Extremely charming! There was no sign of the woman who, two minutes ago, raised her voice, imposed conditions on me and behaved extremely unceremoniously. In her place, a visibly worried lady now walked towards me with her head down. Her slow steps contrasted with the rapid heaving of her chest from ragged nervous breathing. She stopped about two meters away from me, just waiting for my reaction.

- Closer! - I growled, and Val took only one more very small step towards me. I resentfully repeated “I said come closer! Look at me". This time she was more daring and stood in front of me and raised his head. Her eyes were like a frightened hind - there's a reason!

- Well, what do you think? Was your behavior polite? – I asked my rhetorical questions

- No... her whisper was barely audible.

- And what do you think, do I like you behaving like this? Is this what I deserve in the end? – her answer was again negative and still quiet.

- And what do you think is coming now? – I did not give in so quickly and let her sweat

- Are you going to spank me? – she asked me with obvious fear while lowering her head again.

Okay, I liked it! Yes, I loved seeing her like this – resigned, worried and completely in my arms. But I had a more important goal now.

- You have no idea how much I want to spank you right here and right now! But before that we have something more important to do.

I pulled her between my spread legs as I sat on the couch and felt her shiver. How worried she is? I hugged her, her head was at the level of my chest. I started stroking her back with one hand and slipped the other under her skirt and cupped her tight ass. Her body began to relax under my hands, but unfortunately for her, I was just beginning the cross-examination. I started directly in the thread:

- So, since when have you been in pain?

- It's nothing special, believe me. – Hmmm, I don't like being teased at all!

- I'm waiting for your answer and you know I don't tolerate nonsense, right? - I insisted and squeezed her ass hard to show exactly how serious I was.

- Well, for a few days, a week at the most... I don't know. I'll be fine, I'm fine!

- Oh yeah, we'll definitely make sure you're okay! And even today. And when was your last annual check-up dear?

- I don't know, Dave, a while ago...

Again I sharply squeezed the fingers of the hand that was on her ass, but this time I squeezed harder. She instinctively tensed and tried to pull away from me. Failed. I hissed again.

- When was your damn examination, Valeria?

- A few years ago.

- Years?! Are you kidding? How much? One? two?

- Six...

- Excuse me? No, that's not true, is it? You're just kidding! This is an outrage, Valeria, you know it, right?! – yes, I screamed and wanted to pull my hair out of anger. Why was she so reckless? What the hell was wrong with her?!

- Dave, please... stop... you know I don't like going to doctors. - She had already pulled away from me, again with her head down - to hide her shame, perhaps, and was sniffling. I think I managed to scare her more than I intended. Shit! I took her in my arms again, kissed her on the forehead and forced myself to speak calmly:

- Shh, okay. Take it easy. Look... Val, that's not ok, is it? It is no accident that we say annual checkups - for every year, every. At least once at year! I am furious that you are flawless at your job and keep everything in order, and you are so irresponsible to yourself. But whatever. That all ends today. I will examine you carefully and thoroughly and then we will see how we proceed.

- But I don't want to, Dave! It really doesn't make sense! - she objects again stubbornly.

- My dear, this is not a matter for discussion. Put yourself in my shoes - I help so many women every day and my favorite woman is unwilling to confide in me when she needs help - how should I take it? I'm a doctor and I know what I'm doing. Do you believe me?

- Yes, but I don't want you to be my doctor. I want you to be my boyfriend!

- Well, I'm only available in a package service. You get both. – I tried to lighten the situation, but I still couldn't, so I continued with the explanations – Come on, it's not a big deal! I will be very careful at all times. There is nothing to be affraid of. All I ask of you is to follow my directions and be calm. In less than twenty minutes we will be done and have our weekend. Come on smile at me and let's get started.

- There's no way we can put it off, right?

- No way! And if you continue to argue, I will give you a good spanking and I will examine you again, but with a red ass. – the surprised and gaping was pretty funny, but I stifled my laughter. After all, he seems to understand how things are. - Now I will let you go, and I will finish the preparations. And I want you to be a good girl and stop arguing with my every word. I also want you to undress and be completely naked.

- Take everything off? Is this really necessary? – it seems that I was so far with the understanding on her part. I slapped her ass lightly and continued:

- Yes, it is necessary so that I do not have to ask you more than once. And also that was your last challenge to my words. Am I clear?

- Oh, yes, well.. – ah, we could also follow instructions.

I let her undress while I went back to the cabinet and tray to get out the tools I needed. It was a tough negotiation, but at least we can finally start getting her examined. I had planned for her to have really regular checkups, but first I had to figure out what she had now and get it taken care of. When I returned to the litter box, she was already sitting on it, naked, but how! Crossed her legs over each other and hands in front of her chest in an attempt to cover herself... Really? Don't you think it's a little late for that, dear? Until today you didn't seem to mind being naked in front of me, why is this shame now. I decided not to ask my questions out loud, but to simply counter her.

