Sitting at the doctors desk in her bra and knickers, Becky felt like she was having an out of body experience, her heart suddenly drumming hard in her chest. Of course she knew this day would come and all women have to accept these most intimate examinations are just part of life. But did it have to be today? Right now? With this doctor, a man? She had thought this was going to happen on her own terms, at a place and time and with a doctor of her own choosing. Her head was spinning and her cheeks were hot.

“Just a few questions first Rebecca” Dr Graham continued, “ The date your last period started?”

Becky tried to remember the date thinking back a couple of weeks

“ August 25th I think”

“Good, would you say your periods are normal?”

“Um, yes..I guess so”

Dr Graham was tapping her answers on to his computer. “ Are you sexually active?”

This one had been asked before at almost every doctors appointment since she was about 16, the medical profession seemed obsessed with it, yet still she was unsure of the right answer...I mean, did they mean right now...or ever...did this include masturbation, solo or mutual, ..oral?

Becky realised she was hesitating and Dr Graham prompted her bluntly

“Are you a virgin Rebecca?”

“No, I'm not”

A couple more taps on his keyboard,

“How many sexual partners have you been with?”

She at least knew the answer here..

“One”

“And” continued the doctor “Have you ever had anal sex?”

Becky really wasn’t expecting to be questioned this intimately and hesitated again...but before Dr Graham felt the need to explain himself in even more graphic and gratuitous terms she answered.

“Yes”

Becky thought for a moment she saw an element of surprise on Dr Grahams face but he impassively tapped again at the keyboard before swivelling his chair toward her.

“OK, Rebecca, first I’m going to have a look at your breasts. You may feel a little discomfort during the examination. Stand in front of me here and remove your bra.”

Dr Graham began putting on a pair of latex gloves from a box on his desk.

Beckys legs felt heavy as she stood from the chair and faced the doctor, she reached behind her back for the clasp of her bra and felt it release in her fingers, slowly she lifted the cups away from her breasts, feeling an intense surge of self consciousness as she revealed them to the doctor, the sharply outlined white triangles of her bikini tan seemingly highlighting them. Dr Graham took Becky’s bra from her hand and placed it on the chair with her other clothes, then as Becky looked around at anywhere other than at him, he sat for a moment seemingly studying them.

“Good symmetry , mildly tuberous” “W..what does that mean?” Becky stuttered, suddenly even more self conscious if that were even possible “It just means your breasts are spaced slightly wider apart than normal and have a pointed or conical shape ..its fairly common and norhing to worry about....now..”..he placed his hands on Beckys hips.”Turn to the left for me..Good, and right...good”

“Do you self examine your breasts Rebecca?”

“Yes, I try to” Becky quietly stammered.

“Good , it’s very important, I want you to watch as I examine you, we’ll go to the mirror so you can learn “

Dr Graham stood up and guided Becky across the room, his hand in the small of her back until they stood in front of the mirror.

Beckys brain was racing, was this normal? This didn’t seem normal..she had seen numerous articles on women’s health, online, in magazines, and never once could she remember any mention of being examined in front of a mirror.

“Now, hands on your head Rebecca, look straight ahead”.

Becky obeyed

Dr Graham stood behind her, very close. His hands moved to her armpits, fingers pressing, slowly circling. They moved slowly to the sides of her breasts, pushing, pressing..Beckys eyes moved up to the ceiling.

“Keep watching Rebecca” Dr Graham snapped, “I want you to see exactly what I’m doing to you” his tone suddenly much harsher. Becky returned her eyes to the mirror, a tiny gasp escaped her lips as Dr Graham’s fingers pressed deeper into the firm flesh of the sides of her breasts. “Hands on the wall now Rebecca, lean forward slightly” Becky leant forward placing the palms of her hands either side of the mirror as the doctors large hands now slid around her and fully cupped each small breast, Beckys gaze dropped to the floor. .”Eyes on the mirror Rebecca!” Becky raised her head..the image in the mirror looked almost pornographic, humiliating, she was being violated, the girl in the mirror was having her young tits mercilessly groped by an old man and as all these thoughts spun in her head she realised....she was starting to enjoy it, her legs were trembling and she felt an ache between them. She locked eyes in the mirror with Dr Graham, his face had taken on an intense, almost sinister look. The doctor seemed to revert back to a more professional dialogue for a moment, “Any tenderness here?” his hands were firmly lifting her breasts upward and apart, his fore finger and thumb of each hand pressed into her areola, above and below each, now erect, nipple. The sensation seemed to tingle directly down Beckys body to that tiny nub of nerve endings between her legs. Her answer to the doctor was barely coherent “uh..I..I can’t...” then a barely contained yelp as her nipples were squeezed and pulled...hard. Dr Graham held them like that as he watched the struggle on Beckys face in the mirror “I know this is uncomfortable, Good girl Rebecca, you’re doing really well, it will all be over soon” Beckys legs were giving way, “Just a little more pressure now Rebecca, I know it hurts”, she staggered slightly, her arms gave way and her face was against the mirror...she could see her breath as she panted and the relentless pressure on her tits continued” Stop, p...please stop”

“Not yet Rebecca, lean back toward me.” Becky pushed herself back from the mirror almost falling backward, the firm grip on her breasts seemed the only thing preventing her buckling to the floor..the image in the mirror more and more lurid, Dr Grahams thigh was pressed into her buttocks .. fuck...it looked like he was fucking her...” Stop..please..It hurts...”

Dr Graham released her almost Immediately and walked back to his desk, leaving her against the mirror on the wall. Becky trembled, catching her breath ..what the fuck had just happened..she realised she had just been on the brink of something...something intense..but now she needed to compose herself. She pushed herself upright and made her way back across the room to the chair with her clothes, picking them up and sitting down, clutching her sweater across her chest.

“Your breasts are normal and healthy Rebecca” remarked Dr Graham as he tapped a few more keys on the computer. “Now if you’ll just give me a moment I’ll set up the examination couch and then I’ll take a look at you there.”

As the doctor walked over to the couch Becky lowered the sweater she held across her chest and looked down at her breasts. The evidence of the mauling they had just received was clear in red finger marks and her areola were puffy and swollen, almost purple in colour, they still throbbed and burned and her nipples seemed more erect and engorged than she had ever seen. She gently touched one and winced. Covering herself again she took deep breaths..she considered just grabbing her clothes and fleeing the room. No that was a silly idea, she just needed to see this through..this was all normal, maybe it was just her over active imagination....had Dr Graham really called her a “good girl”.....no he can’t have.