‘Now, hop up on the table like a good girl Jessica. There you go!” prompted the nurse, as Jessica seated herself atop the cold medical examination table under the harsh lights. Then, the matronly woman went through a series of question and answer tests while having Jess open wide, hold her breath, have her entire body gently poked and prodded, reflexes checked, chest fondled and more.
Not sure if she can trust her at first, Jessica warms up to the kindly older woman, and tries to explain her situation to her, telling her all about “that crazy bitch Mrs. Madderson, and how she should be brought up on charges for the way she treats girls in her care! Not to mention the nun on the busride home, Sister Beatrice! I bet she’s a dyke!”, Jess even goes so far as to say to the kindly nurse doing her examination.
“There’s a good girl!” enthuses the nurse as she coaxes Jessica over onto knees and elbows in a crouching position atop the table, and proceeds to probe her still pink ass cheeks and pokes a vaseline-dipped rubber-tipped finger into her tight little anus before inserting a thermometer up her butt, telling her to hold it in for a while.
“I just hope that we can get to the bottom of this whole misunderstanding soon, you know?”, Jess says, her head facing down at the floor while the nurse diddles around behind her, unexpectedly touching her toes, causing jess to flinch, or touching her back with some cold metal instrument.
Then, who should come through the door but Mrs. Madderson and Sister Beatrice, who glares down at Jessica, “So, Mrs. Madderson is a “crazy bitch” and I am a “dyke”, is that it, you rotten little brat?”.
Jessica's ass clenches tightly when the two women enter, and she has a small ‘accident’, nervously peeing a few drops onto the sterile replaceable examination paper atop the medical table. The nurse unexpectedly slides the thermometer out of her bottom a moment later, which causes Jessica to let loose, peeing a warm stream which goes mostly all down her backside and feet before dripping under and off the table.
Jessica was now shivering with abject embarrassment. How would anyone believe she wasn't a mere child if she couldn't even control her basic bodily functions?
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