I go to a woman gynecologist, of course. I just changed insurance plans at work, though, and even though she had come recommended to me, I had never met her. The nurse called my name and I went back to the office.

She weighed me and took my blood pressure and then left a paper cover for my breasts and a paper blanket for over my abdomen. She told me to get undressed and put them on, then wait for the doctor on the table.

As I lay there, the tears were about to come. It was so humiliating and so upsetting for me. I had never felt more naked as I did there, trying to keep the paper jacket over my breasts. I just sat up, waiting for her knock at the door. Then it came.

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She walked in to the examining room and introduced herself, Dr. Keely Staves. She could tell I was upset, but told me not to worry, that she would be very careful with me and she would always let me know what she was doing. She was really pretty, wearing her lab coat and with her chestnut brown hair tucked up in to a French twist. Her breasts were pushing at the front of the labcoat. I love big breasts, probably because mine are relatively small. But hers were marvelously round and full and I could see the outline of the nipple against the white fabric.

“Alright, Ginny, I want you to lay back. I’m going to examine your breasts.” I was panting and extremely nervous, but I lay back trying to keep the jacket covering me. My eyes were squenched tight as she put her hands on my chest and carefully spread apart the front of the jacket. I felt her cool hand press firmly on the outer edges of my breast.

She moved her hand over it, pressing on it, exploring it. I opened my eyes - I had never been able to open my eyes during an exam - and met hers. She was smiling down at me in this tender way that totally disarmed me. She held my nipple between two fingers and pinched at it slightly. “Is that okay?” she asked.

I just nodded. She moved to the other one and placed both of her hands around my breast. She was holding it in her hand, squeezing on it, feeling deep in to it. It really felt good - like I said, I have a breast fetish. When she got to the nipple, again, she pinched it between two fingers - just enough to let me know she was there. I realized I may have been getting excited.

“Okay, everything there feels real good, so I’m going to listen to your heartbeat. Would you sit up please?” I sat up and she slid the whole jacket off of me, so I was sitting there with just the blanket over my lap. She just smiled at me in this way that made me not question anything. She moved the stethoscope all over my upper back, the whole time keeping her other hand spread between my breasts in front. It was starting to feel vaguely erotic to me and when I turned to look at her, I was right level with her lovely breasts. The nipples were definitely protruding - I knew mine were.

“Heart sounds good, now I’m afraid you’re going to have to lay down.” But I wasn’t scared, I wanted to do exactly as she told me, I wanted her to touch me more. It had never been like this, nothing had. I lay back while she watched, my entire torso and most of my hips exposed to her. She placed both of her hands on my belly and looked right in to my eyes. “Are you okay, Ginny?” She asked, rubbing my soft belly very softly. “Yes, I’m fine, quite comfortable, Thank you.”

“Okay, then, I’m going to proceed with the exam. You need to move down to the end of the table and fit your heels in to the stirrups,” she said. These words usually strike terror in my heart, but I moved easily, without hesitation. Once my heels reached the stirrups, I laid back down but my knees were pushed tightly together.

“Now relax, dear,” she said, “I’m going to spread your legs, okay?”

All I could do was nod, I felt blood rush to my pussy and a warm feeling spread. She was under the blanket covering my abdomen, I could feel her breath on my pussy. “I see you like to keep yourself shaved,” she said.

I squirmed. “Yeah,” I hesitated, “But I was trying to let it grow out so you wouldn’t be so surprised,” I apologized.

She placed her hand on my belly. “Don’t worry about it, I love a shaved pussy.” I was shocked at her use of the word, but I just laughed nervously and let her continue.

She spread my lips apart with just one finger. I could feel her arranging them splayed separate, so the inner parts were displayed openly. She moved the lamp to illuminate the whole thing. I thought I heard her give a small moan. “Is everything….okay?” I asked. Suddenly, she walked around the table to my head and got down to my level.

“I’m going to tell you the truth, Ginny,” she said, “I know you’ve always associated sex with your gynecologist visits,” I looked up at her, stunned and confused, but she continued, “and I want to satisfy your curiosity today. Is that going to be okay with you?” she asked.

I was totally stunned, I couldn’t speak. “H-how did you know that?”

“I can tell by the way you act in here, the way you respond to my touch. I was curious myself, til I got to take everything home,” She smiled, making it feel like a private joke. “I’m a doctor, I know what an aroused vagina looks like, and you have one. So let’s take this slow. If you want me to stop, tell me. Okay?”

“Okay,” I smiled at her. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips, licking mine, one hand under my head, pushing my tongue onto hers, into her mouth. She kissed my neck, and caressed my breasts hungrily, still with a penetrating exam type touch. I knew without a doubt that my pussy was dripping. “I’m going to take off the blanket, is that okay with you?” she asked.

“Yes, please,” I said, I would do anything she wanted.

She sat back down on the stool, in front of my exposed pussy. “I’m going to insert the speculum now,” she said, “I think you love having your pussy spread, and I’m going to do it for you. You just tell me when you’ve had enough, okay, honey?”

“Yes,” I was so excited, I could barely speak the word. I felt her rub some lubricant all over my pussy and inside. She was holding my lips open with one hand and introducing the tip of the speculum in to my vagina with the other. She pushed it completely in and I gasped. I love the feeling of being filled and penetrated and now I was about to hyperventilate. She sensed my deep breathing and told me to relax. She rubbed my inner thighs, leaving the speculum unopened and in my pussy. She rubbed my belly and stroked my abdomen until my breathing slowed a little. Then she started to open the speculum.

At first it was barely noticeable, like a finger penetrating me. But then it started to spread my pussy walls. I clenched my fists. “Oh, that’s nice, that’s so nice,” I told her.

“Good, now relax and let me examine you,” she said. She was still opening it up in small increments, more and more. The pressure was building up and I could start to feel a yearning deep in my cunt for penetration. “Lets leave it here for a few moments, okay?” she asked.

I nodded. The feeling was exquisite. She moved the light to shine directly on my open pussy. I was so sensitive, I could feel the heat. She started to rub my clit with the pad of her thumb. I was in ecstasy. She kept a close eye on my face to see how I was reacting. “You’re taking it so nice,” she said, “Your pussy is so lovely all spread open like this, wanna see?” she asked me.

“Yes!” I exclaimed, almost screaming it. She went to a cabinet and took out a mirror. She set it in a stand on the floor and positioned it so I could see from way up on the table. “Isn’t it beautiful?” she asked.

I nodded slowly. I was transfixed by the sight. Then, she got up on the table with me, like we were going to do sixty-nine, and started to lick my clit in long, lapping, slow strokes. “Oh, oh, oh, oh God…” nothing had ever felt so erotic, so absolutely beautiful. I loved seeing her lick my pussy, I loved seeing her finger me through the speculum. Just as I was about to come, she stopped. She kissed me again, deeply and sensually, like before. “I don’t want you to come before the bi-manual part of the exam,” she smiled.

“Okay,” I agreed.

She withdrew the speculum slowly so that I was excited by the fact that she was doing it. She knew exactly what I wanted, everything I had fantasized about in my most secret fantasy. It was wonderful. Then, quite abruptly, she slid two fingers in to my vagina.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned.

She smiled at me affectionately. “Yes, my love, let me touch you. Let me examine you. It’s okay, relax, love.”

I had to yield to her. She placed one hand on my abdomen and pressed down while she pressed up with her fingers inside me. She moved them all around, stroking the inside of my pussy. She moved her top hand down to my clit and pinched it, let it slide out of her fingers, then pinched it again. I was going to come in seconds. She took her thumb and laid the pad square on to my clit, pressed down just a little, then rubbed. She penetrated deeper with her fingers in my clit and deeper still as she felt me start to come. I was moaning wildly, trying to reach for her, coming all over her fingers. “Yes, let it out, keep going, you can keep it going, honey,” she cheered on my orgasm.

When she took out her fingers, they were dripping with my juices. She smiled at me and came close to me on the table. She unbuttoned the first few buttons on her lab coat and held my head in her warm breasts. I licked at them weakly, put my arm around her waist and pulled her close to me. I was born again, it was so beautiful.

“I want you to come back to see me in one month. I will need to do an anal exam,” She said, changing her manner to completely business like. “And next time, you should be shaved. You may get dressed now, the nurse will check you out.”

And she left the room. I got dressed and made my next appointment. That was the first time I’d even left the gynecologist’s office with a smile on my face.

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I’d been having a few embarrassing problems since my daughter was born. I pretty much ignored them for a year because they had to do with my ­ uh ­ bottom. After a while, though, I started having blood in the toilet when I defecated, and sometimes considerable pain, too.

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Finally, I went to my doctor. After blushing and stammering a lot, I explained the problem. He asked a lot of embarrassing questions, including whether or not I had a lot of sex in my ­ uh ­ bottom. Although I had read about it, I thought that it was a filthy idea ­ and I told him so, indignantly. He frowned, telling me that it was actually quite a common practice and quite enjoyable. I guess I wasn’t very nice about my response, but that’s not the sort of thing that a lady discusses.

Anyway, he sent me to this specialist. A proctologist, I think he said. Don’t ask me what THEY do, but since I’m sitting here in the guy’s waiting room, I guess I’m about to find out. I’ve filled out a five-page form about my eating and potty habits. There were a lot of questions that I didn’t even understand. Who needs to know that much about their bottom anyway?

The nurse calls my name and ushers me into a big examination room. It almost looks like an operating room, with all the portable spotlights and stuff. “Please remove all clothing from the waist down,” she said professionally. “You may place your clothing and purse on the shelf behind you. Here is a gown for your modesty, the opening goes in the back.”

She turns and walks from the room. As always, I feel real awkward taking my clothes off for the examination. I hate the feeling of the cool air as it washes across my bottom and thighs. It always makes me feel somewhat obscene. Quickly, I wrap the gown around my nakedness and perch myself uncomfortably on the bench by the door.

It’s only a couple minutes before the doctor comes in reading my papers. The nurse rolls some lights near a funny looking half-couch. “OK, Mrs. Harris. Please stand on this step and lean forward on the examining couch.” I looked at the half couch in trepidation. The nurse moved to hold my arm and ‘help’ me over to the device. I know that the doctor is going to look at ­ that part of me, but do I have to bend over and expose myself even further?

The nurse didn’t let me worry about it for too long. Her firm hand in the center of my back sort of ‘forced’ me to lie forward obscenely. She nodded once to herself and announced “We’re going to use a support strap for your comfort.” The doctor looked at her oddly for a moment as she pulled a strap over my lower back and cinched it tight. “Now, the table is going to move a bit to position you for the examination.”

I jumped as the device started to rotate, lowering my head and raising my hips into the air. I would have jumped off of the bench if the nurse hadn’t secured me to it. “What are you doing ?” I demanded, sounding shrill to my own ears.

“Relax, Mrs. Harris,” the doctor said soothingly. “This is standard procedure to examine the rectal canal. “The procedure shouldn’t hurt a bit. After all, we do want to find out why you are bleeding and experiencing pain during bowel movements.”

“But this is so embarrassing,” I whined. When the table stopped, I could feel my buttcheeks opening obscenely.

“Nonsense, Mrs. Harris,” the nurse said sternly. “There is nothing to be embarrassed about. We all have the same body parts with the same functions. The anus is only a part of the digestive system that all humans share.”

The doctor and nurse exchanged glances. Shaking his head slightly, the doctor turned and put gloves over his hands. The nurse smiled slightly and picked her gloves off of the instrument table. She gave the doctor a tube of something called K-Y jelly, which he liberally spread over his fingers. He moved behind me, out of my field of vision, and the nurse set her hand reassuringly on my back.

“Mrs. Harris,” the doctor’s voice came from the vicinity of my knees, “You are going to feel a slight pressure as I perform the examination. Please try to relax so that we can finish this as soon as possible.” I felt the gown being pushed aside, and a hand pulled my bottom apart even more.

I started whimpering as soon as his hand touched my bottom, but nothing prepared me for what came next. I felt the doctor’s greasy finger rubbing around my bottom hole, then suddenly, he began to work his finger inside. I shrieked in protest at the obscene violation of my bottom. The nurse’s comforting hand suddenly applied more pressure to keep me prostrate as I tried to escape the probing finger.

“Mrs. Harris, are you in pain?” the doctor asked, concerned.

“Uh ­ no” I replied shakily. “But what are you doing? Don’t touch me ­ uh ­ down there!”

“Mrs. Harris,” he said, puzzledly, “I am doing a standard proctologic exam! What did you expect? I can’t examine you from across the room!”

Now I felt even more embarrassed. “You mean you do this to people all the time? You touch their ­ um ­ bottoms and everything?”

I heard an exasperated breath from the doctor. The nurse said firmly “The anus and rectum are just parts of the body. When something goes wrong, a doctor fixes them the same as all other body parts. There is nothing wrong or ‘dirty’ about any part of the human body.” She sounded impatient, so I just shut up and braced myself against this violation of my dignity. “I expect you to act like a civilized adult about the exam,” she exclaimed sternly.

I buried my face in my hands and moaned softly as the doctor continued his filthy exam. He pressed and squeezed until I was sure I would die from mortification. Much to my horror, the exam went on and on. His finger probed deeply, until I was sure that his finger would protrude from my vagina. In fact, after a while, the moving finger caused some distinct tingling from the womb. I was still embarrassed, but secretly trembled as new sensations radiated outward from his touch. When he finally removed his finger, my bottom hole felt uncomfortably empty.

“Hmm” the doctor sounded enlightened. “Move the light over here, nurse.” Without removing her hand, she moved the examination light closer. I felt its warmth radiating against my unprotected bottom. “Yes, right here.” The doctor’s finger traced a stinging trail from my bottom towards my ­ privates.

“Episiotomy” the nurse said distinctly.

“Looks that way. Mrs. Harris, when did you have your last baby?”

“Uh ­ 14 months ago.” I answered, not sure how that had affected my - uh ­ anus.

“Uh-huh. Have you been taking fiber, like Metamucil, to soften your bowel movements?”

I vaguely remembered my OB-GYN saying something about that, but I’d just ignored him. “Uh.. no,” I admitted cautiously.

“Hmm. What about the enemas that he recommended.”

“The what?” I asked intelligently.

“Enemas.” The doctor enunciated precisely.

“I’m not quite sure,” I stammered.

The doctor chuckled. “I’m sure if you’d been taking your enemas, that you would be sure. Well, at least I know what your problem is now.” The doctor moved around until I could comfortably raise my head and see him. “You were given an episiotomy to help your child’s birth. The episiotomy was deep; the cut went from the birth canal to the anus. You were instructed to drink Metamucil every day and take an enema three times per week to facilitate the healing process and keep the flesh from tearing any more.” He pursed his lips slightly. “We need to reinstate those procedures, and we’ll add a healing cortisone cream twice per day.”

“In fact, you have an obstruction now, so we’ll do an enema now to facilitate cleansing.” He turned to the nurse. “Mary, will you prepare a one quart standard enema while I see if we have any samples of the cortisone cream on hand?”

“Yes, doctor.” She moved off to a cabinet out of my field of view.

The doctor patted my shoulder awkwardly. “Don’t worry, with a little care, we’ll have everything back to normal in no time.” He walked over to another cabinet that held many different small boxes and tubes. “Here we go,” he said. “A good supply of enema soap and a couple of tubes of cortisone cream!” He walked back towards my bottom. “How’s that enema coming, Mary?”

“Ready, Doctor.” She wheeled an I-V stand beside me. Hooked up to the stand was a large red bag with a long white hose attached. “Mrs. Harris, do you have an enema bag at home?” she asked.

“I’m sure I don’t know,” I answered truthfully. I looked at the strange apparatus with apprehension.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Harris,” the doctor said calmly. “This is a very simple procedure that you’ll easily be able to duplicate at home.” The doctor reached over for the end of the hose and the tube of K-Y jelly. “First, you liberally apply the lubricant to the nozzle.” He demonstrated, squirting a long line of jelly along the strange looking device. “Be sure to use a water soluble lubricant like K-Y, so that the lubricant doesn’t irritate the bowels.”

Irritate the bowels, I thought to myself. What in the world ?

“This,” he said patting the bulging bag, “Contains a standard enema solution of soapy water ­ we want it close to body temperature or slightly warmer. We will introduce the solution into the bowels, where it must remain 10 or 15 minutes to soften the fecal matter.”

Fecal matter, I thought. But that means that the soapy water goes ……

I jumped against the support straps as the nozzle was pushed gently into my bottom hole. Deeper and deeper, it was inserted, until I was sure that it reached past my navel. Even as I struggled against the obscene invasion, my womb trembled ­ almost pleasantly. I felt a small moistness escape from my vagina, and I sighed quietly in spite of my indignancy.

“Now,” the doctor said calmingly. “You’ll feel a slight pressure as the liquid enters.”

I gasped as I felt the liquid rush into my bowels. I began to feel like I had to go to the bathroom and started to struggle in earnest now.

“That’s enough, Mrs. Harris,” the nurse said abruptly, pressing my upper body back down onto the table. “You are not being hurt. You are going to have to repeat this procedure three times per week to start the healing process. If this episiotomy remains open much longer, you could have severe consequences.” I squirmed again, and the nurse’s other hand landed sharply on one buttock, almost like a spank, and she held me still, forcefully. “You need to relax. An enema can be a pleasant experience if you do.”

I snorted in denial, even though my vagina was growing moister by the minute. “I don’t know how anyone could relax with this filthy, obscene procedure going on,” I exclaimed loudly. I started to feel more urgent cramping now. “Let me up, I must use the restroom.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” the nurse said menacingly. “You’re going to lay here like a good girl and let the enema do its work.” She patted my bottom cheek as the doctor removed the nozzle from my now clenched bottom. I squirmed uncomfortably at the unaccustomed feelings in my bowel. And, I realized belatedly, in my ­ uh ­ female organs as well. As I lay there with my bottom over my head, I not only felt stirrings in my vagina, but both of my nipples tightened as well. The longer I waited, the more intense these naughty feelings grew, and soon, I moaned at the overwhelming sensations. “Just relax, Mrs. Harris,” the nurse said calmly. “Just two minutes left.”

“I’m going to go and talk to Mr. Harris for a minute,” the doctor said quietly. “Will you be OK Mary?”

“Sure.” The nurse said cheerfully, as I squirmed against the assault on my senses. She patted my bottom gently. “We’ll be just fine. You go talk to him.”

After another minute or so, the nurse rotated the table to its upright position. She unbuckled the support strap and helped me to my feet. Since my knees had gotten somewhat shaky, she held my elbow as I minced my way to the restroom. “Take your time, dear.” She said as she closed the door.

I rushed over to the toilet and sat quickly as a stream of water started leaking out of my bottom. I whimpered as I relaxed and let the water rush out. Deep in my vagina, the shuddering built to an earth-shattering orgasm, even as the water continued to flow. Slowly, I came back to myself as I breathed deeply. Surprised at the intensity of the experience, I mentally stashed the feelings away with the other forbidden evils of my dirty mind. I rushed to clean myself, and hurried back into the examination room.

The doctor was back with a strange little smile on his face, as though he was holding a secret. When he saw me, he gestured back to the examination table. “OK, We’ll apply a little of this cream, then you can head on home.”

My face reddened again as I bent back over the examination table. The doctor spread my bottom cheeks apart. “Now, you’ll want to apply this cream three times per day. Use about a half inch ribbon,” he demonstrated by squirting the cream onto his index finger. “Then, you need to gently massage the cream onto the outside and slightly inside the anus.” He rubbed the cream firmly against the sphinctster, then pushed his finger into my bottom and rubbed in a gentle circle around the entire interior of my anus. I shivered as my nipples unexpectedly hardened and my clitoris tingled. He removed his finger, and I caught myself just before I sighed aloud. It was a real comfort when I was told that I could finally replace my clothes. The doctor and nurse said they’d wait for me in the doctor’s office.

When I arrived, freshly clothed, to the office, I found them earnestly talking to my husband. As I walked into the office, the doctor smiled. “OK, Mrs. Harris. Your husband has your prescriptions. I expect to see a vast improvement in your condition when you come back here in two weeks.”

“Come back?” I exclaimed in horror. “You mean we have to do this again?”

My husband smiled and patted my arm. “Don’t worry honey,” he said with a gleam in his eye. “I’ll be right behind you to help you every step of the way!”

On the way home, we stopped at the drugstore to pick up my prescription. To my embarrassment, my husband also got a huge enema bag and a large tube of K-Y jelly. Not only that, but he even talked to the pharmacist for about ten minutes about enema methodologies. I’m sure I blushed all the way to my toes by the time they finished. He was so disgustingly enthusiastic about the whole concept that I had to say something when we got to the car.

“How dare you embarrass me like that in the store!” I demanded furiously. “Have you no decency at all!”

He turned to me with an angry glint in his eye. “Embarrass you? I was discussing a medical procedure with a professional. The doctor explained just how serious your condition could get if we don’t treat it properly. I for one, am going to make damn sure that it gets treated properly ­ whether you approve or not.” He turned back to attend to his driving, so I just stewed all the way home.

After lunch, Jack told me to go rub on my medicine like the doctor told me. I glared slightly at him, but picked up the tube and took it to the bathroom with me. I opened the box and looked at the instructions, but the obscene pictures made me uncomfortable. Finally, I just used the toilet and left the restroom.

About a half-hour later, Jack came out of the bathroom with the tube in his hand and his brow furrowed angrily. “I thought you went in to use this,” he said flatly.

I stammered “Of course I did.”

His eyes narrowed. Wordlessly he unscrewed the lid and showed me the intact seal inside. I swallowed at the anger in his eyes at my deliberate lie. He grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me into our room. “When you get medical procedures to follow, I expect you to follow them. I’ll show you just how easy it is.”

He sat on our bed. Holding the tube in front of him, he said, “First, you break the seal.” He did that efficiently. “Next, you pull down your pants and panties.” He reached over and grabbed the waistband of my shorts, then yanked them to my knees.

I made an ineffectual grab as my panties were lowered as well. “You do NOT want to play that game right now,” he said firmly. “There are other things that can happen to bared bottoms. Step three, you bend over.” With that, he bent me double and leaned me across his knees. I blushed further, feeling like a bad girl about to get a well-deserved spanking. “Now, you squeeze some of this cream onto your fingertip. Open your bottom-cheeks, like so” he demonstrated efficiently. Embarrassed, I moved to escape the prying hands.

SMACK!!

