Medical Examination Under the Hot Sun of Ascana
Copyright© 2026 by Asmodeus_de_Valle
Chapter 3: The Play
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 3: The Play - High school graduates are rehearsing their play, but they are unexpectedly interrupted by a delegation of doctors who have arrived to conduct a medical examination.
Caution: This Young Adult Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Reluctant Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Rough Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Fisting Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys Doctor/Nurse Public Sex
While Sasha and most of the girls settled into the chairs near the backstage exit, Tetiana Viktorivna, who played the eldest princess, and Yulia, who played the third princess, entered the hall with me. I quickly went down into the audio booth to the left of the stage, while the actresses took their places. Quickly figuring out the equipment, I switched on the opening audio intro.
“In the land of Ascana, washed by the warm sea, amidst rolling hills covered with vineyards, lies the city of Forencia. It is here that the King’s court is located; it is from this very city that the wise King Sapias the Great rules his realm, and here live his sister, five beautiful daughters, and his beloved granddaughter.”
Since the king was busy with affairs of state, the upbringing of his children was usually handled by his sister — Severa, the eldest princess of Ascana. And so, while the third princess, Morbora, was strolling through the castle gardens, her aunt approached her.
When the intro finished, I played the background music, and the action began on stage. Severa and Morbora walked toward each other.
“Greetings, aunt,” the third princess said.
“Greetings, dear niece,” Severa replied. “I was actually looking for you, for I must speak with you regarding certain rumors that are spreading.”
“What rumors are those, aunt?”
“They say you have absolutely no respect for the traditions of our homeland.”
“Slander! Dirty, filthy slander!” Morbora immediately shot back.
“Tell me, my dear, do you know that according to the traditions of our kingdom, the underwear of princesses must strictly be in the national colors — that is, blue or red?”
“Of course I know, auntie.”
“Then tell me, what color are your panties?”
“Red. What else could they possibly be?”
“Then show them to me.”
“Dear aunt, do you really believe filthy rumors more than your own niece?”
“Don’t squirm, just do as you’re told, because if I have to lift your skirts myself, it will be much worse.”
The third princess took her skirt in her hands and lifted it slightly.
“Higher,” Severa commanded imperiously.
Morbora raised the hem to knee level.
“Higher,” the eldest princess repeated the demand.
When Yulia hitched the dress up high enough to expose her panties, Tetiana Viktorivna gasped.
“You scoundrel!” she exclaimed loudly. “Not only is your underwear yellow, but you dared to lie to your own aunt!”
“I didn’t lie,” Morbora declared, lowering her skirt. “The panties were red, they must have faded!”
“Your ass is about to fade! Go snap that branch off that tree over there and bring it to me.”
Yulia grabbed a switch from a bench in a curtain-hidden corner of the stage and handed it to Tetiana Viktorivna.
“Now turn your back to me, bend over, and put your hands on the ground.”
Morbora obediently, albeit with feigned offense on her face, turned around and bent over. Severa took a step toward her, grabbed the hem of the dress, and flipped it over Morbora’s back, completely exposing her lower body. Large, rounded buttocks in tight yellow panties ended up directly under the stern gaze of the eldest princess.
Tetiana Viktorivna leisurely weighed the thin switch in her hand, took a short backswing, and brought it down on Yulia’s rear with a sharp whistle. The cracking sound of the stroke echoed across the empty hall.
“Ouch!” Yulia let out a theatrical, yet entirely genuine wince, jumping slightly in place from the surprisingly tangible hit. The thin fabric of her panties offered almost no protection to her skin, and her massive chest, constrained inside the corset, heaved violently from the movement.
“Five strokes for lying!” the teacher stated strictly, maintaining an impeccable pedagogical posture as she swung a second time. The next blow landed right in the center of those round buttocks. “And five more for disrespecting the traditions of Ascana! That’ll teach you to despise the national colors! And behave as befits a princess — not another sound shall escape your lips!”
After delivering ten strokes to her niece, the eldest princess finally let go of the switch.
“Now straighten up and take off those wretched yellow panties.”
Morbora followed the order. Standing back up, she awkwardly pulled off her underwear and handed it to her aunt. Severa snatched the panties from her niece’s hands and tossed them aside.
“Now let’s go to the royal seamstress so she can provide you with underwear worthy of a woman of the royal house of Ascana.”
Tetiana Viktorivna and Yulia went behind the curtain. I changed the music, and a few seconds later, the gnome walked onto the stage. A short girl wearing a mock miner’s outfit and a large red cap, complete with a fake beard attached to her face and a small pickaxe in hand, looked around villainously and approached the third princess’s discarded panties.
“Whoa, now that’s a haul!” Zhanna drawled in a deep voice, diligently mimicking the raspy voice of a subterranean dweller. “Highest quality silk straight off royal shoulders ... or rather, from another spot. These royal ladies have no idea what money is worth. Good thing I was lucky enough to witness this scene. I’ll find a good use for this valuable fabric.”
Sizing up the silk by sight and touch, the gnome neatly folded the panties, shoved them into her pocket, and headed backstage. I pressed the curtain mechanism button, closing the stage, and then played the second audio track.
“The Satrix family has served the royal house as tailors since the founding of the state, and it was to a representative of this lineage — a maiden named Forvexa — that the princesses directed their steps.”
When the narration ended, I queued up new music and hit the curtain button again to open the stage.
The stage now featured cardboard decorations of a royal workshop: colorful fabrics hanging on racks, and near the right side stood Olya in the royal seamstress costume — she wore a leather work apron, a soft measuring tape hung around her neck, and she held massive prop scissors in her hands.
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