open, she wondered what it would be like to be naked for the next six weeks. Was she going to get used to it or was she going to be this mortified for the entire time?

She let her tan bra drop to the floor and showed her teenage breasts to the doctor and the nurse. They were well rounded and topped with puffy, salmon-colored nipples that Addison wished weren’t so pointy.

Nurse Jenna stepped up, “Paisley, face away from me and put your hands on your head.”

The fourteen-year-old turned and laced her fingers on the back of her head, making her breasts rise as her arms pulled them up. The nurse used a measuring tape and wrapped the ribbon around her ribcage, below her breasts, and read out the result, “Twenty-nine inches.”

Then the measuring tape rose and wrapped around her breasts across her nipples, “Thirty-two point five inches.”

Addison could feel her nipples growing hard under the ribbon and was happy when it dropped to just above her belly button measuring her waist (25 inches) and then her hips (30 inches). The nurse announced her measurements and the doctor recorded them.

Addison bit her lip. She’d heard whispered in locker rooms that women were supposed to be 36-24-36, but she wasn’t approaching that yet. Was that bad? Did she need to lose weight? Her waist was already 25 inches. How was it supposed to be 24?

While the teenager worried, Nurse Jenna traded out the tape measure for a metal device and rubbed Addison’s right nipple after stepping in front of her. Addison gasped but allowed it to happen as the nursed switched to her left, feeling them become harder. The nurse examined her closely and seemed to be measuring each nipple with the metal tool.

As she went the nurse called out measurements, “Right areola is 44mm. Right nipple width 9mm. Right nipple projection 5mm. Left areola width 44mm. Left nipple width 9mm. Left nipple projection 5mm. Both the same.”

That was good, Addison thought. Both nipples were symmetrical and that was how they were supposed to be right?

Dr. Herman handed the clipboard back to the nurse and spoke, “Yes, thank you, nurse. Addison, will you get back up on the table and lay back please. I’m going to be touching your breasts to make sure that they’re healthy.

“Do you have to?” Addison asked, “They feel fine. Never had a problem with them.”

“Yes, now come on. If this was a normal exam, I would trust you, but since you’re going to be visiting the discipline center I have to check. You don’t want them to be punished if they’re not healthy,” the doctor explained.

Addison worried about her breasts being punished. She couldn’t even imagine what might happen to them. Can you spank breasts? Squeeze them? She frowned as she wondered what might happen in a few days at the Discipline Center and climbed onto the table, laying back. Her perky breasts pointed toward the ceiling. Addison watched as the doctor stood over her and with both hands started to touch her right breast, “Tell me if anything hurts.”

The teenager’s mind raced as the man touched her breasts for the first time. Starting with the right breast he pressed her flesh with the pads of his fingers in a spiral pattern starting around her nipple and then moving out until he touched her entire breast. Then he repeated the process with her left. He was gentle but he still pressed hard enough to feel the tissue underneath and the whole process was anxiety producing.

“Ok,” the doctor said as his hands retreated, “Everything feels normal to me. Did anything hurt when I applied pressure?”

“No,” Addison answered, sitting up on her elbows.

“Alright, I’m going to go on and certify your breasts as healthy and able to take every approved punishment, which is up to class three. I know that sounds scary, but that means that nothing they might do to you will permanently injure you, which is good. I’m also going to certify you as Tanner Stage IV for breast development,” he explained.

“What does that mean?” Addison asked, curious.

“Well, at Tanner stage IV, your breasts might have already reached their full size, but it is likely they will grow at least a little bit more. I can also tell you’re Tanner Stage IV because your areola, which is the colored bit around your nipple is raised up from the rest of your breast. That’s called an areolar mound. It’s likely that it will go down slightly the next couple years and be less distinct from the regular skin around it,” Dr. Herman answered, pointing at her chest to illustrate his point.

“Ok,” Addison said, not completely absorbing all of that information, “Thanks.”

The doctor smiled, “I’m glad to answer any questions. There is no reason your punishment shouldn’t be educational. Hopefully, you come out of your sentence more educated and comfortable with your body. Now just a couple more questions, ok?”

Addison nodded.

“When did you first notice breast development?”

Addison thought back, “Um, I was nine, I think. My nipple got bigger and pinker.”

“Ok, when did you first start wearing a training bra or anything else meant to support or protect them?” the doctor inquired.

“Right after I asked my mom about them,” Paisley answered, “So ten.”