The force of the slap on my bottom caused me to drop fully across his lap. “Don’t even THINK of leaving before we’re done. This is necessary for your own good. If I have to blister your fanny before you decide to let my put the cream on, I will.” I was reaching behind me and rubbing ruefully at the stinging handmark on my butt. “Good!” he exclaimed. “Since your hand is already back here, YOU can hold your butt-cheeks apart.”

When I didn’t jump to do his bidding, his voice turned somewhat dangerous. “Well, I suppose that I could spank you until you do it ­ and I GUARANTEE you will do it.”

“No .. no I’ll do it,” I whispered quickly, surprised - and a bit intrigued - by my husband’s sudden forcefulness. I reached behind me and slowly pulled my bottom apart for him.

“Much better,” he said happily. “Now all that’s left is to rub on the cream.” The cold cream made me flinch a little when it first touched my bottomhole. He gently rubbed it around, causing a little flutter in my ‘girl parts’. When he gently pushed his finger into my bottom, my nipples hardened and the flutter became a little more distinct. He took his time, rotating his finger around much more than the doctor had. He even moved his finger in and out a couple of knuckles worth, causing me to gasp with the unexpected ­ pleasant ­ sensations. Just when I was wondering if he would ever stop, he did, slowly pulling his finger from my bottom. He patted my upthrust butt gently. “Good girl. You see, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Embarrassed again, I scrambled off of his lap. He grinned widely as I bent over to retrieve my pants and panties. Blushing madly, I nearly ran from the room.

That night, before bed, he did it again.

I actually managed to apply the medicine myself all three times the next day. My husband was his kind and polite self, and things were back to normal. Saturday, my folks picked up the kids to take them to a local carnival and my hubby and I were left alone to entertain ourselves.

Jack and I had some very enjoyable ‘adult’ time for a couple of hours, but then the realities of the weekend chores started to intrude. We washed the dishes together and started laundry. Things were going real well, until he mentioned that he had to go to the hardware store for the rest of the materials for the bookcases he was building. Well that wasn’t so bad, the bad part was when he told me to use the time he was gone to give myself the enema. I blushed and stammered as I tried to respond to such a rude suggestion. He frowned slightly and told me that I could always wait until he got back so he could help me with the procedure. Suddenly, I bristled and told him that I was quite capable of doing THAT myself. I swear that I heard him chuckle as he turned away.

As I heard him drive off, I morosely took the bag full of supplies with me into the bathroom. Dumping the bag onto the top of the counter, I grimaced at the unfamiliar boxes that tumbled out. With trembling fingers, I opened the box that contained the enema bag and equipment. Using two fingers, I dumped the whole apparatus into the sink and washed it thoroughly with hot soapy water. As soon as I was sure that it was clean and rinsed completely, I hung the bag on the shower curtain rod.

Blushingly, I read the instructions for use of the ‘bag’ and ‘nozzle’. They even had some perfectly obscene pictures showing how to do the process to yourself and others. Shaking my head, I picked up the box of soap that the doctor had given me. A small bottle of something called ‘castille soap’ fell out into my hand with the small instruction booklet. Trying to ignore the purpose of the soap, I mixed the solution like the booklet recommended. Testing the temperature of the mixture, I was suddenly brought back to reality. I was supposed to put this stuff in my … bottom. Hands shaking even more, I spread K-Y jelly on the nozzle.

“No way!” I said aloud, shaking my head. I was not going to do this. They couldn’t make me do this. In a fit of inspiration, I turned to the shower and pushed aside the curtain. Perfect. I could dump this stuff down the shower and nobody would be the wiser. I aimed that perfectly horrible nozzle at the shower drain and reached up to unclamp the valve. I giggled a little as the soapy water jetted out to spray on the wall. Pretending I was male, I moved the hose closer to my crotch and aimed the flow towards the drain, when suddenly the flow stopped. Irritated, I looked towards the clamp and saw this big, hairy paw protecting it.

I let out a little shriek and started moving away, until I recognized that the ‘paw’ was actually Jack’s hand.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked quietly.

Blushing and stammering, I told him that he had no right to sneak up on me like that. He lifted his eyebrows slightly in warning, but I blundered right on. “Jack, you know I don’t like it when you come into the bathroom when I’m in here. Besides, you scared me, what if I’d hurt you or something.”

“What were you doing with the enema solution?” Jack asked quietly, ignoring my tirade.

“Uh .. nothing,” I said, unable to meet his eyes.

“The doctor explained that you had to do this twice to three times per week until the episiotomy incision healed up like it should.”

I was getting real tired of this. “That doctor can’t make me do this. It’s disgusting and dirty and .. well, I just won’t.”

Jack looked at me with his lips clenched. “Listen, you need to do it. The incision…..”

“No!” I interrupted, angrily. “It’s my body, and I’m not going to do it. The doctor can’t make me do it and you won’t either. Nobody’s going to touch my butt.”

Something snapped in Jack. “We’ll see about that,” he muttered as he grabbed my arm.

“What!!??” I shrieked as he dragged me across the bathroom and shut the toilet lid. “Let go of me!”

“We’re going to have a little discussion first,” Jack said sternly sitting down.

“I will not talk about this!” I started loudly until he suddenly bent me, face down, across his knees. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!?”

“Getting ready for our discussion,” Jack said more calmly as he lifted my nightshirt up over my hips. When I felt his hands in the waistband of my panties, I shrieked again.

“Let me go, you bastard!” I shouted as he pinned my reaching hand to my lower back.

“Tsk-tsk, such language,” he chided as he slowly pulled my panties down to my knees. Furiously, I fought him until..

SMACK!!

I howled as his palm slapped hard against my bottom. “Don’t you touch me,” I yelled, frantically.

Whack!!

“Oww! You son of a bitch, let me ..”

SMACK!!

“I can see we’re going to have to adopt a stronger vocabulary!” Jack said reaching over me to the counter. “Let’s see if this makes my point!” he continued over my screaming tirade. My eyes went wide as I saw him lift my hairbrush over his head.

“No, don’t!” I yelled in vain as he snapped the brush towards my bared bottom.

CRACK!!!

I yelped as the hairbrush smacked hard. The pain ricocheted through my body, before it settled into an unbelievable burn on my right bottom cheek. Before I could even get enough breath to say anything, he smacked me again. Smiling a bit at the resultant howl, he nodded as he raised his hand another time. Again and again, Jack cracked the brush against my stinging bottom. Before I knew it, I heard myself sobbing and begging him to stop. He ignored my pleas and kept pounding the smooth back of the hairbrush against my welted flesh.

“Please Jack! Please” I sobbed. “Owww! No more ­ no more! Aiiiiiee! Stop! Ohhhh! PLEASE!!! Yowwwww! I’ll be good! Wahhhhh!”

Soon, I was making no sense at all. The butt blistering continued and all I could do is howl and try to squirm to avoid the spanks. I felt my legs kicking out with each fiery crack, but Jack didn’t stop. I tried to twist away, he just grasped me tighter and the spanks got even harder. Finally, all I could to is cry.

I don’t know how long I laid across Jack’s lap before I realized that he had stopped spanking me. When I realized it was over, I tried to stand. Only to discover that I was still firmly being held in position.

“Now”, Jack said firmly, “Are you going to listen to me?” When I didn’t respond, he gave me a half dozen firm smacks across my blistered ass-cheeks. After a minute or so, he tried again. “Are you ready to listen?”

“Yes! Yes!” I howled, anxious to avoid more swats to my burning bottom.

“Much better!” he said calmly. “The doctor says that your episiotomy has not healed properly because you ignored your OB-GYN’s instructions. He also told me that if you don’t get this healed soon, he may have to put you on a colostomy bag and bypass your anus until it is healed. Would you rather get an enema, or be forced to carry your excrement around with you in a bag because you don’t want your butt touched?”

I hadn’t realized that it was that serious. “It’s that bad?” I whispered up from the floor.

“Yes it is. Another couple of months, the infection could have required hospitalization.”

“Oh.” I said intelligently. “I guess I can do the ­ uh ­ enema.” I admitted quietly.

“Good decision.” Jack shifted his grip in me slightly as he reached for something. I squirmed until I could see him squeezing some K-Y jelly on his finger. I tried to protest, but he ignored me and started rubbing the lubricant on my bottom-hole. Soon, he had me squirming more as he slowly pushed his finger past the opening and massaged the greasy stuff inside my anus. The fire in my buttocks and the finger slowly pumping in and out of my bottom triggered some intense feelings elsewhere as well. My bottom gyrations became less frantic and more- well ­ sensual as Jack continued his gentle movements. A low, guttural moan escaped my lips as, knuckle by knuckle, the finger slowly withdrew. Jack’s free hand gently patted my stinging bottom as he chuckled slightly.

I wasn’t left free to contemplate his chuckle for long, however. He reached back across me to retrieve the enema nozzle from where I’d dropped it into the tub. I gasped as the cold plastic slowly entered my rectum. Jack seemed to want the nozzle in exactly the right place before he began, because he worked the nozzle in and out several times as I tried to regain my composure. Soon, I could stand it no more, and, seemingly of its own accord, my bottom started rising to meet the nozzle’s thrusts. I whimpered slightly as my nipples crinkled and my vagina spasmed with the assault on my bottom.

Finally, he was satisfied with the nozzle position, and released the clamp. Primed as I was, this time the experience was much more sensual than in the doctor’s office. I moaned with pleasure as the fluid rushed into my bowels. My bottom writhed obscenely, and I felt my own juices leak from my pussy in response to the stimulation. Since I was, in fact, being forced to undergo this ‘procedure’, my body fully relaxed and accepted it with enjoyment. I was actually kind of glad that Jack still held me firmly, because even though the sensations were VERY pleasant, I still thought those feelings were ‘bad’.

After an eternity, Jack slowly withdrew the tube from my bottom. When I again tried to get up, he said “Relax. You’ve got to let this set for about five minutes, so you might as well do it here.” He chuckled. “Besides, I like the view.”

Blushing again, I capitulated.

“You really do have a nice bottom,” Jack said while rubbing those cheeks softly. “I’ve loved looking at it since the day we met. If you only knew how many times I’ve just wanted to sit there, playing with it caressing it.” While he spoke, he rubbed his hand around on my still stinging bottom. When I tried to squirm, he tightened his grip on my wrist, then continued to let his other hand wander. I moaned as his fingers roamed between my legs to my exposed pussy. “Ohhh!” he said as if discovering treasure. “Now how did this ever get so wet?” he wondered aloud. “You had better watch out or you may just end up enjoying this!” he chided, gently. “Well,” he said in a normal voice. “Time’s up.”

For a second, I didn’t understand when he finally released my wrist. Then suddenly, before he could change his mind, I jumped off of his lap. He stood like a true gentlemen, then, grinning, lifted the lid so that I could use the toilet.

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Try to relax for me, Anne.”

“I’m trying.”

“Take deep breaths and allow the medication I gave you to work.”

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Dr. Robert J. Chandler looked down at the young woman on his examination table and waited patiently for the relaxant to work its magic.

Anne was an attractive, petite and beautifully blond twenty-two year old. She had recently wed one of the Doctor’s very wealthy school chums, Samuel L. Turner. Sam was older than Anne and more experienced sexually. Many of Robert’s patients were the newly married and neurotically naive wives of wealthy entrepreneurs. Naturally, when Sam called him and asked for help, he obliged.

“She’s so goddamn fucking inhibited, Bob!” Sam had complained, “I can’t do a damn thing with her! My God! I think she’s frigid! Please, you got help me!”

“Is she a virgin, Sam? Perhaps you’re hurting her?”

“Hell no, she’s not a virgin! She’s been married once before. She’d just turned eighteen when her cherry was broken!”

Robert had put his hand over the phone to cover-up his chuckling and then facetiously added, “Are you pressing all the right buttons, Sam? Perhaps you need to brush up on a little technique?”

“Regular wise guy, aren’t you? Listen I’ve tried a few things. She doesn’t respond! It’s like she’s fucking dead or something! She just lays there.”

“Ok Sam, take it easy. It sounds to me like her natural desires need to be tapped and drawn out. That’s all.”

“Whatever it takes, Bob! Please, just do what has to be done! I’ll be indebted to you for the rest of my life if you can help us out with this problem!”

“Sure Sam, anything for a fellow alumnus.”

Anne was Sam’s third wife and he wanted desperately to make a success of what he hoped would be his final marriage. Robert empathized with Sam since he knew all too well what it had been like to live with and be married to a passionless woman. His thoughts were pulled back into the moment.

“Where’s Sam?” Anne asked softly.

“He’s in the other room, sweetheart.”

She looked fearfully over to see what had been placed on the treatment tray. There was a large, open jar of lubricant, pairs of plastic gloves, disposable anal and vaginal speculums and several other rather scary items. Robert’s fingers would be the primary probes in the beginning but he’d decided that a few different sized vibrating dildos might prove beneficial at the end.

“I want Sam.” She repeated.

“I’ll call your husband in here when the time is right.”

She gave another fearful look at the metal tray.

“But….”

“Hush now, Anne. You promised your husband and me that you would behave yourself.”

Anne watched curiously, as he walked over to the medical cabinet. When she saw him return with some different sized anal probes, her eyes began to tear up and widen in dread.

She asked with a whimper.

“Are you going to stick those up inside me too?”

“Yes, Anne, I am.” He answered tranquilly.

Her head swiftly shook from side to side.

“No, no,” she sobbed.

“Quiet down, Anne.” He answered her calmly again. “You were told that you were going to receive an extensive vaginal and rectal exam. I also told you that both examinations wouldn’t hurt.”

Her sobs became a little bit louder.

It was Anne’s first visit to him and Robert was beginning to think that he had dismissed Claire, his broad-minded nurse, too early. Perhaps it would have been better for Anne, if Claire had stayed to hold her hand and encourage her during his unorthodox but very thorough procedures.

“Now Anne, let’s have none of that. Everything that’s about to happen to your body was explained to you beforehand. Remember?”

“Yes, I remember,” she whimpered.

In spite of the long conversation they’d had before the exam, he knew Anne felt that this whole scenario was bizarre. She was still uneasy at having finally caved-in and given her consent to have the doctor examine her but she didn’t want to see her new marriage go up in smoke. Even though she was at first reluctant, it was evident to Robert that she was committed to do everything possible to avoid losing her husband. Of course Sam’s insistence and threats had been persuasive. What choice did she have? Sam was worth nearly a half a billion dollars and that was something no woman was about to give up.

Shushing her quietly, Robert walked to the head of the exam table and stretched Anne’s arms up over her shoulders and guided her hands to grab onto the two raised steel bars that lay on either side above her head. Anne looked up at the mirrored ceiling and gazed at the reflection of her outspread nakedness.

“Hold onto these tightly Anne. I want your arms and hands to stay in this position, until I tell you its okay to let go. Do you understand?”

She nodded yes, as he looked down on her tearstained face. Robert’s voice was gentle and soothing

“That’s a good girl.”

Robert could have chosen to be more forceful with her, but he didn’t want her to become any more frightened than she already was. With that thought in mind, he walked to the end of the table and looked reassuringly at her in an attempt to keep her calm. Silently he stretched plastic gloves over his hands and then began to generously coat his covered fingers with a brownish lubricating gel.

For this first part of the exam, Anne was placed in a reclining position with her hips and legs raised up, high in the air and spread widely apart. Later, he would place her on her stomach with her buttocks in a very elevated position for the second part of the examination. The latter segment of the exam was always Robert’s personal favorite, for that entailed the use of his gloved fingers and his different sized anal dilators. These allowed for a very thorough probing of the patient’s rectal cavity. Sam, like so many husbands, had specifically requested he perform this careful procedure on his wife. He, with Robert’s help, wanted this part of her anatomy to become stretched as well as erotically excited. The aim, of course, was to instill in her a desire to have anal sex.

“That’s it, sweetheart, keep focusing on me and relax.”

Robert smiled down at the nude, young girl who was under his complete charge. Her lavish breasts were slightly flattened from the outstretched placement of her arms, but the large brownish aureoles surrounding her pearl sized nipples still puckered and crinkled up nicely in the air. From where he was standing she looked delectable. It was the unlimited control he had over her pretty body that was so gratifying. In this splayed open position she was so lusciously vulnerable.

“Now, Anne, I want you to try and center your mind only on the lower part of your body and the stimulation you’re about to feel and receive from me.”

In spite of her apprehension, Anne wanted to be praised by Robert. Lifting her head slightly off the exam table, she spoke.

“I was good for the nurse before.”

“I know, Anne.” He answered calmly as he applied more gel to his gloved fingers. “I’m very proud of you.”

“I took care of myself before coming. You know…the enemas.” She added hesitantly. “Sam even supervised. Why did I have to have so many additional ……”

He interrupted her question for this was a critical moment for both of them. It was important that she not dwell on anything that was previously negative or uncomfortable.

“That’s true. You were very good.” He soothed. “Claire told me that you didn’t put up a fuss.”

‘What a beautiful submissive she’s going to make.’ He thought secretly.

“But we had to insure that you were really clean inside for this examination. Try to dismiss that all from your mind now, sweetie. Close your eyes and think how good you’re going to feel in just a little while?”

Anne liked Robert’s gentle, low husky voice and sweet endearments. As with all his other patients, it was helping Anne to feel more at ease and less afraid.

His comely patient had been placed upon her back naked on a gynecological type examination table with different style stirrups. Unlike the usual stirrups used for holding just the feet on a customary gynecologist’s exam table, these were for holding up the patient’s knees under their folds. Robert preferred this exaggerated pose over the other for better access.

With few changes of his own, the table had been specially designed for him and modeled after the antique medical examination tables of a hundred years ago. The lower end of the padded top had two very widely placed high metal posts that were attached to two corners of the broad table along with a raised surface underneath the pad at the far end. At the top of each tall post was a padded hoop for the patient’s foot and leg to go through and hang out of. Now Anne’s raised thighs and folded legs were stretched wide open at an imposing height.

With the touch of his foot, a bright surgical light was switched on to focus on Anne’s lower body. The bottom half of her was so smooth, rosy and clean. Just the way he liked it.

“The nurse shaved you well, Anne.”

Her hairless pussy was pouty and tight and the pink rosebud of her anus looked ready to be stretched wide open by his capable fingers. Robert carefully brought his hands down and touched the outer surface of her vulva ever so lightly. Her body flinched and she gave out a soft moaning plea.

“Oh please…please don’t hurt me.,” she begged.

He reassured her gently.

“I have no intention of hurting you, Anne. My goal here is to make you feel erotically good and to help better acquaint you with your own body.”

“Yes, yes,” she answered breathlessly.

“You want to please your husband, don’t you Anne?”

“Yes, I want to be a good, dutiful wife. Help me to be everything he wants me to be.”

Robert’s deep voice was like a mild narcotic, his behavior attentive, as he stationed himself in-between her stretched out limbs.

“I can and I will, Anne. But first you need to listen and follow my directions. You think you can do that?”

Looking back up at him through her spread thighs, she meekly replied,

“Yes, I’ll try.”

“That’s a good girl.” He paused a moment to study her face. As was common, she was scared. He thought it always important to put his patients at ease and tell them everything that was going to be done to their bodies in advance. “I’m going to first examine your outer labia, Anne. I want you take deep breaths. This will help reduce your fears and anxiety.”

At first, he allowed his greasy fingers to gently slide up and down along the outer part of the vaginal slit and barely between its soft lips. He stroked her from her clitoris down to the entrance of her anal tunnel and back. This was done for a few minutes to help her get accustomed to his gentle touch. Every few seconds Robert would look over and make eye contact with her then go back to his arousing massage. After a few minutes went by, a sweet, musky aroma began to fill the air of the examining room. It was the scent of Anne’s arousal. Sam was wrong. His wife was not frigid. Her excited reaction was normal. This thrilled Robert greatly, for he unmistakably knew that this would enable her pinnacle of pleasure to come quicker.

“That’s it, Anne. You’re responding beautifully.”

He proceeded to gently separate one of the four folds of tissue that make up the external female genitalia.

“Oh,” she groaned.

“It’s all right Anne,” he said soothingly. She had shut her eyes. “Look at me, Anne, for just a moment and listen to what I’m saying.” Her eyes were still shut. “Anne!”

Her eyes flew open.

“Yes.” She answered breathlessly.

“When I’m finished examining each labium you’ll next feel my fingers entering your insides. When that occurs, I want you to breathe in deeply and then slowly out. Try doing that throughout the entire procedure. The more you loosen up, Anne, the more you will enjoy the sensations.”

“All right, but you said you would do a pap smear too.”

“That’s true Ann. After this, I’ll do a routine gynecological exam on you just like we discussed.”

Anne trustingly looked up at him and nodded her head. She wanted to obey. She silently kept telling herself that she was doing this for her husband and for the preservation of their marriage. She tightly shut her eyes again and bit down on her lower lip in nervous anticipation

The more he teased her with his labium massage the more her swollen vagina oozed thick girl cream. The scent from her natural discharge was becoming overpowering in the small chamber. Her bodily response reaffirmed to him again that she was a healthy, normal woman. He decided it was the time to go further. Gradually he sank his greasy fingers simultaneously up into her rectum and vagina.

She gasped loudly,

“Oh my god!”

No one had ever done this to her body before. Not even her first husband. It was shameless but once over her shock, she began to like it.

Her vaginal and anal muscles still felt tight. This annoyed Robert.

“Relax Anne. Don’t make me ask you again.” He scolded.

She gulped in a mouthful of air and then replied.

“I’m sorry.”

Slowly he worked his fingers in and out of both orifices. Her body began to slacken and this pleased him.

“That’s better, sweetie. Keep it up”

“Where’s Sam?” She hazily asked.

“He’s watching you, Anne, from the other room on a TV monitor.”

“I want Sam!” She faintly pleaded, as she looked up at the image of her naked body on the mirrored ceiling.

“Don’t you want to show Sam what an obedient girl you are?”

“Please, I want Sam.” she sniveled.

She wanted Sam here close by her side to share the new found pleasure she was feeling. Robert decided to ignore her plea and continued his probing. After a few minutes of slow palpating, her openings began to nicely widen and he was able to work three fingers up inside each fissure. All that was heard now was her moaning and low grunting.

‘Excellent, He thought.’ After a few more visits she’ll be geared for fisting.’

“Do you like what’s happening to your body, Anne?”

She was more out of breath now than before but she managed an answer.

“Yes, Yes I do.”

She began to roll her head from side to side.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, don’t stop!”

Jack delightedly smiled.

“That’s a good girl.”

