Examined

Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

D r. Harris stood there for a long moment pondering what had just taken place. The kiss had not been in his plans. It had felt good, and based on the way Kirsten almost seemed to melt when she felt his lips, she had appreciated it as well. But in his many years here at the CTF, he had never kissed a patient. Not even on the lips, let alone on their pulsing, just bitten clit.

There was just something about Kirsten. Something special.

She was innocent and shy, yet she responded to his touch in a way that spoke of a sexual creature just waiting to flourish under the care of the right man. Stepping back for a second, he walked over to the sink, removed his latex gloves, and threw them away, then washed his hands and surreptitiously splashed cold water on his face in an attempt to regain full control of himself.

When he felt ready, he returned to his patient’s side with a small bowl of cool water, a sponge, and a washcloth. Placing the items on the rolling cart nearby, he circled the table and gently, methodically unfastened each of her restraints. Then he used the sponge and the washcloth to bathe Kirsten gently, starting at her flushed face and moving down over her bare breasts and still hard nipples, past her beautiful tummy, over her recently shaved mound, and finally ending with her still-swollen pussy and her cute, perfect little bottom hole. After finishing up with her intimate areas, he scrubbed the evidence of her arousal from her toned thighs and then in a somewhat more perfunctory manner washed her knees and calves as well.

Setting aside the bowl, sponge, and washcloth, he picked up a large, fluffy hand towel and began to pat her bare body dry, paying more attention than was truly required to her breasts and what lay between her still wide-spread legs.

“How do you feel, Kirsten?” he asked when she was fully dry.

She lay there for a moment, seeming unsure of how to answer the question. Her reluctance didn’t seem to have to do with shyness this time, but simply a lack of certainty about what to say.

“I’m still pretty embarrassed about… what just happened. But it did feel good, doctor.”

“When was the last time you orgasmed, young lady?” he asked.

Her blush, which had subsided into a blissful light pink during the bath, deepened a little. “It’s been a while. You know, I’m busy with work. And guys don’t always… well, they don’t always know what they’re doing like…” She cut herself off.

He was pretty sure she’d been about to say “like you” at the end there.

That made him happy in a way that went well beyond professional pride. Doing his best to return his thoughts to her treatment, he followed up on his previous question.

“Do you masturbate frequently, Kirsten?”

Her blush deepened further, and he assumed that meant the answer was yes, but this turned out to be one of the rare instances where his clinical instinct proved incorrect.

“No, doctor, I don’t. It just doesn’t feel… it doesn’t satisfy me when I do it myself.”

Dr. Harris was not often surprised, but he was surprised by this.

He had assumed she was masturbating at least daily if not more frequently based on the intensity of her sexual responses so far. He wondered for a second if she might be lying, but her tone told him that she wasn’t. She actually sounded embarrassed, almost apologetic, as if she thought her answer was supposed to be different and she was worried she might disappoint him.

Perhaps she could be faking that emotion to avoid admitting to touching herself frequently, but he frankly doubted that she was capable of that level of subterfuge, especially after everything that had already taken place during the examination.

He stood for a moment, pondering what to say next. Her answer to his question told him that his treatment was going to be even more effective than usual, but more importantly, it was clear this beautiful creature needed a man in her life who would make her come hard and often.

Putting aside any attempt at a stern demeanor for a moment, he rested a hand gently on her bare shoulder. The warmth of her skin underneath his fingers sent a wave of what felt like electricity up his arm. She had relaxed into his touch, and he had liked that quite a damn bit.

Pull it together. You are a doctor, not some lovestruck teenager.

Kirsten seemed to flinch for a second, and he realized she must have seen the stern expression pass over his face as he scolded himself. With effort, he returned his face to a clinically neutral expression, but then unbidden his expression transformed to one of gentle reassurance.

Kirsten visibly relaxed, and he liked that very much.

