Chapter 8 - Susan's Examination

“Shouldn’t we wait for the gown?” Sister Katherine asked.

“Susan doesn’t need a gown. She’s fine as she is.” Dr. Cummings said bluntly.

Dr. Cumming’s removed his neck-tie and than began to stretched is burly neck from side to side while opening the first two buttons of his collar to his white shirt.

Susan had returned from the bathroom after Sister suggested she empty her bladder and use the bidet. She still had the white blanket wrapped scantily and unceremoniously around her slender body.

“Up now on the table with you young lady.” Dr. Cummings ordered gently. Susan hesitated as if she wanted to say something. Not aware of Susan’s hesitation Ken went ahead and placed his strong capable hands around her petite waist and lifted her up with muscular ease onto the exam table. To him it was like lifting a fragile porcelain doll. She loved the feel of his manly strength as much as he enjoyed the warmth and delicacy of her voluptuous body.

“Susan, we need for you to go into a knee chest position for us.” Ken ordered patiently.

Her lips began to pout and her voice was laden with trepidation. “No, please I don’t want to go into that position.” She replied shyly. “It is so degrading and humiliating.”

In a calm soothing voice Dr. Cummings said, “Susan, it’s necessary to place you in that position. With you in that pose, it gives me a better view of the hemorrhoids you have and to give you an effective digital rectal exam.”

“Please, haven’t I lost enough dignity today!” She responded quietly trying to keep what little self-respect she had left.

Dr. Cummings sympathized with what she was feeling. He was very well aware that she would continue to lose even more dignity as the afternoon went on. In addition, keeping in mind what took place earlier, he did not want a replay of sparks to fly between them. He paused for a moment and looked at her carefully before speaking, “OK, he said kindly, but we’ll have to prop some pillows under your stomach to lift your bottom up a bit. How’s that sound, young lady? Will that make you feel less uncomfortable?”

Susan slowly closed her green eyes tightly shut in relief and quickly opened them to say, “Thank you.”

He smiled his impish grin and in a mellow husky voice he said, “Anything to accommodate our pretty patient and make her feel more at ease. Now, you see how agreeable your doctor is?” She gave him a dainty smile.

Self-consciously Susan watched him snap a pair of rubber gloves on his beautiful hands. Her heart began to beat very fast as she was wholly aware that those same gloved hands would be soon probing and touching the inside of her bare bottom. Ken wouldn’t allow his eyes to leave her lovely face. She demurely lowered her huge doe like eyes and her face began to blush being fully aware of what was about to happen. His piercing eyes were focused on her and her alone. Her reticence and bashfulness, he thought, were utterly charming. Some of his female patients couldn’t wait to disrobe and feel his hands on their bare flesh. Susan’s demeanor was a refreshing change to him.

In attempt to alleviate some of her aching modesty he said reassuringly,“ There’s no need for you to feel shy or ashamed, Susan. We’re all health professionals here. We’re here to help you with all this discomfort you have been having. Sister and I only want to see you get better.” He smiled sensitively while looking down towards her on the exam table. How vulnerable she looked with her long slender legs dangling over the side of the table. She resembled a frighten little girl going to the doctor for the first time. He thought to himself, how incredibly desirable and sweet she was. God, the longing to want to hold her in his arms was intensely powerful.

Sitting on the edge of the exam table leaning over slightly with her palms faced down on either side of her, she timidly lifted her luminous green eyes and gazed at him.

Sister Katherine broke the spell by a putting on a very bright medical floor lamp and saying, “Susan, you need to roll over on your stomach now.”

With the blanket stilled draped over her, Susan did what she was told. Sister than placed several pillows under her stomach so her bottom would be elevated for the examination.

After Susan was sufficiently and properly positioned Dr. Cummings proceeded to fold back the blanket up to the delicate fold of her knees.

She was laying naked straight across the table from the waist down in front of him with her small bum protruding up in the air on the pillows. Lord, she was exquisite! Better than any painting by Titian.

She bend her slender lower right leg in anticipation. At the end of it was a small and delicate foot. He noticed her tiny toes were painted the same color pink as her chemise. To his delight, were two small tight pink perfectly rounded buttock cheeks below a tiny waist. They simulated two creamy desserts waiting to be devoured by him. She most definitely DID have dimples. They were right above her luscious tusch, just like he had imagined them to be. They were staring back at him like a pair of oncoming headlights. He felt himself getting hard inside his trousers. He was glad he had on a white lab coat to hide his carnal arousal. Goodness, what would Sr. Katherine think? Assuredly, Sr. Theresa would faint dead away if she witnessed such a thing and without a doubt go running to the hospital administrators to tell of his debauchery ways.

