This time, however, the doctor was confident. He knew what he was going to do to the girl.

Coming directly from the hospital, he had all the gynecological instruments necessary to perform a complete and thorough examination, without having to improvise as he had done the previous time.

He observed her cautiously, maintaining his usual professional composure, but inside he couldn't hide a subtle curiosity: after the first experience, he wondered if some of Sofia's involuntary reactions would recur, if the visit would again provoke unexpected reactions. It was a personal matter; he still felt a sense of unfinished business after that time. The image of that girl so close to orgasm lying on the bed kept coming back to him.

Sofia, sitting in the chair, felt her heart racing. She swallowed, shrugged her shoulders, then slowly got up, taking her first uncertain steps toward the bed.

The doctor stood up with her, calmly, to prepare the bed. Sofia watched him closely when she noticed something unexpected. From the bottom of the bed, the doctor pulled out some metal supports; they were for the legs. Only then did she realize, with a shiver running down her spine, that what had seemed like a normal examination bed until then was going to become a real gynecological chair.

With a few quick movements, the man positioned the stirrups and leg supports and, after rearranging the protective paper, tilted the backrest slightly, effectively creating a gynecological examination table.

The girl's mind went back to that first gyno exam she had had as a minor: back then, everything had been quick, discreet, almost impersonal. Today, everything was different.

The doctor turned to her with a calm, almost habitual expression, as if none of this were extraordinary.

"Okay, Sofia, now I'm going to ask you to undress from the waist down so we can begin the examination."

Sofia stared at him in disbelief, her lips slightly parted. She had expected him, as usual, to give her a moment of privacy by stepping out of the examination room. But the doctor didn’t move toward the door. He stayed there, beside the table, hands clasped behind his back, waiting.

She felt paralyzed, the idea of having to undress in front of him, right there, hitting her like a punch in the stomach. She swallowed nervously.

"Here... in front of you?" she whispered, unable to hide her confusion.

The doctor, inside himself, let slip an almost smug thought. He had already seen her naked a few days earlier, during the enema, and now this new hesitation, this palpable embarrassment, intrigued him. There was a hint of subtle sadism hidden behind his professional facade: he wanted to watch the girl as she fought her shyness, step by step, to undress in front of him.

“Don’t worry, Sofia,” he said in a neutral tone. “It’s part of the examination. You can stay here—I'm a doctor. It’s completely normal.”

Those simple words closed off every possible escape. Sofia lowered her gaze, her cheeks burning, and realized she had no choice but to comply. He kept watching her.

He noticed every detail—the way she clenched her hands, how colour rose to her cheeks, the slight hesitation in her movements. Everything spoke of vulnerability and hidden desire. There was no judgment in his eyes, only attention and control, because he knew how important it was to guide her calmly, without haste.

The girl was still motionless, and he was beginning to feel a slight impatience: not out of a lack of tact, but because the examination required him to proceed in order to properly assess her symptoms. He didn't want the girl to change her mind and leave.

"Sofia..." he finally said, in a firm but still calm tone, trying to encourage her. "You have to undress now so we can proceed. There's nothing to be ashamed of, I'll guide you step by step."

For a moment, she thought she could find an excuse, turn around, and run away, but she knew it would be pointless. Slowly, she began to pull off her shorts, feeling the light fabric slide over her skin. Then she bent down slightly to take off her slippers, feeling the cold tiles on her bare feet.

When she finally got rid of her shorts, she was left wearing only her swimsuit bottoms. A wave of embarrassment washed over her: her body exposed in front of him, albeit still partially covered, made her feel more vulnerable than ever.

With trembling hands, she bent down to remove her swimsuit bottoms, aware that she was exposed in front of the doctor. She grabbed the elastic and pulled them down, letting them fall to the floor. She was naked in front of him again.

The light in the office illuminated her skin, slightly tanned from the summer, her petite figure, and her freshly shaved private parts. The doctor looked at her, noticing the beauty of her body. He would examine her in a few moments and, honestly, he couldn't wait longer.

Sofia took a deep breath and took an awkward step toward the examination table, placing one foot, then the other, on it. The paper on the table crinkled against the bare skin of her buttocks, making her blush. She sat down slowly, her back against the raised backrest, but her legs dangling off the bed. She didn't have the courage to open them.

The doctor stepped closer to the examination table, calm and measured in both voice and manner, ready to guide her. “Now I’ll help you position yourself on the leg supports so we can begin the examination,” he said.

Sofia felt a shiver run down her spine. With gentle care, the man helped her lift one leg, then the other, slowly settling them onto the supports, exposing what was most private.

Sofia felt the cool air on her genitals and the man's gaze on her.

With one last breath, she settled herself completely, her back against the backrest, her legs positioned correctly on the supports. She was ready, at least physically, even though her mind wavered between fear, embarrassment, and curiosity, while the doctor next to her, who had meanwhile put on sterile gloves, was ready to proceed with the examination.