I came home from the office several nights ago and at dinner, Susan
mentioned that she was concerned about a burning sensation she was having in
her female parts when she urinated. We discussed it briefly over dinner and
decided that she ought to go to the doctor and get things checked out. After
dinner I volunteered to clean up the kitchen while she went up and showered
and got ready to go to "the doctor".

With the kitchen clean and the dishwasher started, I went up to my office,
put on my lab coat, and knocked on the "exam room" door. Upon entering, I
found Susan sitting with her legs hanging over the side of the exam table in
an examination gown and looking very nervous. I listened to her problems and
symptoms and told her not to worry, that everything sounded minor and
treatable but that I would have to examine her to find out just what it was
that was bothering her and what the proper treatment might be. After looking
at her chart, I suggested that we do a complete physical as it had been some
time since she had been in for a check-up. She appeared relieved that her
current ailment was minor, but still appeared very nervous.

She told me, however, that she had not urinated since she came to the office
and said she thought she ought to empty her bladder first. I agreed and told
her that I'd like a specimen to send to the lab. She said she didn't know
how to urinate into such a little cup and could I help her? Being her
doctor...of course I could. I helped her put the exam gown back on and get
off the table. We proceeded to the bathroom where she positioned herself on
the toilet seat. I took the special female specimen collector (a great
little device which we found in a medical catalog) and held it between her
legs and firmly against her vagina. I told her to begin urinating and within
moments she had filled the reservoir with her warm golden liquid. I removed
the receptacle, allowing her to sit back and expel the rest of her urine
into the toilet, alone in peace.

I began the exam by looking in her ears and eyes and by looking into her
mouth with a tongue depressor. The wooden stick made her gag and she made
some remark about hating things being stuck down her throat. We both
chuckled. I reached up to the shelf on the wall for one of two thermometers
that were in their holders. She opened her mouth to receive the thermometer,
sticking out her tongue slightly and rubbing it lightly around the tip of
the thermometer, before closing her mouth on it.

While her temperature was registering, I rubbed my hands together to warm
them and began examining her neck and throat. As I worked my way down to her
shoulders I grasped her gown and lowered it to her waist. Her gorgeous
round, firm breasts stared back at me and she blushed as I observed their
symmetry and loveliness. One by one I took them in my hands and palpated
them, ran my thumb over her magnificent brown nipples and squeezed them
between my fingers as they became more and more erect. She leaned forward on
the right and then on the left as I gave each breast it's fair share of
attention.

When I had massaged each nipple to it's firmest, it was time to have her lie
down on the table for the remainder of the examination. I removed the
thermometer from her mouth and noted that there was no fever. This would
soon be verified more accurately.

She laid back on the examination table, where I covered her from her waist
down with a sheet and then pulled her gown up to her breasts revealing only
her firm, well tanned abdomen and an inch or so of un-tanned skin at her
pubic hair line. As I ran my hands over her abdomen, from the top where I
"accidentally" bumped against her breasts to the bottom where I gently
touched the top of her public hair line, I could detect an increase in her
breathing rhythm and a tightening of her abdominal muscles. I told her to
relax and asked if my hands were cold or if I was hurting her. She smiled
and said no, that everything was fine.

Completing my examination of her abdomen, I pulled her gown back down and
moved the drape lower to reveal only her voluptuous mound of pubic hair. She
drew her thighs tighter together and appeared very nervous as I stroked her
mound and ran my fingers into the crevices of her groin. I told her to
spread her ankles out to the extreme edges of the table, placing her feet in
the stirrups, and very methodically and caressingly I spread the lips of her
vagina, revealing her inner lips and a glistening clitoris. I squeezed and
rubbed and touched her all throughout the area and with each touch or stroke
her breathing became deeper and faster. I felt my exam was completed at this
stage so I pulled the drape back up over her abdomen and asked her to turn
over on her stomach.

