Anya walked slowly through the ground floor level parking lot of the slightly shabby looking clinic. The metal grille over the staircase was still partially closed despite it being 10:30am but the lift was working.

She emerged into a busy waiting room and approached the reception desk. The nurse behind the desk immediately asked which Dr she was here to see "Dr Jones - the gynaecologist" "Ok" the nurse said "first time? Come through here and I'll take your details". Anya went behind the desk and, removing her shoes, stood on the scales. The nurse called out the number to her colleague who wrote it down. This public weighing may have been embarrassing for some but Anya had always been slim. The same nurse then had her sit down and took her blood pressure (it was high) and filled in an extensive form with personal details and medical history including previous procedures and contraceptives. When the form was finally complete the nurse pointed to a door labelled "Dr Jones Women's Specialist Clinic" and told her to wait there.

Feeling her heart racing slightly Anya opened the door and found herself in a quieter waiting room than the one she'd just left which was full of children and young mothers waiting to see the general Dr. There was only one other woman waiting and Anya took a seat and pulled out her kindle. A sign on the Drs door proclaimed him to be out. The minutes ticked by and the waiting room filled up with couples, mother's and daughters and single women. Anya went to the restroom twice while she waited. Finally after an hours wait she heard the Drs room being unlocked, she didn't dare look up though. "Ms Katie" the nurse called and the woman who'd been in the room when Anya arrived jumped up and hurried into the room. "Ms Anya" the nurse barked "take this seat here". Anya went and sat in the plastic chair placed outside the Drs office. She could hear through the door Dr Jones's strict voice and curt commands to his patient. Then the swish of curtains and the clink of metal instruments. She felt her heart race knowing that soon it would be her turn.

Eventually the door opened and it was Anya's turn. The office was small with a desk near the door and an examination table and ultrasound machine in the corner. Dr Jones sat behind the desk was old with a thick head of salt and pepper hair. "What brings you here today" he said "um, I just wanted to get a pap smear. It's been quite a few years since my last exam" Anya said. The Dr scanned his eyes down the form the nurse had completed for her and, finding it to all be in order, he said "right, you can go and lie down". His demeanour was brusque but he had a kind face.

"Take off your pants, and your bra, the Dr will want to do a breast exam" the nurse said, closing the curtains around the examination couch. Anya reluctantly stripped off her trousers, pants and bra and climbed onto the table, covering herself with the offered sheet. Dr Jones came round the curtains and immediately held a stethoscope to her chest. He seemed to take forever moving it over both breasts. He didn't ask her to breathe or cough and made no comments but was eventually done and put the stethoscope away "ok, now time for the breast exam" he said, sliding his hands under her top, using both palms to feel for lumps. "The left side feels fine, now let me see about the right" he was firm but gentle and there was no pain. "That's great, you must do this every month yourself" he said. Next he moved down the sheet and squirted some ultrasound jelly on Anya's exposed stomach. He had her look at the screen and pointed out her ovaries, uterus and then her vagina. It all looked like shapeless blobs to Anya but she wanted to please him and nodded and murmured ascents.

With the ultrasound and breast exam done Anya knew what was coming next and sure enough the Dr instructed her to bring her legs up and drop her knees open. The examination couch was against a wall so one knee flopped against the wall. The Dr still stood at her side and didn't ask her to move down the bed at all which she thought was a little strange. She glanced a look to her side and saw the Dr pulling on his gloves and picking up a metal speculum off the instrument tray. She shut her eyes and pulled her knees together slightly, hating the thought of that hard metal in her soft vagina. Before she could react the Dr had gently grabbed her right knee, opening her legs up and, in one swift motion, inserting the speculum into her vagina. She gasped but was surprised that there was no pain, just a slight feeling of pressure and fullness. The Dr kept her knee firmly under his arm, ensuring that her legs remained open and her vagina easily accessible. She moaned slightly as she felt and heard the speculum open. "Ok take some nice deep breaths" the nurse said and Anya braced herself for the pain of the sample taking. It pinched a little and at one point she involuntarily pulled away but the Drs firm arm on her leg kept her in place. Finally the speculum was removed and she relaxed. She'd totally forgotten about the possibility of a pelvic exam (at her previous pap smears that hadn't happened). Still gently but firmly holding her leg in place and without speaking the Dr thrust two lubricated fingers into her tight vagina and used his other hand to palpate her abdomen. This hurt more than the speculum and she tensed "relax, just relax" Dr Jones said gently "I'm feeling your ovaries here" he moved his fingers inside her and she flinched from the, not exactly pain, but intrusive and uncomfortable sensation. The Dr didn't remove his fingers but stopped palpating "relax and put your bottom down for me, I can't do the exam with you writhing around like that" he said firmly "good girl" he added in a softer tone when she complied. His exam was extremely thorough and although uncomfortable the longer it went on the more pleasurable Anya began to find it and she blushed slightly. She tried her best to hold still for the Dr and his weight lent on her leg ensured whe couldn't move too much. Finally the Dr withdrew his fingers and told the blushing Anya that she could get dressed.

Anya pulled on her panties and jeans but decided to leave her bra off and just put it in her bag. Leaving the curtained area she was asked to sit once again at the Drs desk so that he could manually take her blood pressure which had been high. Now relaxed and happy that the exam was over her blood pressure had returned to normal.

"One last thing before you go" Dr Jones said "I notice you're not using any contraception. For you I would recommend an IUD. We can fit it in the clinic no problem, I've helped many young women through the procedure." Anya thought of him gently holding her leg whilst performing another one of those thorough pelvic exams and then probing deeper inside her than anyone had ever been, the whole waiting room hearing what was going on. "I'll have to think about that" she said, blushing slightly "whenever you're ready" he replied handing her an appointment card with an appointment for a repeat exam in a year's time "just let me know" and with a smile she left, already looking forward to next year.

To be continued when I make that next appointment...