He kept this up until he felt she was ready for the next mode of stimulation. After a few more minutes, her sopping cunt, soft whines and curling toes told him she was more than ready. Like all the others, she was reacting splendidly to his careful and skillful manipulation. Another button on the floor was pushed down with his foot and a small vibrating device drifted down from the mirrored ceiling to hover over Anne’s private parts. It was then strategically lowered just enough to barely touch Anne’s clitoris. Her hairless pussy jerked upwards slightly from its tap and a wee whimper escaped from her mouth.

“It’s OK, Anne. You’re going to like this part as well.”

Another button was pushed under the exam table and a quiet oscillating buzz was soon heard. As the small device stimulated her reddening kernel of pleasure, Robert’s fingers once again were submerged deeply into her anal and vaginal openings. In and out went his able fingers, first slowly then at a quicker pace. He was adept when it came to a woman’s body. It was only a matter of time. He knew from experience that she would respond to him in an electrifying way. He was right. He could feel her anal and vaginal muscles squeeze tightly around his submerged fingers. The inside muscles of her thighs began to tighten and her upper torso began to move erotically.

“Oh my God!” she cried out again.

“What a well-behaved girl you are!” Robert turned his head and looked up to give the camera a quick smiling glance and a wink. “You’re making Sam a very happy man today Anne.”

“Yes! Yes!”

She was loud. He shifted his head to look down towards her through sprawled out legs.

“That’s it, Anne, scream as loud as you want. There’s no one here to hear you but Sam and I.”

Anne’s neck and back arched convulsively. Her arm muscles stretched tautly and her small hands clenched tightly to the metal bars above her head. Her folded knees lifted up with painted toes pointed in midair. The room filled with the smell of sweat, cum, and squeals of pleasure. Then to Robert’s delight, short squeals of enjoyment were replaced with continuous screams of ecstasy. This was the physical rhapsody that every woman enjoyed. As always, he was responsible for this joy and he reveled in it. God, how he loved his job!

It was a routine physical at the health center of the company that was
giving me a job. I got there early in the morning and was the first
patient there.

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The receptionist took me to an examination room where I waited. Finally
a woman entered who identified herself as a “nurse-practitioner” who was
going to give me the physical.

Strangely enough, I was a little nervous over getting a checkup from a
woman-every other examination I had ever had had been done by a man. But
still it made me a bit less self-conscious knowing I would not have a
strange man seeing me naked. Not that I ever had any real trouble like
that during checkups, but well, I digress.

Well, the woman was friendly and professional and gave me an examination
very much like those I’d had before. Then she asked me to get dressed
and return to the reception area.

I was glad that it was over though it hadn’t really been that bad. When
I got back to the reception area, besides the receptionist and the nurse
practitioner, there was another woman, a nurse who hadn’t been there
before. She was talking to the nurse practitioner, but after I
approached and the nurse practitioner turned to talk to me, this nurse
turned and saw me.

Something made me watch her-actually it was that she was absolutely
beautiful-blonde, with the face and figure of a model.

She also had a look about her-a look of assurance that made me nervous.
She looked briefly in my eyes, then I saw her eyes go down and look at
my chest for a second. You might think this strange, but I am used to it
from both men and women: I have rather large breasts.

Of course a lot of men like that, but though it is nice to be noticed
which always turns me on just a touch, at the same time it makes me very
self-conscious. Her eyes returned to mine, then she interrupted the
nurse- practitioner and drew her away and they talked in low voices.

After a minute, the nurse-practitioner came back and told me to go with
the nurse for the rest of my physical. The nurse told me to follow her
and I followed her to a different examination room. I was surprised
because it had seemed that my physical was over. Well, when I entered
the room, she shut the door and told me to takeoff my blouse. This
surprised me even more since it didn’t seem logical for them to ask me
to undress two times for the physical.

Also, she stood there watching me, which was weird. I hadn’t really
thought of it previous to that, but medical personnel usually let me
undress in privacy. She just stood there watching as I unbuttoned the
blouse and slipped it off. Then she told me to take of my bra. She spoke
in a businesslike voice, almost impersonal-I preferred at least a hint
of friendliness to go along with the professionalism. I took off my bra
and she had me stand right in the center of the room.

Then she had me put my hands on top of my head and she stood right in
front of me, face to face. I was immediately aware of her perfume. She
looked down at my breasts, took one in her hand and felt around it with
her fingers. This was making me much more self- conscious than
usual-maybe it was how close she was, or that I was standing like that,
or her incredible beauty, or her perfume.

Then she gave the other breast the same examination. Then she put one
hand under each breast and sort of hefted them a little as if feeling
their weight. I started getting really self-conscious. After a minute or
so, she allowed them to sit in their natural position again and started
softly rubbing them starting from underneath and going up to my nipples.
I realized that I was getting a little turned on and I struggled to hide
it! Imagine, getting turned on during a physical examination!

Well, after a couple of minutes, she stopped, stood back, and told me to
take off my skirt and everything else down to my panties. This time she
left the room while I continued my undressing which was a relief. She
returned a minute later, but I was ready, sitting on the examination
table. With her came the receptionist!

At least I had assumed she was a receptionist, but soon I realized the
nurse had brought her to assist with the examination. The nurse had me
return to the center of the floor and she told me to remove my panties.

After I did that, she had me put my hands on top of my head again. Let
me tell you, it was weird standing like that in front of those two
women. Then she gave the receptionist a rubber glove and told her to put
it on. When the receptionist had the glove on, the nurse put K.Y. jelly
on her index finger.

Then she came to me, circled around behind me and dabbed some K.Y. jelly
on my rear hole! The receptionist came around behind me too, and soon I
felt her finger right on my rear hole, probing its way in! Soon she had
her finger plugged in and she was standing right behind me so close I
could feel her breath and smell her perfume too. I couldn’t believe it.

Then the nurse came around in front of me, and put her hands lightly on
my breasts again, rubbing the nipples lightly. Then her hands passed
lightly down from my breasts, down my stomach, right to the top of my
sex! Her fingers lightly touched the top of my cunt and then she ran her
hands back up to my breasts, then started repeating that motion. You
can’t believe how self- conscious I felt. I also definitely got turned
on and felt like a pervert for getting turned on during a medical
examination.

What would they think of me if they noticed? I struggled to hide it as
best I could and kept my breathing pretty steady, considering my state.
It seemed like forever that she did that. While she was doing it, the
nurse-practitioner walked in. She looked at me and I thought I saw a
little amusement on her face, but I must have been mistaken. Well, the
nurse stopped her examining and walked over to the nurse- practitioner
who handed her something-a camera I noticed, an instant type camera.

The nurse-practitioner left and the nurse stood back and took a picture
of me! She told me it was for my medical records, then she took another
one from my side! Needless to say, I was embarrassed by having my
picture taken naked with my hands on top of my head, but I couldn’t
understand why they did it when the receptionist was so close behind me,
with her finger obviously inside me. And when she took the picture from
the side of us, it would be obvious in the picture exactly what was
happening!

After that, the nurse came back in front of me. She came up just inches
away from me again and looked right into my face and told me to look
straight in her eyes. Then she lightly ran her fingers up and down my
cunt. I was aware of her perfume again and the closeness of that sexy
body. I just knew my legs would buckle and I would moan out loud, but I
kept it to myself as best I could. It seemed like forever, but right
when I was about to break down, she finally stopped. She told me to get
dressed and receptionist removed her finger from inside me.

They stood there talking to each other while I dressed and they often
were watching me while they were talking. When I was done, they took me
back to the reception area. There were some more patients in the waiting
room then and the receptionist started taking names. The nurse told me I
needed a follow-up visit in two weeks, but they had no time to schedule
me. She told me that they would stay late one evening and I should come
at 6PM.

I agreed, thankful that they were willing to go out of their way for my
benefit. Well, I have gotten really nervous about that follow-up visit:
a couple of nights after that first visit, I dreamed about those two.

Since then, I can’t help myself: when I masturbate, I think about lying
between those two women, on my side with the receptionist behind me with
her finger in my rear and the nurse lying in front of me in her nurse’s
uniform, kissing me!

I just know that if this follow-up visit includes either of them being
close to me that I will be all- the-more turned on. Since then, I’ve
started playing with my rear hole when I masturbate. My worst fear is
that I embarrass myself at the next visit by leaning over and kissing
the nurse-she would be disgusted with me and recognize me for the
pervert I am. I can’t stand it.

My new job is going fine, but somehow I get paranoid about those
pictures that the nurse took-I imagine my coworkers somehow getting to
see them! I would die if it happened-especially my new secretary who is
very efficient but seems a little snotty at times. I saw her looking at
a snapshot with some of the other women in our department and they
nonchalantly slipped it out of sight when they noticed me
approaching-and I can’t shake the irrational thought that it was one of
those pictures that the nurse took.

THE END

Your last visit to your doctor took place more than a year ago. Now it
was time for another routine checkup by the gynecologist. Much had
happened in the last year you had lost weight gained confidence in
yourself, and looked quite different.

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Your hair was longer, and you had
tinted it to a shade of red that made heads turn when you walked down
the street. Your makeup was more professional, too, and your eyes were
particularly outstanding - the soft black liner you used made their very
light blue color even more noticeable. Your style of dressing had become
more sensuous; you now favored clinging fabrics and close fitting slacks.

You wondered if the doctor would notice the change in you. He was very
handsome, you’d always thought - but very professional. As you sat in
the waiting room, you smiled to yourself, remembering the schoolgirl
crush you had always had on him. You figured it happened to almost every
woman - falling in love with her gynecologist - but your feeling hadn’t
dissipated. Here it was, a full year since you’d last visited him, and
you felt your heart beating faster just wondering if he still looked the
same. Talk about graying at the temples and all that! He had a
year-round tan which he maintained by skiing in the winter and sailing
in the summer. He was clean shaven and always looked spotless, with Paul
Newman blue eyes that added to his virile image. The short-sleeved
shirts he wore showed off his strong arms to their best advantage. The
nurse interrupted your daydreams by calling out your name. She led you
into one of the examining rooms where you were to remove all your
clothing. You started to disrobe but hadn’t quite finished when the door
opened and Doctor Gordon walked in There you were, in your bra, with one
foot in and one foot out of your bikini panties when you froze.

“Sorry,” he said, “I thought you were ready for me.”

“Uh, uh, that’s okay,” you muttered and hurried along.

Finishing quickly, you stood nude for a moment and thought you caught
him glance at you. You went up to the examining table and looked for the
robe that was usually there, but couldn’t find.

“Oh, I think we can dispense with that,” he said and offered you a hand
in getting up onto the table. “You seem to have reduced your weight
since I last examined you,” he remarked.

“Yes,” you said and silently cursed the blush that swept over you.

“No need to be embarrassed,” he said. “You look very well.”

“Thank you” was all you could think to say.

“Now move down to the end of the table and put your feet here,” he said.
He gently helped you move your hips to the edge as you got into position
for the examination. He began to professionally knead and prod your
breasts. As he finished, you could have sworn you felt his hand brush
past your nipples. But surely you must have imagined it…. Then he
moved down to the end of the table for the internal. He was very gentle
and thorough and asked several routine questions. Then his questions
took a different turn.

“How are your sexual responses?” he asked.

Although you were startled, he was, after all, your doctor, and you
assumed he wanted to know for some professional reason “Well, fine, I
guess.”

“Let’s see,” he said and then his finger was deep inside of you - deeper
than you thought was possible. He began to manipulate your insides and
asked, “Does this feel good?” The sensation from his fingering made you
feel fantastic and helpless at the same time. It started to grow and
grow but you didn’t know what to do about it. You didn’t want to be
lying there on his table with an orgasm about to erupt. “Relax,” he
said, his voice very soft now. “Do you feel like you’re going to have an
orgasm?”

“Well - yes,” you sputtered.

“Fine, fine,” he said, “Just see if you can relax and let it happen.”

“I don’t think I can,” you replied.

“Well, try. And I’ll help you.” So you closed your eyes and pretended
that you were not in a doctor’s office. And again the warm tingling
sensation began. His finger was working in you relentlessly. His body
was pressing on you so slightly as he leaned against the table. “Let it
happen,” he kept saying, “let yourself come….”

And then - you did. An orgasm rushed over your body, and you shivered
with the suddenness of it. But he didn’t stop. He kept moving his finger
and urging you to try once more.

“See if you can do it again,” he said and his voice was even more
hushed. “I’ll try something different now.” That same tantalizing finger
continued to excite you, but now his other hand moved against your
clitoris, gently at first, just brushing past it, back and forth. The
rhythm of both hands was hypnotizing - the back and forth pulsation of
one while the other teased your clitoris. And then there was something
wet and soft at your clit, and you realized that it was his mouth and he
was licking you. You didn’t know whether to jump off the table or to
protest or what. So you kept your eyes closed and let him go on.

His tongue on the outside and his finger inside, were taking you higher
and higher. You felt the licking increase in intensity - your clitoris
hardened, your body tensed, and you knew you were about to come again.
You were moving to meet his tongue and his finger, and you heard soft
purring sounds escape from deep within you. Suddenly you were into
another marvelous orgasm which went on forever because he wouldn’t stop
his licking and fingering. You kept coming until you couldn’t bear any
more.

Then he gently pulled out his finger and stopped with his mouth. You
opened your eyes and saw his face was very flushed. But his voice was
professional and crisp as he said, “Well, I think your responses are
fine, but you should really come in to see me about once a month, so I
can make sure everything continues this way.”

And he turned and left the room, leaving you to dress.

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Nancy, one of Dr. V.’s assistants took June into one of the rooms in the
back.
‘Ok, now get undressed and we’ll put you on the heat massage table.’
Nancy said pleasantly.
June stripped down to her chemise and pantyhose and started to lie down
on the table.
‘Wait a minute,’ Nancy said. ‘We are going to use a new procedure that
requires that you remove all your clothes and drink this.’

She handed her a cup with what looked like orange juice.

‘What’s this?’ June asked as she took the little cup and drained it.
‘It’s a new muscle stimulant. It will help the heat massager do it’s job
better.’ the pretty aide said matter of factly.
June shrugged and stripped naked. She felt a little uncomfortable
standing there totally nude in front of the aide.
‘Ok, now lie down and we’ll begin.’

As she lay down on the cool table her nipples immediately hardened into
little points. It felt good when Nancy applied the heat massager and
June soon drifted off to sleep.

June awoke with a start. She was no longer lying on the table, she was
sitting in a device she didn’t recognize. Her legs were spread and
strapped into stirrups and her arms were bound at her sides. She started
to speak and realized she was gagged. Her groggy attempts at speech were
unintelligible. Dr. V. was now standing next to her.

‘Well, I see you’ve come back,’ he said with a smile. The heat massage
has that effect on a lot of people. Also the muscle relaxant you drank
helped.’

‘That sneaky bitch,’ June thought as her pussy convulsed. ‘She drugged
me!’

The doctor was looking at her obscenely exposed and bound body. His hand
reached out and gently massaged her breasts and lightly pinched her
erect nips.

June moaned into the gag, she couldn’t believe what was happening to
her. She could feel her pussy juices dripping down her asscheeks as his
other hand busied itself with her clit. She remembered, with
embarrassment, that her husband had shaved her pussy the other night.
Her naked lips were there for all to see. Dr. V. seemed to like her nude
cuntlips as he probed and rubbed his hand all over her hairless little
mound.

‘My, my you seem to be getting excited rather quickly,’ he leered, ‘your
naked, little twat is leaking like a faucet. Somehow I thought you’d
respond well to this treatment.’

His hands left her body and she could see him reaching for something
above her head. She jumped (as much as she could) when he attached
little clamps to her nipples. The clamps had fishing line tied to them.
Her nipples stretched as the doctor tightened the lines. Her breathing
got heavier as she felt the pressure increase and then stay constant at
her tits. Two more clamps were clipped onto her pussy lips and they too
were then stretched open. The pressure at her cunt and tits was making
June horny. It hurt, but somehow she didn’t care anymore. Although she
was nervous she was beginning to hope he’d put something hard into her
exposed slit and relieve the building pressure inside. She wondered how
big his cock was.

‘Nancy, prepare her for the next step.’ he ordered.

Nancy appeared at the foot of the chair-like device. She was now clad in
a full latex body suit. Strategically placed holes exposed her firm
small tits with their large stiff nipples and her juicy, hairy pussy.
Her face moved between June’s spread thighs and she felt Nancy’s tongue
enter her spread cunt. She licked up and down, concentrating on her
clit. She then moved down and pushed her tongue into her puckered ass.
June again moaned through the gag as she felt the invader plunging in
and out of her grasping asshole.

‘That’s enough,’ the doctor said curtly, ‘I’m going to remove your gag,
if you wish to yell or scream no one will hear you in this sound-proofed
room. If you do however, I’ll be forced to punish you. Do you
understand?’

June nodded her head slowly. The gag was removed and Dr. V. had Nancy
unzip his fly. She reached in and pulled out his erect cock. She gave it
a quick kiss and then presented it to June ’s mouth.

‘Open your mouth and suck it.’

Considering her position she had no choice. His prick was throbbing and
leaking pre-come. It was about 9 inches long and fairly big around. She
opened her mouth wide and the doctor pressed the head of his dripping
prick into it.

‘Use your tongue.’ he ordered.

June wrapped her tongue around the veined shaft that was pressing deeper
into her waiting mouth. He began a slow fucking motion, pulling his cock
out until only the head remained between her lips and then driving it
back in. After a few minutes of this he pulled it completely out of her
mouth. A strand of his pre-come stretched from the head to her lips. He
wiped his slick rod off on her lips and cheeks.

‘Now for the next part of your treatment.’ he said with an evil grin.

He went to the end of the table and pulled out a device that looked like
a turkey baster. The doctor pushed the tip of the thing into her back
hole. He eased it slowly into her until 3 or 4 inches was buried in her
tight little bunghole. It felt hot as it traveled up her ass. He then
squeezed the bulb and the warm liquid it was filled with began spurting
into her ass. He worked the baster in and out of her hole. It seemed to
have been filled with some kind of oil. Her now slick asshole spasmed as
the hard plastic tube was removed. June could feel the oil dripping from
her anus. The doctor then pressed a butt plug into her spasming anus. It
locked securely in place.

‘Nancy, now it’s your turn,’ he said, ‘Do it.’

Nancy moved a lever on the chair and moved June down until her face was
level with the aide’s hairy pussy lips peeking out of the latex suit.
The latex clad beauty put a leg on either side of June ’s head so that
her dripping muff was directly over her face. Several drops splashed
against June’s eyes and nose. She then moved the lever again. The chair
moved back up and June ’s face was pressed tightly against Nancy’s cunt.
The horny aide rubbed her puss all over June’s face, her juices
glistened on her cheeks and mouth.

‘Open your mouth bitch and use your tongue.’ the aide gasped.

June tentatively stuck her tongue between the folds of the nurse’s hairy
lips and began lapping at her twitching cunthole. This was the first
woman June had ever had sex with. Nancy reached back and spread her ass
checks and pressed her asshole down on June’s nose as June continued to
lick her pink slit. June’s senses were overwhelmed by the combination of
odors of the hot aide.

She felt the butt-plug being pulled out of her stretched asshole. The
doctor began rubbing his hard-on against her well lubed anus. His cock
began to penetrate her and it slid easily into her tight tail until all
9 inches was buried and the doctor’s balls were slapping against her ass
cheeks. June began panting into the pussy that was still shoved against
her open mouth as Dr. V. worked his rod in and out of her now well
stretched asshole. June couldn’t see it, but the doctor had clipped
nipple clamps onto Nancy’s exposed, heaving titties. The lines were
attached to the same clamps that held June’s nips prisoner. The effect
was that each time Nancy moved the line would tighten and pull at both
of their squeezed and stretched nipples.

‘We call this our deep back massage,’ the doctor said with a laugh, ‘I
think you can feel why. I hope you are enjoying your treatment.’

He continued pumping his hard cock into her loosening ass. June could
feel it start to expand inside her and she knew he was about to shoot
his hot seed into her ravaged asshole. She could feel his come shooting
into her bowels. June normally didn’t like enemas but this sperm enema
was getting her hotter and hotter as he continued to pour his come into
her bound body. Nancy was starting to groan and her pussy began creaming
even more as she shuddered with an orgasm. Her body was wildly spasming,
causing the tit clamps to be pulled tightly. June opened her mouth to
yell and was treated to a downpour as the horny aide’s cunt juice filled
her mouth, drowning out her cries. The doctor removed Nancy’s nipple
clamps and moved the chair back down. He helped the weak-kneed aide move
off of June’s soaked face.

‘Now for the final phase of your treatment.’

June could see the doctor fiddling with some attachment between her
legs. Nancy went to a cabinet and removed a large prick shaped object.
It was enormous, fully 14 inches long and 3 inches in diameter. She
lubed the obscene organ with a suggestive stroking motion and handed it
to the doctor. He made some more adjustments and June suddenly felt the
end of the huge dildo pushed into the opening of her stretched cunt. Her
pussy twitched wildly as the large prick spread her cunt to the limit.
When the doctor had worked about 10 inches into her he flipped a switch.

‘Ohhhh, my god!’ was June ’s only response as the big fake dick began
throbbing in her cunt. She had never felt so full before.

The vibrations were only the beginning, however. It then started to pump
in and out of her outrageously stretched love tunnel. She could feel it
slide out leaving a couple of inches still buried in her and then slide
back in until it felt like the full length was crammed inside her.

‘We’ll be back in about 20 minutes to see how the treatment is going.’
the doctor said as they opened the door and walked out.

Meanwhile poor June was coming like gangbusters all over the throbbing
dildo. The orgasms seemed to go on forever, one after the other as the
pistoning rod surged relentlessly in and out of her pussy. June didn’t
think she could take 20 minutes of this, but she also didn’t have much
of a choice. Her body twitched wildly as she kept coming time after
time. After what seemed like hours the door to the treatment room opened
but it wasn’t Dr. V. that entered. It was Clia the receptionist.

‘Oh my, it looks like the doctor has got himself another little slut to
play with.’ she said with a leer ‘Let’s see if you’ve been properly
broken in yet.

Clia walked over to where June lay being ravished by the relentless
pumping of the fake cock. She lowered the chair and lowered her panties
to her knees. She then backed up and presented her twitching asshole to
June’s mouth.

‘Suck it good and maybe I’ll turn off the machine.’

June stuck her tongue out and buried in the receptionist’s ass. She just
kept reaming the ass while her nose was deep in Clia’s wet pussy. The
aide began spasming and June could feel her tongue and nose being
squeezed. Her orgasm caused her to shudder violently. Her juices spread
across June’s face.

