----------------------------------- Chapter 3 -----------------------------------

Laura's wait was not very long before there was a soft tap on the door followed by Dr. Sharp's entry into the room. As he entered, Laura noticed he was holding her chart and a few other papers.

Brad Sharp is a kind, distinguished gentleman in his early sixties, though he easily appears to be a number of years younger than his actual age. He is tall and trim, handsome, well-groomed and poised with neatly styled, salt and pepper hair; and he exudes an undeniable air of confidence and wisdom.

He is also an excellent physician and having been in medical practice for many years has a somewhat old-school, more traditional approach to patient care than perhaps would a more recent medical school graduate. He is a firm believer in using tried and proven treatments that have worked for years over many of the newer methods and medications; and while he tries to respect patient modesty to the greatest extent possible, it is always secondary to a complete, thorough examination.

Many a man would have to pinch himself to see if he was awake or dreaming had he entered a room and been presented with the delightful treat that awaited the doctor. Laura was sitting on the exam table with her knees at the edge of the cover pad and bent at almost perfect right angles. Her lower legs and feet were suspended in the air and gently swinging back and forth - as if keeping a nervous cadence. Above the knees, her legs were completely bare and, thanks to the positioning of the short exam gown, were parted just enough to allow an inviting view all the way up each shapely limb to a teasing hint of her silky panties. She was slightly leaning forward from the waist as she propped on bared arms with her palms wrapped over the edge of the table. Her posture caused the sleeveless gown to fall away from her body just enough to allow the slightest peek of her bare breasts through the loose fitting arm holes. Her shiny brunette hair in a ponytail greatly exaggerated her youthful look, and with the minimal covering offered by the exam gown complimented her stunning body for an enticing, picture-perfect vision of both steaming-hot sexual temptation and school-girl innocence.

For many men, the submissive nature of the doctor's exam room, combined with the revealing state of undress and innocent sensuality of the beautiful young woman he was about to examine, would create an electrifying atmosphere of vulnerability and carnal desire that oozed raw, uncontrollable lust like molten lava.

Doctor Sharp, however, seemed genuinely unfazed by the adorable, nearly-naked young lady in front of him and, despite the fact that for some this encounter would certainly be the pinnacle of sexually supercharged, erotic fantasy come true, did not impose the slightest hint of impropriety towards his patient.

"Laura, hi," the doctor greeted as he approached the examination table and extended his right arm for a customary handshake, "how have you been? I notice it's been quite a while since you've been to see us."

Whether his apparent indifference to the patient's lack of clothing and the very personal and dominant interaction he would have with her in this situation was true professionalism and mental compartmentalization, or a well performed act of self-control and suppressed excitement only the doctor could truly know.

Accepting the offer of his outstretched hand, Laura smiled at the doctor as they completed their cordial handshake and offered an explanation for the time lapse, "I've been feeling great. These past few days are the first time I've felt sick in a long time."

"That's good to hear," Dr. Sharp answered. "So, how can I help you today?"

Laura gathered her nerve, knowing that her answer would give the doctor free access to her body in any way he felt necessary. "Well, I've really felt pretty awful for the past few days, I'm running a fever and seem to have no energy, I've had a terrible sore throat, been coughing a lot and it hurts to swallow; and there's some soreness and tightness in my chest. Plus, I have an achy, almost like a burning feeling down here", Laura said as she pointed to her right lower abdomen, "and it kinda' burns and smells bad when I use the bathroom."

The doctor nodded his head as he listened, and then proceeded to ask her the additional questions one would expect about nausea, pains in other places, her periods, and the like. After the questioning, he approached his patient and cradled her neck between his hands. "Does this hurt?" the doctor asked as he gently palpated various areas of Laura's neck. She made a soft, audible response and nodded her head in agreement as the doctor pressed various glands and noticeably swollen lymph nodes.

