The nurse handed the doctor a tube of lubricant which he applied to his now gloved fingers. With one hand, he parted the lips of my vulva and, gently holding the lips of my labia between thumb and finger, worked down each side.
“You obviously take care of yourself. …. no lesions or gland inflammation. ” he observed .
Holding back the covering hood of flesh, my clitoris was revealed and it , together with the area surrounding my urethra, came in for their share of diagnostic probings.
His finger traced the sensitive ridge sending a tiny chill of pleasure up my spine. No other exam had ever evoked that kind of response !
Moving his hand down to the opening of my vagina, two fingers were inserted and moved up inside me until I felt them at the tip of my cervix. He then rotated the fingers, pressing against the walls of my vagina and uterus in each direction.
“Just breath through your mouth, Ms. Broderick ….. and let yourself go ” he soothingly advised. Withdrawing his gloved hand, the nurse handed him a vaginal speculum – the nurse once more told me to relax and I felt the instrument enter my vaginal cavity, then a bit of pressure inside as the sides were opened. The Doctor adjusted the work lamp and peered down intently.
After, perhaps, a scant minute, and withdrawing the instrument, the Doctor walked to the head of the table, ” Everything looks just fine there ….. your a very healthy woman.