‘Not bad for your first time, but I won’t be able to turn off the
machine. The doctor wouldn’t like that.’ she said with a laugh.

As soon as Clia had pulled up her panties and left the doctor walked in.

‘How’s the little patient doing?’ he asked with a smile, watching her
body shaking from the pounding.

‘Please… shut it… off!’ June cried, ‘I can’t take anymore!’

‘There’s only one final step.’ he said as he reached for something June
couldn’t see.

The dildo began squirting something into her expanded cunt. It felt like
a firehose was spurting into her as another wave of orgasms left her
limp. Her mouth hung open and a shudder passed through her body. Dr. V.
flipped another switch and the instrument came to a halt. Dr. V. slowly
slid the enormous cock from her pussy. It came out with a wet plop. Her
vaginal canal was spread widely and felt quite empty now, the fluid that
had been shot into her was draining out in a steady stream onto the
floor. After a few minutes Dr. V. removed the clamps and straps that
held her in place and helped June to her feet. Her legs wobbled and she
was very unsteady.

‘Now if you’re thinking about calling the police or some other such
nonsense, I think you should see this.’ Dr. V. said ominously.

A television screen came to life and June was aghast to see herself
being manipulated by the nurse and Dr. V. and the demonic fucking
machine. Her groans of pleasure showed she was enjoying the whole scene.

‘A copy of this tape will be presented to your husband and boss if you
do anything stupid. What’s it going to be?’

‘I guess I’ll have to think about it,’ she replied slowly.

‘Well, what’s it going to be?’ the doctored questioned impatiently.

‘I’ll do what ever you want,’ she said in a small voice.

‘Good, now get down on your knees, you will show me how sincere you
are,’ he said curtly.

She did as she was told and the doctor pulled his now limp dick from his
pants. He slid the tip between her lips and she began sucking him into
her mouth. The tip suddenly exploded as the he began pissing into her
mouth.

‘Swallow it all or you’ll keep trying until you do.’

She opened her throat and could feel the hot pee coursing into her. She
didn’t get it all and some splashed over her lips and down her chin.

‘Well you didn’t do a very good job, so come with me.’

He led her to a corner of the room where there was a toilet seat on
legs. The doctor pulled a funnel shaped device from the wall. He
inserted the narrow end into June’s mouth and locked the straps around
her head. He then lay her down on her back and positioned her so that
her face was directly under the opening in the seat and the funnel was
attached to the edge of the seat. A collar was placed around her neck
and secured to the legs. She now couldn’t move her head at all.

‘Is she ready?’ Nancy asked as she came over.

‘Yes, have a seat.’

Nancy sat down on the seat and began pissing into the funnel. June
swallowed rapidly, she couldn’t lose any of this load. The funnel began
filling as she got a little behind. The nurse finished and June was
still swallowing until the funnel was drained.

‘Do you think you can squeeze me in next week?’ came her reply.

By: Melli

Ever fantasize about playing Doctor with the woman of your choice? I have, several times (no, not playing Doctor, but being the woman of choice). Since I HATE my annual physical, and most men I know are amateur gynocologists, I would change the actual event, in my head, to fit a fantasy — better looking doctor (usually someone I know that I’d like to have their hands on me), different hour of the day, ALONE in the exam room. I’m due again …

Melli

God, I hate physicals. Sometimes I think I’d rather die than go through the turmoil of my Annual Peek-Poke&Prod. But, given that cancer of almost every female body part seems to run in my family, not going through the latter may very well bring about the former, and much sooner than I’d like. But I can’t stand the feeling of being laid out on that table, flat on my back, kind of like a frog pinned down for disection.
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The only thing that makes it more comfortable is my doctor. He’s such a nice man and a good doctor as well. He has a smooth, easy-going manner and he seems to go out of his way to make his patients feel more comfortable. And, to top it off, he’s not bad to look at either. Greying hair . . . warm eyes . . . and a shy smile. Not that I feel an immense physical attraction for the man, but at this late date, I wouldn’t discount anyone. Still, he’s a much better doctor, to my mind, than those old time OB/GYNs who treat every women as if she’s just a little girl . . . ooooh, they make my hackles stand!!

I’ve gone against form this time, though. I usually schedule an early morning, right-out-of-the-shower appointment, but the way things have been going in my office, if I’m not there in the morning to defend my territory, I may have a new job by noon. So I made a 4:30 PM appointment. . . his last appointment of the day. I’m there early, but he’s running late. The receptionist, Gina, says there have been four deliveries today, and 3 more in labor, and the last delivery was right there in the office and nobody wanted to reschedule their appointments. How late?, I ask. About 30 minutes, she says. So I sit . . . and sit . . . and sit. About 15 minutes before six, I stand . . . and almost collide with my doctor.

“Mel, I’m so sorry. I’m running very late. I should have asked Gina to reschedule you. But since you’re still here and I’m not on call, why don’t we get this over with,” he says. He must be in a hurry. He’s talking a mile a minute and he’s turned back to the exam area without even looking at me. Lita, his assistant, rolls her eyes and shows me to a room.

After the usual — height (I haven’t grown), weight, blood & urine (either the cups are getting bigger or my aim is better) — Lita throws me a gown and says, “Remember, the opening goes in the front.” Great. Now for the part I hate. Everything off, put on the gown and hop up on the table. I just barely manage to get there before I hear a knock on the door and he steps in.

“I hope you don’t mind, but, it being so late, I sent the girls home. I thought you and I could do this without a chaperone,” he says, still not looking at me.

“No, I don’t mind at all,” I say. He looks up at the sound of my voice, then quickly looks back down at the chart, but not before I noticed his eyes widening in surprise and a bit of color spreading across his face. You see, in the year since I was last in, I’ve dropped the 30 pounds I needed to lose and turned my usually stress-induced feeding frenzy into a 3-day a week workout on the dancefloor. And, while I couldn’t be called svelte, I definitely look different.

“Lie back,” he says and comes to the table. He opens the tie on the gown and begins the breast exam. Normally, during this time I’m counting the little holes in the ceiling tiles, but this time I feel compelled to watch him. His hands are very warm and firm as he moves them around my right breast, pressing and stroking. Stroking? No, that must be my imagination. No, he is stroking and he runs his thumb back and forth across my nipple until it stands firm and high. He moves to the left one and gives it the same treatment. By this time, I’ve pulled my bottom lip between my teeth in an effort to control my breathing. But I still sound like a wounded water buffalo to my ears. He looks into my eyes, then gives me a hand to sit up.

“Relax, kiddo.” he says and leans close to examine the skin of my breasts. I can feel his breath on my skin. I’m still breathing too hard.

He cups my left breast, lifting it as if testing its weight, but still moving his thumb gently across the nipple. He does the same with the right one. I must just be imagining that this examination is different, but it feels different to me and it excites me. I close my eyes, feeling the blush rising up my chest to my face. I know what comes next and I’m glad he’ll be wearing a glove so that he won’t be able to feel that he really needs no additional lubrication to finish. I’ve generated enough natural lubricant to oil a whole houseful of door hinges.

He closes the front of the gown. “Okay, hon, lay back and slide down.”

Still with my eyes closed, I do as he says. He places my feet in the stirrups and moves my legs apart. He does the PAP smear quickly, then puts the glove on his right hand and puts a little lubricant on it. He mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like “I probably won’t need that,” and slides his fingers into my cunt. His left hand braces low on my belly as he feels around, then he pauses. I open my eyes.

He is standing there with his eyes closed, almost in a trance, his fingers still inside me. He moves his thumb like he did on my breast, only this time it’s my clit he’s stroking. His left hand slides down and he threads his fingers through the thick curls that cover my mound. And I notice something else . . . he’s breathing as hard as I am. That’s it. I knew something was different. He’s feeling what I’m feeling. I’m not just imagining it.

With his fingers still inside me and his eyes still closed, I sit up a little. He doesn’t notice I take his left hand, the gloveless one, and pull it up close to my face. I slide two of his fingers into my mouth and suckle them in rhythm as I contract my muscles. He opens his eyes and pulls away.

“I’m sorry.” he says, as he backs away and takes off the glove. “This is most . . . uh . . . um . . . unprofessional of me . . . I don’t know what has gotten into me. Please . . . forgive me.” He is now standing against the wall, eyes wide, with the glove wadded up in his hand.

I put my feet down and sit up, smoothing the gown as I do. “There’s nothing to forgive, ” I say, looking down at my lap, “unless you don’t intend to finish what you started.” I look up as I finish speaking.

He looks from me to the glove in his hand. “No, not the exam, ” I say, laughing, and hold out my hand. He tosses the glove in the trash with unerring accuracy and moves closer to me.

“Are you certain?” he asks, endearingly unsure of himself. In answer, I move to my knees on the table and reach for him. He bends to kiss me, deeply. “Shall we finish the way we started?” he says. Giggling, I move back into position on the table, feet in the stirrups. He regains his “doctor” demeanor and says “Now let me know if you feel anything unusual,” as he slips his gloveless fingers back into me, moving them gently in and out. He reaches up with his free hand and fondles my breasts. I can’t help myself — I moan loudly.

“Nothing? Well, let’s try this, then,” he says as he sits down on his stool and presses his face between my legs. With his fingers still inside me, he starts to lap and suck at my clit. I can feel my legs start to tremble with the tension that is building. He slips his fingers out of my cunt and slides one finger into my ass, moving it in and out. He places his tongue deep inside me and scrapes his teeth on my clit. That’s it. I come . . .hard. As the contractions slack a little, he lightly strokes breasts and my thighs as he reaches to undo his trousers, keeping me on the edge.

He slips out of his shoes & socks (I don’t know how, I was busy) and steps out of his trousers and underwear as they fall to the floor. I reach out to touch him but he steps out of my reach. “You’re a tease, doctor,” I say.

He just smiles. “Now, since you still haven’t felt anything unusual, there’s only one thing more I can try. Just try to relax . . .” he says. I prop myself up on my elbows to watch. He smiles broader and pulls something from the side of the table. It’s a mirror. He positions it so that I can see everything and steps back to the end of the table. He moves forward and places the head of his cock against my cunt. As I watch, he slowly presses in. I can see it just as I can feel it go in — inch by glorious inch. He is in as far as he can go. He picks my legs up and braces them against his shoulders. I watch, fascinated, in the mirror as he slowly pulls back until he’s almost out. I hold my breath. He slides back in just as slowly. I feel as if we’re moving in slow motion . . . out and in . . . out and in . . . tension builds . . . breathing quickens . . . oh God. He quickens the pace, trying to remain gentle, but he can’t. I can’t.

“Oh God . . . please . . . now, please, ” I breath. “Oh . . . oh . . . ooooooh,” we moan in unison our erotic chant. “Yes . . . ” as he presses deep inside me and we come together, contracting in each others rhythm.

He lets my legs down and leans forward, resting his head against my breast. I stroke his hair, trying to catch my breath. We dress slowly, sneaking a touch here, a caress there. “You know, ” I say as we walk out of the office arm in arm, “this is the first time I’ve actually enjoyed my physical.” He laughs. “But I don’t suppose this is covered by my insurance . . . “

My name is Carmen, and my husband, Ron is taking me to the doctor’s to be checked after last night’s episode of sex. I could tell that he was upset with me for hiding my illness from him, but I was only 19 and he was 15 years my senior. My parents had died from a car accident and Ron was their lawyer. I was quite naive about the world and the people in it due to the money we had. Ron took me in and we married shortly after. He has been a loving and gentle husband. I was a virgin up until the day after my wedding night.

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Now I sit in the car going to a doctor friend of his. My abdomen slightly hurting. You see, we tried to make love last night and I screamed in pain as he entered me. I was to be twenty in 3 weeks and I have never been real sick in my life and a trip to the doctors was terror to me. I could feel my body shaking with fear. We arrived and he led me up to the beautiful building. I could hardly walk, I was so scared, and I told him so.

We entered into the waiting room of the building that said “OB GYN ASSOCIATES” He sat me down and went to the receptionist. Soon enough a nurse came out and escorted me into the exam room. I had never seen anything like it. The nurse asked me to undress and she said she would be back. My husband picked up a hospital gown and helped me. I was sitting in a chair when she came back.

She went around taking my height, weight, temp, BP …etc. She then told me to sit up on the table and the Dr. would be in shortly. I sat on the table and looked at the little stirrups and asked my husband what they were for ? He looked at me funny and then came over and held my hand and told me that they were to put my feet in so the Dr. could look at my bottom. My eyes grew wide and I tried to get down. He held me there and told me that he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me. “Sweety we are here so you can get well….When was the last time you saw a doctor?”

I shifted around and said that I think it was when I was a baby. He stared at me and told me that he would be right there the whole time and not to worry.

The doctor entered the room and exchanged hellos with my husband and then with me ” Hi my name is Dr. Keith Rinheartbower…you can call me Dr. Keith,” and he held out his hand.

I took it and he could feel my sweaty palm. He looked back to Ron and he just nodded. Dr. Keith went around and looked at my chart and began to ask questions. He would look at me but Ron answered. He then said, ” Well lets take a look.” He had told us that my temp was up a bit 100.0 and that he would want it checked later. He came to me and checked my heart, lungs, ears, eyes, nose, mouth. It was painless and I started to relax a bit. He then told me to lay down and I looked at Ron, he came over and held my hand and explained to Dr. Keith that I had never had an exam like this before.

“That’s OK,” the Dr. said. “I will tell you everything that I will be doing.” I laid back and the Dr. said that he will be performing a breast exam. He parted my gown and touched my right breast and I moved.

“Just relax,” Ron said, The Dr. massaged my breast and could see me grimace, and tears came to my eyes. He then felt the other breast and I quickly moved away in pain. “Hmmm” How long have your breasts been painful?” he asked.

I looked up and told him, “Awhile.”

“How long of a while ?” he asked and I told him about 2 weeks. ” Your period was over 2 weeks ago?”

I nodded.

He went over and wrote somthing in my chart and then came back and said, “Please place your feet in the stirrups and scoot down.”

I just looked at Ron and hesitated. Ron took one of my legs and started to move it. I resisted, “Honey please cooperate he’s only trying to help.” My eyes grew wide and I let my feet be placed in the stirrups.

Dr. Keith then said, ” You need to slide your bottom down a bit and move down, A little more …..more …..some more….” Soon my bottom was just off the table and my legs bent at the knees but I held them together. He came up between my legs and gently spread my knees open wide. I was then totally exposed to him, and I could see Ron looking at me with caring eyes. The Dr. put on some gloves with a snap and went between my legs.

“Now I’m just going to touch and look.” He reached down and separated my lips of my vagina and I jumped. “Just relax,” he said. I tried. He touched me looking and feeling and then told me that he was going to place a finger into me. I whimpered and Ron held my hand and watched the Dr. I could feel my lips separated and he entered me. It felt funny and humiliating, He pushed some more and hit something and I kicked back in pain and panted. He pulled his finger out and said, ” Oh my, that hurt eh…?”

I just nodded. He took his gloves off and went back to the chart. I laid there my legs wide and I asked, ” Am I done ? Can I move now?”

He turned to me and said, “You sure can …and why don’t you get dressed while I talk to Ron outside ?” With that he left and Ron helped me off the table and went out the door.

I slowly moved around and got dressed, the pain in my belly a little worse and I thought that it was from the quick exam. I sat on the chair when Ron came in…He squatted down beside me and I could see he had great concern in his eyes. ” Baby the doctor wants to put you into the hospital for some tests.”

I didn’t quite understand, but I knew that my parents had died in the hospital and I didn’t want to have anything to do with it. “Am I going to die ?” I asked. He just put his head down and shook it, “NO The doctor just wants to find out what’s wrong and then that will be it.”

“Can you come along ?” and he said that he wouldn’t leave my side. I agreed and we stayed there. I told him that I was scared and he said, “Me too babe …me too.”

The Dr. came in and said that everything was arranged and that he could admit me to the 5th floor. He gave Ron some papers and then looked at me. “We are just going to do some tests and find out what’s wrong sweety, I will see you soon.” With that Ron and I drove to the hospital. This was the same place my parents had died in and I was scared to death. Rightly so.

I was admitted to the hospital and taken up to my room, soon a nurse came in and introduced herself, but I didn’t get the name. She took a full history from Ron, I didn’t say much and she then told me to go to the bathroom and put on a hospital gown, “you can leave your socks on dear” I proceeded to the bathroom that was right off of the private room. I came out and the nurse was standing by the bed, the covers had been pulled down and I made my way to it shacking like a leaf. She started to check me out from top to bottom, noting any scares and feeling my skin. she then took my BP, pulse and respiration. She then asked me to lay on my tummy and I complied without thinking of what she was going to do. She brought out a thermometer from her pocket and snapped it, I looked at her and started to move.

“Stay still dear the Dr. wants rectal temps” and I whimpered as I turned to look at Ron, He came over and held my hand. The nurse took some type of tube from her pocket and lubed the glass rod. She reached down and parted my cheeks and I jumped a little, she inserted the rod into my bottom and I groaned. She talked about what the Dr. had ordered and that treatments were done in the private treatment room off of my room. I could not concentrate on what she was saying with the rod being held in my small bottom. She then pulled it out and said ” She definitely has a fever 102.6. ” You can roll over now …while I get things ready in the treatment room. I had tears in my eyes as I looked up at Ron.

With all this going on I started to feel worse than I had, and I asked Ron to take me home that I just had a slight flu. He hugged me and said that it wasn’t a flu and that the Dr. knew best and that I had to be a woman now and get the treatment that I needed. The nurse came out and escorted us into the treatment room. I stopped at the door as my eyes feel around the room and its furnishings. To one side was a padded table that had huge metal things at the end, It was brilliantly lit and it had cabinets and doors and a sink. The table itself looked like something from a horror show. My husband almost lifted me off the floor to guide me to the table. I then heard him explained to the nurse that I never been subjected to anything at all like this. She came over and placed her hand around my waist and started to explained that the table was just like the one in the Dr. office but that it would hold my knees and feet wide apart so the Dr. could examine me. I was shaking so much and she could feel me shiver.

She and Ron helped me onto the table and the nurse said that I just needed to lay there, while she got my IV ready. I laid back and tears came to my eyes. She came around with a pole with a bag and a long tube and proceeded to poke me with a needle and my first IV was in. Needles didn’t really bother me much but I felt like I was trapped being taped to this bag and pole. I could see the IV drip into my arm and my stomach turned a bit.

She then went to the bottom of the table and said in a kind voice” I need to fit you into the stirrups now Carmen” With that she lifted my left leg and placed it into the big metal cuff and then brought another metal cuff up so my foot was fitted flat into it. I whimpered a little and Ron held my hand tight. She then did the same to the other one and my legs were up and slightly apart. She strapped my legs in at the tops and bottoms of my knees and at my ankles. The metal felt cool against my skin and I shivered. She then started to move them both wider and I cried, My legs spread further and further apart until they couldn’t go any farther. She turned some knobs and asked ” How is that…You feel any cramping in your hips?” I said “NO” in a squeaky voice. She patted me on the inner thigh and said ” good girl” Now my legs were so far apart that I could feel cool air on my vagina and bottom. I whimpered some more. I looked up and told Ron ” I think I’m going to be sick” the nurse heard and came over with a basin. I leaned over a bit and puked the little bit that I had in my tummy. OH that hurt I said, and she came over with a cool wash rag and cleaned my mouth and then placed a cool rag on my forehead. She went around between my legs and started to work stating that she needed to shave my pubic and anus hairs.

After about 20 minutes she was done and I looked down to see my shaven pubis and I groaned. She then said that I needed to be cleaned out so the Dr. could examine me properly. She came over with another IV pole and hung a clear bag that was filled with soapy water near my legs. I just looked at Ron and he said ” Its just an enema to clean out your colon …sweety…Its going to be OK” He kept holding my hand. The nurse put on some gloves and I could see her put jelly on her finger, she then reached down to my bottom and placed some jelly onto my anus. I flinched and she said ” Sorry hon this is going to be cold ….I’m going to lube your bottom inside and out so the nozzle will slip in easy …I just want you to take deep breaths” As I did she slipped her finger into my rectum and I yelled ” OOOOUUUUCCCHHHH” and tried to squirm. She told me to relax and she probed around me. She pulled her finger out and said that the nozzle will be next and she slipped it into my rectum. I then heard a “CLICK” and water rushed into me. It felt funny, but somewhat soothing. She stood up and rubbed the inside of my right inner thigh. I closed my eyes and felt the water move up farther.

All of a sudden pain filled my abdomen and she stopped the flow and started to massage my belly I cringed in pain and she said that cramps were normal. I told her panting ” NOT A CRAMP” and my hands went to my lower abdomen. She watched for a while and the pain didn’t subside, she got a bed pan and placed it under me and took the nozzle from my anus. Water splashed into the pan as the pain worsened in my lower tummy. I groaned and then fell back and rubbed my lower abdomen. She said that I didn’t have good results from the enema and that she would have to call the doctor. I laid there crying with my legs spread wide apart and I felt very humiliated and self conscious.

The nurse soon returned and said that the doctor had ordered some IV pain med and that he would soon be here. She came up to my IV and found a small round port and plunged the needle into it and pushed the contents in. I quickly felt the drug and closed my eyes, and I think I feel to sleep. I then felt some movement down at my bottom and looked up. ” Hi there” replied Dr. Keith. ” We need to get your colon cleaned out so I can see what is wrong and have some test done” I just laid there and nodded. He and Ron left the room, I soon felt something cold on my anus and something being pushed up inside of me. It felt bigger and a little painful going in and I groaned. Then I heard some air being pumped and felt some fullness and pain in my lower rectum. I just moaned again and then the water started to flow.

About 10 minutes later I doubled over in pain clutching my lower abdomen and screaming. I was almost sitting up even with my legs in the stirrups, Ron came over and pressed me down to the table and the nurse stepped back and let the doctor between my legs. He looked up at the half empty bag and then pulled on some gloves as I thrashed on the table. He reached up between my legs and pressed on my abdomen and I screamed again. ” Carmen I need to feel up inside and look up inside of you …OK” with that said he pushed his finger again inside of me, my colon full of water, I groaned and cried in pain even with the drugs in me. He pulled his finger out and the nurse handed him something. It felt cold on my vaginal lips and he pushed it up into me and I screamed again and moved. He then spread my vagina apart and the pain subsided a bit. He then said that he needed to get a specimen from my uterus and he needed to touch it. By this time tears were running down my cheeks and I kept my eyes closed. He touched my uterus and I screamed and tried to turn and go into a fetal position. He quickly released the speculum and pulled it out. I laid there and groaned. He then deflated the bulb in my rectum and let the water rush out. He barked some orders to the nurse and she bustled around.