Dr. Sharp looked in her eyes, ears and nose, and had her open her mouth so he could conduct a thorough examination of her throat and tonsils using a tongue depressor and a bright light. He then placed the tips of his stethoscope in his ears and worked the diaphragm into the top of the gown, carefully placing it against Laura's chest. "Take a deep breath," the doctor ordered as he moved the instrument from place to place, intently listening to her lungs and heart before he finally took his hand out of the exam gown. He then listened to several areas of her back, again telling her to breathe deeply.

"Lay back for me," the doctor requested. Laura did so, and put her arms to her side.

As he carefully lifted the bottom of the gown to just below her breasts, the doctor chuckled a bit when he noticed her navel ring.

Sensing his reaction, Laura light-heartedly offered an explanation, "I was with a couple of friends and we all got it done at the same time. It hurt, too! If you remember how much I hate needles, you know I must have been nuts that day."

The doctor returned a friendly grin as he continued his work. "OK, lay still for me, and tell me if anywhere I touch hurts," he instructed as he proceeded to press and percuss various areas of Laura's very cute, very feminine, very sexy abdomen with his fingertips.

While conducting his examination, the doctor asked Laura to describe the pain she was feeling on urination, and the feeling in her chest. As he worked his way down her abdomen, he lifted the waistband of her panties just enough to allow his hand under the thin fabric. As he palpated around her pelvic area, Laura noticed sharp pain and some tenderness as the doctor pressed on the right side of her lower abdomen.

"Ow," she moaned, "that hurt."

"Right here?" the doctor asked as he lightly pressed just to the right of her pubic area. Laura grimaced and nodded in response that he had indeed found a painful spot. "Alright," the doctor replied as he removed his hand from her underpants.

After concluding his examination, the doctor lowered the gown and helped his patient return to a seated position on the edge of the table.

"I suspect you have a significant pharyngeal and upper respiratory infection concurrent with a urinary tract infection that is causing the pain and burning in your pelvic area," the doctor announced. I'd like to get a rapid strep, some blood work, a urinalysis and a chest X-ray done to verify my suspicions before I treat you with antibiotics. Once we get the lab results from those tests, we'll know more of what's going on with you."

"Also, I notice it's been over a year since you've been to the office, and that was for a brief check-up and scrip refill," the doctor continued. "The last full physical I show on your chart was over three years ago. You know the cancer society and medical association guidelines recommend that at age twenty-one young women begin having regular Pap tests performed. Have you had that done in the past year or so, maybe by another doctor - perhaps your gynecologist?"

Since she had never been to a gynecologist and only had the one female exam when she was eighteen, Laura was startled by his question. "No sir," she replied, "I haven't seen a doctor since I was here last."

"You really need to take care of that," he intimated. "In fact, since you are having the pain and burning in that area, we should do a pelvic exam and also get wet preps to check your bladder and cervix. Let's take a few minutes and do those tests and a complete examination while you're here."

She was stunned by his suggestion. "Aw, doc!" Laura pleaded, "do we really need to do that right now?"

"Well, I certainly think it would be a good idea," he answered, "particularly since it appears you have an infection in that area. I know it's not pleasant, but it really is something you need to take care of. If we do it now and get it over with, you won't have to worry about it for another two or three years - unless you have a problem, of course. As soon as we finish up here, you can go upstairs for your lab work and x-rays."

Laura's heart sank to her knees. She was certainly not expecting THAT today.

As the doctor's request began to sink in, unwelcome negative thoughts began to surface in Laura's mind, and the feelings of resentment over both the situation and the authority his position gave him over her were growing. Try as she might to avoid it, she was overcome with feelings of being out of control and manipulated. With her having very little, if any, real input into the decision, and really just by telling her he thought it would be a good idea, the doctor was creating an opportunity to enter her very private, personal space where he would see and touch her body in ways that many men have dreamed of and fantasized about, but would never have a snowball's chance of even seeing - much less touching and feeling! And certainly no one would ever question his motives, consider his actions in any way out of line or perverted, or even dare to think that a doctor might be getting enjoyment, and perhaps a bit of a thrill, from examining a very attractive and essentially naked young woman in a most vulnerable situation. She wondered how many men would consider the doctor had the best job imaginable.

