I am seeking a doctor who would require me to undress to panties that would be marvelous. She is a new doctor to me as is the nurse who instructed me to disrobe. I am having to sit there braless trying to adjust to the paper crinkling as I wait for her to appear. Suddenly I am now with these two women awaiting the exam. I decided to be naughty and wear a thong expecting to have on a gown. Instead, it is full exposure and soon being directed to go and stand on the scale. Now I am facing away from them, my ample bottom shaking some, and so aware of the string tightly held between my buttocks. I am told to keep hands at my side, which I obey, though now I am very aware of my nipples reacting for all to see.
After a while, I am sitting down again, my cheeks crinkle the paper as the doctor begins her exam. Soon she is now listening to my heart and lungs as I am instructed to take deep breaths. The disk is chilly for sure. She moves the stethoscope all over and then listens from my back as well. Once that is completed, she proceeds to conduct a breast exam spending time on each breast and ultimately each nipple. Next, I am laying back and experiencing more palpitation of each breast before the doctor begins to feel my belly. It is a challenge as my nipples remain very erect and point towards the ceiling. Suddenly, she is reaching for the tiny waistband supporting my thong that has risen way up separating each globe. She instructs me to lift up and pulls my thong down to mid thighs. I am surely blushing and see that the nurse has a very well lubricated digital probe ready to record my temperature. I am told to turn over. Doing so has my heart racing as I suddenly feel the nurse parting my cheeks and inserting the tip making me sigh as she pushes it into position. The fact that my thong is wrinkled as it rests on my thighs is of little comfort. The beeps finally occur and the thermometer is removed. With that comes an instruction to turn back over, and remove my thong completely.
My body is reacting intensely. I am now having to keep my legs spread at the knees so that she can view my vagina and rectum. The snap of her blue gloves sharpens my attention and soon she is spreading my labia and conducting the internal. Next it is two fingers. My hips tend to wiggle ever so slightly and then a finger pushes into my anus. I gasp. She is very efficient with her probing and it has me tingle some. I am instructed to turn onto my side, knees to chest, and ready myself for a rectal exam. Three deep breaths later her finger is well inside me, I fight the urge to clench to no avail and sigh until I feel her finger slip out.
Now done, I am handed a few tissues. Always an awkward moment and told to dress. Suddenly the selection of a thong no longer seems like a wise choice as the string rides up resting on my lubed anus. Equally compelling is the absence of my bra such that the pull over does nothing to hide my nipples. I hurry to leave and shall recall this exam for some time.