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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”.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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 tolpalying doctord 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.

I picked up the speculum with one hand and with the other I gently spread the inner and outer lips of her by now very moist vagina. Slowly but deftly I inserted the instrument to it’s fullest depth and then turned it slowly from side to side as I viewed once again her uterus. When I finally got it to the position I wanted I pressed the lock and with a loud click it locked in its fullest open position. As it did, I just happened to look up at her face and saw her eyes open as widely as they could and a look of fright come over her face. I reassured her that all was OK and that the sound she had heard was only the instrument locking into place. She returned back to her point of fixation on the ceiling and I to my fixation point deep inside the tunnel I had created within her.

Now I took my long stemmed Q-tip and passing it through the speculum I gently wiped at the oozing which was coming from her uterus. She appeared not to notice anything that I was doing at this point and was obviously somewhere else mentally. I removed and discarded the Q-tip and ever so slowly began removing the still open speculum from her vagina. As I got it about half way out I could see the moisture on the inner walls of her vagina and knew that she was enjoying her visit to my office, despite her signs of apprehension and fear. I released the lock on the speculum and removed it from her entirely. Her face showed a sign of relief and she smiled at me momentarily, then returning to her spot on the ceiling. I told her that the examination was almost over and that she was being a very good patient and complimented her on how relaxed she was. I told her that many of my patients tensed up during the exam and that it just made it more difficult for me and more uncomfortable for them.

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As we entered the final stage of the exam I told her that I was now going to examine her manually. I applied a moderate amount of K-Y jelly to the index and middle finger of my right hand and moved it around to insure that my fingers were well coated. I then ever so slowly inserted them into her vagina to their fullest reach and placed my other hand on her stomach just above her pubic hair line. As I moved my fingers around inside of her and pressed down on her stomach I could see her eyes lighting up and the smallest of smiles breaking through the corners of her mouth. I knew that this part of my examination was pleasing to her. As my fingers probed to reach deeper and deeper into her, my thumb pressed against her clit and it pressed back against me with it’s hardened stem. Within moments she was breathing more heavily and her buttocks squirming ever so slowly on the table. I removed my fingers and in a very quick move put a little more K-Y jelly on the tip of my third finger and gently inserted it into her anus and re-inserted my first finger back into her vagina. I don’t think she even noticed that I had changed anything as she was still smiling and gazing toward the ceiling with her eyes tightly closed.

When my manual examination was complete and I had felt all of her internal organs, I withdrew my fingers from her bottom and her vagina and informed her that the examination was through. Surprisingly she asked if I could please continue my examination for just another moment but in a very professional tone I told her that my exam was complete and I pulled the drape down over her knees and shins. She looked disappointed but understanding.

I helped her to sit up and told her that I would discuss my findings and treatment with her in my office.

I walked out of the “exam room” and into our master bedroom where I quickly removed my lab coat, got undressed and got under the covers with a large and firm erection. Within moments my patient, still in her exam gown, came into the bedroom and got into bed with me and asked “What is my prognosis Doctor?” I don’t recall giving her an answer to her question but I do recall a yet another fantastic session of lovemaking.

Several nights after Stacey’s check up in the doctor’s office, and again when I had come home from work and was having dinner, she reminded me that she still had this burning sensation when she urinated. She said that when she went to the doctor several nights ago he didn’t prescribe anything for her.
She wondered if I thought she should go back and see him again and get something to relieve the problem. Not wanting her to be uncomfortable, I of course recommend another visit to the Doctor for a course of treatment.
Stacey left the kitchen and went upstairs while I read the evening paper.
Shortly thereafter, I went upstairs and got my lab coat from my office and knocked again on the “exam room” door. Upon entering I found Stacey, fully clothed, sitting in the chair next to my little desk. I sat down and pulled out her chart.

“Well Stacey, my examination shows that everything appears normal but you do have a mild infection in your vagina that I think we need to treat.” She inquired if it was anything serious and I told her no, but that I thought it would take several “treatments” to control it and that I would like to begin the treatments immediately. She inquired what the treatment consisted of and I told her that she needed a mild douche which would be both cleansing and medicinal. “Can I administer it to myself at home she asked?” I explained that the medication in the douche solution is by prescription only and that the amount administered and the length of time it is retained is important and that I thought she should have at least her first treatment performed here in the clinic instead of at home.

