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Unsure what to say, but also unsure if she could take anything else at this moment, Amy said in a whimper, “Please, doctor, can I just have a few minutes?”

“I haven’t got all night, Amy. But I’ll give you just a moment.” With those words, Dr. Davidson returned to the sink and began the process of meticulously cleaning and drying the speculum before returning it to its drawer. He tossed the previously used wash rags and hand towels into a receptacle which looked like it was intended for items to be laundered, and then, after glancing at her with a look that said,Are you quite ready yet young lady?,he sat down at his desk and began scrolling through his emails.

All the while Amy watched him closely, and her pussy grew wetter. There was just something about him, about the way his broad shoulders, toned arms, and muscular legs looked as he moved about the room. That, combined with everything he’d just done to her, and everything he was apparently about to do, made her want desperately for him to jump up on the table and fuck her until she came all over his cock, then spurt his seed deep into her aching pussy.

He’s here to examine you, not breed you, she scolded herself.But the reprimand changed nothing. She continued to lie there, imagining him mounting and rutting her, then carrying her off over his shoulder to his cave, or den, or wherever sexy beasts like him lived.Finally, he stood up, having apparently decided that he’d given her as long of a break as he intended to give.

“In order to perform the rectal exam, I’m going to insert my fingers into your anus.”

Fingers?Why not justafinger, Amy wondered. Before she had time to protest, she felt the touch of what was clearly a Vaseline-coated digit—just one, thankfully—against her tight little pucker. Amy tried not to gasp as the thick finger penetrated her bottom. He forced it in, not quickly but not particularly slowly either, until after a few moments it was buried to the knuckle. After waiting a few seconds for her clenching anus to accommodate itself at least a little bit to his finger’s presence, Dr. Davidson began a thorough probing of her rectum. He twisted his finger back and forth, slid it out and then further in, and curled the fingertip to explore the walls of her tight passage.

She did her best to endure the humiliating treatment in silence, but she failed utterly, and soon her gasps were turning involuntarily into low moans that she hoped the doctor didn’t hear.

But she knew he did.

Just when she felt that her blush couldn’t grow any deeper, the doctor spoke. “I can tell from your vaginal lubrication that this process is arousing you. That is not uncommon, but please do your best to avoid clenching your muscles, because when you do so your anus naturally tends to clamp down around my finger and that makes the exam more difficult.”

Amy tried to imagine a statement that would have been more humiliating, but there was literally nothing that came to her mind. He could have straight up said, ‘I can tell you’d like me to fuck this tight little bottom really, really hard’ and while the truth of that sentence would have made it deeply humiliating, somehow the clinical scolding tone of his actual statement was worse.

“I’m sorry, doctor,” she said breathily.

“It’s alright, Amy,” he said, now more gently. “As I explained, it’s not uncommon for patients to become aroused during a rectal examination. I will now be inserting a second finger, however, so it will be even more important that you do your best to relax and even push back against my fingers if you can to avoid this being unduly painful.”

Unduly painful?Two things about that phrase caught Amy’s attention immediately. First and foremost, it made it clear that the insertion of the second finger was going to be painful, and all they were discussing was how to not make ittoopainful. The second aspect of the statement was less important in the moment but seemed like perhaps it might be more important later. He could have said ‘unnecessarily painful’ or something along those lines, but the word ‘unduly’ seemed to imply that she wasduesome level of pain during this portion of the examination.

She was being punished.

On some level, Amy had implicitly understood that the doctor didn’t believe her story—who could blame him, it was highly unbelievable—and would not mind much if she experienced a greater than typical amount of embarrassment or discomfort during this exam. But this was the first confirmation that he was viewing parts of this ordeal explicitly as punishment for her dishonesty. The fact that he felt she had earned punishment did not bode well for her chances of convincing him by the end of this examination that her situation merited medical time off work, and more disturbingly, it also suggested that perhaps he might not only refuse to give her clearance to be absent for a few days, he might also report her to her boss for her attempted deception.

Unless he plans to punish you himself.

That thought both provided a glimmer of hope while once more releasing a giant flock of butterflies in her tummy. How would he punish her if he chose to do so? Aside from roughly fingering her bottom hole during what was rapidly seeming less and less like an exam, that is.

You know how.

No, that was ridiculous… right? But despite her best efforts to dismiss the thought, a part of Amy was becoming more and more certain that if she wanted what she needed from the doctor, she would get it only with her bottom sore both inside and out.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the touch of a second finger at the entrance of her already-stretched anus. While he hadn’t been particularly gentle with the first finger, he was even less so with the second, and she had to stifle a pained cry as the digit plunged into her sore hole alongside the first. While the continued assault on her previously virgin anus sent a stab of pain through her, an equally powerful bolt of arousal shot directly to her core and her pussy clenched hard.

He would have felt that.

Her guess was confirmed when the doctor spoke, once more using his clinical but scolding tone. “Amy, I know managing your body’s reactions isn’t easy, but please attempt to control yourself or this portion of the exam will be much more difficult for you.”

Now blushing hot enough that it made her consider asking the doctor to retake her temperature, Amy simply lay there and said nothing. Her legs remained lifted and spread by the stirrups as her tightest hole was probed even more thoroughly with two fingers than it had been with one. When at last he had completed what seemed like an unbelievably thorough exploration of her inner passage, he finally ceased his ministrations and slid both fingers out of her.

Did this mean the procedure was over? For once, her hope turned out to be justified as she watched him walk over to a side table and return with a box of wet wipes, which he promptly used to clean the lube from the cleft of her bottom, all around her bottom hole, and even a little bit within the entrance, reigniting the burning sting from the soap. Finally she heard him removing his gloves and watched him throw them in the trash before returning to stand at her side.

“Your examination is complete, Amy. I’ve found no sign whatsoever to indicate any illness or other condition which would explain either the symptoms you described or your need for the time off you requested.”

Amy gulped. The game was up.

CHAPTER4

Amy sat up from her exposed position and slid down from the table. Now standing before him, still completely bare, she began looking around the room as if hoping to be told to get dressed.

“Amy, I’m going to give you one last chance to be fully honest with me before I am forced to write in my report that not only did you have no symptoms and no signs of any illness, you also attempted to deceive me. Use this final chance wisely, young lady.”

He had thrown in the ‘young lady’ part deliberately. He had already taken quite a few liberties during this examination in any case, making it both more enjoyable for him and more embarrassing for the very naughty patient who stood before him blushing, eyes downcast, obviously attempting to decide what her next move should be.

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