One day soon young lady, he privately thought. I am going to smother wet, hot, kisses all over those smooth firm buttocks. In addition, I won’t neglect your toes or dimples, not to mention other parts of your anatomy. Susan my dear, you will LOVE and BEG for it every minute.

Sister thought that Susan was too exposed. She secured the one white blanket right over her waist above her buttocks and retrieved another one to be placed over her thighs and knees. The only things visible was her backside and slim small ankles. Sister Katherine coughed loudly to tell Dr. Ken in a subtle way to begin the examination.

Ken was aware of the hint and took a short breath hoping that Sister Kate hadn’t notice this charged feeling he was having. Susan’s pink bottom protruded upwards and trembled slightly. She was self-conscious and wanted the exam to be over with soon.

“Sister, could you please spread her buttock cheeks for me?” Dr. Cummings asked. Her crack was spread nice and wide for him to visibly see her small ‘button hole’. It, in fact, had been ‘through a lot.’ It was all red and sore from the hemorrhoids and painful probing that Sister had done earlier.

Susan could feel Sister’s gloved hands pressed gently against her firm flesh on either side of her buttocks. She felt a tingling sensation when cool air hit her anus as Sister gently spread her curvy derrière. Susan began to tense up in embarrassed anticipation and whimpered softly.

Turning his head to the left towards the direction of Susan’s small head Ken said in a soothing voice. “Now, Susan there’s no need for that. It’s going to be OK.” He paused a few seconds before speaking again. Right below her spread buttock cheeks he gently laid his hand on Susan’s lower back. “I need for you to relax for me. Take a deep breath and let it out nice and slow.” She obeyed. “That’s a good girl. Continue doing that slowly while my finger first enters you and works itself high up inside your rectum.”

She heard cream being squeezed out of a tube. There was a slight pause. To Susan it felt like an eternity. She than felt Dr. Cummings’s lubricated finger lightly pat her rosebud with the tip of his finger. She flinched at his touch. She whimpered softly, “OH!” Her heart began to race.

“Easy now, Susan it’s OK.” He paused a moment before asking, “Could you try to spread your legs a little more for me, please?” Again she submitted to his request. “That’s a good girl.” He wanted to encourage her and obtain her trust in every possible way.

She began to feel the end of a well-lubricated finger slide into her anal hole. He slid than pushed the tip of his finger in ever so slowly. After doing that for a minute or so he began to insert his finger into her warm anal pocket to the first knuckle so that she could get used to the invasion. He continued to gently and very slowly penetrate her rectum repeatedly up to the first knuckle only. After doing this for a while and knowing that she was becoming dilated and relaxed he gradually and carefully allowed his finger to go in a little deeper passed her sphincter to his second knuckle. In an effort to help her to relax even more he began to gently stroke her dimpled lower back with his left hand while his right hand was slowly making headway up inside her tight brown hole.

Sister continued to spread her buttock cheeks. Dr. Cummings began to push his finger lightly and easily. He waited until she relaxed more before his finger went in a little further inside her. At last his entire finger was all the way buried up inside her rectum for a thorough digital rectal exam. He began to palpate his finger in all directions and than higher to detect if there were any rectal lesions. She tensed up and began to squeeze her buttock cheeks together. It was as if Dr. Ken’s finger was swallowed up and caught in a vice. He smiled, “Susan you little chipmunk, may I have my finger back, please? Try to relax and be a good girl for me.” He was being more patient than usual Sister Katherine thought.

She obeyed and he proceeded to continue to probe her backside gradually and delicately. Once again his finger rotated around inside her anal cavity and pressed against the soft rectal walls. “Susan I need for you to bear down for me. You think you can do that for me?” She began to push out her anal muscles along with her cute rounded buttocks up and out. She felt her face heating up. “That’s enough. You can relax again.” Ken said gently.

The invasion of his finger felt even deeper than before. She began to softly moan. “ OH, OH oooooo.” Her head kept turning from side to side and her small hands were opening and closing into tight little fists.

“Try to lie still for me Susan. Easy now, try to relax a little more, that’s a girl, keep breathing, I’m almost done.” He said in a low, encouraging masculine voice.

