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“Doctor, I’ve been having these migraines for a while and just, um, you know… I’ve been having some stomach issues and even some… women’s issues too, if you know what I mean.”
She immediately regretted that. What had she been thinking? The last thing she wanted was for the doctor to do any form of exam that involved either her tummy or ‘women’s issues.’ But it was out there now.
Fuck.
“Is there a reason you didn’t tell the nurse about these things when you called, or tell me when I asked you earlier?”
“Well, I was a little embarrassed, doctor… it’s just hard to talk about that stuff sometimes.”
The doctor’s eyebrow rose again, his expression even more skeptical.
“Fair enough,” he said. “I’ll need to do a much more thorough exam, then.”
Shit shit shit.
This was going exactly the direction she hadn’t wanted it to go.
What direction did you want it to go? Did you think he was just going to say, ‘Oh, okay. If there’s tummy issues involved, then I guess you can take off as much time as you need.’?
“Oh, okay, doctor…”
“I haven’t got all day. Let’s proceed,” said Dr. Davidson before walking over to a small cabinet on the side of the room, opening it, and returning with a white exam gown which he held out to Amy. “You can put this on if you’d like.”
If she’d like? Was there an alternative to that?
But the doctor had already turned heel and left the room, shutting the door behind him. Amy sat there for a long moment, trying to decide whether she should put on the gown. Putting it on would certainly add to the embarrassing clinical feel of everything. But not putting it on would mean having nothing to cover herself at all once he reached the more intimate parts of the exam that she now realized would almost certainly be coming later.
She eventually decided on a compromise. Removing everything but her panties, she folded her clothes neatly and put on the gown. She finished just in time before the doctor knocked on the door and asked if she was ready yet.
“Yes, doctor,” she answered.
“Good,” he replied, entering the room once again, “it’s time to begin your examination.”
* * *
Robert Davidson was enjoying himself in a way he rarely did when at work already twenty minutes past the end of his scheduled hours, let alone on a day that he was supposed to be off entirely. The girl standing in front of him was undeniably beautiful, and as her blushing cheeks seemed to make clear, she was fully aware that she had now painted herself into a corner and was facing as thorough of an exam as he chose to give her.
And it was going to be very thorough.
He was aware of the level of importance placed on the formal report which was expected of all interns after their first year, the due date for which she was no doubt trying to delay with her visit today. And while he considered himself a professional, he was the kind of man who from time to time enjoyed giving a naughty girl exactly what she needed.
He didn’t respond to every flirtatious glance the way Dr. Andrews did, both because he considered it beneath him and because what he preferred was too specific unless the young lady in question was both naughty enough to deserve it and desperate enough to submit to it.
He was fairly certain that Amy was both.
Which meant that she would almost certainly be sucking his cock with a bright red bottom in a little while before he bent her over the exam table and taught her in the most shameful way possible what happened to bad girls under his care. First, though, it was time to turn those blushing cheeks truly crimson.
“The first thing we’ll need to do, Amy, is ensure that you don’t have a fever, since many of the symptoms you described would be expected to be accompanied by an elevated temperature. Your readings so far have been normal, so we’ll need to check your temperature in the most accurate way.”
Though he rarely allowed himself to acknowledge it, Dr. Davidson did have a sadistic side when the patient in question was in sufficient need of a hard lesson, and playing with Amy’s emotions excited him.
“Sit down on the edge of the exam table and open your mouth for me.”
He noted Amy’s palpable sigh of relief. She had obviously been afraid the thermometer would be going where it would indeed be going in just a moment. Slipping the old-fashioned, glass bulb thermometer under her tongue, he instructed her to close her mouth and hold it there until he removed it. He left it longer than needed, wanting her to absorb the mild embarrassment of having her temperature taken in what was still a relatively childish way. When he slid it free moments later, he noted out loud that the reading had come back normal. Then he gave the instruction Amy had no doubt been fearing.
“We’ll try one more method, Amy, just to be thorough. Stand up please, then bend over the exam table.”
Amy gasped. “But doctor, I don’t need my temperature takenthatway.”
