I was sobbing, and my eyes were wet. When I sat up again, I felt some lube running down from my asshole to the inside of my thigh. It just felt so gross—not only my anus, but the entire insides of my butt cheeks were slimy, and now some of the excess lube was even running down my leg. So now I was supposed to get on all fours on the exam table and let them insert the first exam instrument into my tight anus. I shuffled slowly the few steps from the gynecological chair to the exam table, which was also covered with a typical paper sheet—green leather underneath. “Come on, Marie, every girl has to go through this. Now kneel nicely on the table and stick your butt out for me. Support yourself on your elbows and spread your legs wide, so I can get a good reach to your anus,” I heard him say as I lifted my right knee as if in a trance and placed it on the table, supported myself with both hands, and lowered my left knee onto the table.

I couldn’t decide for myself which position was more embarrassing and humiliating—lying naked with my legs spread on the gynecological chair, or lying naked on all fours with my butt in the air on the examination table. I slowly leaned my upper body forward, propped myself up on my elbows, and shifted my body weight forward. I stared at the wall; I wouldn’t see what the gynecologist was doing or what instruments he was using. That scared me. Or was it perhaps meant to be that way—that I shouldn’t see him preparing that damn “butt spreader” for my tight asshole? I spread my legs as far as they would go until my knees were at the very edge of the exam table. Once again, I noticed how my butt cheeks spread on their own, revealing my pink asshole. Suddenly, I saw a light on the wall and realized that the doctor must have pointed a lamp at my butt. Reflexively, I turned my head and looked into the bright light of an LED lamp, which was aimed at my exposed private area. My asshole was practically under a floodlight. In this position, there’s nothing you can hide. At that moment, I saw the gynecologist place a tray on the exam table between my legs.

I saw it on the tray for the first time: the metal anal speculum. The doctor picked up the instrument and generously coated it with lubricant again. The metal glistened in the harsh spotlight. So this thing was about to be shoved up my ass. I got goosebumps all over my body, which surely didn’t escape the doctor’s notice. He probably saw that, out of reflex, I was already desperately clenching my anus again. He briefly tapped my anus, which was well lubricated with gel: “Marie, you really need to help out a little so it doesn’t hurt your bottom. When you feel the anal speculum in a moment, you’ll need to push back against it—you really have to actively let the exam instrument into your rectum. It’s not very thick or long. I’m just using it to look at your rectum; this is done on all the girls here while they’re on all fours. I’m going to take another look at what I felt earlier, so unfortunately we’ll have to spread your butt hole a little. “Please push now, just like on the toilet.” I couldn’t do anything. Desperately, I looked down between my legs, past my sagging breasts, and saw the gynecologist approaching my ass with the anal speculum.

“Don’t be scared, this is going to be a little cold,” and it did get cold around my asshole, making me flinch. The cold metal showed no mercy and, well-lubricated, forced its way through my anus. It didn’t hurt, but it was still terribly uncomfortable. Here I am, naked and on all fours, with an anal spreader being shoved into my little asshole. I clenched my fists; every fiber of my body was resisting the anal intruder—the metal kept drilling deeper and deeper into my asshole. I tried hard not to tense up my asshole, but I’d still become a little restless again. The doctor took his other hand and placed it on my back to make sure I stayed in the right position with my butt. A few seconds later, I felt the two handles of the anal speculum rest between my buttocks: “There, the butt spreader is already all the way inside your rectum. To be able to see anything, I have to spread the anal speculum open a little now; your anus is about to stretch. This might be a little uncomfortable, but there’s no way around it, Marie.” I felt the cold metal opening up inside me, demanding more space in my rectum. Like a blossoming bud, the three blades of the speculum spread apart. Cool air streamed into my ass, and I imagined the first rays of the LED light reaching the inside of my butt.

A rectal exam is simply many times more embarrassing than a vaginal exam. Somehow it feels even more intimate and vulnerable. My anus kept getting stretched wider and wider—“Ahhh…pffff, ouch!” I let out a cry. But the gynecologist showed no mercy and continued stretching it without letting up: “We still need to open up your butt a little more so I can get a good look inside. You’re a brave girl—now just grit your teeth one more time and relax your butt hole. I’m going to shine a light into your rectum right now and check if everything looks healthy.” My entire genital area was under extreme tension, especially my entire anal region, and now my butt hole was even exposing my rectum to view. I wonder what this must look like to the gynecologist right now? A pretty girl, completely naked, kneeling in doggy style with her legs spread on an exam table, sticking her butt way out as if she were offering herself to a guy for anal sex, and having her asshole stretched open—seemingly endlessly—with a metal exam instrument? The whole situation is enough to make you cry, and my eyes welled up again as I realized once more just how hopeless my situation was. My first rectal exam was no walk in the park, and I certainly won’t forget the feeling of cold metal stretching my butt hole anytime soon.

“Your rectum looks very healthy, Marie. The magic word for a rectal exam on girls is ‘pink.’ When I shine the light inside and everything in your rectum is a nice pink color, and I don’t see any abnormalities or hemorrhoids on the intestinal walls, everything is fine. I’m going to rotate the anal speculum slightly again so I can see the areas covered by the speculum blades,” said the gynecologist as he rotated the speculum inside my anus. I groaned a little again, digging my fingers into the paper pad on the exam table. My toes twitched again from sheer overwhelm, and my upper body grew restless, causing my sagging breasts to jiggle slightly once more. I stared down with a pain-contorted face and tried to pull myself together again. The twisting of the metal in my anus was too much for me; it seemed I’d already reached the maximum stretch for my irritated sphincter again. “I’m going to open your butt another half centimeter, Marie—you can do it, just stay completely relaxed,” the gynecologist announced. And once again, he squeezed the two handles of the anal spreader together and continued to pry open my tight asshole with the unyielding metal—the renewed stretching hurt, and my entire butt seemed to be throbbing. I screamed out loud and pulled my butt back a little. A tear rolled down my cheek: “Please stop, this hurts, please don’t spread my butt any further!”

But the gynecologist showed no mercy and examined my rectum for a whole agonizing minute while my anus was spread as wide as possible, turning and rotating the anal speculum and remaining completely unmoved by my whimpering and moaning. He carried out the anal exam relentlessly, and I had to go along with it—whether I wanted to or not. Then, finally, I felt the prongs of the anal examination instrument slowly close, and the stretching in my anus ease. The doctor slowly pulled the metallic monster out of my butt and placed it on the tray. My anus was throbbing and had lost some of its original tightness due to the examination—my entire anal area, inside and out, was wet and slimy from the lubricant. Relieved, I straightened my upper body so that my butt cheeks would finally close again. But the gynecologist put a stop to that right away: “Marie, please stay in this position on all fours; we’re not done with the rectal exam yet.”

That was the anal speculum; I used it to examine your rectum by gently spreading your anus. However, I need to look a little deeper into your bottom. For that, I’ll use a proctoscope, which is also made of metal. It’s longer than the relatively short anal speculum, but it doesn’t spread the anus—it’s designed to look deep into your intestine. For many gynecologists, such a thorough rectal exam isn’t standard practice, but we place great importance on it. I know that many girls are always afraid of this exam, but it’s not as bad as you might think. Many patients ask to skip the exam with the “butt tube,” but in your case, I’m really insisting on it today because this is your very first rectal exam, and we therefore need to be especially thorough. The position stays exactly the same—please rest on your elbows again, lower yourself all the way down, and push your bottom out toward me. Your anus has already been spread quite wide, so the rectal tube will slide right in—that’s why we do the exams in exactly this order.”