- Okay then, I want you to raise your hands and clasp them behind your head. I issued the command as I placed the stethoscope in my ears.

Her displeasure was more than clear, but she complied anyway. Her rebellious side called as I told her to breathe slow and deep and began to move the metal disc across her chest - muttering something along the lines of "you're not even a pulmonologist, what are you listening to now" under her breath. I didn't respond to her defiant grunt and insisted she keep breathing. I didn't want to explain to her that I wasn't listening to her chest as much as I wanted to get her to steady her breathing and thus calm her nerves. I damn well didn't want to explain anything to her! And she constantly challenged me, about everything. How long was I going to hold my nerve?

After a few minutes of listening to her chest and back, I removed my stethoscope. She immediately took her hands off. Oh no, not like that!

- Hands up! - I ordered - Next is the breasts examination.

- But, Dave, they're fine. You know how sensitive they are and I..

- I'm waiting! I raised my voice and she took the desired position again. I stood behind her and put my hands around her chest. You will ask what normal doctor is behind the patient for such an examination - well, me. I didn't really need a breast exam. I had used every convenient moment since we had known each other to "palpate" her perfect globes and I would have known if there had been an irregularity by now - there wasn't. But I still couldn't skip the review, she had to learn that it was an important element. I traced hard circles on the outside of her nipple, first on her left and then on her right breast. God, I love this! She has the most beautiful breasts! Definitely not artificially inflated, by no means. They are relatively small, maybe a B cup, but tight and soft at the same time. Her nipples were now very erect and would soon be between my fingers. I couldn't see her face but I could bet she was frowning - indeed her breasts were very sensitive and often even painful if she wasn't in the right frame of mind (which she wasn't now). I was sure she was more than uncomfortable, so I avoided eye contact – so I wouldn't waver from her pain. One quick pinch of her hard nipples and I decided I was done for now. When I stood in front of her again and saw her teary eyes, I felt bad, I admit. But now was not the time to back down. Instead, I lifted her chin up to look at me and said seriously,

- Come on, we don't need to cry now. What the heck, it's not the first time we've done this!

She avoided my gaze and said nothing. Has she finally got her judgement? I hope!

- I have to pee. - she said very quietly. Was she ashamed?

- In a little while, dear. I want to see your belly first. Lie back comfortably and relax. I'll try to push lightly and you tell me when it hurts.

That last one just sounded easy! Her belly was like a minefield – wherever I touched, even without a lot of pressure, she would instantly contract and gasp for air, accompanied by a whimper. Pretty soon she was teary eyed again and I forced myself to stop.

- Honey, don't do that. Relax! Look at me - I stopped, now I'm not even touching you. Don't cry honey, relax. Look, I really need to examine you to localize your pain and check your internal organs. However, nothing gets done when you tighten up like that, and it only hurts you unnecessarily. I want you relaxed, don't tighten your muscles! You are my brave girl, you know! Just relax and I'll be done very quickly.

- Yes, it's very easy for you to say that! How can I relax when you jerk me like that and it hurts.

I was breathing hard and couldn't find the words. How can I explain to her, how can she understand me? I resumed the palpation, frequently encouraging her and trying to calm her down.

- There we go! This is my girl. You're doing great! One more second, honey. Hold on a little longer. Well done!

Val kept squirming and trying to get in the way of my hands, and when I pressed on her right ovary, she literally deafened my ears with her scream. Hmmm, I think I found something here. I gave her a second to catch her breath and continued to feel the area, with each touch she was begging me to stop. I was betting it was a cyst, but I had to confirm with the transvaginal ultrasound as well. I noticed with displeasure that her bowels were not in perfect condition either.

- Val, how long has it been since you had a bowel movement?

- What kind of question? Couldn't you think of something more embarrassing? Do you enjoy humiliating me? - my most difficult patient hissed rudely to me, and it became increasingly difficult for me to behave professionally.

- I asked you a simple question. Much more polite than you! Measure your words, Valeria, and I'm waiting for an answer!

- No, you're just crazy! How do I know – a few days ago – 5-6 maybe. You happy now? Is it time for the next embarrassing question or are you happy with this one too?

- Not really, I'm not happy at all. This is a problem and a serious one. Have you taken any laxatives, any solutions at all?

- Oh, so we continue with the topic of my going to the toilet. Just great! No, I haven't taken anything for something so common, doctor.

