Please remove the gown... The words echo in your mind. Did he really just say that? Maybe you just thought he said it. But your doctor turns around and crosses his arms over his chest, expecting you to comply. Ok so he did just say it, but was he really going to watch you do it? You chew your bottom lip and dare to look him in the eye...mistake number one. He moves, his arms going to his sides makes you jump, and you reach behind your neck to undo the gown. He smirks at you and you drop your hands. You are making this far too easy for him. Eyeing the instruments nearby on the counter you wonder, and part of you hopes, that, if you didn't take it off and just laid down on the table in defiance, if he would cut off the gown with a scalpel.

"Your gown." He motions with one hand towards you.

Your body shivers, not that you are cold, but that right now he held all the power in the room, and even though you were delaying obeying his orders, they sent your body flying with a mix of emotions and responses. Including the oh so unable to forget wetness that continued to dampen between your legs.

He sighs re-crossing his arms and you realise you don't want to find out what he would do if you didn't remove the gown, at least not the first time, maybe next time you found yourself at his office. Maybe then you will be a bit more brave, but for now you'll keep your testing of the waters to a minimum. Swallowing you look at him as you slowly pull the gown off your shoulders and let it fall into your lap. Putting one foot down on the little stool, then the other you let the gown fall unhindered to the floor. Resisting the urge to cover your breasts with your hands and crossing your legs. Your doctor nods and motions to the table. You sit back down on the paper and instantly feel embarrassed that you were likely leaving a wet spot where you were sitting. Maybe he wouldn't notice...certainly he wouldn't need to look in that area again... right?

He directs you to kneel on the table and your eyes go wide. Was he serious? Surely he was kidding...right? No you wouldn't be that lucky. He just stands there watching you. Slowly you bring your legs up onto the table and under you, as you roll over and kneel on your hands and knees you look over your shoulder at him by the counter. He smirks and waves a hand for you to turn your head away. Giving a soft groan you turn and face the opposite direction. Your heart is racing wondering what he has planned. You still can't believe you are completely naked in front of him. Submitting to his every examination. Yet no part of you is having you get up off the exam table and walk away. Maybe part of you thinks you should, but that dampness between your legs seems to be winning out.

You feel a hand between your shoulder blades pressing down, forcing your head and upper body down between your elbows. You hate the feeling, not because now you are in essence really bowing to his commands, but because your back side is now high in the air, exposed for viewing. Oh Gawd was this really happening? Surely you are just making up what was going to happen next, it wasn't really going to happen. Not if you could help it anyway. Yes your legs were firmly closed and that was the way they were going to stay...

You feel fingers slip between your thighs and press outwards, your body responds and your legs part, opening up everything. You groan and give in. Repositioning yourself your legs are wider open, your ass up in the air, exposed to his every view. How embarrassing. But not so much as the snap of a glove coming from behind you. For the love of all things good and evil in the world weren't guys the only ones that were supposed to be nervous of that sound, the preverbal turn and cough comments? Why did it send shivers down your spine? And why oh why did it just have to add to the wetness?! You close your eyes, praying that he wouldn't see...well wouldn't see everything, yet knowing that he could and he did.

A latex hand is placed on your right butt cheek and you wince, not that it hurts but because you really don't want to imagine what is to come next. The other hand comes up and you feel them slowly parting your cheeks. You bite your tongue trying hard not to make any noise, but as the hands go lower you can't help the small whimper. The hands go still, and you hold your breath. Your mind is at odds with itself, telling you to bolt off the table and run for the hills, while also saying no relax, it's just your doctor. As your mind fights with what to do you almost miss the feeling of something gel like and cold being placed just above your anus. Now you really have to hold yourself back from squirming.

Run...run...but you don't, you stay still, craving the touch, the exam, as much as you feel embarrassed and don't want it to happen, you want it to happen like nothing else. Then it does. You feel the tip of the finger slowly pressing against your anus. You really shut your eyes tight, this wasn't happening. But it was. The finger moves in further, and you can't help but wonder if he was going slow on purpose, drawing it out just to make you squirm, and squirm you were. Your hips were slightly moving of their own accord, your body's only reaction to trying to get away, almost daring to lean forward. But almost as soon as your body starts to lean forward, you feel a hand slip between your legs and hook around your pubic mound, the fingers curling slightly and pulling back, not hard but hard enough for you to force your hips back. But that compliance only causes his finger to slip further into you. You whimper and swear you hear him covering up a laugh. But before you can even try to call him on it, you feel his finger moving around inside of you. It only hurts slightly, but what gets you more is the strangeness of it all. The exploration of his finger moving around, touching the sides, top, bottom, the motion at times almost making you wish he had his hands inside your vagina testing your G-spot reaction. But no, he was where no man should be, one of the areas you never wanted any one to look, but of course he was. And to make matters worse, that entrance into your body wasn't the only one he currently had a view of.

His finger slides out and you take a breath thinking that now everything was said and done. You hear movement behind you as your doctor stands and gets another instrument from the counter top. Your forehead hits the exam table. What could it possibly be, what else could he have up the sleeve of his hot scrubs? But in a cruel twist of fate, letting you know that indeed he was toying with you, and perhaps it was because you took longer in taking off your gown, he moves to your side. You take your forehead off the table and see that in front of your eyes is a rectal thermometer. He HAS to be joking! You push up on your forearms, but feel the hand instantly go to your shoulder blades, guiding you back into position. Nope he wasn't kidding. You groan and hear him almost laugh under his breath as he returns to your backside. You feel the gel again against your skin and you almost want to beg him not to, but you don't, you bite your tongue. It enters slowly at first, pushing slowly inside of you, invading your inner core like his finger had not so long before. He twirls it around a couple times before letting it rest in place. He stands up and moves to the counter. Leaving you with your head down, your bottom high up in the air, vulnerable and sticking up in embarrassment with a thermometer just poking out of it.