Examined

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

A s he looked down at her crimson bottom, Dr. Harris knew he’d given Kirsten exactly the correction she needed, and she’d responded to it exactly as he’d hoped. Now he could continue her treatment with the knowledge that, for a while at least, the lingering sting in her punished backside would leave her compliant, even if only reluctantly so.

After giving her time to compose herself, he helped his patient gently to her feet and then instructed her to lie on her back on the exam table. Kirsten quickly obeyed despite the flush in her cheeks that indicated she had not forgotten what was coming next.

Lifting into place the table’s exam stirrups, he ordered her to place one foot into each. This instruction was followed more hesitantly than the order to lie back on the table, but nonetheless it was followed, leaving Kirsten’s pink, lightly haired pussy fully on display for him.

These were not ordinary gynecological stirrups, however, as Kirsten no doubt realized moments later when a leather strap was buckled around each ankle. A second strap was then secured just below each knee, making it impossible for her to either lower her legs or close them.

“What… what are you doing, doctor?” she asked nervously, after having taken a moment to process what had just happened.

“I find that this portion of the treatment is often easier when the patient is restrained so as to be unable to interfere with it.”

Kirsten made no reply to this, seeming unsure what reply would be appropriate.

Walking to the head of the table, Dr. Harris lifted two leather cuffs from underneath the table before placing one around each of Kirsten’s wrists. The cuffs were attached to straps which were bolted to the underside of the table, which he adjusted to pull her arms taut above her head. Finally, moving around to the other side, he placed a thick leather strap across her torso just a little above her belly button.

Kirsten was now well and truly helpless.

Leaving her to contemplate her situation for a moment, Dr. Harris opened a cabinet on the other side of the room and produced a large, stainless-steel bowl, a disposable razor, a can of shaving cream, and a wash rag. After filling the bowl with warm water, he set all the items on a small rolling cart, which he then pulled over to sit at the foot of the table. Before taking a seat on his stool to begin baring her pussy fully and properly, he walked up to the head of the table to look down at Kirsten’s crimson cheeks.

It was time to leave the pretense of this being a purely medical preceding behind. He considered what was in store for Kirsten to be a form of treatment—one that had proven highly effective in fact—but many aspects of it were more of an art than a science.

An art at which he was a master.

“Do you know what’s going to happen next, Kirsten?”

She knew, of course. He had told her, and her position allowed her to see the preparations he was making out of the corner of her eye. But he wanted to hear her say it.

“You’re… you’re going to shave me, doctor.”

“Where am I going to shave you, Kirsten?

“My… my… please, doctor!”

“Answer my question, Kirsten.”

“You’re going to shave my pussy, doctor.”

“That’s right, Kirsten. I’m going to shave that pretty, pink, spread-open pussy of yours completely bare so that it’s properly on display for your treatment today.” He paused for a long moment before delivering the next line. “Ask me to shave your pussy bare, Kirsten.”

“What? I don’t want my pussy shaved! Please don’t… I can’t ask you to do that!”

Without wasting any time debating or scolding, he simply reached down and gave Kirsten’s right nipple a rough pinch and a twist followed quickly by the same treatment to her left nipple.

She cried out loudly.

“You’ll learn quickly that I don’t like to have to repeat an instruction. And when I do, it will almost always mean that the instruction will become more humiliating for you. Now ask me to shave your pretty pink pussy fully bare so that every fold will be on display for your treatment.”

With the fingers of one hand resting gently around one of her sore nipples and his other hand on her shoulder in a way that was simultaneously calming and clearly indicative of who was in charge, he knew Kirsten would feel completely helpless with no option left but to comply.

Her voice quavering, she spoke at last. “Please shave my pretty pink pussy completely bare so that every fold is on display for my treatment.”

“Good girl,” he said, and as he anticipated, the simple term sent a new flush running all the way down her bare chest. It was obvious that Kirsten now knew without a doubt who was in control of her beautiful body.

Moving to stand between his helpless patient’s legs, Dr. Harris let the fingers of one hand brush over her naked form before dragging just his fingertip down the wet lips of her pussy.

As she lay on the exam table bare, bound, and blushing, Kirsten could only imagine how shameful it would feel to have this infuriatingly handsome doctor shave her pussy for her.

She could only imagine for now, at least. In a moment she would know.

Gazing between her widely splayed thighs, she watched as the doctor squirted shaving cream onto a wash rag, then worked it into a lather before spreading it over her mound and lips.

