Helen was shocked to enter a large room with raised seating on 3 sides. In the middle of what might be called the stage was an examination table and a three sided folding screen, both of the type commonly found in medical institutions. While the room could probably seat 75 people, there were only about 15 students in the front row. Her husband, the doctor, was talking to them. He heard the door open, and when he was finished talking he turned to face her.

“Welcome. Please come over here.” He gestured towards the exam table. The receptionist turned and left the room.

Helen slowly walked to the table in the center of the room, immediately aware that she was now the only female in the room. She noticed that all eyes were focused on her. She did not expect to have such a large number of young men watching her. She appreciated the formality that her husband had established. It helped to keep a separation between her and all of them.

“Thank you for volunteering to be our patient today.” He said. “Your time here is greatly appreciated, and you are contributing to the education of our future scientists.” His tone was sincere, but sounded a little rehearsed. He probably recited that same greeting to the volunteer at the beginning of every lab session. This was the first time she had ever seen him in a working environment, instructing a group of students. His confidence as a figure of authority was very sexy. Despite all the eyes staring at her, the doctor’s gaze made her feel warm.

He turned back to the students. “Today’s laboratory session continues our general review of anatomy for your Intro to Biology class. After our lab last week covering the male form, today’s session is a close up review of the female form.” He paused briefly, just long enough to gesture to Helen and draw the students’ attention to her.

“If you would please step behind the folding screen,” he instructed Helen, “And change into the medical gown provided.”

Oh goodness, I have to put on a gown after all. Helen cautiously walked behind the screen and found a stool with a folded medical gown. To her surprise, the screen really only came up to her shoulders, with a sizable gap at the floor. While still being able to see the students she began to remove her clothes. Their continuous eye contact made Helen feel uneasy.

“We do not need to repeat any of the elements that are common between men and women.” The doctor continued, “But will instead focus on those areas which are unique to the female body, primarily the external features.”

While the students were presumably listening to the doctor’s words, all heads were facing Helen, and watching her movements from the shoulders up and the knees down. The screen gave Helen only the bare minimum of privacy. When she got to the gown it was shorter than she had hoped. Stamped clearly as a size small, it just barely hung below her crotch, and she was only able to fasten one of the two snaps. She looked at her husband, hoping he could read in her eyes her uncertainty about what to do next.

As he wrapped up the introduction with the students he looked back at her, nodded, and waved her to come out from behind the screen. Helen slowly emerged, carefully holding the gown closed and as still as possible.

“We will start at the top and work our way down.” The doctor began. “The first significant difference is the female breast. Her mammary glands develop much larger to facilitate milk production to feed her offspring.”

The doctor looked at Helen and waited. Helen did nothing. The doctor walked over to her, unsnapped the single snap, and opened her gown. He held it wide open so that all the students could see. Helen froze, her husband was baring her naked body to the group of young men. They intently studied her, looking up and down.

“Could you please hold the gown open like this?” The doctor asked the patient. Helen hesitantly took the edges of the gown from her husband and held it open as requested. She felt like she was paused midway through flashing the class.

“Like most all physical attributes of the human body, breasts come in many shapes and sizes.” The doctor said while pulling latex exam gloves from a box on the table. ”Today’s patient has average size breasts, a natural hang, with larger than average nipples and areolas.” Natural hang? Larger nipples? She puzzled to herself. He always told me that my breasts were beautiful.

The doctor reached out and lifted Helen’s right breast, easing it up and pulling it forward slightly. She did not appreciate what the act of lifting implied. While the latex glove felt very clinical and proper, the fact that her husband was handling and showing her breasts to a group of young men felt wildly inappropriate. Helen had to keep reminding herself that this was all normal and she had to keep quiet and endure it, both for the students but also for her own penance.

“The nipple and areola appear fairly relaxed.” The doctor said.

A student raised their hand and asked, “Are the bumps around the nipple normal?”

My goodness, Helen thought. Have you no decency?