Though it seemed much longer, the mental volley of mixed emotions likely lasted less than a minute as Laura forced herself to consciously push any negative thoughts of illicit motives on the part of the doctor to the back of her mind. Even though she didn't like what was coming, she realized that what the doctor said made good medical sense and that he was only doing what was necessary to properly treat her as his patient. Besides, she reasoned, the doctor examined and interacted every day with female patients in various stages of undress, and the entire patient encounter was probably rather rote and mundane to him. With those thoughts in mind, she decided there was really no choice but to comply with the doctor’s request, so she meekly responded with a gulp, "OK, let's get it over with." She was going in the stirrups, alright. The one thing she was sure would not have happened today was going to, and right now.

With permission given, Doctor Sharp addressed his nurse, "I'll need three culture swab collection tubes, along with the usual pelvic tray."

"I'll get everything ready," the nurse said, acknowledging the doctor's request. She then looked over to Laura and as the two made eye contact, told her patient, "you'll need to slip your underpants off."

Without verbally responding to the nurse's instruction, Laura eased herself off of the table and reached under the exam gown for the waistband of her panties. She drew the silky material down her legs, raised each foot in turn, and stepped out of her underpants, which she neatly folded and placed on the chair with her previously removed clothing. With any remaining privacy or dignity offered by her clothes now gone, Laura turned and stepped toward the exam table. The loose-fitting examination gown provided very little comfort to her, and very little cover to her otherwise naked body.

"I need you to sit right here," Jo said as she motioned for Laura to sit on the edge of the cover pad at the foot end of the table. The nurse then moved a small, roll-about metal table to the end of the examining table, placed a tray of instruments on the table top, and positioned a portable examination light just over the tray. Laura took a quick peek at the tray and saw the usual items one would expect: a large tube of lubricating gel, exam gloves, collection swabs and dishes, some odd-looking instruments and of course, the dreaded speculum. She only looked for a few seconds, and then turned her eyes to the doctor as he approached the table.

"I know it's been a while since you've had a complete exam," the doctor said. "I'll tell you everything I'm going to do, and if you have any questions as we go, please ask them. I want this to be as comfortable for you as possible."

Comfortable, is he joking, Laura thought to herself as she simply nodded her head in agreement with the doctor.

"First, I'm going to examine your breasts," the doctor announced. "It's important that we check for anything that could be indicative of a growth in the tissue. I hope you are conducting regular breast exams at home. If not, I'll show you how, and you need to do this at least once a month."

"Do you regularly examine yourself?" the doctor asked.

"No sir," Laura replied, "not as often as I should."

"Well, I'll show you what to check for as we go through the exam," the doctor answered as he reached around to the back of her gown and untied the top two ties, allowing the material to fall from her shoulders into a gathered pile on her lap - and leaving her nude from the waist up.

Laura felt a burst of embarrassment with her breasts now completely exposed as the doctor performed a visual assessment of them for symmetry. He then palpated and noted movement of each one as he had her flex her arms and rotate her chest in various positions. Laura's breasts are beautiful. Very shapely and perky with small, smooth, light brown areola topped by rosy pink nipples that stand out like little pencil erasers. And though they are rather small - not quite a full B cup - her breasts are sized and shaped perfectly for her body and made quite a lovely display as she moved her upper torso about during the doctor's examination.

After this initial exam, the doctor had her lay back on the table with her arms extended over her head. He gently but firmly palpated each soft, pliable mound, making a circular motion beginning at the nipple, and working his way to the outer edge. Try as she might to prevent it, the combination of cool air in the room and the doctor's manipulation caused her nipples to menacingly stand at full attention in a most erotic fashion - much to Laura's dismay.