We talked a little longer about the problem and the treatment and then I asked her to get undressed, put on an examination gown and sit up on the examining table. While she was undressing, I retrieved the douche equipment and began to prepare the solution which I would administer to her. When I had everything ready to go I draped her lap and knees and helped her into the stirrups. As in all her other visits, she looked quite nervous but at the same time, confident in her “doctor’s” skills. I coax her to slide her bottom down on the table till it was just at the edge and to relax. As I put on my latex gloves I studied her beautiful face and she smiled back at me and said “please be gentle doctor.” I inquired if she had ever had a douche before and she said she had tried one of the prepackaged ones once before but that all she ended up doing was making a mess in the bathroom and only got a few drops of it into her. She said that she had never had one administered by someone else before. I told her to relax, that it was a very simple procedure and that this was why I wanted to have this first treatment performed in the clinic. The remaining treatments I told her could either be done at home alone or she could come back to the clinic.

I could see that my mild tone was relaxing her and knew what her decision would eventually be. To calm her just a bit more, I decided to chat with her for another moment or two before I began the procedure.

When I thought that she was as relaxed as she was going to get, I told her we were about to start the procedure and to stay as relaxed as she was now and that we’d be done very quickly. I raised the drape up to her knees and gently coaxed her knees apart, once again revealing her glorious vagina. I hung the douche bag on a hook on the wall and applied just a very little bit of K-Y jelly to the nozzle. I tried to keep it out of her sight lest she be scared by it’s size or shape. When all was ready, I sat down on the stool between her feet. With one hand I gently spread the lips of her vagina and with the other I slowly inserted the nozzle into her to a depth of about 3 inches. I released the lips of her vagina and they closed tightly around the nozzle, holding it in place by themselves. I reached up and released the flow of the liquid through the tubing of the douche bag. With my other hand I kept her vaginal lips tightly sealed around the nozzle so nothing would leak out of her. I slowly moved the nozzle in and out and around inside of her to allow the warm spray to hit all of the crevices of her insides. In less than a minutes time she had taken in the entire bag of liquid

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I looked up at her face to see this inquisitive look, a look of mild pleasure and wonder at just what was happening to her body. I told her that all was well, that the medication was in and working and that we would leave it in for 10 minutes. She said that it felt warm and tingled a bit. I slowly removed the douche nozzle from her while at the same time holding her lips closed to prevent any of the liquid from running out.

Now, I told her, was the time to bring her knees and thighs back together and to concentrate on not letting the medication leak out of her vagina.

She obliged and I removed my grasp of her vagina and pulled the sheet down over her knees, hoping that she would be able to hold the liquid while I put away the douche bag and hose.

When I returned to Stacey, I could see that she had put her hand under the modesty sheet and was now holding the lips of her vagina shut herself. I explained to her that the medication was doing it’s job but that there were areas of her vagina into which the liquid may not find it’s normal course. I indicated that one of the benefits of having the treatment administered here in the clinic versus at home was that here we could massage her pelvic structure and get the douche liquid to all the deep pockets of her vagina. This I explained was not quite as easily done at home alone. She looked quizzical and asked “can’t I just rub my stomach a little?” I told her that, yes, she could do this and that it would be helpful but that by massaging her internally we could get the liquid to even more areas and thereby speed up the treatment and the healing. She said OK and I asked her if she’d like me to explain the procedure or just begin it.

She said no, that if I explained the procedure it would probably just scare her, that I should go ahead and do it. I was relieved knowing that if I had explained it she would have probably declined.

Moving back to the end of the table, I lifted the drape to her knees and spreading them apart I could see her hand still holding the lips of her vagina tightly closed. I put on my latex gloves and put a small spot of K-Y jelly on the tip of the third finger of my right hand. As my left hand replaced hers in holding her vagina closed, I placed the tip of my lubricated finger onto her anus and very slowly and gently began to insert it. I could feel a great deal of resistance as I did this, so with the little finger of my hand that was on her vagina, I gently stroked her clitoris. She became more and more relaxed and eventually I was able to slide my finger very slowly to it’s full depth in her anus. As the knuckle of my finger passed from outside to inside of her she moaned a bit and lifted her buttocks momentarily off the exam table.

