Examined

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

A t first, Dr. Harris’ words didn’t penetrate Kirsten’s consciousness. She was too busy being mortified by the fact that not only was her pussy completely bare, it was also spread open. The inner lips were no longer peeking demurely from between the outer lips but rather were visible in their full glory, and her clitoris was already beginning to peek out from its hood as well.

Her best efforts to ignore those thoughts were thwarted when her mind finally absorbed his words. For some reason, the particular phrasing he had chosen hit hard.

Her pussy was soaking wet, and he was looking at it. Not just at it, either, but inside it.

This gorgeous doctor was looking inside her soaking wet pussy and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

He wasn’t in a hurry, either. He took his time gazing at her intimate charms before finally moving his eyes up to meet hers. She looked away after only a split second, but a firm command followed.

“Look at me, Kirsten. I want you to focus on me as I touch your clit for the first time.”

Kirsten tried. She really did.

She held his gaze as his finger grew closer and closer. But then, at the last moment, she simply couldn’t take it. She turned not only her eyes, but her whole head away.

The wet slapping sound reached her ears at the same time she felt the sting.

He had spanked her pussy.

Mercifully, he’d avoided her clit, but what felt like three fingers had landed quickly and sharply across both her outer and inner lips, with his fingertips striking just below her clit.

“When I tell you to look at me, young lady, I expect you to look at me.”

She hadn’t fully processed the sting or the shame when he spoke the next terrifying line.

“Look away again, and the next swat will be directly on your clit.”

Too mortified to protest, Kirsten simply did her best to look him in the eye as he once again moved his finger downwards. This time, the combination of the existing sting and the fear of how much more a similar spank would sting if it landed on her fully exposed clit managed to convince her to hold his gaze until his fingertip lightly brushed over her hooded nub.

Even the feather-like touch was enough to send a quiver through her whole body, and before she could stop it, the tiniest moan escaped her lips.

Maybe he hadn’t heard.

“I see you approved of that, Kirsten.”

Fuck, he had definitely heard.

“If you behave like a good girl, there will almost certainly be other parts of this exam of which you will approve, as much as it might make you blush.”

She didn’t need to wait for those parts of the exam to blush. She’d been blushing the whole time, and every time she thought that blush couldn’t deepen further, it did.

His finger pulled away, then stroked lightly from the top of her slit to the bottom, briefly teasing her anus, then back up to her clit, rubbing it more forcefully. She managed to hold in her moan this time, but then he repeated the stroke with his finger again, and again, and then a third time. With each instance, the pressure on her aching clit was more forceful.

“You’re growing wetter by the second,” Dr. Harris said.

She didn’t need him to tell her. But him telling her made it infinitely worse.

“Do you know why your pussy is so wet?” he asked.

What kind of strange question was that? She wasn’t some virgin completely unaware of the concept of arousal. Still, it took her a second to muster the courage to answer.

“Because you’re touching it, doctor.”

“That’s partly true, no doubt,” Dr. Harris replied. “But we both know it’s not even close to the full truth. Tell me the full truth, Kirsten.”

Another long pause.

“It’s wet because this exam is arousing me. I know it shouldn’t… but it is.”

“That’s closer to the full truth, but there is a little more than that as well. You’ve been to a gynecologist before, I assume. Have you grown aroused during those visits?”

“No, doctor.”

“What is different this time?”

Kirsten thought about replying that other gynecologists didn’t stroke her pussy the way he was, but while that was certainly accurate, she doubted that was what he wanted to hear.

Realizing that he wasn’t going to stop his humiliating interrogation until he got the answer he already knew but wanted to hear from her lips, Kirsten took a deep breath and said in a rush, “It’s different because I’m completely naked and strapped down to the table… and because you spanked my bare bottom, and you just spanked my pussy and threatened to spank my clit.”

“And?” prompted the doctor.

Kirsten had hoped that would be enough…

“And because you’re so hot,” she blurted out.

“You’re thinking about me doing something besides examine you, aren’t you?”

He was really going to make her tell him every shameful bit of what she was thinking.

“Tell me the truth, young lady, or this clit will be stinging in a moment,” he warned when she paused for longer than he must have deemed acceptable.

“Yes, doctor. It wasn’t on purpose but… but I started thinking about you fucking me.”

“And how was I fucking you, Kirsten?”

“What do you mean, doctor?”

“Was I fucking you in this position, spread open and helpless?”

“Yes doctor, just like this.”

“Was I fucking you gently like a lover?”

“No, doctor.” There was no point in lying, she could tell he already knew the truth.

“How was I fucking you, naughty girl?”

“You were fucking me very, very hard. I thought about you slamming your cock deep into my pussy and it hurting, and me struggling but not being able to do anything about it. I thought about coming all over your cock as you pinched my nipples again.”

Upon her mention of them, Dr. Harris reached up to her nipples and rolled them gently, teasingly between his fingers.

“You cried out when I pinched these earlier, didn’t you?”

“Yes doctor, it hurt…”

“I’m going to pinch them again. But first, you’re going to ask for it.”

“I don’t want you to pinch my nipples! Please doctor, they’re so sensitive…”

He spanked her pussy again, harder than before, coming even closer to her clit this time.

“Patients who lie to me are punished. This is your last warning, Kirsten. We both know it’s going to hurt when I pinch your nipples. But we both know something else too, don’t we?” He slowed down, enunciating each word. “We both know when I pinch these sensitive nipples, this soaking wet pussy of yours is going to clench very, very hard for me, isn’t it naughty girl?”

