“Here we are,” I said to Holly Mesher as we pulled into the parking lot of the office of my personal physician, Dr. Naaji’a. A fellow Muslim woman and Lebanese like me. After shutting off the engine, I turned to Holly Mesher who was seated next to me. Today was her eighteenth birthday and for the fourth day of Uniform Week, Holly was dressed in all pink. Pink blouse, pink skirt, pink shoes, pink socks, and pink bra and panties.

“Do you remember how you are to behave once we enter this place?”

“Yes, Ms. Saba.”

“Repeat my instructions.”

“I am to refrain from speaking unless I am spoken to directly. Once I go to the back with Dr. Naaji’a, I am to be submissive to her as I am to you.”

“Good. Let’s go,” I replied then we unbuckled our seatbelts and exited the minivan. After setting the alarm, we entered the building and found Dr. Naaji’a standing in the middle of the lobby. The reception desk behind her was surprisingly empty.

“Assalmu Alaikum,” I said in greeting. Peace be upon you.

“Wa-Alaikum-Salaam,” And unto you peace she replied.”

“Where is the rest of your staff?”

“They have all gone home from the day. With your temporary charge here being my last patient for the day. I didn’t see any reason to keep them over. This is the first time I’ve had a patient who isn’t from the local Arab community.”

“Yes. I’ve already instructed Holly on how to behave during the exam and I trust she won't cause you any trouble.”

“Not at all and thanks to your permission, I am more than capable of putting her back in her place if she does.” Holly stood quietly as we neared the end of our discussion.

“I hereby grant you temporary ownership of Holly Mesher.”

“Very well,” Naaji’a replied with a fiendish smile that I hated to admit rivaled my own then walked up to Holly, grabbed her by the waist then lifted her up and down a couple of times before tossing her over her shoulder and carrying her to the back.

Naaji’a’s POV

As I walked towards the final exam room at the end of the hallway, I flipped up Holly’s skirt and copped a good feel on her panty-covered ass. Even with them in the way, I could tell the bottom of this young woman was a very firm one. Saba said I could have my way with Holly If I so desired and I was going to. Just not to the same extent she does.

Even though I considered Saba a friend and fellow sister of the faith. I think her desire to sexually dominate younger women is well outside the parameters of acceptable behavior for a Muslim woman. Or any other woman for that matter.

Since I already opened the door ahead of time, I simply walked in and placed Holly on the floor then sat on my stool and rolled towards her. The exam began with a quick check of her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. For the throat check, I pressed two fingers on both sides of her throat and told her to cough for me. After four quick coughs, I concluded all was well for this part of the exam then I rolled over to the wastebasket to discard my plastic gloves and then rolled back over to Holly for phase two of this physical.

“After I strip off your uniform, you are going to remove your shoes and step onto the scale. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Dr. Naaji’a.”

Without further ado, I unsnapped the button at the front of Holly’s skirt. With no zipper to hold it up, it simply came apart and fell to the floor revealing a little glimpse of Holly’s pink panties. Holly stood silently as I made short work of the buttons on her blouse and I pushed it down to the floor where it joined her skirt. Before telling her to get on the scale. I reached around to unsnap her bra and then yanked it away before dropping it to the floor. She didn’t even bother covering her breasts. Not that I would’ve allowed her to and Saba must’ve told her that as well. She really does have this young white woman wrapped around her finger.

Not waiting to be told twice. Holly marched over to the scale. I noticed the words Property of Ms. Saba were inscribed on the back of her panties. After getting on the scale she turned around to face me then I rolled over to see the results. With her height coming in at five foot ten and weight in a healthy range, I told her to step down and turn her back to me.

Once she was in position, I stood up and reached around to grab Holly’s breasts. She let out a deep breath as I proceeded to feel them up. This young woman has the most impressive pair I have ever had the privilege of putting my hands on.

After feeling them up for several more seconds, I told Holly to bend over and readied my stethoscope.

“Take deep breaths until I say otherwise.”

Holly did as she was told as I ran my stethoscope from the upper part of her back to the waistband of her panties. Her breathing sounded perfectly normal from this position but now it was time to check from the front.

“Face me and put your hands behind your head,” I ordered.

Holly complied swiftly and I put the stethoscope on the space between her breasts and told her to breathe for me once more. I listened intently to her inhales and exhales for a full minute before concluding my assessment.

“Ok, it sounds like your lungs are functioning as they should. Now I need you to position yourself on the exam table. Facedown, ass up.”

As Holly assumed the position, I grabbed a squirt bottle of lubricant and a thermometer from my drawer and went over to the exam table. I had to admit Holly was looking very breedable in her position. I have a son who is a year older than her and if he were here, He would pin Holly beneath him tear her panties off and plant his seed in her vagina. Maybe even more than one.

But enough with fantasizing about my Mighty Mustafa creating grandchildren for me through the body of this young woman. With my free hand, I pull her panties down then aim the squirt bottle at her precious asshole and unleashed a quick burst of lubricant then used my finger to spread it around. Holly just sighed as my finger went to work. Was she sighing in submission or pleasure? I don’t know and don’t care.

“Keep still, Holly,” I said before putting the thermometer in and I put it in hard. Holly winced upon feeling it enter her and winced a little more when I twisted it around a few times to toy with her.

The thermometer remained in place for more than several seconds before beeping. I pulled it out to read the result.

“Ninety-Eight point six. Excellent,” I said then pulled her panties back up and told her to get on her back. She rolled over quickly and I placed the stethoscope on her chest once more.

“Breathe.”

Holly gave me a few deep breaths then I moved down her stomach and repeated the process there before slipping the stethoscope beneath the waistband of her panties and asked for a few more deep breaths.

After pulling it out, I went to the edge of the exam table and pulled off Holly’s Panties for the final part of this exam, the vaginal exam.

“This might hurt a little, Holly. But I need you to keep still as best as you can.”

“Yes, Dr. Naaji.”

After putting the speculum into place, I turned on my headlamp and peered into her pussy, and poked around a little with a swab.

With everything down here checking out green, I switched off my headlamp and removed the speculum before telling Holly to get dressed and leave.

Fin.