Slowly and gently I massaged the back side of her uterus and could feel and hear the liquid I had administered moving around inside of her. She looked very relaxed and calm as I did this and never once opened her eyes or spoke. When her breathing was very rapid and shallow I knew that she was approaching orgasm. I slowly removed my finger from her bottom and wiped away the little bit of K-Y that remained on her anus, never once releasing my hold on the lips of her vagina.

I looked up at Stacey’s face and she was staring back at me. I told her that the treatment was now complete and that I felt it had been very successful. She asked if the medication was still inside of her and I said yes. She then asked how it would come out and I told her that the best way was for her to stand in the shower and let it run out naturally.

I helped her to replace my hand with hers on her vagina and pulled the drape back down over her knees. Carefully I helped her remove her feet from the stirrups and to sit up on the edge of the table, her hand still holding her lips closed. I assisted her from the table and walked with her, her hand still between her legs, to the bathroom and opened the door to the stall shower. She stepped in and I untied the closure at the neck of her examination gown and took it off of her.

Still with one hand holding her vagina closed she adjusted the water with her other free hand. While she did this I undressed revealing my upstanding member. I stepped into the shower with her and guided her back against the wall away from the stream of shower water. She spread her ankles and I placed my erection between her legs and up against the fingers that were holding her vagina closed. She leaned back against the wall and threw both of her arms around my neck and shoulders and kissed me passionately. As she did this the warm liquid from her douche began escaping from her vagina and poured over my penis. Its warmth and the knowledge of where it had come from made me even more excited and desirous of entering her. Just as the last drop was leaving her she pushed me back against the opposite wall of the shower and in one swift move dropped to her knees and took my member into her mouth.

Between the arousal of the anal examination and the flowing of the douche liquid over my penis and now her rhythmic sucking action, I could hold out no longer and began a constant stream of ejaculation deep into her warm and moist throat.

After showering and drying each other off, we moved to the master bedroom for yet another wonderful evening of lovemaking.

I came home early in the afternoon one day last week because it was just too darn hot to work. When I entered the house I called out Stacey’s name but there was no response. I went upstairs to get out of my business suit and found Stacey sound asleep in our air-conditioned bedroom. She peeked out of the corner of her eye, saw me and said “hi hon” and then fell immediately back to sleep. I quietly got out of my suit and decided to take a nap with her. I pulled down the covers on my side of the bed and slid in along side of her.

As I put my arm around her I noticed that she was totally nude, as was I, and I pulled her close to me in a passionate hug. I fondled her breasts for a moment and kissed the back of her neck. Within moments she was awake and returning my affection.

At about 6:30 PM we both awoke again, having spent the entire afternoon making love to each other and truly enjoying my early return from work.

I suggested that I run into town for a pizza while Stacey cooled down a few beers and selected a film from our video collection.

When I came back with the pizza Stacey looked a little disturbed but said that everything was fine. We ate the pizza, had a few beers and sat down in front of the TV for a classic video tape. Stacey went off to urinate as the opening credits to the movie were being shown. She took what I thought was an unusually long time. When she came back she settled into my arms as the movie began. Within the first few minutes I could tell that Stacey was drifting off to somewhere else and I asked her what was the matter. She told me that she had a problem and thought she ought to see her “doctor”. I suggested she make an appointment for after the movie but she said she thought she should go to the clinic now. Not knowing what was truly bothering her I agreed and she went upstairs to get ready. I took a moment to rewind the video and turn off the system and then went upstairs to my office and got my lab coat.

I knocked on the door to the “exam room” and upon entering I found Stacey sitting on the side of the exam table, with an examination gown on and looking very nervous. I picked up her chart and inquired as to her problem. She continued to look very nervous and very sheepishly said, “Doctor I have a very embarrassing problem and I don’t know how to tell you”. I suggested that since I was her doctor that there was very little that would embarrass me and that she should feel comfortable in telling me anything that was troubling her. “Well doctor, this afternoon my husband came home from work early and I was asleep in bed when he arrived.