Ron was holding my hand and I cried and told him ” PLEASE TAKE ME HOME” the Dr. came over and looked down into my eyes and said ” Carmen there is somthing very wrong here …I think you may have what we call a super infection and we need to start treatment right away” I closed my eyes and with the drugs dozed off. I heard somthing big come into the room and I looked up. It was some sort of machine. The doctor nodded to the nurse and she went around the table and quickly brought leather straps over my body and attached them. One went just above my pubis, one just under my breast and a small strap that went over my forehead and was Velcro. My arms were tied to straps just below the tables padding. I struggled and looked up at Ron. He came over and placed a hand on my forehead and rubbed my restrained arm.

I just looked at the ceiling and I soon felt something cold at my vagina and I wined…OHHHHHH….Then something big and wet was pushed up inside me and I screamed as it probed around in me. Then I felt a little numb and the pain wasn’t so intense but still there and I cried. I could hear the Dr. say ” Yea……Right there …. A little over ….There! I whimpered and cried. After about 15 minutes the probe was taken out. I sighed in relief, but the doctor said ” One more thing” ….I then felt the probe at the entrance of my anus and I tried to squirm and groaned…As it was pushed in I yelled “NOOOOO PLEEEESE” And the probe felt around my rectum and created pain in my abdomen. Ron kept wiping the tears from my eyes and watching the doctor at the same time. I cried and sometimes screamed as the probe touched sensitive areas. Then it was pulled from me and I tried to relax and soon was in some kind of slumber.

I then heard the wine of something big enter into the room. My legs were being released and Ron helped me to sit up. UGH I said as I felt pain in my bottom and abdomen I kept a hand on my lower tummy as I was helped to stand up. The nurse brought the IV pole over and I grabbed it to steady myself. The Dr. said ” Carmen this machine is going to take pictures of your breast OK” I just nodded and Ron led me over to the machine. My breast were never real big but seemed to be slightly swollen at this time. I wobbled over and the tech undid my gown and let the collar hang down around my right breast. My backside was exposed and I felt very uncomfortable. She reached up and placed my boob onto a flat plate she told me to hold right there as I saw a clear plastic plate descend and start to press on my boob. I cried in pain and pulled away. I panted with pain while, Ron, the tech, and Dr. talked. They then placed a heavy gown like a big vest on Ron and he came around and stood behind me and pressed his body up against my back.

He whispered in my ear ” Baby this has to be done and you need to cooperate. He then pushed harder as the tech placed my boob back on the plate and the clear plastic came down and crushed my boob flat. I screamed and screamed and the picture was shot and Ron back away from me just a bit but kept his arms around me, and held me tight. He then reached up and pulled my gown completely off and it dropped to the floor at my feet. He then turned me with the help of the tech and placed my left boob on the flat plate, the clear plastic came down and pushed and flattened my left boob and I screamed until I blacked out. I came too laying on the table and Ron was kissing me on the forehead. I felt real groggy and thought that they must have given me more drugs.

The Dr. came over and said ” Carmen we need one more picture of your left breast OK” My eyes widened and I cried “NOOOOO” Then Ron slowly pulled me from the table and sat me up, “Please Ron it hurts toooo much” He softly replied ” That’s why we must do this my sweet to see what’s wrong” I slowly let myself be led to the machine, Ron was again placed in the vest and came up behind me. The plate was now at a angle and the tech gently placed my left breast onto the plate and I could feel Ron pushing hard against me as the clear plastic came down and applied pressure to my sore breast. I screamed and screamed, but didn’t pass out. The machine soon released me and I panted and tried to keep from falling. I was still naked when Ron escorted me back to my bed and I fell back in exhaustion. I looked up and saw the IV running into my arm and wondered what was to come. Really I had had enough tests and was ready to go home. The nurse brought me my gown and helped me on with it. The doctor followed the machine into my room and stopped by my bed, while the machine continued out. He said he was going to review the test and that he would be back later. ” The nurse will bring you something to bring your fever down Carmen” and then he left.

The nurse came back in a few minutes later and said the Dr. had written some orders, I was to go to X-ray and have an abdominal done, Blood will be taken and She said that she had somthing for my fever, she also said that I wasn’t to have anything to eat or drink just in case I needed to go to surgery, and He had ordered IV antibiotics that will piggy back into my IV tube. She then told me to roll over onto my left side and I asked her what she was going to do. She explained that I needed to have a suppository for my fever. I hesitated and she looked at Ron. ” come on baby ” and he reached for my side to pull me over. I grunted and moved over. The nurse said” Now sweety pull your right leg up to your chest as far as you can and bend your left just a bit. She uncovered my bottom, now you will feel my finger to lube you. I heard her put on some gloves and I felt her finger at my rectum with some jelly. ” Deep breath” and she pushed her finger up into my sore bottom. She pushed in and out and around and I groaned. Then her finger came out and I felt something cold on my anus, Breath and she plunged the suppository deep inside me ” OOOUUUCCCHHHHE” I cried and tried to move away from her. She pulled her finger out and held my butt cheeks together while I panted. She held me there for about 10 minutes. She then let my bottom go and covered me back up. She told me to relax and then she left.

I fell asleep from exhaustion and Ron pulled up a chair and held my hand. A little while later a man came in with a wheel chair and said ” Hi my name is Chris and I am the orderly that works here…..I am going to take you down to X-ray” He and Ron helped me into the wheel chair and I was off. The whole thing was uneventful and I was soon back in bed, when someone else came in and took many tubes of blood out of my arm. Ron turned on the TV and we watched it and I dozed in and out.

A few hours later the nurse came back in and told us that I needed to go back to the treatment room and that the doctor would be here soon to talk with us. She helped me out of bed and I grabbed the IV pole that now had two bags hanging from it. I made my way to the treatment room and sat in a chair. “Oh hon you need to get on the table and I just started to cry. Ron helped me and sort of pushed me to the table and helped me on to it. The nurse was bustling around bringing things out and placing them onto the cart next to the bottom of the over hanging stirrups. Ron helped me to lay down and I tried to resist but he lowered me with a little force. ” Please take me home”

I cried and he just held my hands in his and kissed me on the forehead. The nurse went over to the bottom of the table and pulled my legs up and fitted them into the wide stirrups, I wined some more to go home and I felt the straps restrain my legs. The nurse then took hold of my hips and pulled them down to where my bottom hung over the table a bit. She then went around and strapped me down with the leather straps leaving my head for last. I cried even more as my head was secured to the table. I laid there with my private parts sticking out and I could feel the cool air on them. The nurse then came over and covered my legs with green type fabric from my feet all the way to my open thighs. All that I now felt open was my most private parts, She continued to move around and organize stuff. I was still trying to move and was crying.

After what seemed like a hour the doctor came in and talked to the nurse, she left the room and the doctor came over and talked more to Ron than me. He went on to explain that I indeed had a super infection and was almost septic, He knew that my sexual organs had been affected with my uterus and left breast being the worst. He also said that he had to do some more uncomfortable test to see just how much the infection had taken over. He stated that he would put a metal rod into my bladder to see it and that my colon will need to be thoroughly cleaned and a scope run up it so he could see the lining. The nurse came in and the Dr. explained that he would give me some pain med and something to relax through the procedure that he said on the best side should only take a hour or two. I cringed at the thought of my legs being wide apart and then I felt very sleepy and I closed my eyes.

The Dr. went to between my legs and I slightly heard the clanking of instruments. I then felt something at my anus, but I didn’t care, then something big pushed up into me and I felt pressure and I groaned. “I’m going to inflate a balloon inside you now Carmen try and relax” I didn’t hurt and I kept my eyes closed when I felt the water flow into my rectum. I dozed I think as the warm water filled me. After about 10 minutes a cramp hit me and my abdomen filled with intense pain and I cried out. The Dr. explained that I must take all the water to clean out my colon, The x-ray showed that I was quite impacted. I kept crying not really paying attention. The nurse came over into my view and said breath deep in and out hon that will help the pain. I tried to breath but they turned into sobs as the pain grew within me. “STOP …PLEASE STOP…. OH GOD PLEASE STOP” and Ron leaned over and whispered in my ear that the bag was over half empty and that it wont be much longer.

I sobbed and started to cry some more. “Oh God I’m going to pop inside please stop.” The water flowed in and I then heard the gurgle of the last drop enter me. I panted and panted. Nothing was helping so I tried to bear down to release the water but it didn’t help it just made the pain grow more. ” YOU GOT TO HOLD THAT WATER CARMEN SO YOUR BOWEL WILL BE CLEAR FOR THE EXAM…….JUST TRY AND RELAX, AND TELL ME WHERE IT HURTS” He started to place his hand on my upper abdomen and pressed a little he then moved it and pressed again, It wasn’t until he reached my lower abdomen over my uterus that I screamed when he pressed.

All you could hear in the room was my sobs and cries while we all waited for the time to come that he could release the water. I then felt something release and I groaned with relief. The water took its time to drain out, but I could feel it subside with in me. Then I felt something being inflated on my outer part of my bottom and the inner balloon pull and seal me. ” This will help you too maintain the next enema that will be a bit bigger. I just groaned again and said to Ron ” please don’t let them do this” I then felt the water gush faster into my rectum and colon, The pain intensified as each ounce flowed into me and I started to cry out again. I felt my IV tube moving and then I felt woozy, and the pain dulled somewhat. I groaned in and out of blackness. I don’t know how long this lasted but I could feel the water rise in me and then stay there for what seemed like a half hour.

The Dr. then explained that he was going to look up into my bladder and I felt sluggish as I felt cold being wiped over my clit, It happened again and again and I was startled each time. I then felt something big go into me and it felt as if I had to pee real bad. I moaned and groaned and I felt cold water fill my bladder. I tightened my grip on my husbands hand and he bent down to tell me that it was all right. Then something happened and I cried out in pain and it stopped. This went on for quite some time, I could feel my bladder being filled and the mounting urge to pee. ” Oh please I need to go” I cried and the Dr. kept probing. I then felt the thing come out of me and I was able to relax.

I was then transported by gurney to my bed and I slept. I woke up to a nurse and she leaned over me and said” Hi my name is Kelly and I’m here to take your vitals. She did my B/P, pulse, and respiration. She then asked me to roll onto my tummy, I was so groggy that I started to move on my own and I could feel Ron helping me. She then reached down and parted my butt cheeks and inserted the glass rod that would take my temp. I tried to roll over but she and Ron held me and I just groaned. I slept through most of the night and I woke up early to commotion in my room.

I looked around not knowing where I was exactly and saw Ron talking to nurse Kelly. Ron said honey we need to get you up and to the treatment room . I instinctively said, “No.”" and he helped me up and I sat on the side of the bed for a bit. He then handed me my IV pole and stood me up and led me to the treatment room. I still felt groggy but was a lot more awake. He placed me onto the table and nurse Kelly came around and placed my legs in the stirrups and secured them. She didn’t tie any of the other straps. Ron looked down at me with very caring eyes and told me that they were going to put a tube up into my bladder so it will drain. ” Will it have to stay there” I asked in a very frightened tone. He just held my hand kissed it and said ” Yes babe” he put his head down and when he brought it back up he told me the news” Carmen they are going to come real soon for you….They need to do some surgery…..and you will be right back here real soon” I just stared at him and then felt cold being wiped down my clit. Oh I said and tried to move. “what for ” I asked . and the cold hit down me again. The nurse was holding my vaginal lips wide apart.

“What are you doing ?” I asked and she said that she needed me to be very clean for this. I felt another cold swipe and she told me to take a deep breath. I did and felt something big enter into my pee hole I cried ” OHHHHH PLEASE STOP” She kept pushing it up into me and then she said “Good” She then was playing with the tube and I told her I need to go to the bathroom. She said that the tube that was in my bladder will feel that was but my bladders urine will drain into a bag from now on. I looked at Ron and he said ” Baby they need to go inside you and scraped the infection from your body.

“Am I dying” I asked and he shook his head and said” You have a very nasty infection in your body and they need to try and get it out …yes you could die if they don’t get a handle on this …you must trust me and Dr. Keith on this” As he talked my eyes weld up with tears as the nurse released my legs from the stirrups. I just nodded to him. The nurse and Ron helped me from the table and I felt the tube that was in my bladder and attached to my inner thigh. I looked down and pulled my gown up to see it.

I groaned as I saw my shaved pubis and now a tube that protruded from my upper clit, it ran to a bag that was attached on a hook at the bottom of my IV pole. I saw some redish brown urine in the bag. I started to feel dizzy and they led me to bed. Nurse Kelly went to my IV line and plunged a needle into it and pushed some medication into my IV. I said will the tube fall out of me? in a hopeful voice and she explained that she had filled a balloon that would be to big to fall or be pulled out. I felt real groggy as a man came in with a gurney and the nurse placed a cap on my head. I was scooted over to the gurney and I held onto Rons hand tight. I was then wheeled out of my room and down to two big double doors. They stopped there and Ron bent and Kissed me on the lips. “I”M SCARED I YELLED ” and he said I will be right here when you come out. He pried my hand from his and I was wheeled through the double doors.

I looked around nervously even with the drug, and was then wheeled into the OR room. My gurney was placed beside a big padded table with huge lights and I could see big stirrups at the bottom. Some people came over and moved me over on to the table and positioned me just right. One lady with a mask on, they all had masks, Looked at my bottom and said hon move over just a bit until your bottom is in the hole in the table. I scooted a little and she pushed more than I scooted. I felt my bottom fit snugly into the hole. I then heard someone over my head and a masked man said ” Hi I’m your sleep man and I’m just going to get you in position and then make you go to sleep.” He then pulled one of my arms out and placed a BP cuff on it and then tied it to a small table off to the side. He took the other arm with the IV and did the same. Now my arms were straight out from my sides. He then placed a bunch of stickers on my sides and chest.

While he was doing this someone had placed my legs into the stirrups and I could see they were draped in cloth and wide and high up. I started to whimper as I felt my bottom being scrubbed roughly. It was cold and hurt from the pressure and the rapid wiping. Then they came around and pulled up my gown to just under my breast and started to scrub my belly. I could see that it was brown stuff that stained my belly. Then the gown was untied and I laid there totally naked and all my private parts sticking out. While one person scrubbed my belly another was scrubbing both of my breast. It hurt and I started to cry not just in pain but of embarrassment. I felt the table give way from under my bottom and it hung into the half moon and sagged down, applying pressure on my strapped wide legs. A mask came over my head and the Dr. said ” count back from 100″ I just tried to move my head and then blackness overwhelmed me.

Chris and Me

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By Cinthia P.

I have always liked working at this doctors office. I like the people I work with and the patients I help. The new receptionist, Chris, seems nice and friendly; she is young and outgoing, a sweet personality. Christine has short blonde hair and she is very pretty in a quiet, glowing sort of way that she may not even be aware of.

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Today in the office, the hours seem to drag on and on, and why not -it is Friday. Knowing that you are coming to pick me up for the weekend makes time go even slower. Finally, the office hours are over it is time for everyone to leave. Still having some things to do I stay and Chris decides to stay and help with what ever she can. No matter that shes quite new, she is always eager to help me with any task. We set about filing patient’s folders, lab reports, Doctor’s notes and whatever els e has built up during the day. Soon, with everything done, Chris tells me she will check the rooms and make sure they are cleaned up and in order. I go with her, putting things away and turning out lights. Soon we come to the GYN examining room. Chris laughs and I ask her what is so funny. She points to the examining table and says “I have always wondered what it would be like to have sex on one of those tables, they are perfect! Look, you could put your feet in the stirrups and you’re all ready.” Without even thinking, I chcukle and say “You want to give it a try?”

Taken aback, Chris says, “Oh, I’m not sure, and look! We have no men here!” To this I say, “So who needs men anyway if its just for fun?” Looking at me and then at the table she says she is not sure. “Just give it a try, leave your clothes on and see how it feels!” Finally she shrugs, laughs and says, “Why not”. With this she slips her shoes off and gets up onto the table. She lays down and shifts around as if to get comfortable. I lower the dimmer on the lights and turn up the office intercom with the soft music. Turning to Chris with a conspiratorial grin, I take her feet and place them in the stirrups. Not wanting to scare her, I wait to see her reactions.

I walk to the head of the table and start to rub her temples, “Relax and try this as a nice end to a busy Friday”. She closes her eyes and relaxes as I continue to work on her facial muscles. I slowly move my hands down to her neck and shoulders and rub. “How does that feel Chris?”, I ask her in a soft voice. “Oh, this is great. I feel silly with my legs spread but having my feet up feels so good”, Chris nearly whispers. I continue to massage her muscles with nice, firm strokes. To my surprise, Chris sits up and unzips her white uniform dress and pulls it down with her bra straps then lays back down. “There!”, she says with an impish grin, “if you’re going to massage me, get all the muscles!” I wordlessly whisper my thanks for her unknowing help and I continue to rub her bare shoulders. Her skin is so soft. From where I am standing I can see the valley between her breasts. Rising and falling with each breath she takes.

I look in the wall mirror and see you standing in the door way, leaning on the door frame, your hands in your pockets. I start to pull away but you shake your head and put your finger to your lips telling me silently to be quiet. With growing unders tanding of what you want, I continue rubbing Chris’ shoulders, she sighs softly as my hands slowly move down to her upper chest. I move to the side of the table and slowly pull her uniform down along with her bra, down to her waist. “You don’t mind do you Christine? I mean , we are both women, right?” “she is blushing and surprised but too relaxed to object, and she nods her head in acceptance.

Her breasts are firm and full with large nipples. I go to the drawer and get some lotion and put some on my hands and rub it in and starting at her shoulders rub the cream into her skin. Slowly moving down, across her breasts and ribs to her belly. I rub her arms and hands. Then back to her ribs and belly moving up to her breasts. Her nipples are hard and her body warm. I stand and move down between her legs and slowly pull her uniform down and off. I unhook her bra and take it from her, then her stockings and garter belt. I place her feet back into the stirrups and slowly rub my hands up her thighs. She moans softly, her eyes still closed. I walk around the table touching her gently while I undress. Soon, I too am naked. I pick up our 4 stockings and lightly drag them across her body which makes her laugh.

Still walking around the table slowly, I ask her if she has ever been tied up and made love to. I see the color come to her face with her smile. No, she says. “Would you like to be?”, I ask her. Laughing nervously again, she says, “As long as no one hurt me I think I would like it”. I take each of her arms and gently pull them above her head and tie them together with one stocking, not too tight but just tight enough. I pull it down and tie the end to the knob on the end of the table. Running my hands down her body I move to her feet and tie them to the stirrups with one stocking each. I bend and take her panties and look at you. Smiling you quietly you come in to the room and I hand them to you. You move beside the table and your hand goes to her breasts as you roll a nipple between your fingers. Her eyes fly open at the touch of an extra hand and her mouth opens to scream but you quickly cram her panties into her mouth. I hand you the other stocking and stand in front of you. “Undress me”, you say to me and I do, slowly. Then when I am done you turn me around and tie my hands together with the small piece of soft rope you had in your pocket. Turn ing me back around, you point to her and tell me, “I want you to make love to her with only your mouth”. Looking at Chris and then at you I nod my head in understanding and excitement. I move beside the table and start at her left breast. Flicking t hat hard nipple making it even harder. Her body is shaking but at the same time arching towards me. I suck her breast even further into my mouth swirling my tongue around and around the nipple. Then I lean over and do the same to the right breast. As I lean over my hard nipple rubs against hers and she moans loud through her panties stuffed in her mouth. My tongue makes a wet trail down her ribs and down her belly to the mass of curly blonde hair on her mound. Standing and moving down between h er legs, I run my tongue up her thighs and around her pussy. As I do I dip my tongue down and into her as her body tries to move away from me. Then I see your hand come down and part her pussy lips for me and I see the pinkness of her wet slit.

I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue then slide it down and into the entrance of her cunt. Your finger rubs her clit and my tongue fucks her. She is moaning and then I can taste her juices in my mouth. Licking it all up, I can feel the wetness of m y own pussy running down my thighs. You pull me up and kiss me deeply tasting the two of us. Your breathing is hard, as is your cock. You push me down to my knees and shove your cock into my mouth. Your hands grabbing my hair and pulling me onto you. Holding my head you pump your cock in and out of my soft mouth, fucking my face. I have no control over anything happening here, you do.

Not wanting to cum you slow the strokes to nice long slow ones. You reach down and untie my hands. My hands slide up the backs of your legs to your ass and I pull you deep into my mouth, just holding you there. Then slowly you pull out and I stand. You move down and stand between her legs rubbing your cockhead up and down her wet slit, all the way back to her asshole. Chris is shaking her head no as the head of your cock pushes against her ass. I walk around the table rubbing her sweaty body, w atching her. Slowly you push harder and your cock slides in, just the head of it. I come and stand behind you. I rub your back and down your ass. I sink to one knee and watch your cock slowly sinking into her tight asshole. I reach under and hold your balls in my one hand, my other hand slides down the crack of your ass as my finger touches your asshole and you moan. I lick my finger and then slowly and gently I slide it into your ass as you push yourself all the way into her’s.

Then back out, i t is so tight that before very long you are ready to cum. One last stoke in and I feel your body shake as your cum pours out and into her ass. She moans loud as her body arches to you. One last hard thrust and then you pull out as I remove my finger from you.

I go to the sink and wash my hands and come back with a wet cloth and clean your cock and balls. I bring you your clothes and help you dress. You kiss me softly and tell me you will be waiting in the car for me. You pat Chris on the knee and give her a smile and wink as you leave. I dress slowly, watching Chris. I untie her hands and feet and help her up and help her dress. She sits on the edge of the table not saying anything. Then slowly a smile comes across her face. I smile and ask her why is she smiling? She looks and me and then at the table and says, “Well, I’ll never have to wonder about these tables again!” We both laugh and leave the office together locking the door behind us.

How did you develop your interest or fascination with gynecology ?

I was first exposed to gynecological situations at age eleven.

