My Shame Pt 03

After a few minutes, the door opened and the doctor and her medical assistant walked in. Now there were four completely clothed women witnessing my total nakedness.

"Hi ladies," The doctor addressed the guards first, ignoring the shackled, stark naked prisoner in the room.

"What do we have here?"

The doctor was about my age. She was thin, and had shoulder length straight hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. She wore a tight white turtleneck sweater and a black skirt the went below the knees. She covered it with a long white lab coat and a stethoscope. Very professional. I felt even more naked as I was displayed before her. Her medical assistant looked about 18. She wore blue scrubs, carried a tablet computer, and looked a bit shocked to see a totally nude male prisoner. Maybe she was new.

The older guard (I still did not know her name) answered, "Hi, Doctor Williams. This is Jason _____. He's 38 years old. He's a sex offender. The pervert masturbated several times in front of a couple of teenaged sisters. Judge threw the book at him. We're gonna make him sorry on Saturday. He gets the maximum cane strokes to the buttocks, PLUS the maximum whip strokes to the back, with 5 genital whip strokes to top it off. Have you ever heard of that much, doc?"

"Whew!" said the doctor. "No I have not. Is that a record? Must have been Judge Barnes. She hates male sex offenders. But I have never heard of her doling out THAT much suffering. And a GENITAL whipping?! Very unusual, but probably she wants to hit the perv where it counts, huh? Whew! We need to do a thorough job here today to prevent any mishaps. Let's get started. Vitals and EKG, please." Mendez handed her some papers which she looked over for a few seconds. "Very good. Get him down off of there and let's get a weight."

The MA pulled a small scale out from under the exam table. "Step on," she commanded. "eighty-eight kilos." She typed on her tablet. "And his height, Carla?" she asked. So that was the older guard's name.

Carla answered, "One point seven five meters. From when we took the mug shots."

"So that puts his BMI into the 'overweight' range," the MA commented.

The doctor then said, "looks like you could stand to lose a few kilograms," as she tapped her hand lightly on my slightly chubby belly. She continued to body shame me. "Your obesity puts you at risk for diabetes and cardiovascular disease. You need to work on willpower. With food AND masturbation! But we are not exactly here for your health, are we?" she smiled. She then noticed my small dick. "Whoa," she said under her breath. "Just don't lose any weight down here. Let's see what we have going on. Rebecca," she glanced at her MA, "...gloves and a measuring tape, please."

As she put on the gloves, she sat down on the rolling exam stool, eye level with my cock. I was still shackled, with hands cuffed behind my back, as the other women shuffled in closer for a better look. It was so embarrassing. "That's certainly not the biggest penis I've ever seen," said the doctor, as she professionally lifted my dick and moved it side to side, examining it. "THIS is what he exposed to those girls?? I would have kept this a big secret," she smiled at the three other women. They all enjoyed a laugh at my expense. She then measured my dick, placing the measuring tape across the top and pressing the end into the fat pad down to my pubic bone. "Wow. So it's not just hidden in the suprapubic fat. He really IS tiny. Just 3.2 cm flaccid length." Rebecca resumed typing. The doctor then pulled and stretched my soft penis until it hurt a bit, and measured again. "Just 5.0 cm fully stretched length. Ideally we would measure the erect penis, but those measurements place him just in the range of having congenital micropenis. He also has fairly small testicles," she said as she rolled them around roughly, "but interestingly, a long, low-hanging scrotum. A 5 cm penis and a 14 cm scrotum. They will think we accidentally reversed those measurements!"

The pain of her harsh examination made me take a small backward step.

"Stand still, prisoner!" shouted Officer Carla. I obeyed and stepped forward for more uncomfortable manipulation of my balls. I felt like livestock at an auction.