The doctor seemed totally oblivious to her natural reaction to the stimulation as he instructed his patient, "This is what you should do at home. Palpate each breast like I am, and feel for any lumps or underlying deformities. If you ever feel anything unusual, then we need to check it out further."

Again, Laura nodded her head in agreement.

"OK, your breasts are just fine," the doctor announced as he replaced the gown over her chest. Laura held the gown in place with one hand as he helped her sit up and then reaching behind her back, the doctor loosely re-tied the top tie strings.

Next, Jo stepped over to prepare her for the pelvic exam.

"I need you to scoot forward for me," the nurse instructed, "until your bottom is right at the edge of the table." Laura did as requested and the nurse helped her lay back flat, then placed a drape sheet over the exam gown and between her legs to cover her abdomen and lower body. Jo then walked around to the foot of the table, pulled the foldaway stirrups out of their storage slots, raised each pole to the proper height, and one-by-one positioned Laura's feet in the stirrups. With both feet captive, and the drape sheet in place for modesty, the nurse touched her patient on the hips, and asked her to slide just a little more toward the end of the table. When Jo finally had Laura in the desired position, her lower back was close to the edge and most of her butt extended beyond the end of the table.

In this position, the gown provided her no cover at all, and Laura was blushing with embarrassment at how widely spread her legs felt under the drape sheet. The coolness of the air on her skin further added to the embarrassment by reminding her that beneath the thin sheet she was totally naked - and about to have her most private bits fully exposed. The humiliation was horrible.

With his patient prepped, the doctor rolled a stool to the end of the table and seated himself on it. He pulled the tray table over, then positioned and turned on the bright examination light - which he aimed directly between her legs.

Laura wanted to go crawl in a hole.

To begin the examination, the doctor donned a pair of gloves, and then eased the bottom edge of the drape sheet up until he could visualize her entire pelvic area - the sight of which, for many men, would be quite a breathtaking experience indeed.

Laura's soft, unblemished skin is silky-smooth. Her brunette pubic hair is so closely shaved that her pubic area is virtually bald except for the slight, almost imperceptible, hint of dark follicles just below the skin that outline the boundaries of her pubic triangle. Her vagina is absolutely flawless; delicately defined by the subtle pout of her pink, smooth labia and perky, erect clitoris. Even at twenty-two, her vagina is small and still retains the pristine, almost virginal, appearance of teenage puberty. The lightly tanned skin of her shapely legs and bottom perfectly frame her vagina and anus, and faint tan lines are slightly visible where Laura has been out in the sun in a bikini.

This woman's body is truly magnificent.

Seemingly detached with complete professional decorum from the stunning view of feminine perfection in front of him, Doctor Sharp announced, "OK, let's get started here," as he began running his gloved fingertips the entire length of her labia. If you feel any discomfort at all, please let me know."

Laura was already finding it uncomfortable, but not from pain. Her feelings were totally from humiliation.

"I'm going to open your vagina now," the doctor announced.

She was mortified as he parted her inner labia and thoroughly examined her clitoris and vaginal opening. He very gently and slowly inserted two lubricated fingers, noting how tight and small her vagina was as he pressed against the internal walls and palpated.

As a requisite part of a complete examination, Dr. Sharp began to ask his patient questions about her sexual history and any gynecological problems or issues she may have noticed. When asked if she was sexually active, Laura initially tried to evade that subject, but the doctor went on to explain that such information was vital for her proper care and assured her that anything she told him was completely confidential.

Realizing she had no real choice but to answer, Laura shyly told the doctor that she lost her virginity when she was nineteen, but has only had intercourse three times - always protected by her insisting that a condom be used, has only been with two different men, and that the last time she had sex was nearly two years ago.

Because she felt somewhat embarrassed to discuss the subject, and could not imagine why it would be important for the doctor to know anyway, she conveniently neglected to tell him that at about age fifteen she had discovered the intense pleasure of stimulating her clitoris and working her fingers and other small "toys" in and out of her vagina. Nor did she mention to him that she still frequently masturbates herself to orgasm.

