~Subject: DORM ROOM EXAM (female) 2/3
~From: playdoc@digitals.com
~Date: Wed, 18 Sep 96 07:39:23 EST
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories



The next thing she felt was his hands on her buttocks, spreading them
apart.  She tensed up when she felt him running the lubricated
thermometer between her cheeks.  "Don't want another spanking, do you?",
he reminded her.  She relaxed out of resignation and put her face into
the pillow.  He spread her cheeks wider and was able to see that small
hairless opening she had for an asshole.  He rubbed the remaining
lubricant over her asshole and noticed how it quivered when the tip
touched it.  <YOUR NAME> began to sob in the pillow.  "Hey, hey, only
little girls cry when they have their temperature taken", he said - and
then he slowly eased the thermometer into her asshole.  When it was
fully inserted, he twisted and pulled on it a little bit and he heard
<YOUR NAME>'s stifled moan of humiliation as he then rubbed his hand
over her buttocks.  So nice and smooth, and how firm.  He rubbed them up
and down and ran his fingertips across them and between the cheeks.  He
could sense that <YOUR NAME> had eased up because she stopped crying and
the tenseness that he had originally felt in her buttocks was gone.  He
took advantage of this and slid her panties down and off her legs.  From
this vantage point, at the foot of the bed, the view was great - looking
right up <YOUR NAME>'s legs to see a thermometer between her cheeks.
They were so firm that they clenched the thermometer tightly and the
light brown hair below covered her pussy lips.  Out of view, he reached
for his hard cock through his pants - but no adjustment could be made.
Sitting on the bed next to her, he removed the thermometer and wiped it
with a bedside kleenex.  "Yes, still a bit elevated even RECTALLY
*emphasis on the word rectally*", he said as he placed the thermometer
back in the bag.
<YOUR NAME> continued to lay on her stomach as he rubbed her buttocks
then let his hand stroke the back of her thighs and come to rest on the
inside of her thigh.  "Are you doing ok?", he asked.
"Mmmm-hhhhh", was her reply, muffled by her face in the pillow.
"You know what's next?", he asked.
"Mmmm-hhhh", she answered.
"What's that", he quizzed, as he continued stroking the inside of her
thigh.
She raised her head up long enough to say, "The pelvic exam".
"That's right, so why don't you just roll over?", he instructed.
<YOUR NAME> turned over and displayed her full nakedness to him.  She
had her head turned away from him and her eyes were closed - the next to
the last step of submission.  He put his hands between her legs and
pushed against them; she knew that it was time to separate them.  She
felt his hand lightly stroking her belly and kept reminding herself that
this was going to be just like a visit to the doctor - except that last
thing with the rectal thermometer was --- well, it wasn't too bad and,
after all, it was medical.  He noticed that there was light brown hair
above the lips of <YOUR NAME>'s pussy and it thinned out as it got
lower.  Since he remembered that she had no hair around her asshole, he
guessed that the hair growth stopped at the bottom of her pussy.  He'd
know in a minute!
He ran his hand in her bush and separated her pussy lips at the top to
take a look - her clitoris and urethral opening quite visible.  With the
fingers of each hand he moved along the outside of her pussy lips,
separating them as he went towards the bottom, and then moving back
toward the top.  Now, her pussy was separated slightly and the lips were
clearly defined.
"<YOUR NAME>, do you shave?", he asked.
<YOUR NAME> turned her head and opened her eyes.  "Down there?", she
asked.
"Yes, down there", he answered.
She hesitated.  "Ahhh...n-n-n, a little, aahhh, y-y-yes", she finally
replied.
"And when was the last time you did it?", he asked, noticing that she
was now looking him right in the eye - the FINAL indication of full
submission.
"I usually just keep it trimmed now", she said.
"Now?", he asked.
"Like in the summer, I sha...", and then she stopped.
"You do what in the summer", he continued.  All the while, he is rubbing
one hand lightly across her stomach and with the other hand he has a
finger on either side of her pussy lips, occasionally coming together on
her clit.
She turned her head away from him, and he brought his fingers up and
pressed them against her clit.  "You do what in he summer?", he asked
again.
She looked at him and said, "I shave it all off".  This is when there
will be no more resistance.  She is naked and he has her to admit a very
private detail while looking him straight in the eye.  At the same time,
her legs have separated a bit more and, although she won't allow herself
to move her hips in response to his rubbing, moistness is beginning to
be secreted from the Glans of Bartholin.