He came into bed with me and without giving it a thought, we made love together.” I didn’t say anything, wondering where she was heading with this, and let her continue. “Well doctor…, this is the embarrassing part. Doctor, my period was due so I was wearing a tampon. I forgot to take out my tampon before he entered me….. his penis must have shoved the tampon way up into me and now I can’t reach the string to get it out.”

Deep inside of me I chuckled at her predicament… but outwardly showed my professional concern. I told her that this was not a big problem and that it happens to women every day. It didn’t appear to relieve her nervousness or embarrassment one bit. She said that she had read so much about toxic shock syndrome and wanted “that thing” out as quickly as possible. I told her that I was sure we could get it out in minutes and that everything would be fine. She gave me a very nervous but trusting smile.

I helped Stacey to lie on the examining table and place her heels into the stirrups, a soft pink drape across her lap covering her knees and shins. I told her to relax a moment and I gathered the equipment I thought I might need from our medical supply cabinet. I returned to the end of the table with my instruments and squeezed her hand as I walked by telling her “Relax, everything is fine.”

I pulled up my stool and examining light and seated myself between her ankles. I raised the drape to her knees and told her to let her knees fall open thus revealing her pubic area. Looking at her vaginal area I noticed that she was wearing a large sanitary napkin held in place by an old fashioned sanitary belt. I unhooked the upper portion of the napkin and folded it in half, and then released the lower portion that was implanted in the crack of her buttocks. I stood up and walked over to the trash receptacle to dispose of the napkin and glanced at Stacey’s face. Her face had turned red and she embarrassingly said, “I’m sorry doctor, I didn’t know whether to put in another tampon or use that thing.”

Back at the foot of the table, I put on a pair of latex gloves and told her to relax. I raised the drape just a little higher above her knees and moved the sanitary belt up on her abdomen and out of the way. Very gently I spread the lips of her vagina with my left hand and inserted the two fingers of my right hand into her. Because her period was due, she was already secreting mucus, therefore, I didn’t need any K-Y jelly and my fingers slipped into her easily. Rotating my fingers throughout her vagina and reaching as deeply as I could, I failed to find the missing tampon. I asked her to bear down as if she was having a bowel movement and to hold it for a moment.

Once again I circled her uterus with my fingers. This time thought I could feel the end of the tampon deep in the lower left quadrant of her vagina but I was unable to grasp it or the string that I knew was there somewhere. I told Stacey to breath normally again and she released the straining that she had been doing for several seconds. I slowly removed my fingers from her vagina, knowing that I would have to use a speculum and instruments to get at the misplaced item.

Stacey looked at me nervously and said, “Did you get it?” I told her that it was a little deeper in than I could reach with my fingers and that I would have to use some instruments to get at it. This made the look of worry on her face even more intense. I removed the glove from my right hand and disposed of it in the receptacle. I quickly put on another glove and picked up my speculum. Spreading her lips with one hand I pushed the speculum into her vagina and turned it to the vertical position. Her pending menstrual flow removed the need for any lubricant on the instrument and it turned without resistance.

As I opened it to it’s fullest opening the lock made its routine loud click and I looked at Stacey’s face to see if she had again been scared by this noise. Her apprehension over the lost tampon apparently overtook her fright at hearing the speculum click open and she made no apparent notice of the noise. I pulled the instrument out a little and then pushed it back in at another angle. I did this several times until finally I could see the missing tampon in clear view. It was way deep in the lower left quadrant of her vagina, just where I thought I had felt it with my fingers.

Looking up at Stacey’s face I gave her a comforting smile. She said, “Did you find it?” I reassured her that I could see the tampon and would have it out in just a moment… knowing however that I didn’t really have the right instruments to grasp it and pull it back out.

Improvise, I thought to myself. Looking through our instrument drawer the only thing I could find that I thought was long enough to reach the elusive wad of cotton was the long handled Q-tips that I used to wipe her uterus. I knew that the long wooden stick would reach but would not be able to grasp the tampon. I decided to see just what I could do with it. I grabbed the cotton tipped end between my fingers and put the uncovered end deep into her vagina, between the open bills of the speculum.