My mom worked full time and went to graduate school as well. As a result
I spent quite a bit of time with relatives and friends. My favorite
relative was cousin Sara.
I had a serious crush on Sara, she was a very cute brunette in her mid-20s, and I spent as much time with her as
possible. Sara was a family planning and women’s health nurse
practitioner. She ran a local women’s health clinic and actually had me
stay there at the clinic with her on many occasions. Although at age
eleven I had little interest in sex I was fascinated by the exam tables,
equipment, and instruments.
Sara never hesitated to explain anything I asked questions about. She
also provided most of the sex education I learned while growing up.
Speculums were extremely interesting to me and I even got Sara to show
me a film (16mm at that time) of a young women having one inserted
during a pelvic exam.

Anyway, during my explorations, trying to stay out of sight and out of
everyone’s way, I discovered a bathroom that co-joined to exam rooms -
one on either side. The bathroom wasn’t used due to plumbing problems
but it did have a small, about 8″ x 10″, door cut into each wall so that
urine specimens and other material could be passed through. I quickly
found that the little doors didn’t quite seal completely so that a
small, but adequate, view of the exam rooms could be seen.
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A few days after my discovery I worked up the nerve to enter the
bathroom and wait for a patient to enter one of the exam rooms.
Fortunately, the clinic staff were used to me and didn’t think anything
about my comings and goings.

After about 15 minutes a girl, around age 19, came into one of the rooms
and began undressing. As I watched, scared to death of getting caught,
she removed every stitch of clothing she had on. This was my first view
of a completely naked female. She quickly put on a cotton gown that had
been lying on the exam table, then stood waiting for the nurse.

A few minutes later Sara came in, with medical records and ink pen, and
began asking all kinds a personal questions - medical history, periods,
birth control, sexual practices, and gynecological questions. A short
time later she had the girl sit up on the exam table and began the exam.
After the usual ears, eyes, nose, etc. exam, Sara lowered the front of
the girl’s gown and began looking, poking, and feeling about her
breasts. Next came the abdominal exam. After this Sara told the girl
that she would now be doing the pelvic exam and helped the girl into the
stirrups. I watched the whole procedure absolutely fascinated. From my
position I could see Sara and the lower portion of the girl, but not the
girl’s face.

Sara’s face was no more than a few inches from the girl’s vaginal area
as she began the exam. Sara used her fingers to spread the girl’s labia
and to push and probe the various surfaces. I knew very little about
female anatomy at that time so I didn’t really know what the purpose of
this was. Sara went on to do a speculum exam. I couldn’t believe that a
big metal instrument like that could actually go inside a girl - but it
did.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t see down inside the speculum.

Next, Sara put some clear jelly on her fingers and slid them into the
girl’s vagina. Sara moved her fingers all around inside then slowly
withdrew them. The last part of the exam was a rectal - with one finger.
The girl apparently didn’t like this much because her hips flexed upward
as Sara’s finger entered her anus. Sara removed her finger then took
some tissue and wiped away the jelly from the girl’s vaginal and rectal
area.

I was able to observe two more exams that day. During the next two years
I saw many more.

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by Junior

“Do you want to get the worst of it over with first?” the nurse asked, snapping him out of his daydream.

Justin Lake couldn’t have been any farther away from the clinic. In his mind, that is. He had been waiting so long to see doc Parker, he had spaced out. He was on a deserted beach somewhere, listening to the waves, with the sun beating down on his body. In reality, he was sitting on an examination table in a chilly, brightly lit, sparsely decorated, antiseptic smelling examination room at the Midtown Clinic.

He had gone to the clinic for a quick insurance checkup. After waiting over an hour in the waiting room, a pretty young nurse had called his name and escorted him back to an examination room. Once there, she had checked his pulse and blood pressure, and taken his temperature. She had then instructed him to remove everything but his underwear, and left the room, telling him Dr. Parker would be in shortly.

That had been half an hour ago.

“Huh?” he jumped, startled.

“I asked if you wanted to get the worst part out of the way first?” the pretty young nurse repeated.

“Wha……. the worst part of what? he asked, shaking the cobwebs out of his head.

“Your physical silly!” the girl chirped.

“Wha….. my physical? Where’s doc Parker? Justin demanded.

“I just told you, he had an emergency at the hospital. Weren’t you listening?” the nurse asked, chuckling.

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“Oh, sorry, I was just……. I didn’t hear you,” Justin apologized. “Well, should I come back another time?” he asked, still a bit dazed.

“Not unless you can wait another three weeks,” the nurse responded, matter-of-factly.

“Well, who’s gonna do my physical?” Justin asked nervously.

“I am, Mr. Lake. Unless you have some problem with that,” she replied bluntly, almost daring him to have a problem with it.

Stunned, Justin quickly glanced at the name tag on the girl’s starched white uniform. “Jennifer,” it read. Justin immediately panicked, became flushed, and felt like he might lose his breakfast. There was no way in hell this barely-out-of-her-teens, green eyed, blonde beauty was going to examine him.

Jennifer stood, staring at him, eyebrow raised.

“Mr. Lake?” she asked, moving closer.

“Huh? Oh, uh, yes uh, Jennifer is it? Well, I don’t know. I’ve gotten awfully accustomed to doc Parker over the years,” he began, realizing how lame the excuse was even to his own ears.

“Mr. Lake, I can assure you I am more than qualified to handle a simple physical examination. I appreciate your familiarity with Dr. Parker, but as I’ve explained, he is not here at the moment. Now, barring another emergency, Dr. Parker can possibly see you in three weeks, but according to the insurance forms you brought with you today your insurance company wants these back by next Thursday,” she stressed, getting impatient.

“Yes, I know. You’re right of course. I obviously don’t have time to reschedule, but it’s just that it’s a little……….. I don’t know, a little…”

“Embarrassing?” she interrupted him.

“Well, yeah, frankly,” Justin admitted. “I mean, I’ve never seen a female…..”

“Believe me, I’ve heard it all before. ‘I’ve never seen a female healthcare provider, and I’m scared!’” she interrupted again, mocking him. “You men are such babies,” she continued. “Look, I’m a professional. I’ve done this hundreds of times,” she scolded him.

“Well, it’s not…… I mean, I don’t know about ‘scared’ really, I just think….” he began again.

“Mr. Lake, I’m not going to bite you. Honestly, what is the worst thing that could happen?” she cut him off.

“Uh, well, I don’t know,” he admitted, feeling stupid.

“Great, then let’s get started, shall we?” Jennifer asked rhetorically. “I need you to go ahead and slip your shorts off and step up onto the scale for me,” she instructed him calmly.

“Uh, slip my shorts off?” he asked in disbelief.

“That’s right. Don’t tell me doc Parker has never weighed you before,” she snapped back sarcastically.

“Yes, of course he has,” Justin admitted, quickly realizing the futility of arguing with the little spitfire. “I just didn’t think……” he trailed off as he reluctantly let his boxers drop to his ankles.

He had hoped; prayed actually, that there wouldn’t be any nudity involved. It was bad enough he was being examined by the beautiful, young nurse, but to be completely naked in front of her was much more than he had bargained for. He began to wonder why he hadn’t just run out of there while he still had the chance.

Covering his manhood, he retrieved his underwear from the floor and handed them to Jennifer who had been waiting patiently, hand out, ready to place them on the chair with the rest of his clothes for him. He walked toward the scale, trying to maintain some modesty, but quickly realizing he didn’t have enough hands to cover his package, and his backside. He soon gave up trying to cover his rear end. Justin stepped up onto the scale, with his hands flat, palms down, over his shrunken penis and scrotum.

“Have you noticed any sudden weight gain or loss?” Jennifer inquired in a most professional manner as she adjusted the weights on the scale, and pulled the height bar down to just touching the top of his head.

“No, I can’t say I have,” he anxiously responded.

“OK, there, 6′1″, 178 lbs.,” she announced, writing the information on his chart. “OK, Mr. Lake, you can go ahead and step down, and take a seat back on the examination table for me,” she instructed him.

Justin nervously walked back to the table, still covering his privates, and lifted himself up into a sitting position, forcing him to temporarily expose himself. Once seated, he repositioned his hands over his package. Jennifer, who had followed right behind him, quickly began examining his eyes, ears, nose and throat. Justin wondered if she was going to offer him his shorts back, or a gown, or something to cover himself with, but she just went about her business as if it were perfectly normal to have a tall, good looking, completely naked 32 year old man on the table.

Jennifer then instructed Justin to lay back on the examination table, and drop his arms to his sides. He suddenly felt a hot flash go through his body as he realized he would then be completely exposed to her. Still somewhat embarrassed about their earlier exchange, he didn’t protest.

Jennifer then began examining his chest and abdomen, palpating down to just above his pubic hair. The farther down his torso she went, the more nervous he got. Suddenly, Jennifer stopped, and moving to the end of the table, began raising the stirrups.

“OK Mr. Lake, I need you to place your feet in the foot rests here, and slide your bottom down to the edge of the table for me,” Jennifer casually instructed him.

“What? What are those for?” he asked terrified.

“These are called stirrups,” she explained, motioning to the metal poles with the loops at the ends. “You put your feet in the rests here, and then let your legs fall open. This gives me full access to your genitals,” Jennifer continued as she helped him place his feet in the stirrups and pulled his bottom down to the edge of the table, not giving him a chance to resist.

“Uh, you know, doc Parker never had me do this before,” Justin protested. “Aren’t these things just used for women?” he asked, hoping the girl would realize her mistake.

“No, they’re not just for women! All my patients go in the stirrups. It’s just the easiest way to do this part of the exam. Doc Parker is still a bit old fashioned I’m afraid,” she explained, positioning a lamp between his legs. “Just relax, this will only take a minute or two,” she explained, halfheartedly trying to comfort him.

With that, she positioned herself on a stool between his legs, and began her examination. She gently pushed his legs farther apart and ran her fingers through his pubic hair. Satisfied he wasn’t infested with crabs or lice, she then took his penis in her hands and began palpating the shaft.

“When were you circumcised Mr. Lake?” she questioned her now humiliated patient.

“Uh, at birth, I guess,” he responded blushing. He couldn’t believe the position he was in, or that this young, attractive girl was examining his manhood so intimately. In spite of his embarrassment, her hands on his organ sent a tingle through his body, and he felt himself becoming aroused. The combination of humiliation, and her ministrations to his member, caused him to get an erection.

“I….. uh, oh God, I’m sorry,” he stuttered apologetically.

“Don’t be silly Mr. Lake,” she comforted him. “I’d be concerned if you didn’t get an erection. Frankly, it makes the exam easier for me,” she explained.

She could feel his erect penis twitching in her hand as she squeezed the head of his glans and opened his pee hole. With a cotton swab, she gently took a sample from just inside his meatus and smeared it on a slide. She placed the slide on the tray next to her, and suddenly realized she had forgotten something.

Jennifer stood up, turned, and walked to the door. Opening the door, she stuck her head out into the hall.

“Mary, can you bring me the Tanner’s please. I forgot them,” she called out to one of the other nurses.

Justin heard Mary’s response, and as Jennifer returned to her seat between his legs, he became horrified as he realized there would be another woman coming into the room and seeing him in his naked and erect state.

Jennifer calmly continued her examination, stretching his scrotum and inspecting its entire surface area. Shortly, there was a knock on the door and Mary entered the room carrying a small bag.

“Here you go Jen,” Mary said as she handed the bag to her cohort.

“Thank you so much Mary, I can’t believe I forgot these,” Jennifer remarked, shaking her head in self disgust.

Jennifer quickly emptied the contents of the bag onto the tray, and selected one of the larger orbs. With her left hand Jennifer gently took Justin’s right testicle between her thumb and two forefingers. She then held the orb next to Justin’s testicle for comparison as Mary looked on. Justin was completely humiliated.

Having quickly determined Justin’s testicle was normal in size and texture, she repeated the procedure with his left testicle. Jennifer then slowly and carefully examined each testicle for lumps, and gently palpated his chords.

With Mary still looking on, Jennifer announced it was time to do the rectal exam. With Justin’s feet still in the stirrups and his penis still erect, she lubricated her gloved finger and gently inserted it into his rectum, instructing him to bare down as if having a bowel movement. Her finger easily slid into him, and she was very quickly able to locate his prostate.

“Your prostate feels a bit enlarged Mr. Lake,” she announced. “Have you experienced any difficulty urinating, or frequent urination?” she questioned.

“No, I don’t think so,” Justin answered, wishing he could spontaneously combust.

“Hmmmmmm, well, we can see that you don’t have any problem achieving or maintaining an erection, but how about your ejaculations? Do you have any trouble with that, or is there any blood in your semen?” she continued.

“No, no problems, no blood,” he responded, even more humiliated than before.

“Hmmmmmm, just the same, I think we’d better get a sample. Just to be on the safe side,” the pretty, young nurse insisted nodding to both Justin and Mary.

“Mary, can you give me a hand?” she asked with a wink.

“Sure Jen, I’ll get a specimen cup,” Mary eagerly replied as she turned and walked toward the cabinet.

“Mr. Lake, I need you to just relax for me OK?” she instructed him. “I’m just going to massage your prostate a bit, to produce a semen sample.”

Mary returned with the specimen cup. She took hold of his erect penis with her left hand, and placed the cup over his glans with her right, as Jennifer began the prostate message.

“This should just take a minute Mr. Lake,” she informed Justin. “Just relax and don’t try to hold it in, OK?” she instructed.

Justin instantly began to feel like he was going to ejaculate. Jennifer continued the prostate message while Mary maintained her grip on his penis and the cup, ready to collect the specimen. Justin had never been so mortified in his entire life. He was completely naked, his feet were in stirrups, his legs were spread wide open, Jennifer had her finger in his rectum, and Mary was holding his erect penis. The two very attractive nurses had somehow taken complete control of his body, and didn’t seem to be the least bit shy about the situation.

Mary noticed Justin’s pre-ejaculate building up at the tip of his penis and told Jennifer he was close. With that, she began to gently stroke his shaft. Within a few seconds, the pressure in his testicles and internal reproductive organs became too much, and he began bucking his pelvis up and down, matching Mary’s strokes.

“You’re doing just fine Mr. Lake,” Jennifer encouraged him. “Just let it go.”

His body tensed and he let out a deep guttural moan. Jennifer felt his sphincter muscles tighten around her finger as he expressed his semen. All three could hear the spunk splashing against the side of the cup. He ejaculated for several seconds, Mary very carefully aiming his penis into the cup so as not to let any of the jism splash or spill out. When he had finished, he dropped back onto the table in a heap. Mary quickly removed the cup, letting go of his still erect member, and took the sample to the counter.

“Great Mr. Lake!” Jennifer congratulated him, her finger still in his rectum “Let’s see if that helped.”

While Mary was busy labeling the semen sample, Jennifer again checked his prostate. Determining that it now felt more normal in size and texture, she came to the conclusion that it must have just been a build up of seminal fluid. Jennifer removed her finger from his rectum, threw the sterile glove in the trash, and after cleaning up the excess lubrication from his anal area and wiping off the still glistening head of his penis, helped him get his feet out of the stirrups.

“There you go Mr. Lake. Now I need you to stand up straight for me,” she instructed as she guided him into position in the middle of the room, his erect organ sticking straight out from his body, bobbing up and down as he walked. “Just stare straight at the wall for me,” she added.

Jennifer positioned her stool directly in front of Justin. Taking her seat, she quickly re-examined his penis, scrotum and testicles, then did the old “turn your head and cough” hernia exam. Justin silently cooperated, realizing that Mary was now standing to his right, watching intently.

Having completed that portion of the exam, Jennifer then moved on to the rest of the exam, checking his heart, lungs and so on. As Justin gradually became less self conscious about being completely naked in front of the two young women, his erection subsided. Jennifer explained that she always liked to get the genital exam out of the way first, and that patients shouldn’t be modest or embarrassed to be nude in front of their health care providers.

“Gowns and sheets and drapes just get in the way,” she went on. Mary agreed.

Jennifer finished up the exam with Mary observing, and finally told Justin he could get dressed. She completed the insurance paperwork he had provided, made some notes in his file, and they all exchanged pleasantries. With that, Jennifer and Mary left the room. As Justin got dressed, he checked his watch to find that the entire exam had actually only taken about fifteen minutes.

After work that evening, Mary and Jennifer were in the kitchen area at the clinic cleaning up for the day. They were chatting about the days events, and the patients, when they began talking about Justin.

“So Jen, what was that all about anyway?” Mary asked her friend. “I mean, no gown, and what was with that semen sample business?”

“Oh, he’s one of doc Parker’s patients,” Jennifer began. “He started giving me the old ‘but you’re a girl’ stuff when I told him I was doing his exam, so I decided to teach him a lesson,” she explained matter-of-factly.

“Wow, you really humiliated him!” Mary exclaimed. “Think he got the point?”

“Oh, I think so, but I feel kind of bad about it now. He was kind of cute, wasn’t he?” Jennifer asked, giggling.

“Yeah, he was,” Mary agreed. “I loved his shaved uh……….,” she commented, blushing slightly.

“Mary! You are so bad!” Jennifer scolded her jokingly. “Nice boner too,” she whispered giggling.

“Oh my God! Now who’s the bad one, girl?” Mary giggled back.

I’d been poking around on the ‘Net for a while, seeking new playmates. On one of the “alternative” boards, I found a young lady who appeared to be a match. We corresponded a bit, and she said she’d be in town in a day or two. I arranged to meet her. The first meeting, by mutual consent, was strictly safe, public, and non-play. We talked about our fantasies and our ideas of fun. After an enjoyable evening, I left for home.

Our next meeting was a playdate. Mindy had described herself as being, in experience terms, “in first grade”. That phrase inspired me to some evil creativity. She’d also described some of her wants and interests, which I took to heart. For our playdate, I made a couple of suggestions regarding atmosphere, dress and suchlike. She complied.

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Sitting in the bar of her hotel, I saw her come down from her room. Per my instructions, she’d dressed in a short plaid skirt, with a white turtleneck. The “schoolgirl” effect was interestingly perverted somewhat by a pair of black nylons, with high-heeled shoes. She’d pulled her blondish-brown hair into a ponytail, with a couple of lightly-curled bangs in front. The effect was perfect - a “bad girl” look that made me want to put her over my lap and administer a quick butt-bongo solo right there in the bar.

Our eyes met, and she parked on the chair next to me. She ordered a glass of wine, and we discussed plans for the evening. Finishing our drinks, we paid up and headed up to her room to prepare for a dinner out.

We’d talked a bit about what got her off, what turned her on, and what turned her off. Since she’d indicated that she was one of those slow-arousing types, I planned to start with a slow- building stimulus, that would have her ready for some serious action when we got back from dinner. I told her to go ahead and use the bathroom, while I unpacked the goodies for her first treatment. Laying out the initial items, I took care that most of them would be hidden behind me as I sat waiting.

Coming out of the bathroom, all she could see was me, sitting on the bed, with my gloved hand shaking down a thermometer using slow, measured snaps of the wrist. I’d picked my “classic” one - bright yellow, stubby tip, red top - for this part of the session. Rather than the traditional Vaseline, I just had a bottle of liquid adult-toy lubricant for the moment. I crooked a finger at her.

“Come here, Mindy. You look feverish…” She hesitated a bit. “Now!”, I snapped.

She came over to me, and I gestured to my lap. Looking extremely nervous, she prostrated herself across my thighs, quivering a bit as she settled with her buns slightly uplifted. I reached down, and pulled the back of her skirt up to her waist. I saw, with delight, that her slim but rounded bottom was covered only by red satin thong panties - the nylons where thigh-highs, not pantyhose. At this stage, rather than make her lift her hips and slide the panties off, I simply pulled the thong portion aside, over one bottom cheek.

Putting on my best bedside manner, I said, “All right, Mindy. I’m going to start by taking your temperature. You’re going to feel some lubricant on your bottom, and it may be a bit cool. Ok?”

She nodded, and I noticed she was beginning to blush. I pulled a pillow over where she could reach it, and she promptly buried her face in it. Taking up the bottle of lube, I reached to part her buns. They promptly clamped together. This, of course, would not do.

“Relax!”, I barked, and administered a couple of stinging swats to her behind.

She yelped into the pillow, and her bottom wiggled as her cheeks parted slightly. I spread them, with her cooperation this time. Taking up the lube, I squirted three or four drops on the well-defined, dark-brownish rosebud that was revealed. She gasped, and I saw her sphincter winking a couple times.

I told her, “You’re going to feel the thermometer, now”, and suited action to words.

Her bottom puckered and quivered again as the cool silver bulb touched the center of her anus, but she didn’t repeat the mistake of clamping her bottom shut. I slowly slid the thermometer in, about a third of its length. For ease of insertion (and enhanced perversion), I twirled the thermo from side-to-side between my fingers, like a yellow glass jeweler’s screwdriver.

I knew that holding her bottom spread open was enhancing the embarrassment, so I kept her cheeks spread wide. With the fingers of my gloved hand, I intensified the motions of the thermometer, watching the quivers and puckers of her anus intently. After a while, she began to relax more and more as the stimulus wore on her sphincter. I decided that she was ready.

Removing the thermometer, I wiped it and said, “Mindy, you are, in fact, running hot. I’ll have to give you something to cool you down so you can go to dinner.”.

I set down the thermometer and reached into the ice-bucket hidden behind me. While she was in the bathroom, I’d unwrapped a half-dozen deeply-chilled suppositories, still cold from where I’d kept them in the freezer overnight. Taking one out, I held it for a moment and contemplated her exquisite tushie.

“Mindy,”, I said, “I’m going to give you some medicine. I want you to hold your bottom open for me.”.

“Uh-uh!”, she exclaimed into the pillow, shaking her head.

“Do it.”, I said, applying another couple of swats to her behind. “And keep holding that thong out of the way, too.”

She squeaked a bit, then reached back and pulled her cheeks apart. I could tell that she was trying to be a good little girl, but she almost came right off my lap when the cold suppository touched her anus. Deciding to get her used to the idea in a hurry, I quickly buried that one deep in her bottom, following it with the full length of my finger.

The wiggles and gasps from that one were impressive, but nothing to compare with the gyrations as she got into it. Each succeeding waxy bullet went in slower and slower, until with the sixth, she was humping upward onto my finger. It was a good thing that she had that pillow, or the little gasps and moans she was emitting as I buried the last suppository would have been audible in the hallway.

“Now, Mindy, do you think you can hold those for a couple of hours?”

That got a rise out of her. She raised her head from the pillow, eyes wide.

“Of course not! I’ll be leaking once those melt!”, she said.

“No problem”, said I. “I’ve got a fix for that. Off my lap, and on your knees, bottom toward me and head toward the window. Do it.”.

She did - I noticed that she was getting better at that. I had her reach back and spread her buns, then told her to hold that thought.