“I was already pretty certain of what was causing your procrastination with important tasks, Kirsten, but now the diagnosis is even more clear. When you deny your body’s needs, the energy that is meant to be expended during the satisfaction of those needs doesn’t just go away. It builds, and that pent up energy will gradually consume more and more of your focus. This isn’t the case for everyone, of course. Not everyone has the same level of sexual energy to begin with, and some people’s minds are able to dissipate the energy they do have in other ways—hobbies, sports, angry rants on the Internet. You, however, are clearly not one of those people. And that pent up sexual energy is just pinging around up here all day,” he said, placing a single fingertip gently on her temple. “Honestly, I’m amazed you’re able to get anything done at all,” he continued with a grin.

The grin was not part of his normal professional routine. He hadn’t seen it himself, of course, but he guessed he would have called it almost boyish.

God dammit.

She smiled, whether at his joke or his grin or both, it didn’t matter. His heart melted just the same. After doing his best, yet again, to regain something approaching a dispassionate demeaner, Dr. Harris continued, “The next step is to repeat the initial attentiveness testing.”

Kirsten didn’t look upset by this information, but something in her expression told him that she had been hoping, on some subconscious level at least, for something more… sexual. Something more like what he’d been doing before.

She really was a naughty girl.

Handing her the same tablet she’d used previously, he sat at his desk and began a distracted attempt to update his notes on her examination and treatment so far. In reality, he simply stared at her beautiful, still-bare body while she sat, her expression growing more and more bored as she completed the same pattern-based test she’d done with the nurse. He tried again to focus on his notes, briefly considering allowing her to dress or at least put on a gown during the testing.

He kept his patients nude during their treatment for a reason. It put them in a mindset conducive to compliance with his instructions, if not a fuller version of submission.

But today that approach was proving more of a hindrance than a help. Kirsten’s nudity was undoubtedly having the intended effect on her, but it was having a highly atypical effect on him. He was distracted, almost to the point of an inability to focus himself. Well, that wasn’t strictly true, he was focused on something, and that was the rock-hard, throbbing erection in his pants.

Giving up on the notes for now, he watched as she attempted to answer the questions. When she finally completed the test fifteen minutes later, he was every bit as erect as he’d been when he first started trying to control his hard-on. No, that wasn’t true. He was much more erect now.

God damn it all to hell.

“Doctor, I’m finished now.” Kirsten cut into his thoughts, holding the tablet out to him.

Forcing himself to focus once more, Dr. Harris stood up, strode across the room, accepted the tablet, and looked down at her score. Not a perfect score, but far better than it had been this morning. He pressed a few buttons, and the printer on the other side of the room whirred to life and two sheets of paper emerged. He picked them up and brought them over to show Kirsten.

“Your score on the test improved by thirty-seven percent. Why do you think that is?”

“I’m not sure, doctor. Was it because I had less pent-up energy?” she said with a slight increase in her blush.

“That’s almost certainly the case, Kirsten.”

“What does that mean, doctor? I mean, I can’t come in here every day, can I?”

It would be perfectly fine with him if she did.

“We need to do more testing before we worry about a specific treatment protocol, Kirsten, but I’m encouraged by your response to the testing we’ve done so far. Let’s take a brief break and then we’ll begin the next stage of this evaluation.”

He hadn’t been serious about needing a cold shower earlier, but he was serious now.

As Dr. Harris left the room, Kirsten pondered her situation. She was still naked, and still embarrassed and aroused by her nudity, but there was something else now. It had started when Dr. Harris planted that gentle, almost loving kiss on her just-punished clit, and it had increased as he bathed her in the manner of a man caring for a beloved pet.

There was clearly something more than just a treatment session going on here. She couldn’t say exactly what, but it almost felt like he was… attracted to her. More than just attracted to her, in fact. She didn’t even know what to call it.

A crush? Love at first sight?

Whatever was making the sculpted specimen of a doctor’s heart go pitter-patter, she liked it. Perhaps the rest of her appointment today wouldn’t be such an ordeal after all, Kirsten thought.

Her illusions were quickly shattered, however, when Dr. Harris returned.

The moment he walked into the room, his expression seemed blank and clinical, almost to the point of being a caricature of a doctor with an uninterested bedside manner.

