Page 2 of Serving Her Sentence
“Hello, Miss White,” he said, coming forward to take her hand and draw her farther into the room. The guard closed the door and remained outside, she saw when she glanced over her shoulder. The woman, however, moved to one of the counters with a sink and washed her hands. “I'm Dr. Blaine. Nurse Stacey and I will give you an exam, then preparing you for your auction today. Of course, the prospective buyers will be observing your preparation via cameras located throughout the room,” he said cheerfully, waving his finger around to indicate the watching eyes. His tone was so normal, Noelle almost didn't realize what he was saying.
“You mean... they're... they're already watching?” she asked, practically stuttering and feeling very exposed. There were eyes on her—she had no way of knowing how many—from the men and women who were going to bid on her. Something deep in her body clenched tight—it was more than nervousness, maybe even fear.She tightened her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering.
“Oh, yes,” Dr. Blaine said cheerfully. “Now strip, please.”
The casual order came quickly after the revelation of their audience, while Noelle was still frozen and realizing the implications. The smile on Dr. Blaine's face slipped, and he gave her a stern look when she didn’t move.
“All the way down, Miss White,” he said, his tone quite different from before. “Believe me, this is the least of what your new duties will involve. Unless you've changed your mind?”
Noelle knew she would be given multiple opportunities to adjust her sentence before the transaction actually occurred. It was part of the law surrounding these kinds of sentences to prevent anyone from claiming they were unwilling. Biting the inside of her cheek, Noelle shook her head.
It’s just a year. You can’t even see the cameras or the audience—just pretend there’s no one watching…
Maybe there are only a few people watching…
I just wish he hadn’t told me.
As she stripped down, her skin tingled as if she could actually feel all those unseen eyes. The prison pants and shirt she wore were utilitarian, as were her undergarments. Noelle shucked off her shoes, then pulled off her shirt before pausing and looking around, trying to figure out what to do with it. She held it against her chest, grateful for those few extra moments of coverage.
“Here, I'll take those,” Nurse Stacey said, suddenly appearing beside Noelle. Her stern features remained expressionless as Noelle silently handed her each garment.A flush grew in her cheeks as she took off her pants and had nothing left but her bra and underwear.
No one’s watching, no one’s watching, this is just a normal doctor’s visit…
She felt tears pricking the backs of her eyes as she took off her bra, her shoulders hunching forward as she tried to cover herself. Bending forward, she swallowed hard as she made herself take down her panties and hand them to Nurse Stacey. The woman took them, her blank expression formidable and not at all comforting.
Completely naked, Noelle found herself looking around for the cameras, wondering where they were. She slid her arms in front of her, shifting them as she tried to cover her nakedness, knowing she was failing miserably. Her nipples had hardened to little points, even though she pressed her arms against them for warmth and modesty.
Dr. Blaine had her sit on the table, the leather cold against her flesh but warming fairly quickly. Unlike a normal exam, she wasn't given anything to cover herself and couldn't stop looking around the room to try to figure out where the cameras were.Her thighs pressed tightly together to keep from showing anything she didn’t have to, and her arms remained wrapped around her chest until Dr. Blaine had her drop them, so he could listen to her breathing.
The exam began normal enough. He took her blood pressure and checked her pulse, listened to her heart and lungs as she breathed deeply, then checked her eyes and ears. After each part of the exam, he loudly announced his findings for Nurse Stacey to jot down. Noelle assumed it was also for the benefit of listening ears, which only made her more anxious. She could feel their eyes on her, making her skin tingle and—disturbingly—her nipples harden.
It’s just the chill in the room. Try not to think about it.
Of course, the more she tried not to think about it…
She gasped when Dr. Blaine touched her breasts, cupping each of them and squeezing firmly.
“Firm breasts,” he said in the same tone he'd announced her blood pressure. “No implants.” His fingers pinched her hard nipples, and she squealed in surprise, her hands coming up to his wrists to pull him away.
“Hands down,” he barked sternly, glaring at her.
Noelle gaped at him, then slowly dropped her hands away. Biting her lip, tears pricked the backs of her eyes. Not in pain, but embarrassment and humiliation at what she’d agreed to. She’d literally signed up for this. Someone was going to buy her to perform sexual services, so she needed to get used to being manhandled, even if it made her cringe. Dr. Blaine nodded approvingly.
“Good girl. Now keep your hands by your side, or we'll have to restrain you.”
Surprisingly, a wash of warmth had swept through her at the praise... followed by a shiver as her inner muscles clenched at the idea of being restrained, even more at the doctor's mercy than she already was.A clench of fear, of course. That’s what she told herself.
She let out a little whine as his fingers slowly tightened on her tender buds, increasing the pressure of his pinch. It was a struggle not to move her hands, and she found herself arching forward to try to relieve the pressure. Of course, the change in position did nothing to lessen the stinging burn, just made her look slightly obscene, yet she couldn't bring herself to pull away.Thatwould really hurt.
With a nod, Dr. Blaine released her, and Noelle slumped back, her arms automatically going over her breasts. He didn't scold her, just continued to dictate his notes to Nurse Stacey, making Noelle turn bright red at the cold, clinical description.
“Nipples are plump and sensitive, clamps and other toys should cause no problem. A higher tolerance for pain than I'd expected, which should please some of the buyers. Lie back, please, Miss White.”
Blinking, it took Noelle a moment to realize he was addressing her again.
Since he hadn't told her to move her arms away from her breasts, she kept them crossed over her chest. Her nipples were still tightly budded and felt more sensitive than ever, throbbing against the pressure of her forearms. Once she was lying back against the table, her legs hanging off the end, Dr. Blaine grabbed her ankle and pulled it to the side, settling her heel into the stirrup.
Staring straight up at the ceiling, Noelle tried not to think about how exposed she was as he did the same with her other ankle. Was it just her imagination, or did the stirrups have her spread wider than a normalgynecologistwould?