Taking my time, and making sure that she couldn’t see it, I produced a medium-large size, brand new jelly buttplug. Taking up the lube bottle, I slathered the device thoroughly. Then, came the moment of truth.

“Mindy, I want you to start taking deep breaths. If you feel something a bit too stretchy, pant like a puppy. I’m going to take my time.”.

Face back in the pillow, she quivered a bit as she felt the blunt tip of the jelly cone. The semitransparent jelly gave me a fantastic view, as her anal pucker stretched to accommodate the plug. She gasped, and whimpered, but in that position she couldn’t escape. I got the plug in up to its wide shoulder, and didn’t hear her safeword. Taking that as a good sign, I gave it the last little push. I saw her head shaking side to side, as her anus clamped on the neck of the plug.

“There you go, baby. Think you can hold those suppositories now?”.

She couldn’t even speak at the moment - she just nodded. I pulled the thong back between her cheeks, almost but not quite covering the back flange of the plug. I patted her buns.

“Let’s go - I’ve picked a great spot for dinner.”

We’d discussed tastes in food, and I knew she was up for ethnic dishes. On the premise that everybody can find something to eat in a Chinese place, I escorted her to my car, and took her to the House of Hunan. Since I was driving, it was hot tea for me. Mindy, on the other hand, had a couple of glasses of wine with her Kung Pao shrimp. I figured that she’d need the effect, to calm her down.

As we ate, I could see her squirming, trying desperately not to rub her bottom on the booth seat. Knowing that she was a novice, I’d had mercy on her. I left out any of the really irritating suppositories, keeping to the totally-bland generic hemorrhoid medication that I favored for occasions that merely required lots of lubrication. Still, I figured that I could have some fun with her, without being obvious to the other patrons.

“Mindy…”, I said. She looked up.

I picked up a scallop from my plate. Holding it up, I squeezed it between my chopsticks.

“Have you ever noticed that, when they cook a scallop properly, how, umm, SQUISHY it gets?”

Her eyes widened, and the squirming became a bit more pronounced until she realized what she was doing. In my mind’s eye, I could see her anus tightening convulsively on the neck of the plug as she forcibly got control of herself.

Picking up another dish, I made a great show of faking difficulty in picking up a spicy dumpling. I slathered on some hot sauce, and ate it.

“Hmm… these are excellent. They certainly are SLIPPERY, though…”

I had a mental picture flash up, for a fake credit-card ad.

– Suppositories: $3.95 — Jelly Buttplug: $12.00 — Spicy Chinese Dinner: $20.00 — Glare in Irate Subbie’s Blue Eyes: PRICELESS!

I showed my teeth in a small, evil smile.

“Would you like to finish up here, and head out?”

I’m a fast eater, myself. She’d been keeping pace with me, though. We rushed a bit, getting a go-box for her remaining shrimp. The drive back to her hotel was quick, but I could tell that Mario Andretti wouldn’t have been fast enough for her. Just to be a bit “meaner”, I dawdled long enough to get caught at a stoplight. Sliding an arm around her, I reached down and played with her bottom until the light turned green.

Back in her hotel room, I decided that it was time to spice up Doctor Evil with a bit of Doctor Nice. I beckoned her over, and took her in my arms for a cuddle. She melted against me, and I rubbed her back a bit. Then, I slowly worked my hands lower, massaging and rubbing. Reaching the small of her back, I slid my fingers down,and began bunching her short skirt around her waist. The cuddling turned a lot less innocent as I slid my hands down onto the cheeks of her butt and began kneading. By this time, she was beginning to rub her crotch against my thigh. I turned my hands inward, toward her anus. When I grasped the flange of the buttplug and began wiggling it around in her tushie, the rubbing turned to frantic thrusting. I figured that she was warmed-up enough for the next part. I slowed the bottom massage gradually to a halt, pulled back, and looked into her eyes.

“Mindy,” I said, “Are you ready for the treatment to continue?”. She nodded.

“All right. I’m going to prepare a cleansing enema, to help you expel those oily suppositories. Meanwhile, remove your skirt and panties and get on the bed. I want you in the knee-chest position, with your bottom toward me, the whole time. Do NOT take out the plug. I will do so, at the proper time. Here’s a vibrator. You may play with your pussy as much as you like, and you may get yourself off if you wish. Do you understand?” At her nod, I said, “Good. Do it.”

I watched (from behind, of course) as she bent to slide the skirt down around her ankles, followed by the thong. She stepped out of the panties, and got on the bed. I helped her position herself in a proper knee-chest, giving her a pillow for her head. Then, I handed her the vibrator and watched the the jelly plug flex and quiver from her anal convulsions as she turned it on and applied it in front.

In the bathroom, I prepared the 8-oz bulb rectal syringe. First, I measured in a teaspoon of almond-flavored Castile soap. Then, to fill, I ran the water as hot as it came, knowing that the bulb would cool before I could administer it.

I came out of the bathroom, bulb in hand, and just stood there for a moment, enjoying the view. Mindy’s plugged bottom was bouncing around in wild abandon, as she gave herself to the vibrator. I watched, not saying anything, until she almost decapitated the butt-plug with the contractions of her sphincter, as an orgasm took her. She pulled out the vibe, and laid it down. I cleared my throat behind her.

“Don’t move, you’re doing fine. Just stay in that position. Are you ready for your rectal exam, and the next treatment?”

I heard a muffled something that sounded like “Uh-huh”, into the pillow.

I replied, “That’s ‘yes, Doctor’!”.

“Yes, Doctor”, she said, in a little-girl voice.

“Good,”, I said, pulling on a glove. “Now, just relax, and take deep breaths…”

The deep breaths turned into puppy-panting as I stretched her anus, removing the plug. Her sphincters had, of course, tightened back down during dinner, so she had to go through the whole relaxation process again. After the shoulder came through her opening, it was downhill from there. The plug popped out, trailing a whitish goo of melted suppository. I dropped it into a container on the dresser, and turned to my patient.

“Now, Mindy, I’m going to examine you. I’ll be gentle, and my finger’s not as thick as the plug. Relax, and breathe deeply. Oh - and spread your buns wide apart with your hands.”

She complied, and paused for a moment to enjoy the view of her total cooperation. Then, I placed the pad of my index finger on her anus, feeling it quiver and contract at the touch. Rotating it side-to-side, I gradually increased pressure until it popped in, and buried it to the knuckle in her suddenly-yielding rectum.

I began with a “proper” medical-feeling rectal exam, rotating my hand clockwise and counter- clockwise and palpating her inner surfaces. This wasn’t just for show. I wanted to make sure that there weren’t any real medical surprises in there to bite us. Showing up to an emergency room and explaining that, well, we’d been playing doctor and…, would be embarrassing.

She was already squirming and wiggling at this point, and then I pulled out, returning inward with both index and middle fingers this time. I had to do a lot of twisting and rotating to get them in, but her bottom stretched to accommodate me. Then, I administered the finishing touch - my other two fingers in her pussy. This really got her going, and she began frantically riding my hand.

I stopped moving my hand myself, and just let her impale herself on her own steam for a bit. Then, I pulled out. She squeaked in disappointment, and turned her head to look at me. As I changed to a clean glove, I said,

“Mindy, you’ve already gotten off once, in this position. Don’t be a greedy, impatient little girl. Are you ready for your first enema?”.

She proved that she learned quickly. “Yes, Doctor!”.

“Good.” I sat down. “Lie down across my lap.” She did.

Taking up the bulb syringe, I squirted a bit on my exposed wrist, as if I were testing a baby- bottle for proper temperature. As I’d thought, it had cooled to just the right warmth. I had her spread her cheeks for me, and slid the nozzle into her anus. I slowly began the squeeze, and her bottom wiggled as she felt the rush of the water. I made sure that I got every drop I could, out of the syringe, and decided it was time for her next orgasm.

Setting the bulb in the plastic tub next to the plug, I slid my freshly-gloved index finger into her rectum. I could feel her wanting to rub against my thigh, and put the middle and ring fingers into her pussy. My pinky found her clit.

“Would you like to come?”, I asked.

“Oh, yes, please, Doctor!” I smiled at the eagerness in her voice.

Slowly at first, to get her used to the rhythm, I began working my hand in her nether parts. She got into it, and I had to put my other hand in the small of her back to keep her from bouncing off my lap and rolling onto the floor. After a couple of minutes of this, I figured that she was ready. Curling my fingers downward, I found that little hot spot on the front of the vaginal wall, right behind her clit. I renewed the external friction with my pinky, and with the other hand, played with her nearest breast. That lit the fuse, for a most satisfactory explosion.

In the aftermath, she turned her head to look at me, and smiled. The smile changed to a grimace, as a cramp hit her from the Castile soap. I didn’t waste time on dialogue; pulling my fingers out of her, I pointed to the bathroom. She obeyed with alacrity, slamming the door. As I heard the first rush of material in the potty, I smiled evilly and began to prepare for the next treatment.

Mindy came out of the bathroom, and I pointed to the bed.

“Now, it’s time to learn a new position. It’s called ‘Sims’ position, after the 19th-century doctor who used it for rectal and gynecological exams. Lie on your left side, head toward the window. Pull your left leg up a bit toward your chest, and bend the knee. Now, right leg a bit further. Here’s a pillow…”

She complied, and I contemplated the nicely exposed rosebud that was winking at me.

“This is an excellent position for your next enema, as it gives the water an initial downhill trip. Now, let’s see what we have for nozzles.”

Her eyes widened a bit in alarm, looking over her shoulder as I sorted through the buttplug tips, dildo nozzle, and assorted colon tubes and inflatables. Since I was, in fact, dealing with a novice, I settled on a modest little Foley catheter with an inflatable tip. She appeared to calm down a bit when she saw how inoffensive it looked. I didn’t inflate the tip in front of her, figuring that a surprise would be more amusing.

I had already measured the proper amount of salt and baking soda into the enema bag I’d be using. I hooked up the Foley, keeping the inflator in my pocket for the moment. Picking up the large candy thermometer I’d laid on the bedside table, I poured a dollop of lube over it.

“Mindy, your mission while I fill the bag for your rinse enema, is to retain this thermometer in your rectum. You may use your hand to hold it, and you may move it in and out if you wish. However, the bulb end cannot leave your anus. Got that?”

She nodded, then quivered a bit as I slid the thermometer into her rectum. As I released it, she reached back and hurriedly grabbed at it before it could slide out.

“Good,” I said, “Hold that thought.”

I went into the bathroom, and quickly filled the enema bag. I shook it a bit to dissolve the salt/soda mix, then burped the air out of the hose. Then, I hooked up the inflator to the air inlet on the side of the catheter tube. Finally, I donned a fresh glove on the hand I’d be using on her bottom pucker.

I came out, to find Mindy stroking the thermometer in her anus. Her bottom wiggles showed me that she was definitely ready for more fun. I came over, and gently took over the thermometer, removing it and laying it aside.

Placing her hand on her upper cheek, I had her hold her buns apart. Then, I used a gloved finger to massage a copious amount of lube into her anal opening. When she was ready, I pushed the Foley into her. With the amount of rectal play she’d had so far, the thin rubber slid about 4 inches in without any effort whatsoever. Then, I squeezed the inflator to fill the balloon inside her sphincter. THAT was an eye-opener for her! I soothed her, explaining that this was just to help her retain the enema. I then wiggled the hose in her anus, giving a couple of sharp tugs to let her feel that nothing was going to come out of there. She slowly relaxed.

I held the bag up, and unclamped the line. The water promptly began filling her, and I could see her panting. I told her to stop me if she got crampy. I alternated watching her bottom squirming, and the water level going down in the bag. She relaxed a bit, then suddenly tensed. When I saw her knees draw up higher, I squeezed off the flow.

I had her roll on her back, and the cramp subsided. I made eye contact, and looked into her face as I opened the clamp again. I held the bag up high until the last bit gurgled downward, then clamped the hose as her internal pressure evened up the flow. Then, I reached down and lifted her legs, encouraging her to hold them up as high and far apart as she could. It turned out that Mindy was amazingly flexible. Taking up the vibrator, I gazed into her eyes as I began buzzing her pussy and clit.

I used my gloved hand to maintain tension on her thin rubber “tail”, wiggling it around as she started to squirm. Holding that thought, I pressed the tip of the vibrator upward, against her vagina’s front wall. She began to wiggle frantically, and I placed the thumb of that hand on her clit. This drove her up the wall, and I persisted. Finally, after a few minutes, I started seeing some telltale signs.

Her head began rolling side-to-side, and her pelvic thrusts got more pronounced. She grabbed my hand, and began pressing it (and the vibrator) deeper. Mindy, at last, came again. This time she really did have to bite the pillow to keep from screaming.

As she calmed down, I slowly deflated the nozzle, and slid the tube out. Her expression of blissful calm suddenly altered. She came off the bed in a flash, and waddled with alacrity into the bathroom, trying to balance speed with an urgent need to keep her bottom clamped tightly shut.

While she was in there, I had plenty of time to prepare for the final act. I placed a couple of towels over the room’s armchair. On the table nearby, I set up a large bottle of lube, and an assortment of toys. After doing a bit of initial cleanup on the instruments used so far, I donned a fresh pair of gloves.

Mindy came out of the bathroom, and I pointed to the chair. I had her kneel on the seat, arms on top of the back. This left her bottom spread wide, anus accessible and distended. Her clit and vaginal opening were equally accessible, making this perfect for the violation I contemplated.

Grabbing the lube bottle, I anointed my finger and began massaging it into her anal ring. Her bottom began to tense and quiver, and I slowly increased the pressure until my invading digit popped through the sphincter and buried itself. I rotated it side-to-side, and stroked in-and- out a bit. She began to get a bit hotter as I lightly massaged her G-spot through the rectovaginal wall.

Judging her ready, I withdrew my finger and lubricated a progressive-bead jelly dildo. The small bead at the tip was only about 3/4 of an inch, but the series increased quickly in size, to a monster almost 2 inches across at the handle. Placing the tip at her opening, I pressed inward.

I was getting seriously aroused, myself, at the spectacle before me. Her well-rounded ass was beginning to wiggle a bit more as she got into it, and each bead stretched her anus a bit more. She had no trouble with the first few, but up over an inch diameter she began panting. I put my thumb on that bead, and began stroking the dildo in and out of her bottom.

After a few strokes, it looked as if she was hot enough, and relaxed enough. I backed my thumb up one bump, stroked inward to that bead, and paused. Then, savoring the stretches and wiggles it caused, I slowly worked that one in. Mindy squirmed and whimpered a bit, and I asked if she was all right.

“Mmmm, yes”, she said. I withdrew that bead, and reinserted. She began moaning a bit, alternating exclamations of “Yes!”, “Uh-huh!”, “Oh!”, and the like. I resumed stroking, including the biggest bump in the insertion.

Reaching up on the table, I picked up a double-pronged vibrator, and turned it on. Holding it so that the second prong would rub her clit, I slowly slid it into her pussy. That triggered some frantic action on Mindy’s part. She began some pelvic gyrations that had to be seen (and felt) to be believed. I increased the speed of my stroking in her ass a bit, then maintained it until it looked like she was just about to get off. Then, I inserted the bead toy as far as I had been, and then deliberately stretched her one more bump.

That put Mindy over the edge. She went into a moaning, humping climax that lasted an amazingly long time, and left her draped, limp, over the chair. I withdrew the toys, and leaned over, kissing the side of her neck below her ear. She sighed. While she knelt there, too limp to move, I gently wiped the excess lube from around her anus.

“Ready for bed?”, I asked. She nodded. Peeling back the covers, I helped her into the bed. She snuggled up, head on a pillow, and watched me cleaning up the toys. By the time I was done, she was unable to keep her eyes open. Picking up my bag, I paused to kiss her forehead lightly, then let myself out…

Doctor Butt, Specializing in anal medical fun, for ladies of consenting age.

Prologue: I am a 34 year old lesbian RN who works in a clinic in Nevada. I am very guarded about my lesbianism so as not to alarm anyone in this homophobic world in which we live. Thus, no one at the clinic knows of my orientation.

Also, nurses are taught in college to avoid becoming intimate with a patient. Thus, I am very cautious about showing physical affection toward a patient or acknowledging sexual remarks to me, usually from men since I am very feminine looking. I am 5′7″, 130 lbs, 36C, 24, 34. Strawberry blond hair just past my shoulders and green eyes. I am often complimented on my looks.

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However, I did let my guard down one time with a very attractive female patient who was in for a standard physical. I don’t believe she knows of my orientation, but I succumbed to her offer. Here it is:

A lady about my age and in very good physical condition has been a patient at the clinic for many years. I have been administering her annual physical for about the past five years. She is married and has two children. During her last physical exam, she complimented me on my gentle technique. I thanked her and continued with the exam. When we finished the pap smear and it was time for her to stand on the floor and bend over the table for the rectal exam, she mentioned to me as I was
gliding my finger into her anus that the physician who used to examine her before I began was very rough and caused her to dread the exam, especially the rectal exam. Then, to my surprise, while I was still inside her rectum, she told me how she has really come to enjoy the rectal exam I do. I thought to myself that this is just another woman who becomes physically excited by the stimulation of the nerves in the rectal area. As I was pulling out of her, she stated that she has had fantasies about my giving her a rectal exam for the past two years. She turned to me and must have noticed the surprised look on my face. She
apologized for being so frank, but she felt that she must tell me. She wanted to know if it was wrong for her to think this way. I am normally a very composed person. But, she caught me off guard. I must admit that I loved giving her a rectal exam because of her sheer beauty. But, I could never jeopardize my medical career and make such a statement. I just muttered that it is somewhat common for a patient to become attached to a caregiver, especially if the caregiver is gentle, as she said I am. But, what she then said really floored me.

She thanked me for the enjoyable rectal exam and then asked me if she could relate another fantasy to me. I said sure–I can keep a secret, especially since we have a confidentiality agreement. She told me that it is her fantasy to give me a rectal exam right after I give her one. She wanted to know if she could carry out her fantasy now.

I must have turned beet red. She again apologized and said she was only wondering. Here is this beautiful women standing in front of me with nothing on but a bra and she wants to get sexual with me! I told her that her fantasy was fine, but it put me in deep professional jeopardy. She told me that she figured that much. And, that is why she would agree to tell anyone, if word ever got out about this, that I was just teaching her about rectal exams. This sounded far-fetched to me, but I must have shown some sign of thinking about this idea. She then assured me that this would only be between us since she could never tell her
husband and since she knew that our relationship should stay professional. Something in her voice convinced me that she was sincere. So, against my better judgment, I agreed to let her rectally examine me.

I asked her if she wanted to put her panties back on. She said that her fantasy required her to be in the same nakedness as when she got her exam. I took her to the counter and showed her the rubber gloves and lubricant. She took a moment to put the glove on since they are tricky to put on for the first time. She then put a generous amount of lubricant on her index finger and smiled. She looked at me with a gleam in her eye and stated that she was ready for the exam.

I walked over to the exam table and slid my pink scrubs to my ankles and then, to give her an erotic show without letting her know it, slowly slid my white panties off my hips and to my knees. I bent over the table. She instantly noticed the dimple I have in my right buttock. I swear that every women I have ever been with falls in love with my dimple. I must admit that it does look sexy, even to me in a mirror. Anyway, this gal had been paying attention during my years of giving her a rectal exam. She gently opened my buttocks with her left hand and gently pressed her right index finger into my anus. As she slid in, she
mentioned to me that this was the first time she had ever been inside a rectum. She had never even fingered herself. She could not believe how tight it is. She worked the finger in and out. I had a hard time not wanting to cum because anal penetration feels great to me. But, soon enough, she was done. I stood up and pulled my panties and scrubs back on. As I turned around, she was smiling from ear to ear and pulling the glove off. She cooed a thank you to me.

I asked her if she wanted me to complete her physical now. We did. She did not mention anything of my rectal exam until we were done and she was dressed, ready to leave. She thanked me and assured me that this would be our secret. I went home that evening concerned about what I had done. But, that was eleven months ago and nothing has ever been said. I guess I am safe.

I must admit that I have a wonderful memory of not only my exam on her, but also her exam on me. We will see what happens when she comes back for her next physical at the end of summer.

My story begins when I go to my former pediatrician’s office to pick up a copy of my vaccination record for my new GP. I have been seeing this new doctor for a few years, and just recently the issue of past vaccinations arose, so I thought getting my records was a good idea. I show up at the end of the day, rushing to his office right from work. By the time I get there, the receptionist is just closing, but welcomes me in to pick up my chart. She mentions that Dr. Burns is still in his office catching up on some files and that if I wanted to pop my head in to say hello it was ok. As I head down to his office I hear her leave and lock the door behind her.

“Dr. Burns? It’s me, Melissa Corey. Just wanted to say hi while I was here.” He looked up from his chart and motioned for me to take a seat in front of him. As I removed my coat he finished writing and pushed the file aside. “Melissa my dear, it’s so good to see you again. How are you?” We spent a few minutes chatting - I told him all about my job and how happy I was to get something right after graduating from college. He listened and seemed genuinely interested. It’s funny when you become an adult and talk like one with the person who has seen you in every aspect turn into who you are. But that is not the object of this story. As I stand up to say goodbye, Dr. Burns stands as well and reaches over to put his hand on my shoulder. “you know Melissa, you are due for a tetanus booster. Why don’t I give it to you now and spare you a trip to your doctor?”

I agreed to his offer - it made sense to do it while I was there instead of making another trip. He lead me into an exam room and asked me to remove my blouse. I unbuttoned my blouse as he prepared the syringe. As he swabbed my arm, I sneezed. Dr. Burns remarked that he didn’t remember me having allergies and asked if I was coming down with something. I answered that with the excitement of the new job and all my normal routine had been slightly off, so maybe I was. As he plunged the syringe into my arm, he suggested that he check me out, just to be safe. I reluctantly agreed, knowing full well that arguing with him was futile.

“Well Melissa, you know the routine - take everything off and jump up on the table.” As Dr. Burns spoke he turned to wash his hands at the sink. I had already removed my blouse and then continued by taking off my skirt, lingering for a moment before removing my tights, as I debated whether I should take my bra and panties off as well. I decided to leave them on, afterall, he is a pediatrician! As I sat on the table, he turned around. He looked at me and remarked what a beautiful woman I had become. He began by taking my blood pressure and then looking into my eyes, ears and throat. As I said “aaahh”, he remarked that there was a bit of redness there. After feeling my glands, he informed me that he wanted to take a strep culture, just to be certain. He took the swab and then continued with the exam. He listened to my chest, and then undid my bra to listen to my
heart. I must have blushed a little, as he said that he had seen plenty of breasts before and not to be embarrassed. That made me even more embarrassed! But on with the story.

