LEARNING THE FACTS OF LIFE
He settled on having Beverly Connelly be that person. Now Dr. Connelly was a
well known gynecologist with a successful practice. The Doctor is also a close
family friend and her husband a good golfing buddy of my father. I had met Dr.
Connelly before, possible she was my mother's doctor but I don't really know.
Well my father tells me one day that he has made an appointment with her for me
and that she had some things to talk to me about, special things that are for
women only and other things that he felt she would be better able to explain to
me. He told me not to worry, that I wasn't sick and that he would wait for me
in the outer office. I don't believe that he EVER intended or knew what we did
together or what she was going to teach me and he was just trying to provide me
with information a mother would normally take care of.
The Doctor was in her early 40's, I never have found out her age, she's 5-5
and dressed as you'd expect, conservative skirt and blouse, low heels and white
lab coat with her hair up in a bun at the nap of her neck. At the time I
didn't consider her looks but so you know she was an attractive women, slim with
a look of sophistication in her dress and actions. Her makeup and cloths were
well done and her manner professional, in fact the whole aura about her was on
of competence and authority. She had a nice figure, obviously by that age she
was working a bit harder to keep it trim and fit.
She greeted my father warmly pecking him on the cheek and welcomed me to her
office. I was a bit nervous, it smelled like a doctor's office and that
generally meant shots and such so I wasn't the happiest child, but smiled
politely and shook her hand. She had my father wait in outer office and then
led me to her private one.
She sat on the couch next to me and very carefully explained that what we talked
about and did was just between us, that it was special and that I was a very
lucky young lady to have a father that was good enough to look after my well
being so nicely. Then she went on to explain that I was not to be embarrassed
about what we discussed (I had no idea what I was supposed to be embarrassed
about so that went over my head) and that if my mother was alive she would be
discussing these things with me.
The Doctor then went on and for about an hour and lectured in very good detail
exactly what changes were going to take place in my body during puberty. Now I
wasn't even aware of what puberty was until that moment but I had noticed the
bumps on my chest growing and had been made to wear a bra told not to go without
a shirt on anymore but prior to this I really thought it was just something Mrs.
Walters wanted.
Now I wasn't stupid, I noticed women and men looked different, dressed different
and was quite aware of the fact that when I played golf or tennis and beat boys
they didn't take it the same was as they did when there male friends did. I
just never really connected the bulges in women's chests with something that was
going to happen to me.
Actually, except for the fact that she was a child molester, which I really
didn't appreciate until many years later, the information she provided was very
good and I think all girls should be told these things in the detail and
clinical way she did. She explained to me about menstruation, how the egg
travels down, the reason for it and the bleeding once a month. The difference
between men and women and how the egg is fertilized. In general an interesting
and informative explanation for the changes taking place during puberty, a
general description of how sex is performed and babies created and delivered.
All of it sounded pretty interesting except the way the baby was delivered which
amazed me that it could come out from between my legs
After our conversation she invited my father in to the office and then I WAS
embarrassed because I now knew that he knew what we talked about. Isn't
knowledge a wonderful thing, an hour before I was a naive little girl and now
with a bit of knowledge I was red faced just because my father entered the room
and I KNEW what he looked like without cloths on.
My father sat down with us and then told me that there were other things that
Dr. Connally and he had discussed about me and that I would be spending more
time with her from now on. My thoughts at this time were , "great I get to sit
in a doctor's office and listen to this women, oh this is going to be fun".
Usually once or twice a month Mrs. Walter's would babysit me when my father went
out and if he was traveling on business the Walter's would stay at our house and
look after me. I was now informed that from now on I would stay with the Doctor
during these times. This would give her time to take me shopping to buy "women"
things (i.e. such as nice dresses, bras, panties, panty hose, shoes, makeup and
tampons when I started needing them).
