Doctors And NursesI was actually a good girl, always wanting to be good so that my parents, and everyone else in authority, were pleased with me. I liked the feeling of pleasing others, it made me feel good.
However, I did have one naughty secret that only a few knew about. I remember visiting my cousin Emily on a few occasions. She was a year older than me, and there was a group of her friends, boys as well as girls, and we played a kind of "you show me yours and I show you mine" sessions. I found it quite difficult to understand why I was so excited by showing my naughty bits as others looked at me. It made me feel very humiliated but also very excited and aroused by it all. I knew it was bad and I was being bad but this was the one wicked thing I had ever done. We played this in a tent at the bottom of the garden and as I was the youngest they made me show them first and I gave in and I had to take all my clothes off first and stay like that whilst others showed too.
The next time I saw her was a year later and the sessions turned onto playing ‘Doctors and Nurses’ with just my cousin and two boys, Terry and John. Again, because I was the youngest I was never allowed to be anything other than the patient. I was very aware that the excitement I felt was sexual. I would have to undress and display myself to be examined on Emily’s single bed. My **** were more prominent this time and I had thin hair around my slit. I was touched and probed by their fingers whilst they held me down and spread without any consideration to how humiliated I felt. They even used scarves and ties and things to tie me to the corners of the bed so they didn’t have to hold me all the time. The boys initially thought I was peeing myself but Emily told them that girls got wet when aroused like they got hard. This made me acutely embarrassed to have them know I being turned on by having to expose myself and having to accept their hands on me and their fingers in me. I remembered laying spread out and getting very wet when Emily got their ***** out and wanked them until they came. Even with them at other times, at the ice cream shop or just sitting in the park they would ask me if my slit was getting wet again and I would blush and feel myself get aroused. The excitement and humiliation just seemed to go together naturally.
After that I never visited Emily again as her mother left her dad and they moved away. I never forget those few times though, especially at night in bed when I secretly touched myself. I was a ‘good girl’ otherwise.