Splinter Confessions

This happened when I was eleven. I was staying with a school friend who had invited me to her family's lake house. Everything was ok.

We were playing outside, we were in our swim suits, at the time we wore fairly modest two piece outfits. Why I decided that I should ride down the banister of the outside staircase I don't know. The staircase went from the second floor (where the living quarters were) to the first floor and the pool and outdoor patio.

I swung my leg over the banister and pushed down. On the way down I got a splinter right into my labia. It hurt, it hurt a lot. For the most part of the day I tried to ignore it, But eventually I had to tell my friend. We went to the room and I took off my bottoms and she explored inside my vulva but couldn't see anything, I could feel it with my finger and so could she, but she couldn't see it.

She left me and went to get her father. Her father had lots of daughters and to him you weren't old enough to have non-children treatment, until you were fully developed. If you had breasts and you had your period you were a young woman, but otherwise you were a child. So I was treated as a child. I say this, because in my home once you were past five you were no longer a child to be viewed by males.

I had put my bottoms back on and he came in and told me to take them off, that he needed to see to determine if he could get out the splinter or if he needed to take me into town to a doctor. Well, I wasn't going to take my pants off in front of him, at least I thought. He pulled me over by the arm and sat on the bed in the room and pulled my bottoms down exposing me. I may not have had breasts yet, but I already had pubic growth. He told me to lay on the bed, and to open my legs wide, he opened my legs, exposing me for all to see, the door behind him was open, and his wife and my friend were in the doorway watching.

I tried to close my legs, but he spread them open, and with his fingers he felt all around my vulva, then spread open my lips and started to gently feel inside until his finger touched the splinter. He asked me if that was where it hurt, and I said yes, and he pushed my knees apart so that my legs were wide open, with one hand he opened up my pussy and touched where the splinter was, and asked his wife for a flashlight and a pair of tweezers.

While I lay there spread wide open, he had his wife shine the flashlight over his shoulder and my friend was leaning in to watch, he moved the splinter with his finger trying to position it so that he could get it with the tweezers. He told my friend to put her finger, because it was small, behind the splinter and he slowly maneuvered the splinter back out until he was able to grab it with the splinter and pull it out.

I got a complete run down with his fingers checking for other splinters, and once he was satisfied that I was ok, he closed my legs and stood me up in front of him, he held my swim suit bottoms for me to step into while I put my hands on this shoulders and he pulled them up and he accommodated them.

With a slap on the butt, he told me I should be ok and to go play, and not to slide down the banister.

It would be a long time before I would again lay open for examination. By then I had all the right parts not to be considered a child any more.

My friend and I are still friends, and I went to the lake many times after that. Although in my memory the splinter incident is well lit, I truly believe that in the memory of her father it just became one more thing of the kids growing up.

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