Preview Scene from Thoroughly Examined #2
Forcing himself to focus once more, Dr. Harris stood up, strode across the room, accepted the tablet, and looked down at her score.
Not great, but far better than her score had been this morning.
Pressing a few buttons, 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, Kirsten?”
“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 morning before work, 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 preliminary evaluation.”
He hadn’t been serious when he thought about a cold shower earlier. 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 medical examination going on here as far as Dr. Harris was concerned.
She couldn’t say exactly what, but it almost felt like he was…
attracted to her. More than just attracted to her, in fact.
It almost felt like…she didn’t even know what to call it.
A crush? Love at first sight? Whatever it was that 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.
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 appointment, Kirsten.” he said, his tone firm but neutral.
“Yes, doctor…” The quiver in her voice was back.
The conversion from boy-in-love back to strict Dr. Harris had the butterflies in her tummy flitting and fluttering again, and the blush returning 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 shamefulness 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 on 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 touches when she hesitated to place herself into an even more exposed version of the position that he clearly had in mind.
When he guided her knees so that they were widely parted, each almost at the end 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 her bare left bottom cheek, rapidly followed by another equally stinging spank on her bare right bottom cheek.
“You will maintain your position, Kirsten, or I will need to take you back over my knee.”
Kirsten gasped at the searing sensation that blossomed in both of her bottom cheeks.
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 at once.
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 the doctor fitting a tight leather cuff around each ankle and then just below each knee.
As she looked back between her dangling, bare breasts she saw him attach the cuffs to fastening points she hadn’t previously seen along the sides of the table.
Now she wasn’t only spread wide, 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.
She was now helplessly bound with her back arched, her legs spread, and her bare bottom, pussy, and bottom hole on very shameful display at the very 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 spot left. Arguably, your very naughtiest spot, the sensitivity of which we have not yet begun to assess…aside from the earlier temperature taking, of course.”
Those words confirmed Kirsten’s darkest, most humiliating fear.
Dr. Harris was going to be examining her bare bottom hole.
In fact, as she looked back between her legs, it appeared that he already was.
His gaze 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 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.
In this position, the air currents from the ventilation system tickled her sensitive anus, highlighting even further its shockingly lewd level of exposure.
Seconds passed, perhaps nearly a minute as the doctor gazed upon the spot where his gaze shamed her the most, before at last he released her cheeks.
Her respite was short lived however, and momentarily she felt the same feather-like touch she’d felt earlier on her pussy begin at her tailbone and slowly brush all the way 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 on its way.
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 did her best 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 recently shaved, recently finger-fucked pussy was beginning to sting.
“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.
Moments later, the doctor’s fingertip returned to rest once more teasingly 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? she wondered. 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.