Moving slowly and meticulously, he lifted the razor and started with her mound, taking his time, pausing to swirl the blade in the water after each pass. When her mound had been shaved completely, he moved to her outer lips. Once those too were bare, he parted them with his fingers and carefully maneuvered the razor to remove any hair from the folds in between.

When he had completed a first pass over every inch of Kirsten’s now almost entirely bald pussy, he soaked the rag in the warm water and rinsed her clean of shaving cream before lathering her up again for a second, even more careful pass to ensure the job was done properly.

After the second rinse she thought it was over, but then Kirsten heard what sounded like metal scraping against metal as Dr. Harris began shifting the stirrups that held her ankles.

She felt her left leg being lifted further up and back so that her knee was almost beside her left breast, and a moment later the doctor completed the same process with her right leg, leaving her still widely spread thighs almost parallel with her torso and her calves perpendicular to the table and spread even further apart. To her horror, this new position put her anus fully on display.

“What are you doing, doctor?”

“I’m shaving you completely, Kirsten. This treatment will require you to be entirely bare, even between your cheeks.”

“But doctor, I don’t even think there’s any hair there.”

“I prefer to be thorough,” Dr. Harris said before lathering the rag again and rubbing it between her lewdly parted bottom cheeks, taking extra time to ensure that even her little pucker was not missed.

Kirsten had been right about their being minimal hair in this region, and the razor glided smoothly along the cleft of her bottom and around and even directly over her sensitive anus.

When he was done, the doctor rinsed her, even going so far as to press a finger against the washcloth to force a small bit of the material a fraction of an inch into her bottom hole to ensure it too was cleansed of all shaving cream. Kirsten hoped he was finished then, but her hopes were quickly dashed when he lathered the rag again and began the same meticulous second pass he had completed earlier with her pussy.

Having finished with the razor at last, he rinsed her again, once more using his finger to ensure that her tight bottom hole was not missed. As she lay there, the doctor looked up at her from between her open legs.

“This is a completely bare pussy now, isn’t it, Kirsten?

“Yes, doctor,” she replied meekly.

After dumping the bowl with the remaining water and shaving cream and the remnants of the hair that had once at least partially hidden her charms, he returned with a fresh hand towel and began to pat dry her mound, her pussy, the cleft of her bottom, and finally her little rosebud.

As Kirsten wondered what would come next, he walked to the side of the table and she heard the same scraping of metal on metal as he readjusted the stirrups back to their original position, leaving the small of her back resting again on the table, her legs still spread wide, and her pussy still on display.

“It’s time for me to begin your examination, Kirsten,” he said matter-of-factly.

Begin? What had he been doing this whole time?

“What do you mean, doctor? You’ve been examining me for a long time now.”

“Yes, that’s true,” he replied in an almost patronizing way. “However, I’m confident that the root of the issues you’ve been experiencing lies in the part of you that I’m about to examine. While the preliminaries are important, what comes next is the reason the judge sent you to me.”

Leaving her for a moment to digest that statement, he walked over to a nearby counter, and her vision was momentarily blocked by her own leg in the stirrup. She heard the distinct sound of a latex exam glove being snapped on, first once and then a second time. It was almost comical for him to start using gloves at this point, but she didn’t dare protest.

The doctor walked back to stand once more between her legs, and Kirsten felt his gloved fingers glide over her newly smooth mound, then along the crease of each inner thigh. Moving lower, his fingers brushed across the outer lips of her pussy from the top to the bottom.

This felt like no exam Kirsten had ever experienced before, but she said nothing.

His fingertips teased even lower, just barely touching her little rosebud, which, though not as exposed as it had been when the stirrups were in the other position, was still easily accessible to his touch. Up and down his fingers teased, and to her horror, Kirsten could feel her arousal intensifying rapidly.

Pausing his ministrations for a moment, Dr. Harris stepped around her open legs and walked to the side of the table, then reached down and took a nipple between his finger and thumb.

She expected another cruel pinch, although she had no idea in what way she had displeased him this time, but none was forthcoming. Instead, he simply gripped the nipple very lightly, almost as if measuring its stiffness. Moments later, he repeated the procedure on her other nipple.

Looking down at her, he said simply, “These are very, very stiff, aren’t they young lady?”

She said nothing, thinking it was merely a comment rather than a true question.

“Answer me, Kirsten, or these stiff nipples will be very sore.”

“Yes… They’re very, very stiff. I’m sorry, doctor.” She didn’t know why she apologized, but she felt compelled to do so.

He returned to stand between her legs, and with two fingers of one hand he parted her lips.

“It’s time I take a closer look at this soaking wet pussy.”