“Ok, I see that you’re wearing a so called ‘real’ bra now, when did that start? As in, when did you begin wearing a bra with a cup and band size?”

“Um, when I started sixth grade, so I would have been eleven, almost twelve.”

“Ok, that’s all my questions, for now,” Dr. Herman said, “Take your panties off now, please.”

Oh no. Addison knew it was coming but finally she was about to slide off the last piece of modesty she would have for six weeks! She sat up from the table, her tits jiggling as she moved, and let her legs hang off the table and was about to jump down when the doctor spoke.

“Just stay on the table. You’re going to be back up there anyway,” he said.

Addison frowned. Will adults just be telling her what to do every second for the next few weeks. Ugh, probably. With her legs together, her thumbs went to her waist band and started to slip off her panties.

She raised her bottom off the exam table and allowed them off and they fell down her legs. With a slight kick of the ankles they fell to the floor. The few seconds that they hung on her feet was the last time she would have a single stitch of covering for forty-two days.

“Great,” Dr. Herman said, “You can lay on your back now. Legs straight and together.”

Addison complied, swinging her legs back onto the table and laying back leaning on her elbows. She knew that for the first time in her young life somebody other than her mother could see her pubic hair. Luckily it was darker than the hair on her head, not benefiting from the sun’s lightening effects and did a good job of hiding her cleft from the eyes of the doctor and nurse. The dark curls covered everything from the lowest point of her labia and up to her mound where it spread in all directions. Addison was actually quite proud of her growth in that respect. She thought she looked like a woman.

“Thank you, but can you lay back flat?” Dr. Herman asked, “I’m going to be touching your stomach to make sure your organs are healthy and in the right place.”

Addison complied and lay back flat, keeping her head up so she could watch him touch her. Through the gap between her breast, he watched his fingers touch her tummy. Methodically he moved both his hands around pressing down and feeling her insides. Sometimes it was uncomfortable, and it took a couple minutes but when he was done, she decided that that might have been the easiest part of her exam since the nurse was taking her vitals and she was fully clothed.

She knew there was no way that it would continue though. The doctor wasn’t doing this whole embarrassing exam in order to skip her most private bits. She was certain that soon he would be touching her vagina.

When Dr Herman completed his examination of her abdomen, he confirmed her fears, “Ok, now I am going to examine your vulva which is the outside parts of your reproductive organs.”

“Ok,” Addison answered, slowly.

The doctor stood at the foot of the table and touched the corners, “I need your feet to go here so I can get a good view. Slide your bottom down as far as you can and still be comfortable.”

The teenager frowned and complied. She bent her legs and put the bottoms of her feet on the corner of the table and slid all the way down so that her calves and skinny thighs touched. She knew that she was completely on display. The doctor could see he her dark blonde, curly pubic hair that covered her pink, girly lips and her mound that looked particularly pronounced between her thin leg.

“Nurse, I’m going to declare her Pubic Hair Tanner Stage 4, just like her breasts. Addison, when did you first notice pubic hair growth?”

Very embarrassed to be having this discussion with her legs open but too nervous to cover herself, she answered, “Um I was nine.”

“Was that before or after you first noticed breast growth?”

“Um,” Addison thought for a moment. It had been a few years, “After I think. By a few months.”

“Ok, do you shave your leg and underarm hair?”

“Um, yes,” she answered.

“Great,” Dr. Herman said, “Have you ever trimmed or shaved your pubic hair?”

Addison blushed. She hated these questions, “Um I’ve used scissors to cut really long hairs before, but I’ve never shaved.”

She knew some girls in her grade had trimmed their bush, but they were usually the bad girls. She would never do anything like that. Her hair made her feel both more modest and like more of an adult. She liked that she wasn’t a little girl anymore.

The nurse was writing down her answers while the doctor advised her, “Lots of girls style their pubic hair and it is nothing you should be ashamed of, but if you ever do shave be careful of getting ingrown hairs and make sure you wash your skin afterward.”

“Ok, I don’t think I’ll ever want to shave,” she said, but before she finished her statement, she sensed that he was telling her this for a reason and it hit her that she might be made to be bare before the end of her punishment period. Embarrassment seemed to be the goal of TBC and that would definitely humiliate her.

“Ok, Addison, I’m just giving you advice,” he said, “Now I’m about to complete a visual exam of your vulva. I’m going to have to touch it so that I can get a good look at some of the more hidden places.”