“I’ll need you in a new position for the next part of your session,” he said, his tone neutral.

“Yes, doctor…” The quiver in her voice was back.

The conversion from boy-in-love back to strict medical professional sent the butterflies in her tummy fluttering again, and the blush returned to her cheeks as her brain reminded her that she was still completely naked with her nipples, clit, and bottom still sore from his earlier ministrations.

“Climb up on the table, please. On your hands on knees.”

On her hands and knees? This was definitely a new position. It would be hard to top the humiliation of having her legs held up and spread by the restraining stirrups, but if there was one position that might compete, it would be the one he seemed to have in mind for her now.

Remembering the sting from her earlier spanking and recognizing that Dr. Harris’ obvious attempts to regain his clinical demeanor might well make him more apt to punish her for any hesitation or disobedience, Kirsten climbed up onto the table as instructed.

Dr. Harris followed her to the table and began guiding her into the exact position he preferred, first with gentle touches and then with slightly firmer ones when she hesitated to place herself into an even more exposed version of the position that he clearly had in mind.

When he pushed her knees further apart so they were each almost at the edge of the table, then stepped away, she instinctively snapped them partially shut again. Her earlier suspicions that he would be quicker to punish at the moment were confirmed when a resounding slap landed on a bare bottom cheek, rapidly followed by another equally stinging spank on her other cheek.

“You will maintain your position, young lady, or I’ll need to take you back over my knee.”

Kirsten gasped at the searing sensation that blossomed from the two handprints. The swats had both stung on their own while at the same time reigniting the burn from her earlier spanking.

As her bottom reacted to the pain, two things happened. She spread her legs as the doctor had instructed, almost involuntarily in fact, and her pussy clenched hard. The doctor’s gentleness over the preceding minutes had felt nice, but clearly a part of her had missed his sterner side.

And that part was now once again soaking wet.

As she wondered what the doctor’s next instruction would be, her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of him fitting a tight leather cuff around each ankle and then another just below each knee. As she looked back between her dangling breasts she saw him attach the cuffs to fastening points she hadn’t previously noticed along the sides of the table. Now she wasn’t only spread open, she was unable to close her legs even if she wanted to.

Walking toward the head of the table, still without speaking, the doctor placed a smaller leather cuff around her left wrist and elbow before doing the same to her right. Like the leg cuffs, these were attached tightly to fastening points on either side of the table.

Kirsten was now helplessly bound with her back arched, her legs spread, and her bare backside, pussy, and bottom hole on very shameful display at the highest point of her body.

Gently resting his hand on the small of her back, Dr. Harris spoke at last. “We’ve assessed the sensitivity of your nipples and your pussy with special focus on your little clit. But there is one very important spot left which we have not yet assessed, aside from the earlier temperature taking.”

Those words confirmed Kirsten’s worst fears. Her bottom hole was next.

In fact, as she looked back between her legs, his gaze already seemed intently focused on the tight little pucker that she knew was clearly visible between her naturally parted cheeks.

The doctor apparently did not agree that she was sufficiently exposed, however, and the hand that had been resting on the small of her back now moved lower to grip her left bottom cheek, which he pulled further away from the right. Still apparently unsatisfied by the level of her exposure, he gripped her right bottom cheek with his right hand to spread her even further open.

Seconds passed, perhaps nearly a minute, as the doctor kept his eyes on the spot where his gaze shamed her the most, before at last he released her cheeks.

Her respite was short lived, and soon Kirsten felt the same feather-like touch she’d felt earlier on her pussy begin at her tailbone and slowly brush down the cleft of her bottom, teasing her anus along the way. When his fingertip reached her slit, it reversed course, once again brushing over her back entrance as it passed. This teasing stroke of the doctor’s fingertip was repeated once, then twice, then three times until, with one more partial downstroke, Dr. Harris paused with his fingertip resting lightly upon the very center of her little pucker.

Feeling she could stand the humiliation no longer, in a mostly subconscious reaction Kirsten tried to clench her bottom cheeks in the hopes of preventing a repeat visit from his finger.