"The pelvic examination would go a lot easier if you were shaved", he
says as he paves the way for what is about to come.  Since <YOUR NAME>
has entered the final stage of submission, he doesn't even expect any
hesitation from her recollection that the pelvic examinations include an
internal examination.  From out of nowhere, she starts crying again, but
this time she is still looking him in the eye.  He has not seen this
before and he doesn't know exactly how to respond.  He sits on the bed
next to her and, while still stroking her pussy, says, "This is just a
simple pelvic examination - the doctor has to know", and his finger
slips between her pussy lips.
"I'm not experienced - I've only done it a few times.  Please don't ruin
me, please don't hurt me", <YOUR NAME> cries.
He removes his hand from her pussy and stands up.  "Now you stop that
crying and let's get on with it.  Has any other doctor hurt you or
ruined you", he said - authoritatively?
"No", she cried more.
"Then why should I?  I told you what was going to happen during this
examination, right?", he asked.  He wasn't going to have things go sour
now!
"Yes", and she stopped crying.
"Then let's continue.  I want you shaved for the examination", he said.
"You want me to do it?", she asked.
"Is that how you get it clean?", he asked.
"You mean shaved?  Yes, yes, that's how it happens", she replied.
"Well, then, go ahead and do it", he said, and he didn't stop her as she
rose from the bed.  He had always had a fear of getting set up by a
false sense of confidence at this point but <YOUR NAME> stood up and he
followed her into the bathroom.  He noticed when she stood how pert her
breasts were, that her nipples were erect, and when he followed her, how
firm her buttocks were.
Once in the bathroom, he stood in the doorway.  <YOUR NAME> went to her
closet and got a razor and some shaving cream.  She ran water in the
sink and wet a washcloth.  With her back turned to him, he could still
see her reflection in the mirror as she ran the washcloth over her pussy
several times.  Actually, his view was improved because he could keep
looking at her tight butt while seeing the reflection of her pussy in
the mirror.  She took several handfuls of water and wet the pussy hair.
She filled the sink with water as she took the shaving cream and
squirted it on her fingertips.  She took the shaving cream and, rubbing
it across her pussy, worked it into a lather.  She stepped over to the
toilet, raised the seat and straddled it.
"Turn around", he demanded.
"Are you going to watch?", she asked.
"Yes - I am the doctor", he said.
<YOUR NAME> turned around and presented herself for his view.
Straddling the toilet, he enjoyed the view of her firm breasts and flat
belly, and her pussy covered with shaving cream.  How many times in the
past he has had to restrain or even sedate his patients to shave them.
"Go ahead, do it", he directed.
<YOUR NAME> took the razor and pulled it across the top of her pubic
mound, cleaning the razor in the sink after each stroke.  When she had
completely shaved the hair above her pussy lips, she took the washcloth
and wiped the area clean of shaving cream and hair.  Then she squatted
more over the toilet to spread her legs.  She shaved first along one
side, rinsed the razor and then shaved the other side.  She repeated
this three times and then reached for the washcloth.
"Finished?", asked he.
"I just have to wash off", she replied.
"No, let me do it to inspect you", he said as he moved toward her and
took the washcloth.  He soaked it in the sink and then pressed it
against her mound, his fingertips against her clit.  He moved his hand
lower to cleanse the area around her pussy lips.  He rubbed the area
firmly and he felt her press into his touch.  "Turn around", he said.
<YOUR NAME> turned around and he was looking directly at her buttocks.
Yes, how very nice and firm, he observed.  "Bend over", he directed.
He rinsed the washcloth in the sink before noticing the fine sight in
front of him.  She was obviously in an aroused state because he could
make out her pussy lips as she bent over the toilet.  Her cheeks were so
firm and tight, however, that he could not see her asshole without
spreading them - which he did with one hand while he took the washcloth
and moved it from front to back with the other hand.  She had gotten all
the hair and was as smooth as she could be.
"I have to...", she started to say.
"What?", he asked her, having his gaze into her pussy interrupted.
"I have to p-p-p-urinate", she said.
"Stand up and turn around", he said.
<YOUR NAME> turned to face him and he noticed how her pussy lips,
although in their aroused state, stayed close together.  "Go ahead - you
said you had to go", he ordered.
She went to lower the seat and sit down but he stopped her.  "No, stand
- I want to watch you do it", he said.


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