“Yes. You can see the bumps of Montgomery distributed around the areola, and very slight inversion in the center of this nipple.” The doctor explained. “Both of which are very normal and quite common.” The doctor pulled and spread the skin and breast tissue as needed to illustrate various features.

While Helen found the overall situation very embarrassing, it was oddly pleasant to have her husband handling her breast. She felt a mild tingling in her breasts, and then that familiar sensation of her nipples hardening. Just the thought of that happening made Helen blush. Her cheeks were noticeably reddening.

“Ah, very good. Here is an example of the nipple tissue becoming erect, drawing in the skin of the areola, and protruding out farther from the body.”

Helen couldn’t believe her husband was discussing her erect nipples with the class. That really seemed like more of a personal thing.

“There are some common reasons as to why nipples sometimes present themselves as erect.” The doctor explained. “Cold temperatures are the most common trigger, Although, I adjusted the thermostat up before class to make the patient more comfortable, so we can rule that out.” Oh no, though Hellen. He’s going to discuss why my nipples are hard?

“Sexual arousal is the second most common reason. And while it doesn’t necessarily correlate directly to the activity, it can be a fairly reliable indicator.“

The boys smiled and a few of them snickered.

“Sexual arousal triggers vary widely from person to person. One person’s fear can be another person’s trigger.” He explained.

Helen did not want to stand there any longer, fully naked in front of a dozen young men, listening to them discuss why her nipple were hard, speculating about why she might be aroused. She wished they could move on to something else.

As the doctor continued to discuss and manipulate Helen’s breasts, she noticed two of the students were just staring at her chest, their mouths slightly open. The look in their eyes went way beyond a scholarly curiosity. Helen felt sure this was their first time ever seeing a naked woman in person. She assumed these two, and maybe a few others, were still virgins. They had no idea what pleasures were in store for them some day. The image of her body would probably stick with them for quite awhile, or at least until later tonight when they were safely tucked in bed. She imagined them stroking themselves while thinking about her. Be careful, she thought. Don’t think about them masterbating in bed. Helen could sense her own arousal increasing, and that familiar feeling of moisture beginning to creep. No wonder her own nipples were hard. Stop it, she thought to herself. Do not think about sex. Do not think about sex. Do not think about sex.

“Next we will move on to the genitals and the vulva.” The doctor's words shook Helen alert and pulled her back into reality. Oh no, she thought. He did not just say that. The doctor led the patient to the end of the table and had her sit. He pulled out the stirrups and positioned them to either side. Helen’s head started racing.

“If you could please recline back now.” The doctor instructed the patient.

Helen nervously eased herself back down onto the table, the paper crinkling loudly with every movement. The motion was awkward, and with both arms reaching back, easing her down, she was not able to control the opening of her gown. It ended up flapped open to either side, hanging off the table. Not a single square inch of privacy remained.

The doctor lifted one leg and then the other, positioning them into the stirrups. Helen felt very exposed. She concentrated on a spot in the ceiling, trying not to think about her bare, spread body.

The doctor stood between the stirrups, and motioned for the class to gather around behind him.

“Now class, starting with the pubic hair, we can see it growing over the mons pubis, along the labia majora, continuing down, over the perineum, and around the anus.” The doctor explained, pointing to each region as he went.

They can see my anus? Helen thought to herself. I can’t even see my own anus. Please, please, please, be clean.

“And the hair extends out to the sides,” he continued, “showing on a portion of the inner thighs.”

Helen desperately wished she had shaved before coming here. Even a modest trim would have avoided such uncomfortable comments.

“Before we go any further it is probably best to address what we see happening here.” The doctor said to the students. Helen puzzled to herself. What was he talking about?

“We don’t usually see this in the laboratory setting.” The doctor explained. “Does everyone see the milky clear fluid dripping down from the patient's vagina, running down her perineum?” He gestured between her legs, “This is her natural lubrication.”

Helen squeezed her eye tightly close. They are all staring at my dripping wetness, she thought. Why is this happening to me? Why are these horny boys just gawking at my pussy? This is supposed to be a classroom. Then she realized she was just assuming they were horny. What Am I getting myself into?

