University of Michigan, Dearborn Campus

Sabrina Caldwell sits on the exam table with her right hand over her stomach waiting for the doctor to arrive. Twenty minutes ago, she called down reporting she was feeling some pain in her stomach and the office told her to come on down so the doctor could check it out.

After an eternity of waiting, the door finally opens and the doctor enters. But it’s not who Sabrina was expecting. The doctor was a woman who appeared to be in her mid to late forties and had a hijab wrapped around her head. The doctor looks at Sabrina and gives her a frown.

Sabrina. “I’m sorry, but I was expecting Dr. David.”

Raiment. “Your former doctor decided to quit this morning. I am Dr. Raameen and you will address me as such in this room. Do you understand?”

Sabrina. “Yes, Dr. Raameen.”

Raameen. "And in case you’re wondering, I recently emigrated from Syria. Now tell me why you are here."

Sabrina. "I have a-,” Raameen cuts her off with a slap to the face.”

“Raameen. "You forgot to address me at the start of your statement.” Sabrina shrugs off the hit and tries to answer again.

Sabrina. "Dr. Raameen, I’ve been experiencing some pain in my stomach and I don’t know why.” Raameen reaches into her coat pocket and pulls out a thermometer.

Raameen. “Open your mouth.” Sabrina complies and the thermometer is inserted. It takes a minute to get a reading then Dr. Raameen removes it after it beeps and looks at the result.

Raameen. “Ninety-seven point four. Nothing unusual. Lay back on the table.” Sabrina positions herself accordingly. Rameen pulls her shoes off then grabs the bottom of her purple tank top and yanks it all the way up to her neck, exposing her blue bra.

Raameen. "I am going to feel your stomach and I need you to tell me the source of the pain when I find it. Understand?”

Sabrina. “Yes, Dr. Raameen.”

Dr. Raameen places her right hand on Sabrina’s stomach and taps lightly with her left. She tries to move down further but is blocked by Sabrina’s jeans.

Raameen. “These pants need to come down.”

Raameen undoes the button and zipper then parts the fly revealing a glimpse of Sabrina’s orange panties. She tries to pull them below Sabrina’s waist but the pants refuse to budge. She tries again and again, but the pants remain In place. Raameen mutters a few words in Arabic then decides on a different approach.

Raameen. “Stick your legs up.”

Sabrina. “Why?”

Raameen. "Do it.”

Not wanting to hear her angry tone again Sabrina puts her legs up then Raameen pulls her to the edge of the table, gets a good grip on Sabrina's jeans and panties, and starts getting some progress. She rocks Sabrina up and down a few times before finally getting her jeans and panties below her knees then pulls her legs back down to resume the exam. She taps the lower part of Sabrina’s stomach and she gives in an indication of pain.”

Raameen. “This is where you’re feeling it?”

Sabrina. “Yes, Dr. Raameen.”

Raaneen goes over to her desk and begins writing something down on a piece of paper.

Raameen. I am writing you a prescription so can you buy some medicine that will help you with the pain. There is one more thing I have to give you as well. Stand up and bend over the exam table. Keep your pants and underwear where they are

Sabrina. “Yes, Dr. Raameen.

Sabrina hops down from the table then turns around to bend over. Dr. Raameen walks up behind Sabrina and delivers a hard smack to her bottom which is quickly followed up by a few more.

Sabrina. “Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. Why are you spanking me, this isn’t a proper medical procedure.”

Raameen. “You were lacking in proper etiquette when I walked in and you made my job harder than necessary with your tight jeans. It should’ve only taken one tug to get them down so I could figure out the full extent of your problem. The next time you come to me for an exam, I suggest you wear something more modest than those ridiculous pants and that cleavage-showing tank top. Do you understand me?”

Sabrina. “Yes, Dr. Raameen.”

Raameen smacks Sabrina’s bottom six more times to give it a shade of red then allows her to get dressed and depart with her prescription.

Fin.

AN. Which writing style do you like the best transcript or POV?

I might write a sequel to this.