"W..w..what? You're my teacher!", Marija protested, hugging the crinkly paper to her body tightly.

"Nonsense, I'm also a doctor! Now let's get started.."

Oh god, oh god, her mind raced. Why did they make me get naked?

The doctor went into a drawer and pulled out a stethoscope, some rubber gloves, and a tube of something. What was it, what was he going to do with it? Marija didn't want to move to get a better look.

The doctor snapped on the gloves loudly.

"I'm going to listen to your heart, please pull down the drape". She was covering herself with it up almost to her neck.

"But.. I'm not wearing anything under there", she said meekly.

"Ah, only pull it down a little, is all. No, more than that. Ok'

He placed the stethoscope on her chest. It was cold. She shuddered.

"Breathe for me"

She breathed and tried to relax. Her heart was pounding.

"Now, just to let you know this drape affords you only temporary modesty. The exam is going to be more thorough than this"

She gulped. She knew it was coming but she didn't like to be reminded of it.

He reached around behind her and put the stethoscope on her back.

Well thats it, she thought, when he's back there he can see my whole bare backside..

But Dr. Stephens did not look at Marija's back, he made a point of continuing to face forward while moved the stethoscope around several places as she slowly inhaled and exhaled. Prolonging the uncertainty of her certain total exposure.

She was incredibly turned on. The room began to fill with the smell of her arousal.

"Ok, lay back on the table", he commanded. "But your hands behind your head"

She did so, without saying anything.

He began to use straps that were built into the table to secure her hands behind her head.

"W..why are you doing that?!", she demanded.

"For your safety. I can't have you squirming your arms around during the next part of the exam"

He then moved down and strapped her feet in place as well. Her poor cold, pale, bare feet, red toenails gleaming under the cold clinical lights.

"Please", she pleaded, "you can't do this to me!"

"Marija, are you wearing any clothes?"

"Uh.. no, you can see that"

"Are you wearing underwear? Do you even know where your socks are right now?", as he mentioned socks he stroked her foot playfully in a way that made her jerk.

"N-n-no..", she giggled from the tickling sensation.

"That's right. You know what that means?"

"It means that bitch took my clothes?"

"It means you're here to get a thorough exam, you're the patient, I'm the doctor, and that's that", he said with a smile.

He moved back up near her shoulders. The drop cloth had miraculously continued to cover her from breasts to her thighs.

"Now, surely you didn't think this little thing was going to cover up you for very long?", he said grabbing the edge, "why you're not covered at all..", as he said this he gradually pulled it off from top to bottom, exposing first her breasts, then her belly, then finally her crotch.

"Oh..", she muttered. Her nipples were rock hard with desire.

He immediately turned his attention to the left nipple and started pinching it and squeezing it.

"Ouch!", she yelped as he pulled and stretched on it, then gave the same treatment to the right.

He opened a hitherto unnoticed closet and wheeled over a strange piece of equipment that had a red and a black wire attached, and at the end of each wire was a metal alligator clip. Marija thought it looked like a much smaller pair of jumper cables from a car. What the hell was he going to do with that?

He took the red clip and clipped it onto her left nipple. Holy shit, it pinched. She winced in pain. Then the black one on the right. She was nearly in tears.

And yet, somehow, even more turned on.

"That is going to measure the voltage in your body as you react to various stimuli. I am going to be testing you with extremes of heat and cold"

"Heat! Oh shit is it going to burn?!"

"Not hot enough to burn your skin, but it is going to feel quite hot", he said.

He pulled over another piece of equipment out of the same closet, this one had what looked like a soldering iron at the end of a long thick cord. He turned a knob, and waited. She could smell the smell of something getting hot. She waited silently, the clips still squeezing her poor little nipples.

He said, "Because I need a part of your body that is both thick-skinned but also very sensitive, I'm going to skip poking all over you with this and just go straight to the feet"

Marija thought she was going to die of dread.

"No, please, anything but my feet.."

The doctor didn't pay her any attention as he was busy using what looked like a length of paracord to tie the big toes of her feet together, to impede her movements as much as possible.

The metal probe touched the surface of her left sole and.... sszzzszzzsz... a tiny, tiny white hot sensation, then nothing as he pulled it away instantly.

"Yow! Oh! Ahhh god"

He rubbed the spot where the burning feeling had been, "see, no damage to your skin, you're fine"

He continued poking at other spots. Each time she exclaimed somethingl

"No!"

"Oooooo.."

"No more no more"

"Ow ow ow"

"Have your feet always been this sensitive", he asked?

"Y.. yes... oh! Ow!"

She remembered when she was a little girl, her older brother had always made a game of tickling and playing with her feet. She even would sometimes dare him to, whenever she was barefoot, saying "you want to tickle my tootsies don't you?"

The spikes of pain continued, and so did the ejaculations of protest.

"Nuh no nuh no"

"Oh god my feet, my footsies, my t-t-t-toots-"

He began working down the toes of her foot from largest to smallest.

"Not my toes not my toes, oh god my tootsie-tootsie toes!"

He stopped and went to look at some readings. "Interesting.."

"Are you done with that?", she gasped.

"Well we're done with THAT foot, we still need to do the other one.

The second foot was much the same.

"Not the other foot! Not the other foot!", she begged.

"No! Ouch! Ow! Ooo"

She protested to the very last toe, "not the little pinky! not the little pinky!"

Finally, it was over.

"Now what?", she said, knowing that something had to be next.

"Now, the cold sensations", he said. He picked up a phone one the wall and said, "Hi Pam, can you bring a cup of ice cubes to room 4?"