She did, however, share with the doctor that for about the past year and a half she has been in a comfortable relationship that she felt was quickly becoming serious with a man she really cared about; and that while there was a strong physical attraction and had been many intimate moments between them, they had not yet engaged in sexual relations.

What Laura did not disclose was the depth of the physical attraction and some of the particulars of the intimate moments she and her boyfriend, Matt, had experienced over the past several months they had been together.

Matt is twenty-six-years-old, has a promising career position as junior officer in a large banking firm, and, in her eyes, is very handsome and dreamy. He and Laura met at university, when he was in his last year of graduate school. Even from their first date, Matt was totally infatuated with Laura. In addition to being young and very good-looking, she is fun and energetic with a charming, bubbly personality. Her body is exactly to his liking, and her perfect butt has become an object of obsession for him. He is quickly falling for Laura, so much so that he respects her request - though with increasing difficulty - to wait about beginning a sexual relationship.

She is quickly falling for him too as their affection for one another seems to grow deeper every day. Not only does Laura find Matt to be a great companion, but also very caring and romantic. She appreciates that he quite often tells her how great she looks and how proud he is to be with her, how sexy her body looks in a particular outfit, or - his favorite thing to tell her - that she has the hottest butt and legs he has ever seen. Laura is happy that she seems to please him in every way, and has developed a total trust that he loves her and would never do anything to hurt her.

Over the past months, their intimate, romantic time together has become much more physical as their mutual trust and affection has deepened. During a few opportune occasions of heavy petting, Matt would casually, and often in a teasing manner, mention hearing of and being slightly curious about what many would consider to be unusual acts of erotic physical intimacy; many of which Laura had never heard of, and certainly could never imagine being enjoyable. He seemed fascinated by having read and heard that many couples supposedly develop a deeper love for one another and a special bonding relationship when they share unique interests and intimate playtime that others may view as different, or even perverse.

His enthusiasm must have been intoxicating. To Matt's delight, Laura did not object in the least when, as their physical relationship deepened, he would freely embrace and fondle her sexy body, and tease her firm butt. Quite the contrary, she found it flattering how much her body pleased him, and thought it very romantic and comforting when he would cuddle her close and passionately stroke and caress her. She especially loved him fondling and teasing her bare bottom and the intense, erotic pleasure it gave them both. Laura soon discovered that her buttocks were extremely sensitive and a highly erogenous area of her body. Gradually, Matt nurtured a fascination and curiosity in Laura to how more intense physical stimulation of a different type applied carefully and lovingly to her butt could be erotic and thrilling for both of them.

Knowing the excitement they both felt when Matt would fondle and teasingly slap her rear end, and also knowing that he would never do anything to actually harm her, Laura became intrigued by the thought of engaging in role play, laying with her bare bottom across his lap or being turned over his knee as he playfully rubbed and smacked her ass. They soon began to openly speak of their common interest in trying new ways to enhance their physical relationship - almost all of them in some way involving her butt.

She certainly saw no need to share with the doctor that for about the last eight months she and Matt have, on occasion, been exploring the erotic intimacy of spanking, role-play punishment, and other playful, though somewhat kinky, activities involving implements and carefully controlled pain administered to her willing buttocks. In her mind there was no need at all to tell the doctor how much she loved getting spanked, how intensely exciting and stimulating she found these new experiences, or how much she enjoyed experimenting with new toys, role-play scenarios and implements.

Thus far, in all of their intimate time together, there has only been heavy petting - accompanied every now and then, of course, by a sore, bright red, thoroughly spanked bottom and maybe a few cane stripes or paddle marks on her tight ass. But since there has been no actual sexual intercourse, she felt that none of this very personal information should be pertinent to the doctor's current examination.

