Every shift of my body caused the paper to crinkle beneath me. I stilled myself, not wanting to tear it. I don’t know why I didn’t want to tear it but it probably had to do with how perfectly sterile everything in the room seemed; the walls were a pristine white, and the smell of alchohol that wafted up my nostrils in the lobby was only stronger back here. A few green cabinets lined the walls, containing god knows what. In the center, I sat bare, bottomless, on top of an exam table, covered by a thin paper sheet, which gave another pop as I uncrossed my legs.

My heart was entirely in my throat, just feeling my lips bare against the paper, soon to be bared for a complete stranger. My breathing stiffened as the door opened, and in came the doctor.

She introduced herself, quickly and shook my hand. This will be my only pants-less handshake, I thought to myself.

After some confirmation, general pleasantries, she said the words I have been dreading since scheduling the appointment a week ago, “Let’s go ahead and start the pelvic exam, I’ll have you scoot down and place both feet in the stirrups.”

I forced my arms to support me as I moved my ass forwards to the edge of the table, then opened my thighs and connected each heel to the steel stirrups. I resisted the urge to close my legs as the doctor placed herself between my legs. The air was cool against my vulva, which was becoming more sensitive by the moment. The paper drape covered the view, so I started at the ceiling.

“You’ll feel me touch, first.”

Gently, my outer labia was spread. I felt the wetness at my opening, fully exposed. The doctor made no comment, but I felt the heat begin to rise in my face.

“Alright, looking good, let’s get that Pap smear now.”

My lips parted, further, as I gripped the sides of the table. The speculum begin making entry, causing a deep pressure in my vaginal walls. I felt it creep slowly up inside me, one straight push, and then the stretching began.

Once placed, I focused on my breathing, knowing I was a gaping hole for a complete stranger. My clit made itself known, a gentle tingly sensation that began to burn engulfed every inch.

“I’m coming in with the swab.”

“Ah!” I gasped, as I felt the tiniest pinch bite deep inside. Just as soon as it has startled me, I felt myself close around the exiting speculum.

“I’m going to place two fingers into the vagina.”

Her gloved fingers shoved into me, as she palpated my stomach. I couldn’t help it- I clenched around her fingers. She pulled out, and at that moment I knew I was throbbing.

I heard the snapping of gloves; my thoughts raced, wondering if it was really over. Again, I heard the snapping of gloves, and realized it was not. She had changed her gloves to invade my back passage.

“Everything feels good with your cervix; I want to go ahead and do a quick rectal exam. I’m going to insert one finger into the rectum, you’ll feel me touch first.”

Not there was any possible way my rectum could become more exposed, but still I felt her gloved hand perch itself just below my vulva opening, and a cold intrusion at my anal opening. I tensed and involuntarily scooted backwards as the finger pushed past the ring of muscle, completely inside me.

“Deep breath in, almost done.” Her finger twisted inside me; my ass felt almost completely full. I wondered how I looked, spread on this table with a gloved finger in my butt.

“Are you experiencing any pain?”

“Uh, a little bit. Just irritated.” I managed to choke out.

“You can sit up now.” She said, pulling out of me and removing her gloves.

I took full advantage of this, covering myself once more. There was, undoubtedly, a puddle between my legs. I smoothed the paper sheet over my thighs. Uncomfortably, the remnants of lube squished between my cheeks.

“You can get dressed, but your scheduled injection will be in your bottom, just so you know. Everything looks good, except for I am concerned about the irritation on your rectal area, are you currently treating this at home?”

“No, it’s just tender back there from sex and stuff.” I said, hoping to firmly steer the conversation away from my back passage. In my head, it came out stronger.

“I’m going to take this back to the lab, and get your injection prepped. I’m also going to prescribe a suppository to help with the irritation. Have you ever had one before?”

I gulped as my mind flooded with memories of constipation in my youth. My adrenaline returned to its previous state.

“Uh, no.” I said, lying meagerly, not wanting to discuss the ins and outs of rectal insertion.

“It’s a little pil that is inserted into your rectum, it’s shaped like a little bullet, it doesn’t hurt and it takes less than ten seconds.” She said, cheerfully, placing my smear into a vial.

Before I could say anything, she followed with, “I’m going to run and get that prepped, and then the nurse should be in,” and disappeared.

I was left alone, again, in the same position, as before she even came in; heart thudding, sweaty, and unusually tingly between my legs.

In her absence, I tried to sort through my emotions. The necessity of being poked and prodded in my most vulnerable places made my clit swell, and the ritual of baring of myself for a complete stranger was enticing. Even though I deeply feared the needle to come, I couldn’t help but be excited about being asked to pull down my pants; the humiliation of it all!

Oh, god, and the suppository. I hadn’t had one since I was little. My hands shook as I jumped off the table, dressing myself in the privacy of the sterile room. Using a few tissues, I wiped myself clean of lube. I left my pants loosely buckled, and then returned to my sitting position atop the table. My thoughts were interrupted my a soft knock, and then a a different woman entered the room, carrying a small metal tray.

“Alright, could you go ahead and pull your pants down to about mid thigh? You can stand for the injection, but I’ll have to have you lay down for the suppository.”

My knees turned to jelly and my heart rate tripled, anticipating the cold sting that was to come. I lowered my jeans and underwear, and clumsily climbed onto the table. I thought it might be better just to lay down. The paper finally ripped, as I laid my folded my arms in front of me.

I tensed at the cold swabbing, and then it happened; a sharp sting at the upper corner of my left buttcheek. I whimpered; I couldn’t help it. Time slowed as the cold solution was pushed into me, causing a deep ache throughout my butt. The feeling subsided a bit once the needle was removed, and I felt my body relax.

“You did great, that’s done! Stay put, I’m going to insert the suppository after I grab you a bandaid.”

The site of the injection was taped, and I braced myself as she continued to speak.

“Since we did the shot on your left side, I’m going to use your right side to separate the buttocks.”

I felt her hand on my cheek, prying it apart. The cold tip touched my rim, and my hole gently widened to accept the suppository. The insertion lasted less than ten seconds; I felt the slimy bullet work its way inside me.

“All done, you can go ahead and get dressed. Once you’re done, you can check out with the receptionist.”

I couldn’t get back to my apartment fast enough; my orgasm had started building from the moment I first climbed on that damned exam table. Rubbing my clit, I imagined that nurse’s finger probing deeper into my ass, coaxing me to just relax.. a little deeper..