The idea of hidden places also scared her. Nobody had ever seen anything between her legs. She didn’t let even her mother see her without underwear since she was . . . maybe eight and that was before she started developing. Her daddy hadn’t seen her in anything less than a bathing suit since she couldn’t even remember. Maybe when she was a toddler. She knew that soon they would be taking her home naked in the back seat and both of them would see everything.

Her fears of the future retreated when she felt his breath on her inner thighs as he had leaned down to get a close look at her vulva. Her stomach dropped as he looked at her bush covered lips for longer than she expected. Was something wrong she wondered?

“Visual exam of closed outer labia is complete. Everything looks healthy. Perineum and anus appear healthy,” he announced, “Now I’m going to gently open you labia, Addison, so I can see the anatomy under them.”

He didn’t wait for permission, and she sucked in breath as he gripped a lip in each of his hands between a thumb and forefinger and pulled them towards him and apart. She expected it to hurt, he was pulling her lips, after all, but it wasn’t too bad. Instead, it was a sickening feeling of embarrassment as she felt his breath in her most private place.

She trembled as he looked and spoke, “Labia majora appear healthy, labia minora appear healthy, no adhesions visible, normal excretions are visible, excretions appear clear.”

With his thumb he touched her clitoral hood and pushed it up, “Clitoris and clitoral hood appear healthy.”

She squeaked when he touched her and trembled. She didn’t quite know what he had just touched but it was a sensation she’d never had before, and she didn’t like it. It was much more sensitive than anything else he had yet touched, even her nipples.

“I’m going to open the lower parts of your labia now to visualize you vaginal opening and confirm the presence of your hymen. Don’t worry, I’m not going to touch anything inside you.”

Too scared to protest and knowing that she couldn’t do anything to prevent him anyway, Addison felt herself follow red as the doctor used his fingers to reveal her most private hole.

“Hmm, alright,” the doctor muttered before announcing, “Crescentic hymen is present with anterior opening of normal size. Thickness indicates appropriate levels of estrogenization. No evidence of damage.”

Addison sucked in breath as the man spoke. It scared her to have Dr. Herman talk about her like that. She didn’t really know what a hymen was since her mother had never talked about anything like that with her. However, she guessed that it was important that she had one. As she decoded the doctor’s words, she was relieved that everything seemed normal and healthy.

“Ok,” the doctor said, “Everything looks healthy so you have nothing to worry about. Since your hymen is present, I’m not going to perform an internal exam of your vagina. Have you noticed anything about your privates that worries you, Addison?”

The teenager couldn’t think of anything so she shook her head, “No. No problems.”

“Great. Are you sure? This is a good opportunity to learn things about your body.”

“No, it’s ok,” Addison assured him, hoping that soon she could close her legs. Her stomach sank, though, as she realized that she should just get used to it. No clothes for six weeks. This was going to be terrible.

“Ok, then I am going to certify your genitals as healthy and able to take every punishment up to class three. Now I’m going to very quickly take some measurements and then I will get you out of here, ok?”

Addison could only nod as the doctor stepped away from her open crotch and collected his equipment. He returned with a metal caliper and quickly got to work.

At the bottom of the table, Addison saw Dr Herman approach her crotch with a caliper and bend over to begin the cataloging of her feminine anatomy. Two rubber covered points touched her lips. In a moment the doctor adjusted them and read out the results, “Right labia majora 61mm.”

Quickly he measured her left outer lip (also 61mm) and he, without any warning or preamble, opened her folds and began to measure her labia minora. First, he measured from her clitoral hood to just below her opening where her inner lips came together and then he measured the width of her labia minora. “Right labia minora length 54mm and width 9mm. Left labia minora 54mm by 10mm.”

Addison’s stomach sank as he measured her. She had no idea if this was all normal or was he discovering that she was a freak? This was America. She didn’t even know metric. How big even was 50mm? The teenager had no clue.

Dr Herman then opened her inner lips to again examine what was between. She shifted as his thumb lifted up her hood and he measured her clit. The rubber tips of the caliper squeezed her most sensitive bit twice making her wince and then he spoke, “Clitoris length 4mm and clitoris width 3mm.”

Addison was so embarrassed as he touched her so intimately and so coldly. She knew that she was probably going to have to get used to it. For the next six weeks she didn’t completely own her body. She got no say in who got to see it and in many cases who got to touch it and how. The idea of visiting the punishment center was terrifying and she could only guess what was to happen to her, but she knew it wouldn’t be good.