"His testicles are roughly the size of a boy at the beginning of puberty. But he has a large low scrotum and a large amount of pubic hair," she said as she grabbed a handful and gave it a slight tug to demonstrate, again as if I were some animal up for auction, and not a human patient. "This still is possibly an endocrine problem, though. Have you ever been seen by an endocrinologist?" she looked up at me, still with a handful of my pubes. She let go thankfully.

"No, ma'am" I answered.

"Well, when this is all over, you probably ought to. It's unlikely they would be able to elicit any increase in the size of your phallus... that's your penis... but there may be ramifications for your overall health." She then turned to the rest of the group. She spoke about me as if I was not even there.

"Men with micropenis are sometimes able to father children, but often only with the help of artificial or in vitro fertilization, since he could barely penetrate a normal woman. Obviously, many of them have difficulty providing sexual pleasure to a partner with traditional 'penis in vagina or anus' sex. Due to their genital inadequacies, they usually need to resort to manual or oral sex to satisfy their partners. Many of them have problems staying in a normal sexual relationship. Has that been your experience, Jason? Have you ever brought a women or man to orgasm with your sex organ alone?"

I was thoroughly humiliated. I gulped and then whispered a lie. "Yes... ma'am."

They all knew I was not being truthful, and Officers Carla and Mendez actually laughed out loud.

"Yeah... OK," said Mendez sarcastically. Doctor Williams chimed in too. "Well I also find that difficult to believe, Jason." She gave my tiny pecker a playful smack as she stood up from the stool and said, "get him over on the table. As interesting as the genital problems are, we need to move on."

The two officers each grabbed one of my upper arms and pulled me to the exam table. Since I was still cuffed and shackled, they half shuffled and half dragged my buck naked ass back up onto the table. The doctor resumed her thorough exam, with the MA at her side, documenting on her tablet. She first ran her gloved fingers through my hair. She then shined a light in my eyes and ears.

"Open wide, stick out your tongue, and don't you dare bite."

I complied. She grabbed my tongue with a piece of gauze in her left hand. The doctor then stuck her gloved right index finger in my mouth, running it all along the inside if my cheeks, then along each of my teeth and my gums. I felt like an animal at an auction, sitting there, chained up, fully naked while my mouth was violated.

"I need to make sure there are no loose teeth or other hazards that he could aspirate if he passes out or that would interfere with the use of the mouth guard," she stated clinically. "Ok now, guards, firmly secure his upper arms for the next part." They each securely gripped my upper arms. Without warning, the doctor jammed her right index and middle fingers way into the back of my throat and held them there for several seconds, casing me to gag and buck violently. After what seemed like an eternity, she pulled her fingers out and released my tongue from the grip of her left hand. I was left red-faced, heaving, drooling, and thoroughly confused.

"Excellent gag reflex. That is important if he faints. Helps to prevent aspiration. And he has plenty of room back there if our medical personnel need to place an endotracheal tube."

She then used her stethoscope to listen to my chest for a few minutes. She ran her hands over my chest and clinically squeezed and palpated each of my nipples. They became erect.

"Chest seems fine to take the strikes of the whip, although if his prominent nipples take a strike, they will likely be bloodied. OK, now lay him down."

Mendez and Carla then grabbed my arms again and roughly slammed my upper body down on the exam table, face up. I reflexively swung my legs up onto the table. Doctor Williams proceeded to examine my abdomen. It was very uncomfortable, lying there stark naked on my cuffed hands while she mashed on my internal organs.

"Everything seems OK here." She rudely body shamed me again by grabbing a handful of my small amount of belly fat and jiggling it. "This extra cushion of fat will help protect the internal organs from damage from the whip strikes. OK, now stand up and face the exam table."

After I was standing, she ran her hands over my back. "Back is in normal condition. But there will more than likely be some deeper tissue damage from this serious lashing. I am fearful that forty strokes with the three-tailed whip will cause significant, deep skin lacerations. Some may need suturing. We need to be careful in our preparations on the day of punishment to thoroughly cleanse and disinfect his skin to prevent infection. And we may need to place an IV if there is significant blood loss."

