beyond nakedness

  Taking a flashlight out of the drawer, Dr. Congi bent down and looked straight up inside Tami.  Tami could swear she could feel the heat of the light as it crept like a searchlight along her insides.  “Tami, you have a beautiful cervix!” Dr. Congi exclaimed brightly.  Somebody giggled.  Responding to this, she said, “She does!”

Standing up again, Dr. Congi said, “I’d like you all to look at the inside of Tami’s vagina.  Refer to this poster first.  You can easily make out the cervix and the fornix beyond it, which is the end of the vagina.  When you’re done hand the flashlight to the next person.  Take your time.  This is something that you might never get the chance to see again.

“Look at the cervix especially.  Women who have had children have a cervix with a crease in it.  Tami, here, hasn’t had children and her cervix is very smooth.  Looking at the cervix is looking at where life begins.  It’s something, well, sacred.”

Dr. Congi went to the cabinet and brought out a box of latex gloves.  “If you want you can put on a glove and touch Tami’s cervix.  It feels like the end of your nose.  This is more than you need to know for the purposes of this training but, again, this is a special moment which you will probably never experience again.”

Dr. Congi’s words only reinforced the fact that the whole atmosphere in the room had changed.  Something special was happening.  Having Tami opened up for inspection was beyond nakedness, beyond sex.

All except for the naked girl being opened up, of course.  For her it was just another in tonight’s escalating, never-ending series of degradations.  Tami looked down at the nervous students as they took their turns peering into her with a flashlight.  A few of them glanced up at her face.  When Tami made eye contact with someone, knowing they were looking right up inside her, she was pushed into a yet higher intensity of shame.

As it turned out only a few of them opted to put on gloves and touch her cervix.  It was a weird feeling, and Tami felt sensations that she hadn’t ever felt before, not even during sex.  Her body twisted ever so slightly and her toes scrunched up.  Perfect strangers, and girls and guys she’d be passing in the hall and seeing every day, were feeling around inside her in her most private, womanly place.  The speculum shifted against her pussy lips and after a while got a little uncomfortable, but Tami clenched her teeth, looking down at the tops of people’s heads as they bent down into her crotch, and, mindful of the stare of Mr. Ross from the back of the room, toughed it out.  She heaved a sigh of relief when the last student was done and Dr. Congi unlocked the latch on the speculum, closed it and took it out.  It took Tami’s insides a moment to close.  She could see the people staring at her pussy while it still gaped open.  She hoped she hadn’t been all stretched out inside for good.

Next, Dr. Congi showed the students a diaphragm and how to put spermicide inside it.  She squeezed it together and stood to one side as she demonstrated inserting it into Tami.  Everyone looked closely, fascinated, watching the naked girl inhale suddenly as her pussy was stuffed.  Then Dr. Congi showed how to take the diaphragm out.  Tami felt the slickness of the spermicide and the feel of Dr. Congi’s gloved fingers as they slid around inside her pussy lips.

Tami also felt an uncomfortable sensation of fullness in her pelvis.  It took a moment for her to figure out what it was.  She was getting horny again.  Tami took another deep breath and tried to think of unsexy things.  She thought of ugly people.  She thought of mathematics.  Anything to get her mind off what was happening.

She was aware of a couple of students taking their turns putting diaphragms into her and taking them out but this was not the source of her shame.  By this time she was getting numb to the ever more intimate exposures she was being subjected to.  Her attention was focused on the steadily increasing arousal and the urgent necessity of smothering it.  She tried to suppress the jerks of sensation whenever, in their clumsy attempts to insert the diaphragm, the students rubbed against her clit with a thumb or with the diaphragm itself.  She kept her breathing steady and controlled.  If I concentrate, Tami told herself, maybe I can ignore these occasional flicks to my clit.

Suddenly she looked up with a start.  The smell of her female arousal was heavy in the room.  Tami told herself, Surely everyone must be smelling what I’m smelling.  She looked up at the ceiling as if praying.  Please, God, let this be over soon.

Finally the last student had taken the diaphragm out of Tami.  The naked girl lay alone, propped and spread on the table, breathing unsteadily, looking down at her tummy with dull eyes.  Every ounce of effort was focused on keeping her arousal down.  She was only dimly aware of what else was going on.

“One final thing I want to show you with Tami” -- somewhere within her dulled mind Tami felt a note of anticipation and hope at the mention of the word “final” -- “is the bimanual exam which the nurse will do at the clinic.  This is how it works.”