Slap!

The wet sound of three of the doctor’s fingers spanking her pussy left Kirsten doing her best to squirm away. But another slap followed, and another, and another, until her pussy was engulfed by a burning sting hotter even than the one he’d lit previously on her bottom.

“Please, doctor, I’m sorry! I won’t clench!”

No reply came, only more spanks, until a dozen in total had fallen and she was fitting in pleas for mercy and promises of obedience amidst yelps of pain. When the spanking stopped at last, Kirsten made an extra special effort to relax her cheeks as much as possible, promising herself that no inspection could be as humiliating as having her soaking wet pussy spanked again.

Moments later, the doctor’s fingertip returned to rest once more at the center of her anus. “We’re just getting started with this little bottom hole, Kirsten. The next time you squirm away or try to clench these cheeks, it won’t be your pussy that’s spanked, or your bottom either.”

What would he spank?

Her nipples had already been punished. She imagined her breasts swaying back and forth as he reached around her body to spank them, but his next words made it clear that was not what he had in mind.

“Naughty patients who misbehave during their rectal exam get their bare bottom holes spanked,” he said matter-of-factly.

That was a more effective threat even than the thought of having her breasts spanked might have been, and Kirsten vowed to herself to be as obedient as possible for the remainder of at least this portion of the exam. That vow was tested mere moments later, however, when she felt the doctor’s finger run along her drenched slit, then dip just a little inside her dripping pussy. Without him needing to say anything, she knew exactly what he was doing.

He was lubing his finger so that he could slide it in there .

Her guess was proved correct seconds later, when she felt the now slick tip of his finger return to her tight, virgin hole. He started slowly, pushing inside millimeter by millimeter, Kirsten’s humiliation growing with every passing second. His first knuckle slid inside, and she gasped. His second knuckle slipped inside, and she yelped. When he buried his finger all the way to the last knuckle, she actually moaned for him.

The muscles of her anus accommodated gradually to the intrusion, and Kirsten waited for what Dr. Harris would do next. But as the seconds passed, the casualness of him just standing there with his finger in her bottom humiliated her far more deeply than the initial penetration. The simple gesture showed not only dominance, but a sense of ownership. Her pussy clenched as hard as it had at any point today, and the moment it did, a horrifying thought struck her. With his finger where it was, he would have felt her cheeks clamp down along with her pussy.

Maybe he didn’t notice .

“Your pussy just clenched for me, didn’t it?”

It was as if the floor of her personal, private humiliation cavern caved in, and suddenly she discovered an entirely new chamber far further below the surface. A chamber filled with shame beyond anything she could have ever imagined.

“Do you know why my finger in your bottom made your pussy clench, Kirsten?” Dr. Harris asked. When she said nothing at first, he continued. “Do I need to remove my finger and spank this bare bottom hole?”

The threat dragged her out of the lake of shame in which she’d been wallowing and forced her to respond. “I… I don’t know, doctor.”

“Yes, you do,” he replied. “Lie to me again, and this bottom hole will be very sore.”

“My pussy clenched because my anus is sensitive, doctor.”

“That’s partly true. But there’s another reason, isn’t there?”

“Yes, doctor…”

“What have you been thinking about while I’ve had my finger in this tight hole, Kirsten?”

Kirsten considered lying. How could he know what she was thinking about? But she was pretty certain that he did in fact know exactly what she was thinking about, and anything but the truth would likely result in exactly the punishment he had threatened moments ago.

“I was thinking about… about you fucking my bottom, doctor.”

“Tell me, Kirsten, have you ever had this needy little hole fucked?”

“No…”

“Have you ever had a finger here before?”

“Not until just now…” Kirsten replied, seeing no reason to even consider lying.

“You like the feel of my finger there, don’t you?”

Her pussy clenched again. Before she could speak, he said simply, “No need to answer. I felt your pussy answer for you.”