The doctor was still measuring and said the next result, “Clitoris to urethra 23mm.”

Addison wondered why this was so important and then sucked in breath has his fingers approached her virgin opening. The doctor measured its diameter and spoke, “Introitus diameter is 24mm. Forgoing determination of vaginal depth because of the presence of her hymen.”

Then the caliper moved down and measured the distance between her vagina and the center of her small, bottom hole, “Perineum length is 17mm.”

Addison released her breath as the doctor stepped away, “There all done, Addison. Was that ok?”

“Um, I guess,” Addison said, not knowing what else she could say. She didn’t feel like she was really allowed to complain under the circumstances.

“Good, do you have any questions?”

Addison shook her head in the negative. Hopefully she was done, and she could go home. Really, she wanted to get dressed and go home but that wasn’t an option.

“Ok. I believe your parents are here. I’m going to call them in,” he said as he left the room.

For a minute before they returned, Addison sat on the edge of the table with her arms wrapped around her chest. It was a little cold in the room but mostly her stomach sank at the idea of her dad seeing her naked.

When the doctor and her parents, dressed in their nice clothes since they were in court, returned she felt so small. Her mother rarely saw her naked and she couldn’t remember the last time he had seen her nude. She had to guess she was three or four, definitely before puberty began to transform her body to what it was now.

Even now, naked, but with her crossed arms and legs hiding her important bits, she felt small under his gaze. Not just was he a man, Dr. Herman was too, but he was also her dad and that made it much weirder. She knew that men . . . liked or were supposed to enjoy seeing naked girls and it was gross that her dad got to see her like that.

Her parents stood next to her, her mother touching the small of her back in a soothing way that made Addison bristle as it was against bare skin.

“Ok,” the doctor started, “Everything I saw today was good news. Your daughter is very healthy, and her sexual development is progressing on schedule. I did not complete an internal exam today, however, because she does have an intact hymen.”

“Good,” her father interrupted.

“Bill . . . listen to the doctor,” her mom said.

“I know. I’m just glad she’ll lose it because of what she did rather than an accident,” her dad said.

Addison shifted uncomfortably. She still wasn’t quite sure what her hymen was, but she knew it was important and she had just learned she was going to lose it as part of her punishment.

“Yes of course but it would be normal if she didn’t, however, once it has been removed. I would suggest bringing her in for another exam. That is, of course, totally optional,” the doctor explained.

“Of course, I’ll make an appointment for after her first visit to the center,” her mom said.

“Great, it’s always good to be proactive with your daughters health and it’s very helpful for us to be able to take measurements that I couldn’t take today,” the doctor explained.

“Of course, doctor,” her mom said.

Addison frowned at the idea of returning to being under the doctor’s hands and apparently something even more embarrassing was going to happen to her during the next exam. She was sure it was going to do with her vagina. Was he going to be inside her, she thought? That was going to be terrible.

“Anyway, like I said, everything is healthy. I’ve certified her as both breast Tanner IV and Pubic Hair Tanner IV which is very normal for age fourteen. I would expect her to be done with development in about a year. Although there is no scale to measure her genital development, in my professional opinion she is also developing normal in that department. As such the punishment center will be able to choose from punishments up to class three.”

“Yes, the judge explained that to us but we want it to be a surprise to her,” Addison’s mom said.

“Of course, I will say no more about that then. However, you should have no worries about her sustaining any permanent damage except well as you’ve already mentioned the tearing of her hymen,” Dr Herman continued, “Do you have anymore questions for me?”

“No, I think I’m good,” her mother said, looking at her husband.

“I am as well,” her dad confirmed.

“Ok, then I will give you this. It is a copy of her anatomical measurement that I took today.

“Thank you, doctor,” her mother answered.

“I will leave her to you. She was a very calm patient, and you should be proud of her good manners. Nice to meet you Addison. I will see you next week then.”

Her mother tapped her on the back, snapping the adolescent out of a stupor, “Th-thank you doctor. See you next week.”

The doctor shook her parents’ hands and, with the nurse, left the room.

“Well, at least you were polite,” her mother said, “I hope you’re starting to learn your lesson you have a lot of time left.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Addison said, knowing that formality was the right call with her parents.

Her mother bent over and collected Addison’s clothes from the floor, “Ok, put your sandals on and let’s go. We have a lot to talk about when we get home.”

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