Not wanting to delve any deeper than medically necessary, Doctor Sharp did not directly ask any questions about her personal affairs. He did, however, suggest that before she had intercourse again, as a part of her current relationship or with any other partner, she should consider if, and how, she wanted to reduce her risk of unwanted pregnancy. He reminded Laura that the estrogen supplement she was currently taking was not reliable for birth control, and told her that he would write her a prescription today for an oral contraceptive. He also told her that it was entirely her decision as to when, or if, she began taking the pill.

All the while they were discussing her sex life, the doctor continued to perform a most thorough and invasive examination of her female anatomy.

The speculum was next as he applied a generous amount of lubricant and introduced it ever so gently and slowly into her vagina. With the instrument in place, Dr. Sharp opened the blades, and visualized Laura's cervix. It looked pink and perfect, with no signs of infection. Next, the doctor took the usual Pap samples, and he also took a sterile collection swab and introduced it into the end of her cervix, moved it about a bit, and removed it. Laura could see him taking a smear dish and wiping the end of the swab overthe culture medium. Once he had removed the speculum, he took another collection swab, and introduced it into her urethra. Laura was suddenly startled by a sharp pain when she felt the swab go in there, and she told the doctor about it. "That could indicate some inflammation in the urinary tract," he responded, "and that's exactly why I wanted to collect this specimen, so we can treat you properly."

There was no real pain to the exam, and once the embarrassment started fading, Laura actually began to feel glad that she was getting this done; after all, it had been a long time. She was just starting to relax a bit when the doctor removed his exam gloves and as he was replacing them with a clean pair informed his patient, "OK, you're going to feel a little pressure in your rectum." With that said, Doctor Sharp smeared lubricating gel onto the fingers of his gloved right hand and began gently rubbing the tip of his middle finger around the edge of Laura's tender rectal opening. So much for relaxation, she thought.

If the word beautiful could ever be used to describe a woman's anus, Laura's certainly met the criteria. It was spotlessly clean, as tight as a vise, perfectly pink, and the flowery little entrance-way appeared to be winking from the involuntary muscle twitches caused by the doctor's totally unintentional stimulation. After coaxing for a few seconds, the sphincter muscle began to relax and open easily, allowing the doctor to gently insert the tip of his finger into her rectum.

"As you feel pressure, I want you breathe slowly and bear down like you're going to the bathroom," the doctor instructed. She took a couple of deep breaths as he slowly but steadily began to work his middle finger deeper into her rectum and his index finger back into her vagina. With each finger properly positioned in its respective body cavity, the doctor conducted a thorough bimanual examination. Once that was completed, he removed his finger from Laura's vagina, but kept the entire length of his middle finger buried deeply in her butt as he continued the digital rectal examination with gentle twisting and sweeping motions.

Laura was not quite sure how to interpret the various feelings she experienced during the rectal exam. She seemed to recall that during a couple of previous checkups the doctor had quickly slid a gloved finger in and out of her bottom while she was laying on the table, but never like this: with her completely exposed in the exam position and his finger inserted its full length, thoroughly exploring the depths of her rectum. She certainly felt embarrassed at having a man's finger stuck up her rear end, and had felt a sudden urge to defecate and some slight pain when the doctor initially inserted his finger into her anus. But after the urgent feeling subsided and her sphincter relaxed and accepted its intruder, Laura realized that having an object inserted deep in her butt was not uncomfortable at all; it was, in fact, very soothing and pleasant - even exciting.

The overwhelming sensation created by the doctor's finger moving in and out of her anus and probing the inside of her rectal cavity was so intense it caught her completely by surprise - and felt incredible. So much so that her thoughts began to drift to memories of one particular, alcohol-relaxed, girl-talk session during which she recalled hearing a couple of her friends discussing various sex toys they used in the "back door" - beads, dildos and other things - and how amazing they felt; and the mind-crashing, over-the-top orgasms that intense, anal stimulation gave them. At the time she jokingly told them they were "crazy", and dismissed the conversation.

She also thought of how, during a few of their intimate moments, Matt had teased and gently rubbed around her butthole with his finger; but because she was hesitant to allow it, he had never actually penetrated her bottom. Though she found his touching in those areas exciting, she had no idea how good real anal penetration would feel.