All this was pretty natural and went well for several months and then I started
to have my periods. Ms. Bess (what the doctor had me call her instead of Dr.)
was fun to be with and my initial thoughts were forgotten and given I didn't
have a mother it was nice. One day I was dropped off at her office by my father
late on a Friday to spend the weekend with her (I later figured out that the
weekends my father was gone was when he dated and could spend time with lady
friends, I actually never met any of them until I was in college and my father
was a bit embarrassed when I confessed to him that by the age of 15 I knew why
he was away on weekends).
This day after her nurse left she explained to me that it was time again to
learn some "special" things since I started to menstruate. She took me to an
examination room and had me undress and get on the table, given I was tall for
my age I actually did fit it. I was REALLY embarrassed and must of been beet
red laying there naked and covering my privates. She told me to lie back, not
to be ashamed of my nakedness as she smoothed the hair back on my head and told
me that instead of pictures she was going to show and explain to me about my
body and perform an examination that women need to have done to them.
She took it slow, telling me the purpose of my breasts (at 13 they were shaping
up nicely a large A cup by then) and nipples, softly tweaking each one making
them hard explaining how and why they harden. Then she had me slide down the
table on put my feet in the stirrups (god you feel open and helpless, your legs
spread wide apart) and positioned a large mirror so I could see what she was
doing.
She carefully and slowly touched the outer lips, then gently spread them apart
so I could see the inner ones and the soft pink flesh of my vagina, of course
she told me the proper names for each of my parts. Then she started to touch
the place just at the top of the slit, massaging it gently exposing the tiny bud
of my clit which she touched and rubbed which felt REALLY good. I remember
laying there watching the mirror and watching her fingers and trying to keep my
hips still as she fondled me.
Then I saw her bend forward her head blocking my view and felt the soft touch of
her tongue on me and my hips jumped forward and I bumped her nose fairly hard.
She sat up smiling, her soft fingers caressing the tender skin of my inner
thighs, then started kissing them softly. I was starting to breath harder and
feeling this wonderful tingling between my legs and I was pushing my hips up and
forward so she would touch me there again.
She got up and took a belt from a drawer under the table and strapped it across
my me just above my hips securing my lower body so it couldn't move, then used
two smaller ones to secure my feet to the stirrups. She moved to my head,
kissing my lips, my tiny soft breasts and now hard and sensitive nipples,
whispering into my ear that she was going to teach me some new "special" things
but wanted me to lay still. She then used another leather strap to fasten my
hands to the head of the table.
After that she started softly touching me, first with her fingers, running them
along my body, sometimes tickling me but most of the time arousing me and
filling me with new and exhilarating feelings. Then she took out a long feather
and used it along my sides, breasts, stomach and across my open pussy lips, up
and down each thigh and even between my ass cheeks across the tiny brown hole of
my ass, gently moving it across my body including my toes. Then Ms. Bess went
back down on me, kissing my pussy, licking my clit and even brushing her tongue
softly against my butt hole and in general doing a VERY good job of bringing a
13 year old girl to several hard loud orgasms. I bucked and strained against
the straps, turning and tossing the best I could with the restraints holding me
fast. As my first orgasm rushed upon me I felt it move across my pelvic area,
up across my stomach and cried out in this new found pleasure.
I know now and actually I think I knew then that this wasn't exactly what she
was supposed to be teaching me but it did feel so very good. Actually I started
to enjoy being on the table exposed that way, and still do today.
She released the straps from me, kissing me all over, touching me softly and in
general enjoying me as I lay there recovering from the orgasms and generally
enjoying the after effects of them. She brushed back the sweat matted hair
from my forehead then told me that I still needed to be taught some additional
things and did I want to learn them now, well of course I did, so she had me get
down off the table and kneel on the floor in front of an empty chair.
She undressed in front of me carefully placing her cloths on a chair. I was
fascinated by her large breasts and nipples and the dark brown nest of hair
covering her pubis which was in stark contrast to my very fine light brown hair
that has started to grow on me. Her breasts seemed huge to me but were in fact
c cup size, but her nipples were extremely large her aureoles a dark brown and
as large as silver dollars.
