Page 3 of Examined

“Go ahead and take a seat on the exam table, and we’ll discuss why you’re here today.”

Kirsten did as she was told, partly to avoid getting herself in more trouble than she was already, but mainly because when a man who looked and spoke like this one gave her an order, her body was apparently all but compelled to obey.

“Why don’t you tell me in your own words why you’re here, Kirsten,” he instructed once she was seated on the table.

Kirsten blushed a little. It was an embarrassing thing to discuss, being sent here for… whatever treatment was in store for her, simply to deal with what she considered to be an overreaction to filing some forms a little late a few times.

Nonetheless, she knew she had to answer. “Well, I’m here because I was sentenced to treatment here by the court. The judge said I might benefit from the uh… methods you employ.”

“I see, and what exactly were you convicted of in court, Kirsten?”

“Um… I’m a little late filing my taxes for last year.” Kirsten paused, debating with herself whether to discussalldetails of her conviction, or whether to stick with what she believed to be the primary issue which had displeased the government. She decided on just the one issue for now.

Unfortunately, her decision was overridden moments later when Dr. Harris spoke again. “I see that information on your sentencing referral, but I see several other things as well. Would you care to elaborate?”

Kirsten didn’t care to elaborate, but the doctor’s tone didn’t give her much choice, so she began to explain further. “I… well, it wasn’t only last year that I missed the tax deadline for.”

“It says here that you’ve failed to file any tax forms for the past three years, since you began your employment with Horizon Banking Group,” the doctor cut in.

“Yeah, that sounds right. But I’ve been paying the taxes, I swear. I just need to catch up on the paperwork…”

“It says here that you’ve avoided all correspondence with the IRS, be it through mail or phone calls for those three years as well,” the doctor interrupted a second time, his tone growing more scolding with each of Kirsten’s half-truths. “What else?” he prompted.

“I… I haven’t felt well for a while now. I think it’s some type of chronic stomach issue, and sometimes I get headaches… I told the judge that, but she didn’t believe me.”

Shehadtried to tell the judge that, but it had sounded so lame at the time that she’d promised herself she wasn’t going to try the “But I’m sick!” excuse again here. So much for that…

“I see,” said the doctor, sounding as if he had now formed a pretty firm opinion on Kirsten’s issues with the law and what needed to be done about them. “Let’s go ahead and start your exam.”

The first few minutes of Kirsten’s examination were routine and trivial, to the point that she found herself going from apprehensive all the way to bored fairly quickly. The doctor checked her heart rate and blood pressure and tapped her knee with one of those little rubber mallets she remembered from childhood exams. He checked her ears, nose, and throat. He rechecked her weight and height despite the nurse having checked those earlier. When he was finished, he told her to sit on the table again.

His next instruction seemed every bit as routine as the rest. “I’ll need to take your temperature now, so go ahead and get yourself ready for that.”

Unsure of exactly what he meant but remembering how her temperature had been taken by doctors growing up, she opened her mouth. Truth be told, she was somewhat surprised he wasn’t planning on using one of the more modern thermometers that would be touched to her forehead or slipped into her ear, but there was something old-fashioned about the man, so perhaps it wasn’t surprising that he intended to put a thermometer under her tongue.

When he picked up what appeared to be a thermometer from the 1950s, her suspicions that she was dealing with an old-school doctor were confirmed, and she felt a twinge of strange pride at having known what to expect and having opened her mouth like a good girl.

The tone of his next words, however, in no way suggested that he felt she was being a good girl. “Young lady, I told you to get ready to have your temperature taken.”

“What… what do you mean, doctor?”

“We take temperatures the old-fashioned way here, Kirsten. I’m sure you know exactly what that means.”

Oh my God.

It couldn’t possibly be that he planned to take her temperaturethat way. She could never recall having a thermometertherein her life.

“I’ll need you to roll over. We’re on a tight schedule here, so please don’t dawdle.”

Despite her intense desire to hop off the table and run out of the exam room, Kirsten slowly and hesitantly obeyed. Once face down, she felt cool air brush against the open strip at the back of her gown and thoughts of what the doctor must be seeing jumped to the forefront of her mind.

With a quick intake of breath, a far more shameful thought struck her. In mere moments, he wouldn’t just be seeing her bare bottom, he would be seeing everything between her currently tightly clenched cheeks. He’d be seeingher bottom hole.

Her embarrassment increased dramatically just a moment later when she felt the doctor part the sides of her gown, leaving her backside fully on display. She was bare-assed in front of the most handsome doctor she had ever seen, about to have her temperature taken like a little girl.

She tried to hide her face in the pad at the top of the table. As she felt his eyes roaming over her naked behind, her pussy clenched.

Oh God. Surely this wasn’t arousing her? It couldn’t be. Could it?

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