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“But doctor, I don’t even think there’s any hair there.”

“I prefer to be thorough,” Dr. Harris said before lathering the rag again and rubbing it between her lewdly parted bottom cheeks, taking extra time to ensure that even her little pucker was not missed.

Kirsten had been right about their being minimal hair in this region, and the razor glided smoothly along the cleft of her bottom and around and even directly over her sensitive anus.

When he was done, the doctor rinsed her, even going so far as to press a finger against the washcloth to force a small bit of the material a fraction of an inch into her bottom hole to ensure it too was cleansed of all shaving cream. Kirsten hoped he was finished then, but her hopes were quickly dashed when he lathered the rag again and began the same meticulous second pass he had completed earlier with her pussy.

Having finished with the razor at last, he rinsed her again, once more using his finger to ensure that her tight bottom hole was not missed. As she lay there, the doctor looked up at her from between her open legs.

“This is a completely bare pussy now, isn’t it, Kirsten?

“Yes, doctor,” she replied meekly.

After dumping the bowl with the remaining water and shaving cream and the remnants of the hair that had once at least partially hidden her charms, he returned with a fresh hand towel and began to pat dry her mound, her pussy, the cleft of her bottom, and finally her little rosebud.

As Kirsten wondered what would come next, he walked to the side of the table and she heard the same scraping of metal on metal as he readjusted the stirrups back to their original position, leaving the small of her back resting again on the table, her legs still spread wide, and her pussy still on display.

“It’s time for me to begin your examination, Kirsten,” he said matter-of-factly.

Begin?What had he been doing this whole time?

“What do you mean, doctor? You’ve been examining me for a long time now.”

“Yes, that’s true,” he replied in an almost patronizing way. “However, I’m confident that the root of the issues you’ve been experiencing lies in the part of you that I’m about to examine. While the preliminaries are important, what comes next is the reason the judge sent you to me.”

Leaving her for a moment to digest that statement, he walked over to a nearby counter, and her vision was momentarily blocked by her own leg in the stirrup. She heard the distinct sound of a latex exam glove being snapped on, first once and then a second time. It was almost comical for him to start using gloves at this point, but she didn’t dare protest.

The doctor walked back to stand once more between her legs, and Kirsten felt his gloved fingers glide over her newly smooth mound, then along the crease of each inner thigh. Moving lower, his fingers brushed across the outer lips of her pussy from the top to the bottom.

This felt like no exam Kirsten had ever experienced before, but she said nothing.

His fingertips teased even lower, just barely touching her little rosebud, which, though not as exposed as it had been when the stirrups were in the other position, was still easily accessible to his touch. Up and down his fingers teased, and to her horror, Kirsten could feel her arousal intensifying rapidly.

Pausing his ministrations for a moment, Dr. Harris stepped around her open legs and walked to the side of the table, then reached down and took a nipple between his finger and thumb.

She expected another cruel pinch, although she had no idea in what way she had displeased him this time, but none was forthcoming. Instead, he simply gripped the nipple very lightly, almost as if measuring its stiffness. Moments later, he repeated the procedure on her other nipple.

Looking down at her, he said simply, “These are very, very stiff, aren’t they young lady?”

She said nothing, thinking it was merely a comment rather than a true question.

“Answer me, Kirsten, or these stiff nipples will be very sore.”

“Yes… They’re very, very stiff. I’m sorry, doctor.” She didn’t know why she apologized, but she felt compelled to do so.

He returned to stand between her legs, and with two fingers of one hand he parted her lips.

“It’s time I take a closer look at this soaking wet pussy.”

CHAPTER 4

At first, Dr. Harris’ words didn’t penetrate Kirsten’s consciousness. She was too busy being mortified by the fact that not only was her pussy completely bare, it was also spread open. The inner lips were no longer peeking demurely from between the outer lips but rather were visible in their full glory, and her clitoris was already beginning to peek out from its hood as well.

Her best efforts to ignore those thoughts were thwarted when her mind finally absorbed his words. For some reason, the particular phrasing he had chosen hit hard.

Her pussy was soaking wet, and he was looking at it. Not justatit, either, but inside it.

This gorgeous doctor was looking inside her soaking wet pussy and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

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