“Similar to the erection we witnessed last week with the male patient, the female’s response to sexual arousal includes the production of lubricating fluids in the vagina. It is the body’s way of preparing for intercourse.”

Helen shivered. The thought of a man’s erection on display last week, and now hearing her body was ready for intercourse. This was not the type of discussion she expected to hear today. This was supposed to be an academic, clinical, straightforward university lab session, and instead her mind was running rampant with sexual perversions involving an anonymous male patient and a bunch of young men, all being narrated by her husband. She needed some way to clear her mind.

Then Helen heard the door open. She turned her head and saw two people walking into the room.

“Excuse me.” The receptionist said. “Sorry to interrupt.” She paused at the doorway.

A police officer continued in, walking towards the doctor.

“How can I help you,” the doctor asked.

“Good afternoon.” the officer spoke with unwavering authority. “The receptionist told me not to use names.”

“That is correct.” The doctors confirmed. “Our volunteer patients are to remain anonymous.”

“Well, I just need you to confirm that,…” the officer paused. Standing next to the doctor, the officer now took in the fully spread display of Helen’s legs and all that was between. The officer looked at his paperwork and then back to Helen. He cleared his throat to get her attention. Helen raised her head up and looked down the length of her torso at the officer, framed between her thighs.

“Can… the patient… confirm you are case number 8773W?”

“Yes.” Helen managed to say in a breathy whisper.

The officer turned to the doctor. “You will be supervising the community service sentence?” He asked.

“Yes.” Replied the doctor.

Helen could hear the students whispering to each other.

“I will leave the attendance form with the receptionist for you to log the hours.” The officer explained. “It says here 50 hours of service for the infractions of….” He mumbled the rest of the words to himself. He turned to Helen and made a puzzled grunting sound. “Only 50 hours? Looks like you got off easy.”

Helen felt a faint wave of nausea wash over her. 50 hours? Today was a one hour appointment. She was going to have to do this 49 more times?

“A police officer will stop by to verify your participation on each scheduled day.” To the doctor he said, “You can verify in and out times on the log sheet to track the actual hours served.”

“Will we see you next week?” The doctor asked.

“No, it will likely be a different officer each week.” He explained. “Community service enforcement is assigned to whoever is available each week.”

The officer gave Helen one last look, up and down, letting his gaze linger a bit more on her intimate areas. Then he turned and left to room. Helen thought about a new officer coming each week to check on her. By the time she was done with her service everyone from the police station would likely have paid her a visit. She closed her eyes and tried to regain her composure.

“Now class,” the doctor began, “as you just heard, this patient is here as a part of her court ordered community service, but the nature of her crime is of no importance to us. It doesn’t matter if she was caught shoplifting, vandalizing a building, or public drunkenness. As far as we are concerned, she is just another volunteer, here to help you all further your academic studies. Is that clear?”

There was a murmuring of “yes doctor” from the students,

“Ok. Now. Where were we.” The doctor paused as they all refocused their attention between Helen’s legs.

“Hmmm. There appears to be even more lubrication now. We don’t unusually see this in the laboratory setting.” He explained. “This is usually only seen in situations involving high arousal, and strong sexual desire.”

The doctor paused for a moment, waiting to see if the patient would respond. Helen waited for her husband to continue the embarrassing description. When the pause was too long she opened her eyes and lifted her head. The two of them locked eyes. Helen’s look of humiliation and desperation was met by her husband’s raised eyebrows. He silently questioned her state of mind. He was surprised to see her body reacting this way, and wanted her to know that all the students knew what was stirring in her dirty little mind.

“Starting at the top.” He continued, “The clitoris is generally covered, or partially covered, by the clitoral hood. During times of extreme arousal the clitoris has a tendency to swell and become more exposed. As you can see here, more than half of the clitoral gland is already showing. The doctor placed his gloved thumb against her body, just below the clitoris, and slowly dragged it upwards, applying pressure to the patient’s clitoris and then stretching the hood up. Helen involuntarily rolled her pelvis and arched her neck back as he did this. He knows how good that feels, she thought. Why is he doing this to me in front of all these students?

