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“You’ve made very clear to me that you’ve been having serious symptoms, and we can’t risk not detecting an elevated temperature. Now do as you’re told, young lady.”
He wondered if she would refuse and either leave his office in a huff or admit that she’d made it all up. But apparently she remained resolute in the hopes that she could fake her way to a diagnosis that would be beneficial for her purposes. She stood up and then hesitantly bent over the exam table.
Stepping close behind her, Dr. Davidson reached down and slowly undid the lower of the two ties at the side of her gown. Taking his time to enjoy every moment, he pulled it aside to reveal the cute purple bikini panties underneath.
“These will need to come down for me to take your temperature, Amy,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Yes doctor, I understand…”
Once again drawing it out to savor every second, he slid his fingertips underneath the waistband of her panties and took them down, inch by inch, until her bottom was revealed in its full glory. And it was glorious. Amy truly had one of the most attractive behinds he had ever seen. Once the garment was at mid-thigh, he stepped back and simply stared for a second, not even caring if she noticed. When at last he’d had his fill of the view, or rather when he decided it was time to move on, because he would never truly get his fill of looking at that perfect, round ass, he walked to his desk. He opened a jar of Vaseline, lubed the thermometer, and returned to stand before the beautiful backside which awaited him.
Resting his left hand on her left bottom cheek, he pulled it away from its counterpart to expose Amy’s little pink pucker, which was every bit as delightful as the rest of her bottom. The position left her pussy on display as well, but aside from noting that it was shaved bare and already glistening with a hint of arousal, he chose to focus his attention entirely on her bottom and her cute little anus for now. There would be plenty of time to explore the other charms between her legs later in the exam.
After having drunk deeply of the beauty of what lay before him, he at last touched the tip of the lubricated thermometer to Amy’s clenching anus and slid it inside, centimeter by centimeter, until it reached the appropriate depth. Releasing her bottom cheek, he instructed her to keep the thermometer in place until he was ready to remove it. While he did not explicitly tell her to clench, he knew she would understand the command, and he enjoyed the sight of the toned muscles of her buttocks clamping tightly around the invading instrument.
As he had previously when it was in her mouth, he allowed the thermometer to remain in place significantly longer than needed to get a reading, wanting to ensure that Amy felt the full shame of her position before announcing the inevitable normal temperature. Finally, he patted her bottom gently to indicate that it was time for him to remove the thermometer. When she unclenched, he slid it free of her bottom and confirmed out loud for her that indeed she did not have a fever.
“You may pull your panties up, Amy.”
He had considered pulling them up himself, but allowing her to do it forced her to reacknowledge the fact that they had been down and would also likely remind her that he had been the one to pull them down. When her underwear was back in place, he instructed her to re-tie her exam gown and have a seat once more on the table.
“I’ll need to check your heart rate now, Amy,” he said, “so I’ll need you to undo the shoulder tie of your gown.”
With a renewed flush to her cheeks, no doubt due to a combination of what had just transpired and what she realized was about to transpire, Amy followed his instructions, holding the gown in place with her hand after the tie had been undone.
“I’ll need the gown out of the way to read your heart rate properly, Amy,” he informed her.
She slowly allowed her hand to fall, and the gown to fall with it, revealing her bare chest. Her medium-sized breasts were as exquisite as her bottom, round and perky with perfect little pink nipples which were now stiffening in the cool air of the room. Or had they been stiff already? Certainly, the glimpse he’d had of her wet pussy would indicate that perhaps it was the latter.
There will be time enough for that later, he reminded himself. For the moment, he was still set on maintaining a semblance of his dispassionate clinical demeanor, so he averted his eyes from her now fully erect nipples and instead focused on placing his stethoscope over her heart and listening to its rabid beating.
“Heart rate is elevated,” he said aloud, “but not to an excessive degree. Now please lie back on the table,” he instructed.
When she obeyed, he began a gentle poking and prodding of her ribs and tummy. While this was, in fact, how he would have examined a patient with actual symptoms of digestive issues, he was merely going through the motions in this case. Everything about Amy’s tone and body language had told him long ago that she was lying through her teeth about every symptom she’d mentioned. Still, there was no harm in doing his work with precision.
When, as expected, he found no signs of any internal problems, he informed his patient that he would be poking her a little harder and that he would like her to tell him if any area was particularly painful. This would be the part where Amy would have the opportunity to lie if she wanted, and he expected that she would jump at the chance. He was counting on it, in fact.
Sure enough, she mentioned pain in several places, with the severest being when he prodded her lower abdomen. He did his best to feign a concerned look before informing her that the pain she was describing would necessitate further examination to check for any potential internal trauma or infection.
Amy’s expression indicated she was simultaneously pleased with herself at having at least kept things going, while at the same time deeply concerned about exactly where he would be examining next.
“Please stand up and remove your gown, Amy. The next procedure will go more smoothly with it out of the way.”
“What… what procedure is that doctor?” she managed to ask with a quavering voice.
“In order to assess your digestive system properly, I’ll need it cleaned out first.”
“Cleaned… cleaned out, doctor?”
“Yes, Amy, thoroughly cleaned out.”
By this point, his once again deeply blushing patient had finished removing her gown and set it aside. She now stood before him wearing only her panties, with one arm covering her bare breasts and the other hovering near her currently still-clothed pussy as if with the knowledge that her panties would be coming off soon too.
She was correct, of course. But he would wait until she was in position first.
“Please climb up on the table on all fours, Amy, while I prepare your enema.”
CHAPTER2
