home doctor gyno exam

I came home from the office several nights ago and at dinner, Stacey mentioned that she was concerned about a burning sensation she was having in her female parts when she urinated. We discussed it briefly over dinner and decided that she ought to go to the doctor and get things checked out. After dinner I volunteered to clean up the kitchen while she went up and showered and got ready to go to “the doctor”.

With the kitchen clean and the dishwasher started, I went up to my office, put on my lab coat, and knocked on the “exam room” door. Upon entering, I found Stacey sitting with her legs hanging over the side of the exam table in an examination gown and looking very nervous. I listened to her problems and symptoms and told her not to worry, that everything sounded minor and treatable but that I would have to examine her to find out just what it was that was bothering her and what the proper treatment might be. After looking at her chart, I suggested that we do a complete physical as it had been some time since she had been in for a check-up. She appeared relieved that her current ailment was minor, but still appeared very nervous.

She told me, however, that she had not urinated since she came to the office and said she thought she ought to empty her bladder first. I agreed and told her that I’d like a specimen to send to the lab. She said she didn’t know how to urinate into such a little cup and could I help her? Being her doctor… of course I could. I helped her put the exam gown back on and get off the table. We proceeded to the bathroom where she positioned herself on the toilet seat. I took the special female specimen collector (a great little device which we found in a medical catalog) and held it between her legs and firmly against her vagina. I told her to begin urinating and within moments she had filled the reservoir with her warm golden liquid. I removed the receptacle, allowing her to sit back and expel the rest of her urine into the toilet, alone in peace.

I began the exam by looking in her ears and eyes and by looking into her mouth with a tongue depressor. The wooden stick made her gag and she made some remark about hating things being stuck down her throat. We both chuckled. I reached up to the shelf on the wall for one of two thermometers that were in their holders. She opened her mouth to receive the thermometer, sticking out her tongue slightly and rubbing it lightly around the tip of the thermometer, before closing her mouth on it.

While her temperature was registering, I rubbed my hands together to warm them and began examining her neck and throat. As I worked my way down to her shoulders I grasped her gown and lowered it to her waist. Her gorgeous round, firm breasts stared back at me and she blushed as I observed their symmetry and loveliness. One by one I took them in my hands and palpated them, ran my thumb over her magnificent brown nipples and squeezed them between my fingers as they became more and more erect. She leaned forward on the right and then on the left as I gave each breast it’s fair share of attention.

When I had massaged each nipple to it’s firmest, it was time to have her lie down on the table for the remainder of the examination.

I removed the thermometer from her mouth and noted that there was no fever. This would soon be verified more accurately.

She laid back on the examination table, where I covered her from her waist down with a sheet and then pulled her gown up to her breasts revealing only her firm, well tanned abdomen and an inch or so of un-tanned skin at her pubic hair line. As I ran my hands over her abdomen, from the top where I “accidentally” bumped against her breasts to the bottom where I gently touched the top of her public hair line, I could detect an increase in her breathing rhythm and a tightening of her abdominal muscles. I told her to relax and asked if my hands were cold or if I was hurting her. She smiled and said no, that everything was fine.

Completing my examination of her abdomen, I pulled her gown back down and moved the drape lower to reveal only her voluptuous mound of pubic hair. She drew her thighs tighter together and appeared very nervous as I stroked her mound and ran my fingers into the crevices of her groin. I told her to spread her ankles out to the extreme edges of the table, placing her feet in the stirrups, and very methodically and caressingly I spread the lips of her vagina, revealing her inner lips and a glistening clitoris. I squeezed and rubbed and touched her all throughout the area and with each touch or stroke her breathing became deeper and faster. I felt my exam was completed at this stage so I pulled the drape back up over her abdomen and asked her to turn over on her stomach.

Stacey is a good patient and she follows instructions very well. She immediately turned over and presented her very firm and attractive buttocks to me. Although we had been through this procedure many times before [and she enjoys it but plays the game well], she asked, “And what are you going to do now, doctor?” Responding to her question, I placed both of my hands on each of her buttocks, massaging and kneading their firmness. I told her that I was going to verify her temperature in the most accurate way.