Susan is a good patient and she follows instructions very well. She
immediately turned over and presented her very firm and attractive buttocks
to me. Although we had been through this procedure many times before [and
she enjoys it but plays the game well], she asked, "And what are you going
to do now, doctor?" Responding to her question, I placed both of my hands on
each of her buttocks, massaging and kneading their firmness. I told her that
I was going to verify her temperature in the most accurate way.

"But doctor, that isn't really necessary", she said. Ignoring her comment, I
continued fondling her buttocks, now moving my hands down to her thighs.
Susan was enjoying this, and she voluntarily spread her legs. While
continuing to stroke her thighs with one hand, I ran the fingers of my other
hand along the inside of her thigh, up to meet her crotch, where I allowed
them to linger for a few moments. Her legs separated a bit more, and I could
begin to feel moistness meeting my fingers. I continued my journey with my
fingers to between her buttocks.

My middle finger found her rectum, where I permitted it to tease the area
for a while. When I sensed that Susan was becoming used to this stimulation,
I removed my fingers from between her buttocks and stopped stroking the
inside of her thigh. Susan looked back in time to see me shaking down the
other thermometer next to the one that I had used earlier. I reached into
the drawer beneath the examining table and pulled out a tube of K-Y jelly.
Opening the tube, I applied some to my middle finger. Then, I spread Susan's
buttocks and applied lubricant around her rectum. Very gently and slowly, I
slipped my finger slightly into her rectum, feeling the tightness as she
gasped. I removed my finger and applied lubricant to the thermometer.

"Oh, doctor. This is so embarrassing and unnecessary", Susan complained.
With that comment, I lightly spanked her bottom and spread her legs. She
began to whimper as I separated her buttocks, placed the tip of the
thermometer against her rectum, and slowly inserted it. The thermometer now
inserted, I let her buttocks close upon it, and I stepped back to allow it
time to register. What a lovely sight to behold...My young and beautiful
Susan lying on the examination table in this most humbling position.

I approached Susan and began to run my hands along the insides of her
thighs. This caused her legs to separate further, so I again ran my hands up
to feel her crotch, which had become very moist...but I must not get
involved with the "patient". I allowed my fingers to lightly rub along the
lips of her vagina, then up to grasp the thermometer protruding from between
her buttocks. I twisted the thermometer around inside of her rectum, and
moved it in and out, before I finally removed it. [She likes this I know
from previous experience]. As the thermometer slipped from between her
buttocks Susan said, "Doctor, that wasn't bad at all - in fact, it even felt
kind of good." I wiped the lubricant from the thermometer, noted the
reading, and put it back in its case. Using another tissue, I separated her
buttocks and wiped the lubricant from between her cheeks.

I told Susan that it was now time for the internal exam, and to turn over on
her back. She took a deep breath, revealing her obvious anxiety and asked,
"Will it be painful doctor?" I reassured her that it would not; that it
might be just a bit uncomfortable, but clearly not painful. She said, "I
really dread this part." I let her lie there a moment while I went to the
instrument cabinet and began retrieving the instruments I would need.

With a large plastic speculum, a tube of K-Y jelly, a pair of latex gloves,
some Q-tips and a few other instruments ready, I came back to my patient and
helped her to slide down and put her heels into the stirrups. I checked to
be sure that her bottom was just over the edge of the table and pulled up my
stool and examining lamp. As I lifted the drape to her knees she brought
them together and took a deep breath. I asked her to relax and with a hand
on each knee I gently spread them apart bringing her vagina into clear and
glorious view. I told her that this would only take a very few minutes and
that I would be as gentle as I possibly could. She said, "Thank you for your
understanding doctor... this is very difficult for me."