She sat in the chair spreading her thighs apart and had me scoot forward
between her splayed legs then reached down and gently spread her lips apart and
I gazed for the first time into that intimate part of her body. The lips were
darker then mine and the inside was opened up more, so I could see inside the
dark pink channel which already had a sheen from her arousal. Miss Bess then
said it was time to see if I remembered my lessons.
"Now Patricia, what is this called", pointing to her outer lips.
I was staring at her open pussy trying to understand all that was going on.
Kneeling on the cold tile floor I reached down and slowly stroked my wet slit.
To be honest I wasn't paying a great deal of attention to her and my mind was
not focusing on the lessons she had so patiently given to me on anatomy.
Grabbing my hair and jerking my head up to look at her "Patricia, you will
answer me or be punished".
I mumbled something about lips but really couldn't remember the proper name at
that moment, kneeling on the cold floor, naked with my hair and head being
pulled painfully back and staring into Miss Bess's face that didn't seem so
soft and kindly at the moment. I felt a tear start to roll down my cheek.
"No crying Miss, stand up, rest your forehead on the table and arms out from
your body palms up resting on the table top also, legs together, MOVE MISS".
I jumped up taking the position she told me to and waited, shaking a bit and
watching my tears fall to the cold tile floor.
"Now Patricia, I have spent time explaining you specific things, and I expect
you to remember them, your an intelligent young girl, and I will be teaching you
many things that are secret things between special friends. But I do expect and
DEMAND that you pay attention and LEARN. When you don't you will be punished,
do you understand little lady".
Trying to keep the trembling out of my voice I replied "Yes Miss Bess". You
have to remember that my father never had punished me so I wasn't really sure
what to expect but knew that I wouldn't like it.
I felt her hand softly caressing my ass and thighs, "Well since this is your
first error it will only be 10 on your bare ass and thighs, and only with my
hand".
"You will count each one young lady, thanking me for each one, do you
understand".
My body was starting to tremble, it was hard keeping the position with only my
forehead to support myself and the position of my arms being most uncomfortable
since they were somewhat V shaped to get the tips of my fingernails of my
upturned hands to rest on the table and my shoulders were already starting to
ache from the strain of the unnatural position. "Yes Miss Bess".
"Good then I'll start", and with that I received my first punishment, ten on my
butt and thighs which turned them a nice pink, and stung quite a bit. By the
time Miss Bess was done I was crying hard and my arms had moved to help support
my body better. It wasn't the pain of the spanking making me cry, it was that I
had made Miss Bess angry and let her down being that she had spent so much time
teaching me.
"Now back down on your knees Patricia"
Sitting on my hunches, the skin of my butt feeling warm and prickly I looked up
again at Miss Bess. She was smiling now, her soft caring face returning a large
smile at me as she reached down and dried my eyes.
"Now Patricia, you'll be a good girl and remember what your taught and the nice
things I did to you will be done again, but if you are not good then there are
other things that will be done to you, do you understand Patricia".
Sniffling back more tears I nodded my head yes. The arousal I had felt had
vanished and but I wanted to please Miss Bess very much.
"Good dear", and with that she spread her legs apart and started out again.
Pointing to various parts of her anatomy I told her the name and function as
best as I could remember. I did make some mistakes and each time I did I had
to hold one of my hands out palm up and was given a firm swat with a small ruler
across it. In case you have no practical experience with having your hands
spanked is fairly painful. Then I was told the correct name and function of the
body part and the lesson went on.
When the lesson was done Miss Bess's pussy was wet, and I knew that was her
sexual arousal as she carefully explained it to me, telling me I too got wet
when she was touching me. She gently pulled my head forward, and I kissed her
pussy for the first time. The scent was thick and musky but I enjoyed the
closeness of being near her.
She instructed me on how to lick the outer lips from bottom to top then use the
tip of my tongue to separate them and move down to the bottom. She had me
spread her lips apart, and lick the soft inner lips to the top and then to flick
my tongue across her clit. I continued with my "lesson" for quite some time,
learning to suck her clit gently, to delve into her warm moist vaginal canal
with my tongue and taste her moisture.