“But doctor, that isn’t really necessary”, she said. Ignoring her comment, I continued fondling her buttocks, now moving my hands down to her thighs.

Stacey was enjoying this, and she voluntarily spread her legs. While continuing to stroke her thighs with one hand, I ran the fingers of my other hand along the inside of her thigh, up to meet her crotch, where I allowed them to linger for a few moments. Her legs separated a bit more, and I could begin to feel moistness meeting my fingers. I continued my journey with my fingers to between her buttocks.

My middle finger found her rectum, where I permitted it to tease the area for a while. When I sensed that Stacey was becoming used to this stimulation, I removed my fingers from between her buttocks and stopped stroking the inside of her thigh. Stacey looked back in time to see me shaking down the other thermometer next to the one that I had used earlier. I reached into the drawer beneath the examining table and pulled out a tube of K-Y jelly.

Opening the tube, I applied some to my middle finger. Then, I spread Stacey’s buttocks and applied lubricant around her rectum. Very gently and slowly, I slipped my finger slightly into her rectum, feeling the tightness as she gasped. I removed my finger and applied lubricant to the thermometer.
“Oh, doctor. This is so embarrassing and unnecessary”, Stacey complained.
With that comment, I lightly spanked her bottom and spread her legs. She began to whimper as I separated her buttocks, placed the tip of the thermometer against her rectum, and slowly inserted it. The thermometer now inserted, I let her buttocks close upon it, and I stepped back to allow it time to register. What a lovely sight to behold…My young and beautiful Stacey lying on the examination table in this most humbling position.

I approached Stacey and began to run my hands along the insides of her thighs. This caused her legs to separate further, so I again ran my hands up to feel her crotch, which had become very moist…but I must not get involved with the “patient”. I allowed my fingers to lightly rub along the lips of her vagina, then up to grasp the thermometer protruding from between her buttocks. I twisted the thermometer around inside of her rectum, and moved it in and out, before I finally removed it. [She likes this I know from previous experience]. As the thermometer slipped from between her buttocks Stacey said, “Doctor, that wasn’t bad at all - in fact, it even felt kind of good.” I wiped the lubricant from the thermometer, noted the reading, and put it back in its case. Using another tissue, I separated her buttocks and wiped the lubricant from between her cheeks.
I told Stacey that it was now time for the internal exam, and to turn over on her back. She took a deep breath, revealing her obvious anxiety and asked, “Will it be painful doctor?” I reassured her that it would not; that it might be just a bit uncomfortable, but clearly not painful. She said, “I really dread this part.” I let her lie there a moment while I went to the instrument cabinet and began retrieving the instruments I would need.

With a large plastic speculum, a tube of K-Y jelly, a pair of latex gloves, some Q-tips and a few other instruments ready, I came back to my patient

and helped her to slide down and put her heels into the stirrups. I checked to be sure that her bottom was just over the edge of the table and pulled up my stool and examining lamp. As I lifted the drape to her knees she brought them together and took a deep breath. I asked her to relax and with a hand on each knee I gently spread them apart bringing her vagina into clear and glorious view. I told her that this would only take a very few minutes and that I would be as gentle as I possibly could. She said, “Thank you for your understanding doctor… this is very difficult for me.”

I slipped on my latex exam gloves and once again coaxed her knees open to their fullest. In my most gentle fashion I touched her inner thigh and proceeded up to her vagina. I again spread the lips of her outer vagina and slowly inserted my two fingers side by side into her and moved them around while I viewed her glistening uterus, deep inside of her. I wasn’t aware that she was ovulating, but the bright color and slight oozing from her uterus gave away her secret. I removed my fingers from her vagina and moved up to her clitoris. As I lifted the hood I noticed how wet she was and watched as her clit hardened under my touch. I touched it from every possible angle and massaged it between my two fingers as one would a wad of thread. As I did this I detected what I thought was a mild moan coming from the head of the table as my patient endured my gentle caresses. I looked up at her face and saw her staring at the ceiling one moment and then closing her eyes tightly the next. I told her that I was now going to do the speculum part of the exam. She resignedly said “OK” and went back to her wide eyed staring at the ceiling. (more…)