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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.

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