The combination of his untiring manly voice and the feel of his large powerful finger up her bottom began to make her feel very sexually aroused. Without having to be asked she spread her legs and a little more so that she could feel the full benefit of his large finger buried deep inside her moist warm anal tunnel. She couldn’t help the moaning sounds that escaped from her throat. She was in ecstasy! Her vaginal lips began to throb and her breathing came in short little gasps. If he hadn’t removed his finger when he did she would of surely had an explosive orgasm. She hoped that Sister and Dr. Cummings hadn’t noticed. However, Dr. Cummings did in fact notice. Hearing her moans and feeling the inside of her rectal walls contract told him so. With every receding muscle action of her anus he could feel his finger getting sucked in and buried deep inside her. It was quite evident to him that she was becoming amorously excited. Hmmm what do we have here he thought to himself. This sweet creature is anal erotic. That’s nice. He liked that. He wondered if she was vaginally and clitoral erotic as well. Wouldn’t it be FUN to find out and explore all the stimulating and intriguing possibilities. He once again felt himself begin to get an erection inside his trousers.

He waited to recover some control over his lower extremities before donning a fresh pair of rubber gloves. While doing so he said, “Sister was right. You are capable of being a very cooperative patient.” Along with being a very lascivious one as well, he privately thought.

Ken motioned with his eyes to give the signal to Sister for her to spread Sue’s buttock cheeks again. This time it was for him to examine and treat the hemorrhoids. He could see and feel that the external hemorrhoids were badly inflamed. “This is going to sting a little Sue, brace yourself,” He began to carefully clean the fiery hemorrhoids with a soaked cotton ball. He knew it was going to be uncomfortable. He wanted very much to be quick but gentle with her.

She started to tense up with the discomfort. “OH,OH, pleeeese your hurting me!” She whimpered. She began to wiggle her small backside. In another attempt to stop Dr. Ken from doing what he was doing Susan once again tried to squeeze her buttock cheeks together. It was as if her buttock muscles were at war with Sister’s hands. She had succeeded again in closing her buttocks shut. This time DR. Cummings was swift. Both the cotton ball and his finger were saved from being swallowed up by the abyss between her buttocks.

Sister scolded, “Susan please cooperate!”

“Come on Susan open up for me.” Dr. Cummings said patiently.

“ No ! It burns too much.” She cried tearfully.

“I know it burns, but the hemorrhoids need to be treated. It won’t take very long.” He said compassionately.

Both Sister and Ken stood there and waited for her to comply. She gradually relaxed her buttocks and again Sister gently spread her bottom wide for Dr. Ken. Susan began to cry softly and to bend both her slender legs up in the air to communicate her discomfort.

“Susan, you need to keep your legs down for us. Please don’t cry. This part is almost over.” Ken calmly assured her.

Every time he dabbed the swollen area with the cotton ball the louder she cried. “PLEEEASE , Dr. Cummings NO MORE!”

“Sh, sh, it’s all right.” He cooed. “I’m almost done.” He said calmly.

“NO MORE PLEEASE DR. CUMMINGS, NO MORE!” She begged.

“Susan, Dr. Cumming’s is almost done. Just a little bit longer, honey.” Sister said encouragingly.

He loathed to hear her cry and plead but he knew that this had to be done. She continued to squirm her small bottom and cry softly while he still cleaned the infected area. He said ever so gently, “Easy now, I’m almost finished. I’m sorry, I know it’s uncomfortable. Bear with me. In a few seconds after I am finished I am going to put some ointment on your anal area that will draw out all that stinging pain.” He couldn’t of been more gentle with her. It was as if he was speaking to a child.

He was good to his word. The burning sensation of the wet cotton ball was at last mercifully gone. In it’s place came his strong large fingers. Capably, he gently rubbed cool gel back and forth on and inside her anal opening. As soon as the jell came in contact with the inflamed area, the burn began to vanish. The tension in her buttocks along with the rest of her body began to lessen. “That’s a girl, I told you it would feel better.” Suddenly the feel of his fingers were gone. He then quickly took off his gloves toss them into a nearby receptacle and went to the head of the exam table. He leaned over and gently cupped the palm of his hand on the back of the crown of her small head.

“I’m sorry that I hurt you Susan, but it was necessary. How are you doing? Are you OK?” Susan lifted herself up on her elbows and nodded. She replied, “ah-hah,” in answer to his question while wiping the moisture off her pretty face. Sister had removed her gloves and than opened the top blanket to cover Susan’s bare bottom. She then moved to the adjacent counter to the heat up oil to be soon injected into Susan’s rectum.

“Susan, those hemorrhoids are going to have to be removed.” Dr. Ken said seriously.

She turned her head brusquely towards him. “TODAY!” She cried.

Leaning over her and still cupping the back of her head he said in a low voice, “No, not today, but soon. You have a few options that we can talk about.” He said calmly.

“Can’t you give me some medicine to shrink them?” She asked excitedly.