Lacerations? Blood loss? I nearly fainted, but the guards held me up.

"Yeah, Jason, you really are going to suffer. This is not going to be a picnic for you," said Carla, cruelly.

The doctor then ran her hands over my backside. "Ample fat on his buttocks. Again, this will provide some protection. But 18 strokes with the heavy adult cane! My medical opinion is that they will need to be spread out over the buttocks and thighs. If they are all on the buttocks, there will be too many strokes in the same places. Significant tissue damage may result." She stood there in thought for a few seconds, hand on her chin. "I will recommend 12 strokes to the buttocks and 6 to the thighs. It will spread out the pain, but it is safer. He will probably not sit without suffering for a month, and will likely have permanent scarring and pigment change. But marking him as a sex offender for life is likely what the judge intended. Ok. Bend over."

The two guards did not allow me to react. Before I knew what was happening, they had slammed my torso down onto the exam table, my face smashed into the thin vinyl mattress. They stood on either side of me, gripping my upper arms and holding me in place. I heard the doctor putting on exam gloves. She then put a headlamp on and spread my buttocks widely, exposing my hairy anus to the room. I felt cool air on my butthole, a strange sensation in a room full of other decently clothed people.

"Lube," the doctor commanded as she examined my most intimate area. The MA held up the tube of lube. Before she took it, the doctor felt the need to comment. "Well, we have a rather unkempt, hirsute anus, free of fissures or lesions other than some external hemorrhoids. Hemorrhoids are likely exacerbated by repeated, compulsive anal penetration." She then released my buttocks and applied lube to her entire right hand. "Some of these sexual offenders have very patulous anuses. They seem to prefer assplay with large buttplugs and or strap ons. Likely making up for other inadequacies," she explained. "And so I sometimes need to use several fingers or even my whole hand to examine their rectums."

"No. Please." I moaned into the mattress while I involuntarily struggled a bit.

"You. Keep. Still!" commanded Mendez while she mashed my face into the mattress with a firm hand to the back of my head. I obeyed.

Carla commented, "Well this one likes to stick toys up there while he exposes himself to minors, so he might also be a bit loose!" She chuckled.

"Interesting. Thought so. Quite the sexual deviant, aren't you, Jason?" commented Doctor Williams. Without warning, I felt a cold small finger enter my anus. She then started twisting the finger around, pushing on the walls of my rectum. "I think you're right Carla, he is a bit loose. You really like your assplay, huh, Jason?" she smiled as she mockingly slapped my buttock with her free hand. "I am going to need to insert more fingers to get a proper exam." With that, I felt my anus stretching and burning a bit as she put her index and middle finger inside of me. She abruptly pulled them out, but then inserted three fingers. This was now downright painful.

"Mmmph!" I grunted into the mattress, my head still pinned there by Mendez.

"Ok. There we go. now I can get a proper exam. Rebecca, please note that the offender has a rather loose anus, easily fitting three gloved fingers."

'Easily?', I thought, as my asshole burned from her stretching.

"Thought so," murmured Carla.

"The interior rectal walls are smooth and normal." She then spent an inordinate amount of time twisting and flexing her fingers inside me. I felt like her personal hand puppet. "I will now examine the prostate," the doc announced. She turned her hand (three fingers still inside me) to face palm down, and started pressing forward and down. I felt a sudden urge to cum and urinate at the same time, recognizing that she had found my walnut.

"Ok. There it is. Normal size and smooth. Good."

My penis started to stir. I felt an erection coming on. The doctor noticed and stated, "I am now massaging the prostate. For some men, this is sexually stimulating. It seems to be arousing for Jason, as I predicted."

She continued to massage and I became very hard, extending to my full, pathetic, 5.5 cm length.

"Ok now, everyone look at our prisoner's fully erect penis." She told me to stand up. The guards released their grip on my arms. As I stood up, she left her three fingers inside and continued to stimulate me.