Next was taking my temperature, a procedure I remember loathing as I got older. You see, Dr. Burns was a stickler for detail and insisted not only on using a rectal thermometer, but he used a digital one that beeped when it was done. I was hoping that he would respect my dignity and spare me the humiliation. But I should have known better. “C’mon now Melissa, on your tummy like a good girl” chided the good doctor. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. Not only was I about to have my temperature taken in my ass by a pediatrician, but he was talking to me as if I were a child. I wished that the exam table would suddenly melt into the floor. I reluctantly rolled onto my stomach and obligingly lifted my hips so that he could lower my panties.
He then dipped the thermometer in vaseline and brought it towards me. I could feel the weight of his stare upon my rosebud when he drove the thermometer home. He then rested his hand on my buttocks and started to ask me about my last visit to the gynecologist as my temp registered. I didn’t answer him as I couldn’t believe he was asking me that! After a few moments of silence, he spoke, telling me that with the changing times, and girls getting sexually active earlier in life that he had begun performing pelvics on some of his patients and was thinking of expanding his general pediatric practice to a pediatric gynecology practice. I was a bit surprised to be hearing all this and just nodded as I felt my cheeks turning a lovely shade of crimson.

“Now Melissa, there is nothing to be ashamed of. I’m sure that by now you have seen a gynecologist and I just wanted to know how recently, as a concern of general health. So, when was your last visit?” I told him that I hadn’t been to one since my senior year of college. Actually, the only gynecologist I had ever seen was at college. Of course he was not happy with that answer and decided that when he finished checking me out he would demonstrate his gynecological technique to me too. I could hardly
wait…Luckily, the thermometer beeped as we were finishing that conversation. It seems that I was running a temp and the good doctor was glad that he caught it. “Probably nothing more than a mild throat infection. We’ll get that cleared right up with some antibiotics, now why don’t you lie back so I can finish the examination.”

I lay back and he began by palpating my abdomen. I closed my eyes at this point, as simply looking at him embarrassed me
further. He prodded for a minute or so, mumbled something about feeling a mass, and then continued down to my panties.
He did the one thing that bothered me even more than his rectal temp method - he lifted the band of my panties, took a look, and then pulled them back up. I don’t really know why that bothered me so much, but it did. He had me sit up before continuing with the rest of the exam. “Well, I felt something when I was examining your abdomen - it may be nothing it may be something, so please answer me honestly. When was your last bowel movement?” I actually was a bit worried, and quickly answered that I had last gone yesterday morning. His “uh-huh” response was not reassuring. Nor were the comments that followed. “Well then Melissa, I think I should do a rectal examination to rule out anything more serious, as I’m not so sure that it is just constipation.” At this point, I was no longer all that comfortable sitting clad only in panties at the age of 23 at my pediatrician’s office. I wanted to politely tell him that I would call my GP tomorrow and schedule an appointment, but I was feeling intimidated, as if he would call my mother if I left, so reluctantly I continued to comply with the good doctor’s instructions and followed him to the bathroom so he could collect a urine sample and so that I could empty my bladder before both the pelvic and rectal exams.

I followed him back to the exam room, noting the silence in the rest of the office. I sat up on the table and Dr. Burns extended the stirrups. He informed me that he wanted to begin with the pelvic and then end with the rectal exam. Just lovely I thought to myself - let this be a lesson to me to have records faxed in the future! But on with the exam. He snapped on a pair of gloves and began by visually inspecting my genitals - he scrutinized as if he had never seen an adult woman naked before. He then examined my vaginal lips and tugged a little at my pubic hair. He explained that he wanted to assess the coarseness and length
- I had never heard of that, but was too annoyed already to question him. I think he sensed that, as a few other aspects
of the exam seemed out of the ordinary. He continued by running his index finger up and down my slit. I wanted to stop myself, but I started getting wet, VERY wet. I couldn’t believe myself or the situation. I just closed my eyes and lay there on the exam table. He flicked my clit a few times and then announced that he was going to begin with the speculum and then the bimanual exam. With that, he turned to pick up a speculum.

He inserted the cool metal and began to slowly expand it, causing me little discomfort. He shone a penlight to see my cervix and then took a Pap smear. He withdrew the swab, and then closed the handles, turned the speculum, and removed it from my vagina. After replacing the speculum on the tray, he squeezed some KY onto his fingers and started with one finger in my vagina. He then pushed in a second finger and felt around some more. With two fingers in, he then pushed down above my pubic bone, and explained that he was trying to feel my ovaries. After a few moments, he stopped pressing and withdrew his fingers. My eyes still closed, I heard him squeeze KY again. Without warning, he had a finger in my vagina and one poking at my anus. He told me to relax to allow him entrance, and I stifled a sob. He continued pressing forward and my anal ring allowed his finger to penetrate my rectum. He pushed around and then removed his fingers from both holes. I took a deep breath, opened my eyes, and began to sit up. He was stripping off his gloves when he noticed me sitting up. “Melissa, we aren’t quite done yet. There’s still the rectal exam to do. Please lie back down.” Silly me. I thought he was done after that finger fucking of my ass. But once again he had a card up his sleeve.

With my legs in the stirrups, he pushed them wider so as to give him a better view of my anus. He put on a fresh pair of gloves, dabbed on some KY and began to insert his finger. He pushed in, slowly at first and soon I felt him penetrate beyond his second knuckle. He twisted and turned his finger, seeming not to want to miss a millimetre of my previously virgin area. He removed his finger and I breathed a sigh of relief. Until, that is I saw him pick up a rectal speculum. “I want to get a better look, and take a swab back there. This might hurt a bit, as you are rather tight, but if you relax it won’t be that bad. Now take a deep breath…” He was so calm compared to my bundle of nerves, as he pushed the shiny metal into me. And he was right - it did hurt! I wanted to scream out, but instead I lay there like a rag doll as he continued his assault on my anal area. Satisfied with the depth of the speculum, he began expanding it, and once again produced the penlight to take a better look. He took the hemocult swab, closed and removed the speculum, much to my relief. Before allowing me up, he re-inserted his finger and pressed down on my abdomen with his other hand. He mumbled something incomprehensible, and then withdrew his finger. At last I was allowed to sit up.

I realized my nakedness as Doc Burns turned to speak to me. He told me that everything appeared to be normal, however he
was concerned about the mass he had felt in my abdomen. He gave me the option of an enema, which would allow him to
examine the contents of my bowels, or a suppository which would most likely take effect when I got home. I chose to maintain what little dignity remained and opted for the suppository. He seemed somewhat disappointed when I gave my response but chose not to argue. He opened a cabinet and withdrew two suppositories. He unwrapped the little bullets, relubed his finger and inserted the first. He kept his finger in my anus for a moment, withdrew it and pushed the second one home. This time his finger lingered much longer, and he explained that he wanted it to melt completely. He then squeezed my buttocks together for a few minutes and then finally wiped away the excess lube and whatnot that was around my hole. He turned to wash his hands and I began to get dressed. I pulled my panties on quickly and then looked for my bra, hoping to cover as much of myself as quickly as I could. I had one arm of my blouse on when the good doctor turned to me and said “Now Melissa, I hope you haven’t forgotten about that mild throat infection. We still need to deal with that.” I replied that I thought he was going to
prescribe some antibiotics. “Oh yes Melissa, antibiotics are necessary, however I think that a shot will be more effective than oral antibiotics. You can finish putting on your blouse, but then please hop back on to the table, lying on your tummy.”

I was in shock, again! I was hardly expecting another needle, let alone one in my ass. But I knew that I had no choice, so once again I was lying face down on the table. The shot wasn’t a painful as I thought it would be, although maybe it was - I couldn’t tell you, because I passed out before Doc Burns started plunging the antibiotics into me. By the time I came to, he was finished his assault on my body and was washing up. I sat up, still feeling a bit woozy, and he told me that I could get dressed. He also
mentioned that my best course of action would be to have another shot tomorrow and a third one the next day. The alternative was 10 days on oral antibiotics. Needless to say, I took the prescription for 10 days. As I was walking out of the office, I debated whether or not to thank him. But I heard him close his office door and I was pretty sure that I heard him unzip his pants - I figured that was thanks enough.

With the exception of name changes, the story you are about to read is
100% true.
During 1986 through ?87 I shared an apartment with a 21-22 year old
Italian female nymph. We’ll call her Lisa. Lisa had a perfectly
proportioned, petite body, and a cute face, and was game for just about
anything. During that time I had more sex than I ever imagined (I was 26
at the time). This gave me an opportunity to play out this fetish I had
since before I knew what sex was.

I had often fantasized about taking a females temp rectally, so I
couldn?t think of a better test subject than Lisa. It would often go
like this….

I would have her remove her jeans, and lie on her stomach while I got
things ready. My heart would pound as I removed the thermometer from its
case. It always brought a raging hard-on as I shook it down and dipped
it in the KY. Then I would put a pillow under her mid section and gently
pull her panties down just below her knees (the panties had to stay
partially on) then with one hand I would spread her cheeks and with the
other, slowly insert the thermometer.

As it turned out, Lisa really liked it too. She would moan and groan
while waiting for it, and in many occasions would ask for it. This would
serve as great foreplay and we would have terrific sex
afterwards…anyway, our relationship soured after a while and I threw
her out of the apartment in September of 87. Within a few months I was
hooked up with a new girlfriend (we’ll call her Denise).

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Since Denise had a lot more class and a lot more brains than Lisa (Lisa
WAS sort of a bimbo, even if it isn?t polite to say so).

I was ashamed to mention my fetish to her. And I even went as far as to
throw the thermometers out before moving Denise in. I settled in to a
pretty normal sex life with Denise and we married a year later and moved
to a new town ..

I would often reminisce about my fun with Lisa and would wonder about
“doing it to Denise”. She certainly had a sensitive ass and always
enjoyed anal stimulation. I would jokingly suggest it whenever the
subject would come up. She would respond with a “yeah right” or
something.

Until one night I was going through drawer. I came upon what appeared to
be a white thermometer case. much to my surprise, It had the name of our
new pharmacy on it !!!I

I quickly opened the case and slowly pulled the thermometer out,
exposing a round stubby tip. The sight of it brought a tremendous
hard-on. The first chance I got I approached her about it. She first
said something like, “we needed one but I bought a rectal by mistake?”

“Yeah right,” I thought to my self, (sorry folks you don?t buy that by
accident). It was then I knew that she wanted it. I could tell this
conversation was embarrassing her so I backed off.

A few days later after some heavy sex, we were lying naked on the couch,
she said “why don?t you get the thermometer ?” and I was happy to
oblige. I had her lie across my lap while I took her temp. Anyway, we
still use the thermometer from time to time. We don?t want to wear it
out … maybe this fetish isn?t so unusual after all.

My first encounter with seeing a woman being examined was when I was a
teenager working for my uncle one summer. I use to fix appliances such
as refrigerators and washers. One day I got a service call to fix a
refrigerator for a doctor at his home. I got to the large two story home
and was ushered in by this very old man who turned out was a retired
doctor. As we walked through his house I notice an exam room filled with
very old medical furniture and equipment. He told me saw a few patients
from time to time.

As I was working on the refrigerator, the bell rang and the doctor
answered. In walked very attractive women about thirty or so. The doctor
walked her to that exam room I passed. He guided her into the room and
left the door almost fully open.

She walked up to the table and removed her top, skirt then her slip. She
removed her bra exposing her bountiful breasts. Then she put her slip
back on over her almost naked body. She sat on the table for awhile
waiting for the doctor. The doctor walked in front of her and began
talking with her.

I was hidden by the fridge but could see all. I guess he forgot I was
there and left the door open. He took her temp and looked in her mouth
and ears. Then he opened this glass and wood cabinet and took this old
fashioned stethoscope with brown tubing and a big bell and put it on. He
then placed it on her back and she began to take deep breaths as he
moved the stethoscope around her back. She then lowered her slip to her
waist exposing her chest again.

I could see her naked from the waist up sitting on the exam table. Her
breasts were full and round, her chest heaving up and down as she
breathed. The doctor probed her chest with the stethoscope as she took
deep breaths; he pushed the stethoscope into the top of her left breast
and I watch her chest rise and fall; then he lifted her left breast
slightly to get under it and listened. She then lay down and he tapped
on her chest; listened with the stethoscope again.

Then he examined her abdomen with his hands and used the stethoscope to
listen. After probing her abdomen he walked away as this beautiful woman
stood up and slid slip up over her rear end and slid her panties down
exposing her gorgeous rear end; she turned around and bent over the exam
table. The doctor came back into view with a needle. It was one of that
old glass-and- steel-type. It had two round rings on the end where his
finger slid in to hold it and a ring for his thumb to push the plunger.
The needle was long; I couldn’t believe that I was seeing this.

I could see him place cotton over her buttocks area and then he drilled
the injection into her. I heard her wince in pain as it went into her
flesh. Then he withdrew it and wiped the area. She stood up and began to
dress. I watch her dress pulling her panties up and putting on her bra
and slip again.

Then I turned back to my work as they moved to another room. I went
outside to my truck and waited for her to come out.

As our eyes met I smiled and said hello. She replied hello. I don’t
think she even knew that I was in the house.
I will never forget that day.

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The walk between our houses was only a mere one hundred and fifty yards
and the normal walk would only take a few minutes. On this date at this
time it seemed to take an hour. Upon arrival on the porch I rang the
doorbell with a nervous hand. The words seemed to be stuck in my mouth a
first when I asked her if she would give me an enema. Her first reaction
was can’t you wait till your mother comes home. I replied back saying no
that needed one now and it could not wait. Her next question was where,
my house or her house? I replied at my house and then headed back to my
house.

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Upon arrival back at my house I started too prepare for the enema I was
about to receive from my neighbor whom I have live next too for twelve
years now. I have always liked her and the five daughters for years. I
would love to have sex with this neighbor as well also. I had always
lusted after her and her sexy legs. I had always looked at them when
clad in the pantyhose and enjoyed them much. After going to the bathroom
and getting the equipment out of the closet and placing in on the
countertop there was a knock at the back door. I went up the hall way
and through the den and kitchen and I arrived at the back door. I open
the door and there we both stood looking eye to eye. I asked her in and
we traveled the path I had just walked, but this time my neighbor who
was about to give me an enema was following me.

Once in the bathroom she saw the equipment on the countertop. She
started the water in the sink and she started to prepare the enema she
was going to give me. She asked me to remove my pants and lay on the
bath rug. She stated for me to lie on my right side, by doing this my
penis was away from her. Next she put some grease on the enema tip she
was about to insert into anus. The mere thought of this gave me the
biggest erection of my life. I wanted to just jump up and show it too
her and hope she would show me the way and let me enjoy sex for the
first time at the ripe age of fifteen. It did not happen instead I felt
the tip being inserted into my anus, the click and rush of warm water
coming deep into me. Next come the words from her take short deep
breaths and I would be able to take the whole two quarts. She left the
bathroom after a couple more minutes and learning I was okay. My
erection was about to burst and I had no help to release it. After
taking the whole two quarts I sat on the commode and started to release
the water inside of me. My neighbor left once she hears me on the
commode.

To this day at the age of forty-two I still joys enemas. I do most
my-self but have enjoyed them being given by two other women other than
my mother. My next two stories will be about the other two women that
given me enemas.

This is a mostly true story. It happened when I was 19 years old. I am a
strawberry blonde with very curly hair and white skin and have always
been chubby with very round breasts. I had gone to a urologist at a
teaching hospital in my city for small amounts of urine escaping when I
would run or cough, etc. He recommended that I get tested to rule out
some more serious conditions. I had no idea what he had in mind or what
I was getting into, so I agreed.

I showed up for my appointment not knowing what to expect. I was greeted
by a very young resident, not much older than myself. He instructed my
to remove all my clothes and change into a gown. There was a pitcher of
water and a glass, which he asked me to begin drinking to make sure I
had a full bladder.

He left the room while I changed into a very short gown that left the
bottom half of my body completely exposed. I finished the water and
nervously sat down on the table waiting with my hands in my lap very
embarrassed and trying vainly to cover up my pubic area. He came back in
the room with another young male resident and one of them told me to
just lay back on the table and place my legs in the stirrups. I did as I
was told and both of them were staring at my now wide open exposed
vagina. They cranked the stirrups even farther apart so they could see
everything completely unobstructed. I felt the cool air on my open
pussy, and felt speechless and out of control. Plus I really had to pee
now after drinking all that water.

One of the residents took a warm wet washcloth and began to slowly wash
my exposed vaginal area, making sure to clean me very thoroughly, slowly
stroking my labia and pulling the lips out a bit so he could clean me.
As he was moving the skin around and opening me more with his fingers, I
begin to get aroused and squirm a bit under his touch. Then he informed
me that he would be inserting the catheter and I would feel a momentary
sting of pain and then an urge to pee, but would not be able to. I had
no idea what he was talking about.

One of the residents’ took hold of my labia and stretched them far apart
while the other one inserted the catheter, telling me to breath out as
he put it up into my bladder. So now I am lying back with a catheter
sticking out of me. He began to have me pee at periodic times, while he
would catch the pee in a bucket and measure the outcome to see how much
my bladder could hold. I couldn’t believe the sensation of having to pee
in front of the two men and having no control over my bladder. At some
points they just “made” me pee and others would stop it midstream.

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Although I was incredibly embarrassed, I was also in a kind of altered
sub state and aroused at the same time. No wonder years later I love
having my lover lick and play with my urethra as much as my clit. He has
learned to stimulate both at the same time, pulling the labia, licking
my clit and running his tongue and fingers over my urethra. This reminds
me of this first exam and drives me crazy!

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A Sensual Examination

the story with pics

Your last visit to your doctor took place more than a year ago. Now it
was time for another routine checkup by the gynecologist. Much had
happened in the last year you had lost weight gained confidence in
yourself, and looked quite different. Your hair was longer, and you had
tinted it to a shade of red that made heads turn when you walked down
the street. Your makeup was more professional, too, and your eyes were
particularly outstanding - the soft black liner you used made their very
light blue color even more noticeable. Your style of dressing had become
more sensuous; you now favored clinging fabrics and close fitting slacks.

You wondered if the doctor would notice the change in you. He was very
handsome, you’d always thought - but very professional. As you sat in
the waiting room, you smiled to yourself, remembering the schoolgirl
crush you had always had on him. You figured it happened to almost every
woman - falling in love with her gynecologist - but your feeling hadn’t
dissipated. Here it was, a full year since you’d last visited him, and
you felt your heart beating faster just wondering if he still looked the
same. Talk about graying at the temples and all that! He had a
year-round tan which he maintained by skiing in the winter and sailing
in the summer. He was clean shaven and always looked spotless, with Paul
Newman blue eyes that added to his virile image. The short-sleeved
shirts he wore showed off his strong arms to their best advantage. The
nurse interrupted your daydreams by calling out your name. She led you
into one of the examining rooms where you were to remove all your
clothing. You started to disrobe but hadn’t quite finished when the door
opened and Doctor Gordon walked in There you were, in your bra, with one
foot in and one foot out of your bikini panties when you froze.

“Sorry,” he said, “I thought you were ready for me.”

“Uh, uh, that’s okay,” you muttered and hurried along.

Finishing quickly, you stood nude for a moment and thought you caught
him glance at you. You went up to the examining table and looked for the
robe that was usually there, but couldn’t find.

“Oh, I think we can dispense with that,” he said and offered you a hand
in getting up onto the table. “You seem to have reduced your weight
since I last examined you,” he remarked.

“Yes,” you said and silently cursed the blush that swept over you.

“No need to be embarrassed,” he said. “You look very well.”

“Thank you” was all you could think to say.

“Now move down to the end of the table and put your feet here,” he said.
He gently helped you move your hips to the edge as you got into position
for the examination. He began to professionally knead and prod your
breasts. As he finished, you could have sworn you felt his hand brush
past your nipples. But surely you must have imagined it…. Then he
moved down to the end of the table for the internal. He was very gentle
and thorough and asked several routine questions. Then his questions
took a different turn.

“How are your sexual responses?” he asked.

Although you were startled, he was, after all, your doctor, and you
assumed he wanted to know for some professional reason “Well, fine, I
guess.”

“Let’s see,” he said and then his finger was deep inside of you - deeper
than you thought was possible. He began to manipulate your insides and
asked, “Does this feel good?” The sensation from his fingering made you
feel fantastic and helpless at the same time. It started to grow and
grow but you didn’t know what to do about it. You didn’t want to be
lying there on his table with an orgasm about to erupt. “Relax,” he
said, his voice very soft now. “Do you feel like you’re going to have an
orgasm?”

“Well - yes,” you sputtered.

“Fine, fine,” he said, “Just see if you can relax and let it happen.”

“I don’t think I can,” you replied.

“Well, try. And I’ll help you.” So you closed your eyes and pretended
that you were not in a doctor’s office. And again the warm tingling
sensation began. His finger was working in you relentlessly. His body
was pressing on you so slightly as he leaned against the table. “Let it
happen,” he kept saying, “let yourself come….”

And then - you did. An orgasm rushed over your body, and you shivered
with the suddenness of it. But he didn’t stop. He kept moving his finger
and urging you to try once more.

“See if you can do it again,” he said and his voice was even more
hushed. “I’ll try something different now.” That same tantalizing finger
continued to excite you, but now his other hand moved against your
clitoris, gently at first, just brushing past it, back and forth. The
rhythm of both hands was hypnotizing - the back and forth pulsation of
one while the other teased your clitoris. And then there was something
wet and soft at your clit, and you realized that it was his mouth and he
was licking you. You didn’t know whether to jump off the table or to
protest or what. So you kept your eyes closed and let him go on.

His tongue on the outside and his finger inside, were taking you higher
and higher. You felt the licking increase in intensity - your clitoris
hardened, your body tensed, and you knew you were about to come again.
You were moving to meet his tongue and his finger, and you heard soft
purring sounds escape from deep within you. Suddenly you were into
another marvelous orgasm which went on forever because he wouldn’t stop
his licking and fingering. You kept coming until you couldn’t bear any
more.

Then he gently pulled out his finger and stopped with his mouth. You
opened your eyes and saw his face was very flushed. But his voice was
professional and crisp as he said, “Well, I think your responses are
fine, but you should really come in to see me about once a month, so I
can make sure everything continues this way.”

And he turned and left the room, leaving you to dress.

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