“With the hood fully retracted you can now clearly see the full clitoral glans. However, that is only the tip of the iceberg. The rest of the clitoris is within the tissue surrounding the urethra and the vagina.” The doctor explained. “You may notice a slight muscle twitch around the opening to the vagina when the clitoris is touched. The clitoris works with the muscles and tissues throughout the region to help facilitate a sexually receptive state.”

The doctor pressed his thumb to her again and slowly rubbed it up over her clit.

“Did you see that?” He asked the students, repeating the stimulation over and over. They marveled at the way the patient’s vaginal opening twitched and puckered each time his thumb passed over her clit.

Helen was surprised at how close to orgasm she was. She assumed all the embarrassment and awkwardness would have shut those feelings down, but in some unexpected way they were almost amplifying her excitement. She couldn’t bare the thought of having an orgasm in front of all these strangers. Her husband must have sensed it and stopped just in time. Helen was left teetering on the edge.

“Below the clitoris we can just make out the urethral opening and the vaginal opening, all lined up between the labia minora.” The doctor explained. “And this patch of skin, just below the vaginal opening, where we see the vaginal fluid dripping down, is the perineum.”

Helen squeezed her eyelids closed harder, doing her best to hide from the humiliating attention her juices were attracting.

“Now, we will take a brief look inside.”

Helen shuttered at the sound of those words. She knew it could only mean one thing.

The doctor removed a speculum from the table drawer, applied a thin layer of lube over the surface, and gently worked it into Helen’s vagina. The combination of natural and artificial lubricants made the insertion easy and smooth. Helen’s first gasp was when the doctor clicked it open.

Helen instinctively took a deep breath, drawing the attention of some of the students to her breasts rising and falling. She could feel her nipples hardening again, and then heard the whispering of some students. She didn’t have to open her eyes to know that some were studying her nipples while others were focused on the device inside her vagina. It was confusing, the way the embarrassment was subsiding, and giving way to the delightful feeling of being opened and filled. The device was taking up space inside her. She liked the feeling of it stretching her from within. She almost liked being on display.

“Now that the speculum is in place we can more clearly see the urethral opening, here between the clitoral glans and the vagina.” The doctor gestured for the students to see.

“Each of you should come around and have a look inside. You will see the cervix located at the back, as well as the fleshy walls of the birth canal.” The students all took turns peering into Helen’s body, seeing that place which was previously only known to her regular gynecologist and her loving husband. Now it felt like half the town was getting a full tour of her personal space.

“Below the cervix,“ one student asked, “there looks to be a small pool of fluid collecting.”

The doctor circled back and peered inside.

“Yes, you are right. Wow.” He paused to collect his thoughts. “That is another great example of the patient's body making a generous amount of natural lubrication.”

Helen lifted her head and looked at her husband sheepishly. She didn’t know why her body was doing this. She apparently had no way to control how turned on she was getting. Her pledge of silence was all she could hide behind.

The doctor carefully removed the speculum and set it into a tray.

“Class, that just about wraps up our lab session.” To the patient he said, “Thank you for your time today. You may redress, and the receptionist will be here in a moment to see you out.” The doctor returned to talking to the class, but what exactly he was saying didn’t register with Helen. Helen’s mind was replaying all that had just happened, and trying to sort out her mess of feelings.

Helen lifted her legs out of the stirrups, eased herself down from the table, and walked behind the changing screen. Now that she was upright and walking the slickness between her labia was impossible to ignore. It reminded her of walking around after having a quickie with her husband, but in this case, the wetness was all her own doing. She finished dressing just as the receptionist arrived. Helen followed the receptionist out, only briefly looking back to see all the young men listening to her husband. She hoped they would never find out that she was his wife.

Helen signed the timesheet with the receptionist, and then walked back to her car. The squish between her legs was not going away anytime soon. She needed something to calm her nerves