"That is sad," said the MA, shaking her head. I correctly assumed she was referring to my penis size again. I moaned quietly and let out a slight sigh. I stood there, naked, hands cuffed behind me while Doctor Williams inadvertently pleasured me from the inside. My eyes rolled back.

"Isn't it?" replied the doctor. "But I want you to notice how sexually aroused he becomes from stimulating the prostate alone. If I were to continue, he would probably have a 'prostate orgasm,' releasing prostatic fluid and semen without the least bit of penile stimulation. Prostate stimulation also causes release of oxytocin, the 'love' hormone, from the posterior pituitary gland. It makes him less aggressive and more servile." I involuntarily started to gently rock my hips. After about a minute of this, she removed her fingers from my rectum, leaving me with a gaping void. I let out a tiny sigh of disappointment. "That's enough. We are here to punish him, not to make him fall in love with me." She threw her gloves in the trash. "OK. We are finished here. My examination report will be sent to the warden. Sorry, Jason, but you are fit enough to receive the full punishment." She then turned to the guards. "Just have the crash cart ready, and do a thorough job cleansing the skin before you tear it open."

I was left standing there, utterly naked, hands and feet in shackles, with a slowly deflating tiny boner. The medical personnel left, and I was alone with the two guards. I thought they would finally get me a prison uniform or gown or something, but they just started cleaning up the room and doing paperwork while I shivered in the nude. When they were finished, Mendez grabbed my arm and started leading me toward the door to the lobby. As I was still unclothed, I stopped and said, "don't I get a uniform or something?" I obviously would not be taken into this public reception area while still naked, would I?

Mendez stopped and explained. "Just because the warden wanted you here two days early doesn't mean you get any special treatment. If you were a male getting just a back whipping, you would get prison scrub pants and no shirt. If you were just getting caned, you would get a prison hospital gown that opens over the buttocks. If you were under 21 years old, you would get a scrub shirt and pants, as it is illegal to strip anyone of that age naked for a corporal punishment - they get punished over the clothes. But you are an adult getting it on your bare buttocks, your bare torso, and your sex organs. You must therefore remain completely naked until your sentence is carried out!"

I looked at Carla for help. She confirmed. "She's right, asshole. The only uniform at the Women's Punishment Center is the uniform you get your punishment in. It's the Center's regulations. And unfortunately for you, that uniform is your birthday suit. Now get moving!"

Mendez pushed open the door to the lobby and half dragged me out, completely nude save for my restraints. My legs were still shackled, so I could only take tiny steps. This seemed to piss her off. Thankfully the lobby was still empty other than the receptionist, who choked a little on her coffee when she saw a fully naked male being shuffled into her waiting area.

Mendez saw her reaction and explained, "Yeah. This one's gotta be fully nude. He's getting it on the ass, trunk, and junk, so no prison clothes at all... Regulations."

"But we have two other minors coming in for caning," the receptionist stated.

"Yeah? So?"

"Just sayin'. Those girls and their chaperones are gonna be in for an eyeful."

Mendez ignored her. She shoved me toward the end of the backless metal bench that was bolted in the middle of the room, and commanded me to stand still. I obeyed. She took off the chain that connected my hands to my feet, then knocked me in the back of the knees so that my butt fell down onto the bench. She then reconnected my ankle shackles underneath the bench and back up to my hand cuffs, so that I was chained to the bench. But she used a very short length of chain, so she effectively pulled my feet and ankles underneath the bench, just 30 cm below where they attached to my handcuffs. I was now almost in a kneeling position with my butt teetering on the edge of the seat. It was very uncomfortable, but that was probably the little sadist's point.

"Relax here a while, asshole," she mocked. "We'll walk you to your cell when the other prisoners are all set." Then, for no reason other than her own cruelty, she gave me a full-force, open handed slap to the face that left my ears ringing. "That's for getting a boner back there, perv!" She then sauntered back into the exam room.

End Part 3

Continued in My Shame, Part 4...