As I got to the tampon with the stick I was able to wrap the string around the wooden stick and stretch the string out toward the opening in the speculum. But any attempts to pull on the tampon were unsuccessful. My only option at this point I thought was to hope I could remove the speculum and reach the string, which I had now found, with my fingers.

Looking up at Stacey she suddenly appeared truly worried. I’m sure the thought of whether or not she should have gone to her real OB/GYN was now running through her mind. I, too, wondered if that might be the final outcome of this predicament.

I slowly released the lock on the speculum and closed it, asking Stacey to lie very still while I removed the instrument. I was still hoping that the string, which was now pointing out toward the opening in her body, could be reached and thus the tampon removed. I placed the speculum onto the tray and with a reassuring wink to Stacey, re-introduced my fingers into her vagina.

Reaching deeply into the left quadrant I could now feel the string of the tampon but couldn’t quite get a solid grip on it in order to pull the offending object from my very nervous patient. I knew I had to bring the string closer to me as I could not get my fingers any deeper into her. I tried having her bear down again and each time she did the string moved a bit closer toward my fingers… but still not enough for me to get a grip on it. I left my fingers in her vagina for a moment and thought about the situation while Stacey caught her breath after all the straining. I thought that possibly if Stacey were to sit up as I reached deep inside her, I might be able to grasp the string.

I told my patient what I wanted her to do and she, with some awkwardness and difficulty, assumed the sitting position. With her buttocks on the edge of the examining table and her feet and knees spread wide apart by the stirrups, I again tried to reach the elusive string. Much to my dismay, this position caused all of the contents of her vagina, including the tampon and it’s string to move even further from my grasp! Not wanting to alarm her any more than necessary I said to her, “OK, that’s good, now slowly lie back down while you keep your stomach and pelvic muscles tensed”. She looked at me, not knowing whether I had grasped the string or not, and slowly settled back down to the fully prone position.

Suddenly, as I reached one more time deep into her vagina, the string reappeared between my fingers and this time I was able to capture it with a firm grasp. I told Stacey that she should not change her muscle tone one bit and ever so slowly I pulled on the string and felt the troublesome tampon moving down the canal of her vagina. Within seconds, my fingers were on the outside of her body and I could see the string firmly grasped between my now cramping fingers. With my other hand I grasped the little piece of string now showing outside of her and slowly but firmly pulled it toward me. Stacey could obviously feel the wad of cotton moving from within her body and breathed a sigh of relief. She smiled at me in a very appreciative and grateful way. As the bulk of cotton emerged from her vagina I caught it in my free hand and quickly wrapped it in a piece of paper towel, immediately disposing of the offending item in the trash receptacle.

I looked at Stacey and both of us shared a sigh of relief. I told her that it was out and that everything was fine. Taking a cotton ball, I again gently wiped around her vagina and asked her if she wanted to insert another tampon.

“No way!” she said. “I’ll stick with napkins for the rest of this month!!” I asked her where she kept them and I went off to her bedroom closet to retrieve one, leaving her on the table to relax for the first time in almost an hour.

When I returned I handed her the napkin and she reached under the drape and attached it to the sanitary belt that by this time had slipped way up around her waist. I pulled the drape down over her knees and helped her to sit up and get off of the table.

I suggested that we go back down stairs and watch the video as we had intended to do but she said she just wanted to go to bed. It was now about 10 PM so I cleaned up the exam room and instruments while she headed to the bedroom.

When I came to bed a few minutes later, I found Stacey lying under the covers flipping through the medical instruments catalog we had acquired. I got into bed and she pointed to an item in the catalog. It looked like a very long pair of needle nosed pliers. She said, “Tomorrow I’ll call the 800 number and order one of these for our instruments cabinet”. We both chuckled. I rolled over and fondled her breasts for a moment and kissed the back of her neck. “That’s what got us into that predicament in the first place she said!” Again we chuckled and I said, “good-night”. She said, “Thank you doctor” and moved down and took my upstanding member into her mouth….


 

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