“Sure,” he said kindly. “We can try that first. But, I’m pretty sure they will have to be eventually removed. They are just going to continue to give you discomfort.” He paused a moment. “Susan, I know you don’t want to hear this, but you waited far too long to get this condition treated.” He said solemnly.

“Damn!” She whimpered tearfully.

“ Come on now, it’s going to be all right. Let’s see how you do in the coming weeks with the things I am sending home with you today.” Dr. Ken began to massage her still tense shoulders with his skilled powerful hands.” You will have to try not to have dry stools because it will only aggravate the condition. When I gave you that rectal moments ago I didn’t feel any internal hemorrhoids or skin lesions except I won’t know that for sure until I take a deeper look inside your rectum with the proctoscope.”

“The proctoscope exam is going to hurt, isn’t it?” She asked fearfully.

Dr. Cummings suddenly stopped massaging her shoulders and hesitated in answering her.

Susan rolled off her stomach and sat up on the exam table. She wanted to obtain eye contact with Ken. “What’s the matter doctor, lost for words?” She asked sarcastically.

He wasn’t about to mince words with her but at the same time he wanted to be cautious on how he answered her. “Susan, it will be uncomfortable for just the first few seconds. After that, you’ll be OK.”

“What do you mean, ‘the first few seconds’? All you doctors use words like uncomfortable when you really want to say something else. To me the term uncomfortable is synonymous with pain!” She answered nervously.

Dr. Cummings lowered his eyes and replied. “When the instrument first enters you, you will feel a certain amount of discomfort. Then after a few seconds it will be fine. Sister and I will talk you through it. Your a BIG girl, Susan! You can tolerate it!”

“I told you before I don’t like to be patronized as if I was a child.” Similar to when she was in his office, he began to hear a blending of belligerence and panic in her voice.

He became agitated and in a raised voice said, “You don’t give me any other choice, Susan! You are beginning, once again, to act like a child!”

Frightening dread began to sweep over her. Suddenly Susan’s thoughts went back to when she was a little girl to that horrible ugly little man that her aunt had brought to the house. She could remember in terror that he too inserted an instrument up her bottom. God, how it hurt! He was not at all gentle with her. Till this day she could still remember that evil grin on his face when she screamed and begged for him to stop. The pain was horrible! Even for days afterwards she continued to have severe rectal pain.

She began to yell, “I WANT TO GO HOME !” Dr. Cummings was fully aware of the fear in her voice. He knew consciously where this was leading.

“No, YOU are NOT going anywhere! Unlike the first time, you’re going to see this through!” He said patiently, making a strong attempt not to get agitated.

He noticed Susan’s eyes begin to change color. That’s when he decided she needed an injected sedative to calm her down. He made eye contact with Sr. Katherine. Down through the years they had developed a kind of telepathic way of communicating. She knew instinctively from Ken’s expression that she was to prepare a syringe.

Susan stood up and was off the exam table quickly. She was tightly clutching one of the blankets. The other one had fallen to the floor. She was making an unsuccessful attempt to wrap the remaining blanket behind her to cover her unclad body. Swiftly, she headed for the changing area behind the screen. Dr. Cummings was far more quicker. He leaned over and grabbed her around the front of her abdomen and wrapped his strong hands and muscular forearms firmly around her little waist.

“WHOA THERE, where do you think your going young lady?”

“LET GO OF ME ! PLEEASE I WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE!” She cried!

“You’re NOT going anywhere!” He replied loudly.

They both were entangled and struggling in each other’s arms. She tried fiercely to get away from him. He was so strong. Her small delicate hands started to beat hard on his massive chest. It had no effect what’s so ever on his huge sturdy frame. It was like trying to strike an immovable rock.

“Susan, please calm down!” He tried to hold her tenderly but she was making it very difficult for him to do just that. She was crying now hysterically. By now the blanket that had been covering Susan’s modesty had fallen to the ground. She was standing nude from the waist down. All Ken could feel now was soft pink flesh and lacy material against his large masculine hands.

Sister came from behind with a soaked cotton ball and injection. Dr. Cummings backed up onto a low stool pulling Susan along with him. Now sitting, he than bend Susan gently over his sturdy lap. His left arm was over the small of her back and his right arm and hand were wrapped like a band of steel around her upper thighs below her small backside. His tremendous strength enabled him to hold her down firmly on the top of his hard thighs in a strong body lock. She felt powerful arms pinning her down, making it impossible for her to wiggle her little fanny. “LET GO OF ME!” She sobbed loudly. Suddenly she got a whiff of alcohol. First she felt the cool wet swab of a cotton ball than a pricking sensation on the right side of her bottom. “OUCH!” She cried.