- Val, look, I'm tired, and you make everything almost unbearably difficult for me. You're turning a simple exam into a nightmare, and we're only just getting started. I don't want to fight, but if you don't stop being a bitch and start helping me, it's going to be hard for you too, trust me. Now go pee and I want a urine sample.

As I waited for her to return, I thought about how to control her. I knew this was not her usual behavior. I knew she was only acting this way because she was afraid of reliving an old trauma of hers from a bad experience with doctors, but I was already on edge. Her behavior was more than unacceptable, and we hadn't even gotten to the vaginal and rectal exams yet. I had no idea what was waiting for me there! Her vagina is extremely tight and it takes me a lot of time and caressing to get her aroused enough to not hurt during sex and now she is so nervous and uncooperative... Her ass from another point of view is a "no entry zone ” and she is very protective of him. I had promised her that I would give her time and peace to get used to the idea that I had him and that I would slowly prepare her before something get in there, and now it turns out I'm going to break my promise. She will freak out! But I have no choice...not with my suspected cystic ovary and the brutal constipation she's brought on.

- Well, now what, dear doctor? – her words, again cheeky and sarcastic, startled me and pulled me out of my thoughts without reaching a decision. I'll have to improvise at the moment.

- Now I want to measure your temperature. Walk to the end of the exam table and lean over it with your legs spread wide. I'm coming now.

Why was I surprised when she not only did not obey my order, but also began to scream

- What? Are you okay??! I was being ironic about the shaming earlier, but you really benefit! You don't think you're really going to take the temperature in my ass! You can't be that stupid! You won't succeed.

- Valeria, be very careful what you say! I expect an apology for your words and I also want to see you over the examination table. Now! Unless you want your ass to turn red.

- Pervert! Forget it! I am not a small child and your plan will definitely not be carried out! No matter how much you threaten me, it won't happen.

- You're not a little kid, are you? – for the umpteenth time tonight, I raised my voice as I grabbed her, sat in a nearby chair, spun her around and placed her in my lap with her cheeky butt up. While she wasnt still aware of the situation, I grabbed her hands and held them behind her back. With my other hand, I slapped each of her buttcheeks hard. She started to resist but luckily I was much stronger than her and continued the spanking undisturbed. The slaps came in rapid succession, each stronger than the last.

- You're not a little kid, are you? Then why are you acting like a spoiled little girl all evening? You look just like that! Naughty little girls get a very good spanking, don't they, little one? – I was already speaking normally, but there was still rage in my punches. Valeria still tried to break free and screamed and whimpered with each blow. Soon her ass turned a fiery red color and my finger prints were clearly visible. I had never spanked her this hard, but she deserved it today. My arm started to hurt, and between her cries, sobs and tears, she begged me to stop.

- Well, is that enough for you? Shall I go on or are you ready to apologize and say you're going to be a good girl and listen to the doctor?

- Come on, Dave, please stop...

- Okay, I`m lissten you! - I slapped her once more

- Please, it's humiliating, don't ask me. – she begged me as she tried to stand up.

- Well, well, as you wish. Let me know when you're ready to say it. I forced myself to speak in my calmest voice and resumed the rain of slaps on her ass.

- Okay, stop! Enough, no more, stop!

- Yes? - I asked innocently

- I'm sorry that... I was... that I behaved badly... I will... behave well.

-"I'm sorry, doctor, for misbehaving, I'll be obedient little girl" I hit her bottom hard again to show her that I'm serious and that's exactly what I want to hear. I wanted her to feel embarrassed. I wanted her to know where she belonged. With a little delay, and with pauses and choked by her crying, she still managed to repeat the words I asked for. Once again, deciding that the punishment was over, she tried to get up, but I held her back. I reached for the mercury thermometer and in a deceptively polite tone explained:

- Don't rush yet, dear. I need to take your temperature. Now I'm going to let go of your hands and I want you to reach over and part your buttcheeks so I can insert the thermometer. I could do it myself, but now it will be a little more difficult. You don't get lube for your transgressions, and I know your ass is very tight. It is in your best interest to relax as much as possible to avoid pain as much as possible.

I waited for her to do my bidding and ignoring her crying again, I slowly and steadily began to insert the tip of the thermometer. I've never seen her squirm like that! I had to slap her on the thighs to get her to stop. The lack of lube wasn't a big deal, so I only inserted the thermometer just past the tip - just enough for her to feel it. Her fear, worry and humiliation played a bigger role here. I didn't need to cause her real pain, her imagination was doing great. Still, I waited a full 5 minutes, periodically turning the thermometer so that she would not be too relaxed and dont get used to the feeling of the intruder. I read the reading (37.9 degrees) and told her to go to the gynecological chair with her feet in the stirrups.