Unable to bring herself to speak the words but not wanting to earn further punishment, Kirsten nodded.

“Answer me with words, young lady.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, my pussy is going to clench hard when you pinch my nipples, doctor.”

“Good. Now that we have that out in the open, let’s try again. Ask me to pinch your nipples, Kirsten. Ask me to pinch them hard.”

Her heart pounding, she took a deep breath, then a shallow one, and then said in a rush, “Please pinch my nipples hard, doctor.”

Dr. Harris waited a second or two, letting the anticipation build, each nipple gripped between a thumb and finger.

Then he pinched both of her little buds at once.

Kirsten had known it would be painful, but it was so much worse than she feared. It hurt intensely. He maintained the pinch, lifting her breasts a little away from her body and twisting each nipple as he did so. Her high-pitched yelp had turned into a scream by the time he was done.

But his promise proved true. Her pussy clenched incredibly hard, as if it were absolutely aching for his cock. In fact, she almost came right then and there.

When he released her manhandled nipples at last, she looked down between her legs to see her hips lifted off the table, straining against her restraints, and she realized what was happening. Without consciously recognizing it, she’d been trying to rub her clit against something, anything.

She was that desperate to come.

Perhaps he hadn’t noticed, she told herself, but she knew that of course he had.

“We’ll return to that pretty little pussy of yours in just a moment. First, I’m going to tease these sore nipples a little longer.”

The now feather-light touches that landed on her nipples were almost unbearable. The sensation was like electricity surging directly to her needy clit. Though he was barely making contact at all, she did her best to squirm her nipples away, but she failed completely. His fingers continued to tease, continued to torment, continued to leave her more desperate by the second.

At last, he returned his gaze to her drenched pussy. “I’m going to tease your clit now, Kirsten. But you’re not going to come yet. Not until I decide you’re ready.”

Almost immediately Kirsten felt the same feather-light touch on her clit that she’d felt only moments ago on her nipples. Thrusting her hips up off the table, she tried to force a harder touch, but he merely withdrew his hand. When she slumped back down, he began teasing her clit again.

“I could have used another strap to keep you from lifting off the table that way. Do you know why I didn’t?”

“No…”

“I like to watch you writhe like a little slut for me.”

His words combined with the teasing had her at the very edge, but he pulled his fingers away again just in time.

She writhed again. It was involuntary, but she assumed that only made it hotter for him.

“Do you want to come, Kirsten?”

She thought about playing coy or lying to hide the humiliating truth, but she couldn’t bring herself to risk further torment. He already knew anyway.

“Yes!” Her voice was husky, desperate. “Please let me come!”

The doctor’s next words shook Kirsten to her core, left the butterflies flitting in every direction in her tummy, and caused her pussy to clench the hardest it had yet.

“Naughty patients only get to come with a sore clit.”

“Please no, doctor, don’t spank my clit!”

“I’m not going to spank your clit, Kirsten, at least not unless you lie or disobey me again.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

“What did I just do to your stiff, sensitive nipples?”

“No, not that! Please don’t pinch my clit!”

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do, but first you’re going to ask for it.”

Kirsten really, truly did not want her clit pinched, let alone pinched hard. The idea sent shivers down her spine. But she also really, really, really wanted to come.

Those competing desires warred within her until the realization dawned that he was going to tease her as long as he needed to get what he wanted.

Knowing this was going to happen one way or another ended her mental argument, and in a quivering voice barely above a whisper she said, “Please, doctor… please pinch my clit hard.”

She watched as he used his left thumb to pull the hood back to reveal her little button completely, then looked away as the thumb and forefinger gently gripped the throbbing nub.

“Look at me as I pinch your clit,” he said.

She looked at him, then away, then at him, then away.

Finally, she managed to meet his gaze for a full second, and during that second he did exactly what he’d promised.

There was no yelp this time, she just screamed right away. He maintained the pinch, even twisting a little, until a second scream tore from her lungs.

When he released her clit at last, she slumped to the table for a moment, trying to adjust to the unbelievable, intense ache the pinch had left behind. The intensity of it all nearly brought her back from the edge of orgasm, but as the pain began to recede, her arousal returned more fiercely.

Dr. Harris didn’t make her wait this time.

“It’s time for you to come, Kirsten, and you’re going to come hard.”

Without further discussion, he began rubbing her clit rough and fast. The assault on her already sore nub caused her entire body to tense up, and Kirsten began to writhe on the table, pressing her clit harder against his fingers, which were moving so fast they were almost vibrating.

It was more intense than anything she’d ever experienced, and she felt her body approaching a shattering orgasm.

As she tumbled over the edge, his left hand moved to her breasts, pinching first one nipple and then the other. She was past the point of no return, and she could barely process his next words.

“You’ll scream as you come for me, Kirsten.”

Pulling his hand back, he thrust two fingers, then three, into her sopping wet channel while using his thumb to continue rubbing her clit. But just as her orgasm was milliseconds away from washing over her, he pulled his thumb away.

He leaned in close, and at the exact moment she came she felt his teeth bite down on her clit. It wasn’t a hard bite, but it wasn’t gentle either.

A scream tore from her throat as she rode the very edge between pleasure and pain. She screamed once, then again, then continuously as her whole body shuddered from the brutal climax. His teeth on her clit extended the peak far beyond anything she’d felt before. It seemed to go on forever, but at last she crashed back to the table, limp and exhausted.

Sliding his fingers from her still spasming pussy, he leaned forward, leaving her in terror that he would once again bite her clit.

Instead, he kissed it gently. Almost reverently.

“Good girl,” he said, then stood up.