A double whammy today, just because I'm in a good mood 
(And allright, the words just kept flowing this week and I thought it would be better to divide it into two chapters)
Sir opened the door and I followed him inside. The reception looked just like a regular reception would. There was a large man of around 45 behind the desk who greeted my owner cheerfully. He shook his hand and introduced himself as Jim. "Good to see you've arrived! Welcome to Pine cone forest, or as everyone else calls it: The Woods. Meet my wife Angela" he said, as a beautiful black haired woman stepped into the room. She waved and looked at me. "And this must be your pet. How lovely. We have some great facilities for owners and their pets here, you'll have a great time. I'm sure you've already read all about it," she winked at Sir.
"Why don't you take care of the paperwork with Jim, while I take care of the inspection" Sir smiled back at her and handed her my leash. "Good idea," he said and walked towards the counter.
I looked around, confused... whu...what inspection? And why did Sir hand me over to this woman? She tied my leash to an eye bolt in the wall and walked off. I just sat there, feeling very small and unsure. She returned carrying a clip board and pen. She was also wearing gloves. Kneeling down next to me she said; "let's get you checked out then sweetie, I'm sure everything will be fine and you and your owner can get set up." I looked at the sheet of paper on the clip board. It read "compulsory pet checkup."
Angela must have seen my puzzled expression, and she finally offered some explanation. "Regulations. We need to check pets before they can stay on the campground, on health and overall condition. Now stay still." She walked around me, looking me over. I was very naked and felt myself shrink under her gaze. She was talking quietly to herself, while writing things down.
Without warning she lifted up my tail. I wanted to turn my ass away from her, feeling very exposed all of a sudden, but she grabbed my collar and stopped me. "Tssk, it's only a little checkup. Nothing to worry about. Just sit still now, that's a good dog." I felt my face burning. I have been naked around other people sometimes, but never this up close and personal. And now a stranger was looking at my pussy, which was betraying me big time. I really really hoped that she didn't notice the inevitable wetness. That hope was short lived though, as I felt the woman's gloved fingers separate my labia. I heard her make an appreciative sound and then the scratching of pen on paper. What the hell! Was she also writing this down!? I looked over at my owner, praying that he'd be done soon. He saw me looking at him, and winked at me. This calmed me a little, I knew it was alright. Humiliating, but alright.
After a thorough check of the inside of my mouth and teeth and some more prodding and poking, Angela announced that I had passed the checkup with flying colours. "Not even a flee on this one," she said with delight. Sir returned and looked at me proudly. "Yes, she's a perfect pet. A little naughty sometimes, but nothing that can't be corrected," he said with glee. He untied my leash and told me to crawl in front of him, back outside. "Jim gave us a nice spot next to the clearing to set up the van. Let's get set up shall we? I'm craving a nice glass of whiskey"