Sister was leaning over her swabbing her a second time. “That will help you to calm down now, Susan.” Sister Kate said softly. Placing his hands under her armpits Ken slowly stood up bringing her up with him. He folded his arms around and across Susan’s back to soothe and calm her down. Sister quickly lifted the blanket off the floor and folded it around Sue’s midriff. Susan was softly weeping. She found herself clinging to his mammoth chest.

“Sh, Sh, Sh, he cooed, everything is going to be all right. My examination will be over before you know it.” He splayed his large hand on the back of her head and cradled it against his massive chest. His face was buried in her sweet smelling hair. It felt SO incredibly safe and secure to be enveloped by this virile model of a man.

It was at that moment that Dr. Ken heard Sr. Theresa’s voice in the outer exam room. While still cradling Susan’s head against his shoulder and resting his chin on the top of her head, he said to Sr. Kate, “It looks like our holier than thou woman of the cloth has returned from her crusade. Sister Kate, could you PLEASE go deal with her? I know I’ll only say something to her that we both will regret.” Sister nodded in agreement and left the room.

Dr. Cummings capably placed his right arm under Susan’s knees and gently lifted her slim feather light body along with the blanket and tenderly placed her on a hospital bed at the end of the room.

“Why did you do that? I didn’t need that shot!” She sobbed softly. She was staring at a mound of furry black hair above the open V of his shirt. Both her hands were splayed on either side of his huge chest. He was leaning over her while sitting on the edge of the bed. She continued to look at his curly dark chest hair not wanting to gaze into his eyes.

As if he was touching a fragile flower he cupped both his palms firmly on either side of her lovely face. He gently brought her face very close up towards his. She tried, without success to turn her head to the side so she wouldn’t have to look close into his whisky color eyes. He refused to loosen his grip, forcing her to look at him. “You certainly did need that shot, Susan. You were beginning to act squirrely again.”

“Leave me alone.” She cried softly. A light headed sensation began to take over and she started to feel the calming effects of the injection.

He firmly restrained her by bringing down his hands and squeezing her upper arms and gently said, “I’m not about to leave you alone!” He wanted so much to know what she was feeling. “Susan, are your fears of my examination have anything to do with what happen to you when you were a little girl?”

“Pleeease I don’t want to talk about it! Go away!” She sobbed. Tears were flowing down her pretty face.

He enclosed his arms around her back and tenderly drew her closer to him by bringing up his right hand and holding her small fragile head against his shoulder. “Perhaps you should talk about it, Susan.” He said softly. “If I knew what it is that is frightening you I would able to understand and help you better.” Because she was losing her strength she gently pushed his chest away from her, leaving some space between them. Gazing up towards his face she began to give him a befuddled stare. While lowing his eyes down towards her face he said, “For Gods sake, Susan, I’m trying to help you! Please talk to me.” Feeling both baffled and defeated he once again drew her snugly closer to him.

“NO, NO, LEAVE ME ALONE! God, I don’t want to TALK about it or even THINK about it!” She began to tremble and break out into a cold sweat. Ken tenderly kissed her lightly on her temple and lowered her back on the pillows before leaving her for a few moments to fetch a cool damp cloth to wipe her perspiring face. When he returned she was making a frail attempt to get out of the bed to get away. The blanket once again fell to the floor leaving her half naked. Her knees were beginning to buckle when he caught her just in time by the shoulders .

Susan put a trembling hand up to her forehead. “I feel so weak.” She said drowsily.

Looking down towards her with a rile expression he said while gently shaking her, “HELL, Susan, that means the sedative is working. STOP trying to fight it!” With one arm under her knees and another around her waist, he lifted her gingerly and carefully placed her back on the bed. Noticing that she was not fittingly covered he said, “For Gods sakes, if Sister Katherine sees you not fully wrapped, she’ll have my head on a silver platter!” He than quickly picked up the blanket and securely tucked it around her tiny waist.

In an exasperated voice and mindfully looking down towards her he said, “You know Susan, I think Sr. Theresa was correct about one thing. You really DO need a ‘good old fashion spanking’.”

She said quietly with limped eyelids, “OH I see.” She began to slur her words as if in intoxicated. “Dr. Cummings drugs his patients first than beats them.” She moved her head sluggishly from side to side making a tisk tisk sound. The corners of her mouth went up into a smile and a soft chuckle escaped her alluring lips. Drunkenly she continued, “Wouldn’t Sr. Theresa love to hear and see that.” Her eyes were beginning to feel heavy like two lead doors and her pretty body was beginning to go limp. Soon she was fast asleep.