Preview Scene from Thoroughly Examined #3
That was indeed a far 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. Lubing it so that he could slide it in…
there . Her guess was proved correct seconds later, when she felt the now slick tip of his index finger return to her tight, virgin hole.
He started slowly, pushing inside millimeter by millimeter, her 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 moaned for him.
As the muscles of her anus accommodated themselves to the intrusion, she waited for what he would do next.
But seconds passed, then probably a minute or more without him making a move to do anything other than stand there with his finger buried in her bottom.
For some reason, the casualness of him simply standing there with his finger in her bottom humiliated her far more deeply than the penetration of his finger had.
She could tell herself that the insertion of the finger was purely medical in nature but convincing herself of that while she helplessly waited to find out how long he would keep his finger in its current position shamed her far more deeply.
The simple gesture showed not only dominance, but almost 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 feel the clench of her fully displayed pussy.
Maybe he won’t notice , she thought.
“Your pussy just clenched, didn’t it, Kirsten?” said Dr. Harris, ensuring that the depth of shame she had reached before was bested easily.
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, Kirsten.” he replied. “Lie to me again, and this bottom hole will be very sore.”
“My pussy clenched because…because my bottom hole…my anus is sensitive, doctor.”
“That’s partly true, Kirsten. I’m sure it was also partly due to your embarrassingly displayed position. But there’s another reason, isn’t there?”
“Yes…yes, doctor.”
“What have you been thinking about while I’ve had this finger in your bottom 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…about you fucking my bottom, doctor.”
Clearly intending to mirror his earlier questioning as she lay on her back with her pussy on display, the doctor continued.
“How was I fucking your bottom hole, Kirsten?”
“Just like this, doctor…with me helpless on the table, you…climbed up on the table behind me and you thrust your cock all the way in. All the way in, doctor.”
“Was I gentle, Kirsten?”
“No…no, doctor. You were fucking my bottom hole very hard.”
“I see. Tell me, Kirsten have you ever had this tight bottom hole fucked?”
“No…no, doctor.”
“Have you ever had a finger there before?”
“No… 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, around the finger under discussion. Before she could speak, he said simply, “No need to answer, Kirsten. I felt your pussy answer for you.”
If it was possible to die of shame, Dr. Harris would’ve been calling it right then and there. She wouldn’t have lied for fear of the punishment it would earn her, but somehow him taking away even the option to do so, or rather her body taking it away, was almost unfathomably embarrassing.
“I’m going to insert a second finger now, Kirsten. But first, I need to get it lubed. How do you think I’m going to do that, Kirsten?”
“The same…the same way you did the first finger, doctor?”
“That’s correct.”
He slid his middle finger deep into her now even more soaked pussy, and she felt it pressing 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 with the intensity of the burning sensation it created.
“I’m going to test your response to a simulated bottom fucking now, Kirsten.”
He followed up that statement by pulling both fingers out at once until only the tips remained inside her bottom, then slamming them forcefully back in, then pulling them out, then back in, and repeating this several more times.
He moved slowly at first, but rapidly gained speed.
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 come? Who knew?
She squirmed around as much as she could considering both her restrained state and the fact that her bottom itself 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, Kirsten, and then you’re going to come for me.”
“Please, no, doctor! I’m so sore already, it hurts so much!”
His only response was to run the fingers of his left hand over her dripping slit and rub a generous amount of her own wetness on and around her already stretched hole.
Lubing his ring finger in the same way he lubed the first two, the doctor forced this third and most painful invader into Kirsten’s helpless, burning bottom hole.
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 thrusts increased. Kirsten wondered if she would pass out from the intensity of the feeling. Was he going to make her ask, or make her beg to come again? 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 landing directly over her clit.
He began to rub his hand up and down vigorously, stimulating her pussy and clit at the same time.
There was almost no build up, no warning, no chance for the doctor to even consider making her ask or beg.
Kirsten just came. She came hard. It felt like every muscle in her body spasmed and the only constant thing in her existence were the doctor’s calloused hand on her clit and pussy and his thick fingers fucking her unbelievably sore bottom hole.
Her earlier orgasm had been powerful, but this was nothing like it.
She almost lost consciousness. Maybe she did, for a moment.
She saw stars, 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…” she pleaded, her mouth dry, “I already came, please!”
The doctor was clearly in no hurry to stop.
Kirsten wondered if he was making a point of going longer to ensure that she knew that it was he rather than she who would decide when her bottom had been properly finger-fucked.
Finally, perhaps a full minute after her orgasm, the doctor withdrew his fingers.
He retreated briefly to the sink on the other side of the room to wash up and returned with a wet washcloth and a dry towel to repeat his earlier gentle cleaning, this time focusing only on the area between her legs.
When she had been patted dry, Dr. Harris began moving about the table, releasing her from her cuffs.
Free from her bonds, she 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, she 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 gentle sensation 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 fully recovered enough to continue the exam, the doctor stood up, lifting her up with him, and seated her again on the exam table.
“We will now repeat our earlier testing to assess the impact of an orgasm with anal stimulation on your ability to maintain focus, Kirsten.” said the doctor, handing her the headphones and tablet once more.
Coming Soon (But For Real This Time…)