The rectal exam felt so good in fact that she was actually disappointed at how quickly it was completed as she felt the doctor's finger begin to withdraw from her bottom. The powerful stimulation induced by his finger slowly passing through her anus sent unfamiliar quakes and shivers up Laura's spine, and the pleasant feeling continued as her sphincter closed and continued to quiver for a couple of seconds after his finger was removed. By instinct, she clinched the muscles of her butthole a couple of times to keep the quiver going as long as possible.

Laura already knew how sensitive her buttocks were, but she had never discovered the sensitivity of her anus and rectum - until now. This examination at the totally unsuspecting, yet expert, hands of the doctor had certainly made her realize how much she would enjoy having considerably more involved anal play in her personal life.

With the rectal exam concluded, Doctor Sharp announced that everything in "there" felt fine. He did, however, notice a smear of fecal matter on his glove, which he used to conduct a quick hemoccult test for blood in the stool. That test was quickly read as negative.

Finally, he took another collection swab and gently inserted it about three or four inches into her rectum. He withdrew the swab, and did a smear stain on another culture dish. "All done now," the doctor announced as he switched off the examination lamp and returned the drape sheet to its original position, "Jo will help you up."

"Now, that wasn't too bad, was it?" Jo asked as she moved the lamp and tray table aside, and then helped Laura remove her feet from the stirrups and sit up on the edge of the table.

"It didn't really hurt or anything," Laura answered. “It's just that having to let a man that I have no intimate feelings for see me and touch me in those places, and stick his fingers and other things inside me just makes me feel, you know, almost violated in a way. I know he's a doctor and all that, but it still just seems wrong to have to allow someone to do those things. If any other man did that to me outside of a consenting, intimate relationship, it would be considered sexual assault. It's like his job gives him a free pass to have a woman take off all of her clothes at his request, and then to see her naked body and do things to her in ways that most guys could only dream about; and we have to let it happen without question, and only hope and assume he's not getting a cheap thrill out of it. The whole thing is so darn submissive and humiliating."

"I think a lot of women feel that way," the nurse answered as she handed the patient a couple of wadded up tissues to remove the excess lubricant. "But I can tell you that in reality the job is quite different from the perceived fantasy world. The doctor is looking and feeling for any abnormalities that may be present, and analyzing the results of the physical examination to form the best diagnostic and treatment plan for the patient. Though as a woman I certainly know that's sometimes difficult for someone on the patient's side of the exam table to fully understand."

"When you finish cleaning up," Jo continued, "you can leave the gown on the table and put your clothes back on. Come by the nurse's desk on your way out, I have some paperwork for you to take to the lab with you." With that she left the exam room and closed the door behind her.

Laura took the tissues and made a quick sweep from front to back over her vagina and anus, and threw the tissues into a nearby disposal can. She quickly dressed, but before leaving the room checked herself in the mirror, re-tied her ponytail and checked her make-up.

Her initial feeling of dread had turned to relief. Even though she hated every minute of the actual examination - well almost every minute, the bit with his finger in her butt wasn't half bad - the ordeal was over now for two or three years!

Still, regardless of what the nurse said, Laura wondered in the back of her mind how it would be possible for any heterosexual male, just because he studied a particular curriculum in college, to not enjoy some degree of satisfaction and excitement at having a job that presented hundreds of opportunities to have young, sexy, attractive girls and women take off their clothes and lay on a table; then freely examine, run his hands over and place instruments and his fingers inside their naked body.

She wondered if female patients were really thought to be so naive or gullible they would just assume, and accept without question, that the initials MD after his name somehow miraculously gave a man the ability to park his male hormones and instincts at the door of the office when he came to work, or if he would even want to do that. She seriously doubted that was likely, and she imagined a doctor had to realize and feel a little smug at how envious so many other men would be of the very personal situations and interactions with women that his career offered.