Page 48 of What the Doctor Ordered
My mouth went dry, but I quickly moved to do as I was told, taking off my blouse and skirt and letting them drop to the floor. The air-conditioned room caused a wave of goosebumps to ripple over my skin, and I resisted the urge to wrap my arms around myself as I stood in just my skimpy hot pink bra and matching panties.
“Continue,” he ordered, his tone hard.
My hands were shaking as I undid the clasp of my bra and let it fall to the floor with the rest of my clothes. Once my panties joined the pile, my face was very likely bright red.
“Now, young lady,” Simon said. “I understand that you are here for a full examination, as was ordered by your husband.”
My eyes rounded, my head spinning at how quickly he switched into doctor mode. “Yes, Sir,” I peeped.
“Yes, Dr. Vale,” Simon corrected.
I gaped at him for a second but repeated his words obediently.
“Hop up onto the exam table and we will begin,” he ordered, before turning to the sink on the other side of the room to wash his hands.
I hoisted myself onto the table, feeling awkward and incredibly shy as I did so. At an actual doctor visit, I would at least have a gown to cover my front. I crossed my legs once my bare butt was seated on the crinkly sanitary paper.
Simon turned, now donning blue medical gloves. He stepped up to me with a popsicle stick.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, Miss Hart.”
Feeling just a little silly, I did so, parting my lips and sticking out my tongue.
Simon made a show of really looking down my throat and pressing the stick to my tongue before nodding in approval, his eyes light in the bright room. “A fine tongue you have,” he said. “I can tell that it is healthy and extremely active. I’m sure that pleases your husband very much.”
I blushed hotly at the implication but gave Simon a coy smile.
He brushed a light kiss to my lips before pinning me with a stern look. “Now, I want you to lie back and bring your knees to your chest.”
I gasped as I imagined the vulnerable position that would put me in. “But-” I jumped when my bare thigh exploded in pain. “Ow!”
“Now, Miss Hart,” he said.
Knowing better than to argue when he used that tone, I leaned back so I was lying down on the table. Hesitating briefly, I pulledmy legs up to my chest, my face warming as I felt my bottom cheeks parting in this position.
I groaned in humiliation, jumping a bit when I felt Simon’s gloved fingers at my bottom hole, stroking the sensitive area.
“Excellent,” he said. “You are quite reactive. That is very good.”
“Simon!” I cried out when one finger slipped inside my anus. It was wet and slick with lube.
Smack! I yelped when he cracked his other hand on the back of my thigh. “You will call me Dr. Vale, young lady. Don’t make me have to remind you again.”
“I’m sorry, Dr. Vale,” I replied breathily, my whole body tingling in confused arousal.
“Has anyone ever taken this bottom of yours with their cock, Miss Hart?” he asked, twisting his finger inside of me.
It took me a moment to overcome my embarrassment so I could answer. “No, Dr. Vale.”
He hummed, pushing his thick finger in and out a few times, causing a brilliant heat to build between my legs. “That will be remedied before too long,” he stated in a matter-of-fact tone. “A full bottom is just what a naughty young lady needs. This tight hole will need to be properly trained before that happens though.”
I pressed my thighs together at his words, humiliation flooding me at the mere thought of having my hole toyed with any further. I wasn’t sure that I could stand the shame of such a thing.
“Have you ever had an enema before?”
“No!” I shrieked immediately, staring at Simon in absolute shock. “And I certainly am not going to now!”
That was probably the most foolish thing I could have said at that moment. Simon’s entire countenance darkened as his golden eyes narrowed into two thin slits.