She wouldn’t have lied for fear of the punishment it would have earned her, but somehow him taking away even the option to do so, or rather her body taking it away, was almost unfathomably embarrassing. If it was possible to die of shame, Dr. Harris would’ve been pronouncing time of death right then and there.

“I’m going to insert a second finger now.”

Without further discussion, he slid another finger into her dripping pussy, and a moment later the now lubricated digit was pressed against her already penetrated anus.

When he forced it inside, it was nothing like the first finger. There was nothing slow about it, nothing probing, nothing gentle. He simply forced it in all at once, and she cried out helplessly.

“I’m going to test your response to a simulated bottom fucking now, Kirsten.”

He followed that up by pulling both fingers out until only the tips remained inside, then slamming them forcefully back in, then pulling them out, then shoving them roughly back in yet again. His brutal thrusts quickly gained speed, and Kirsten had no idea whatsoever how to respond to this sensation other than to moan and plead. For what, she wasn’t even sure.

For him to stop? To make her come? Who knew?

She squirmed around as much as she could considering both her restrained state and the fact that her bottom was held in place by its impalement on the stern doctor’s strong fingers. When she thought she could take no more, she heard the words that shook her to her core.

“I’m going to add a third finger, and then you’re going to come for me.”

“Please, no, doctor. I’m so sore already!”

His only response was to rub a generous amount of her own wetness on and around her already burning hole. Lubing his ring finger in the same way he’d lubed the first two, the doctor then forced this third and most painful invader into Kirsten’s sore, stretched anus.

She had thought she was getting a bottom fucking before, but it turned out she hadn’t been.

This was a bottom fucking.

The speed and power of the doctor’s finger-thrusts increased rapidly, and Kirsten wondered if she would pass out from the intensity. Was he going to make her beg for an orgasm? Or was he simply going to make her come?

Her answer came a moment later, when she felt the entire palm of his left hand cup her sex with the rough pads of the lower portions of his fingers resting directly over her clit. He began to rub his whole hand up and down vigorously, stimulating her pussy and clit at the same time.

There was no slow build up this time, no warning, no chance for the doctor to even consider making her ask or beg. Kirsten just came.

It felt like every muscle in her body spasmed at once and the only constants in her existence were the doctor’s calloused hand and his thick fingers fucking her unbelievably sore bottom hole.

Her earlier orgasm had been powerful, but this one was devastating . She almost lost consciousness. Maybe she did, for a moment. She saw stars and she heard a ringing in her ears that grew in intensity to match the crescendo of her orgasm. Finally, her pleasure came crashing down and all she could feel was the ongoing fucking of her bottom.

“Please doctor, stop,” Kirsten pleaded, her mouth dry. “I already came, please!”

Dr. Harris was clearly in no hurry to stop, and it was perhaps a full minute after her climax before he withdrew his fingers. He retreated briefly to the sink on the other side of the room to wash up and then returned with a wet washcloth and a dry towel to repeat his earlier gentle cleaning, this time focusing only on the areas between her legs and between her cheeks.

When she had been patted dry, he began releasing her from her cuffs. Free at last, Kirsten lay on the table on her tummy, but before she could curl into the fetal position as she’d intended, she felt the doctor’s strong arms lift her and seat her on his lap as he sat on the edge of the table.

She rested there, neither of them saying anything for what felt like ages but was probably only three or four minutes. As her body slowly calmed down, Kirsten noticed that Dr. Harris had been stroking her hair, almost petting her, and was now gently running his fingers softly over her upper back. The sensation was both pleasing and calming at once, and the contrast between the contentment those fingers were bringing her now and the rough penetration of her naughtiest hole by those same fingers just moments ago was difficult for her to process.

She was unable to dwell on it, however, as the doctor’s tender ministrations lulled her nearly to sleep. Finally, when he must have sensed that she had recovered enough to continue the exam, the doctor stood up, lifting Kirsten up with him, and seated her again on the exam table.

“We will now repeat our earlier testing to assess the impact of that anal stimulation and the accompanying orgasm on your attentiveness,” he informed her, handing over the tablet once more.