She had me put two fingers inside her with my finger tips pointing up to the
roof of her vagina and finger her slowly until I found the little spot inside
her that excited her so much. I continued to finger her and suck and lick at
her clit until my hand and face was shiny and coated with her juices. When Miss
Bess could no longer hold back she had a long rolling orgasm as I continued to
pleasure her.
"Stop.....stop now dear it's fine.............so very fine" as she gently took
my hand and mouth from her pussy.
My hands and face were gooey with her liquid and I had several hairs in my mouth
which I ungraciously spit on the floor and to look for something to wipe my
hands and face with to Miss Bess's displeasure.
"Patricia that is not the proper thing go do", taking my chin in her hand. "You
will lean over young lady and lick that up from my nice clean floor".
My eyes widened as I heard her but her's narrowed so the contest was over before
it began and I leaned forward and pushing out my pink tongue licked up the pubic
hairs I could see. I wanted to tell her that it wasn't all THAT clean since I
could taste a bit of grit as I did as I was told.
"Now Patricia, you clean your fingers with your mouth from all that wonderful
cream I've given you". Now that wasn't so bad because I found the taste of her
to be very nice so I dutifully licked all the nice cream off my hands and
swallowed.
"Very good my precious little girl, that is what you do when you are given a
gift".
With that she pulled me up wiped my face clean and kissed me, working her tongue
inside my mouth. Whispering softly into my ear and hugging me close "now
Patricia did we enjoy our lessons a bit more today". "Oh yes Miss Bess", I
whispered back and I did enjoy it, well at least most of it.
"There are other things to learn Patricia and Miss Bess will teach you, doesn't
that sound enjoyable".
"Yes Miss Bess it does" I replied looking down at the wet spot my tongue had
left on the floor and wondering what other things she had in mind.
With that settled we dressed and went out of the office and I started down a
road that has eventually led me to where this story started.
Miss Bess had a varied and mostly enjoyable curriculum for me even with the
punishments, which could vary from a very mild spanking to being restrained and
a belt or some other form of instrument being used on me to correct my mistakes.
From Miss Bess I learned to provide her pleasures with hours of tonguing and
fucking using my fingers, dildos and vibrators of which she had a large
collection to choose from. My lessons were not limited to just touching and
licking her though.
I learned to receive and give pleasure thru anal intercourse, and to properly
clean myself (i.e. enema's and douche's, Miss Bess did so like to give enema's).
Miss Bess patiently taught me how to pleasure myself as she watched or some
selected friends scrutinized my activity. She prepared me for anal intercourse
slowly by starting with small objects and working up to larger ones as I was
ready and ALWAYS made sure that toys were properly cleaned by me after use.
By the age of 16 I was an accomplished provider of oral services to Miss Bess
and a selected few of her friends. In addition to that skill I was able to get
various sized objects into my rectum after a bit of preparation to which I found
I particularly enjoyed.
Understanding what a virgin was and what an intact hyman meant was one thing but
the actual reason Miss Bess never took it away from me is a mystery I never got
an answer for. She showed me the proper place inside on the upper side of the
vaginal cannel where it is the most sensitive (G spot) and she showed me how
pleasurable it was to touch. She taught me to do my Kegal exercises three times
a day, something I didn't need at the time but still do it to this day, and the
reason for it.
Yet I was forbidden and so was everyone else, to ever penetrate me with
something long enough to break the hyman. Fingers were fine and Miss Bess did
carefully use small objects on me but said that this was for the someone special
I would meet later on in life. So I followed her instructions and came to think
of this little quirk of her's as "the virgin thing".
Unlike other girls my age (and boys I am sure) I was not taught that self
pleasure was wrong, only that it was to be done properly if you were going to
indulge in it. I was not sexually active in junior high or high school as I had
no need to be. Miss Bess was quite firm on the virgin thing and I didn't want
to displease her. Besides, I had sexual satisfaction and the normal impulse of
teenagers to engage in sex didn't tempt me.