I slipped on my latex exam gloves and once again coaxed her knees open to
their fullest. In my most gentle fashion I touched her inner thigh and
proceeded up to her vagina. I again spread the lips of her outer vagina and
slowly inserted my two fingers side by side into her and moved them around
while I viewed her glistening uterus, deep inside of her. I wasn't aware
that she was ovulating, but the bright color and slight oozing from her
uterus gave away her secret. I removed my fingers from her vagina and moved
up to her clitoris. As I lifted the hood I noticed how wet she was and
watched as her clit hardened under my touch. I touched it from every
possible angle and massaged it between my two fingers as one would a wad of
thread. As I did this I detected what I thought was a mild moan coming from
the head of the table as my patient endured my gentle caresses. I looked up
at her face and saw her staring at the ceiling one moment and then closing
her eyes tightly the next. I told her that I was now going to do the
speculum part of the exam. She resignedly said "OK" and went back to her
wide eyed staring at the ceiling.

I picked up the speculum with one hand and with the other I gently spread
the inner and outer lips of her by now very moist vagina. Slowly but deftly
I inserted the instrument to it's fullest depth and then turned it slowly
from side to side as I viewed once again her uterus. When I finally got it
to the position I wanted I pressed the lock and with a loud click it locked
in its fullest open position. As it did, I just happened to look up at her
face and saw her eyes open as widely as they could and a look of fright come
over her face. I reassured her that all was OK and that the sound she had
heard was only the instrument locking into place. She returned back to her
point of fixation on the ceiling and I to my fixation point deep inside the
tunnel I had created within her. Now I took my long stemmed Q-tip and
passing it through the speculum I gently wiped at the oozing which was
coming from her uterus. She appeared not to notice anything that I was doing
at this point and was obviously somewhere else mentally. I removed and
discarded the Q-tip and ever so slowly began removing the still open
speculum from her vagina. As I got it about half way out I could see the
moisture on the inner walls of her vagina and knew that she was enjoying her
visit to my office, despite her signs of apprehension and fear. I released
the lock on the speculum and removed it from her entirely. Her face showed a
sign of relief and she smiled at me momentarily, then returning to her spot
on the ceiling. I told her that the examination was almost over and that she
was being a very good patient and complimented her on how relaxed she was. I
told her that many of my patients tensed up during the exam and that it just
made it more difficult for me and more uncomfortable for them.

As we entered the final stage of the exam I told her that I was now going to
examine her manually. I applied a moderate amount of K-Y jelly to the index
and middle finger of my right hand and moved it around to insure that my
fingers were well coated. I then ever so slowly inserted them into her
vagina to their fullest reach and placed my other hand on her stomach just
above her pubic hair line. As I moved my fingers around inside of her and
pressed down on her stomach I could see her eyes lighting up and the
smallest of smiles breaking through the corners of her mouth. I knew that
this part of my examination was pleasing to her. As my fingers probed to
reach deeper and deeper into her, my thumb pressed against her clit and it
pressed back against me with it's hardened stem. Within moments she was
breathing more heavily and her buttocks squirming ever so slowly on the
table. I removed my fingers and in a very quick move put a little more K-Y
jelly on the tip of my third finger and gently inserted it into her anus and
re-inserted my first finger back into her vagina. I don't think she even
noticed that I had changed anything as she was still smiling and gazing
toward the ceiling with her eyes tightly closed.

When my manual examination was complete and I had felt all of her internal
organs, I withdrew my fingers from her bottom and her vagina and informed
her that the examination was through. Surprisingly she asked if I could
please continue my examination for just another moment but in a very
professional tone I told her that my exam was complete and I pulled the
drape down over her knees and shins. She looked disappointed but
understanding.

I helped her to sit up and told her that I would discuss my findings and
treatment with her in my office.

I walked out of the "exam room" and into our master bedroom where I quickly
removed my lab coat, got undressed and got under the covers with a large and
firm erection. Within moments my patient, still in her exam gown, came into
the bedroom and got into bed with me and asked "What is my prognosis
Doctor?"

I don't recall giving her an answer to her question but I do recall a yet
another fantastic session of lovemaking.

END