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“I won’t be able to insert the thermometer with your cheeks clenched that tightly, young lady. Please spread your legs for me.”

Spread her legs? But then he would see…

Oh God.

He would see her bare, soaking wet pussy.

“Please… please doctor, I can unclench my cheeks!” Kirsten said in a panicky voice before doing her best to prove that she could do just that, allowing her bottom to relax to demonstrate that there was no need for her to spread her legs.

Slap! Slap!

Before she could even fully absorb what had happened, his broad, thick palm had fallen twice, hard and fast, landing a stinging spank on first her left and then her right bottom cheek.

Kirsten froze, not sure how to respond. Had this medical professional justspankedher?

The fiery handprints on each cheek told her that he had in fact done just that.

Before she could muster the courage to speak, to protest, to do anything, she heard his very firm voice. “Kirsten, I’ve told you multiple times that we do things on a tight schedule here, and your obedience to my instructions is required for your treatment to be successful. You already signed the consent forms provided by the nurse, and you were warned that our methods here are unconventional. Unless you’d like to find out just how unconventional they can be right away, you’ll do exactly as you’re told for the remainder of this exam.”

Her protests died on her lips before she could even open her mouth. What was there to say to that? She knew if she truly wanted she could hop off the table and leave, but that would mean going back to court and trying to explain to them why she had failed to follow the instructions of the doctor they had specifically chosen for her. It would almost certainly mean ending up with a hefty fine, and very likely some jail time.

But the true reason she stayed there on the table had nothing to do with any court.

Her body had no intention of doing anything other than obeying the sternly sexy bastard who had just spanked her bare ass like he owned it, regardless of what her mind might want.

She spread her legs, slightly at first but then wider, deciding that there was no need to provoke him with halfhearted compliance. She knew what she was exposing, and a moment later he made it clear that he was not going to allow her to pretend that she was not visibly aroused.

“I see that I won’t need Vaseline for the thermometer,” Dr. Harris said. His tone was amused but not sarcastic. If anything, it was a little husky.

Was he enjoying himself as well?

Kirsten’s face heated at that thought, but she truly learned what blushing meant a moment later when the tip of the thermometer slid through the wet folds of her pussy. She felt Dr. Harris’ left hand on her still stinging bottom, and with his thumb and two fingers he parted her cheeks.

He paused. A moment passed, and then another.

He wasn’t even trying to hide that he was staring at her naughtiest hole.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take the humiliation any longer, the tip of the thermometer touched her anus. He didn’t slide it in yet, just held it there, letting her anticipate what was coming. When he finally forced the tip inside, it slipped in easily, her wetness serving its purpose as lubricant. Inch by inch he slid it in until it was fully seated in her bottom.

“Keep your cheeks clenched to hold that in until I’m ready to read it, young lady.”

He said nothing as she lay there for what seemed like ages but was probably only a minute. At last she felt his fingers on the thermometer again, and she unclenched, assuming he was about to pull it free. Instead, he slid it in a little more, then back out a little, then in and out more rapidly, twisting it a little as he did so. What medical value this could have she had no idea, and she was fairly certain it had none, but she didn’t dare protest. After perhaps a minute of this, he slipped the instrument from her tight hole and held it up for inspection.

“Your temperature is normal. You may sit up again, Kirsten,” he said in his usual gentle-but-firm tone.

As he spoke the words, she felt the doctor fold the two sides of her gown over her bottom, covering her as much as the garment allowed. She rolled over and resumed a sitting position, doing her best to hide her blushing cheeks by looking at the ground.

“We need to discuss your treatment now, Kirsten.”

Kirsten knew instinctively that Dr. Harris wanted her to look him in the eye before he began explaining to her what she could expect moving forward, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it, not after what had just happened. Not only her anus clenched around a thermometer, but also her drenched pussy had been on shameful display for him just moments ago, and now he wanted to talk like they were discussing her cholesterol levels.

Dr. Harris seemed to understand that she had no plans of looking up at him, and he took matters into his own hands, lifting her chin with two fingers so she was compelled to look him in the eyes, blush or no blush.

“Young lady,” he said, his tone purely gentle now, “I understand that what just happened was embarrassing. I must warn you that you will find many of your other treatments far, far more embarrassing. But I am also confident that they will be highly effective, and when we are finished, not only the court, but you yourself will be pleased with the results.”

For some reason, the gentle tone was harder to bear than his earlier stern one. It felt like he cared about her. Maybe it was an act, but something deep inside said it wasn’t, and that no matter how much she might hate to admit it, they both knew she needed everything she had coming.

“Yes doctor. I understand.”

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