As we drove past the medical rooms , Anne , my girlfriend, suggested that we pop into the gp "quickly"to see about having my mole, high up on my left leg,removed . She disliked this blemish on my swimmers body. I by nature am rather shy.
The blood drained from my face and beads of sweat appeared on my forehead as I explained in a small, desperate voice that I wasn't feeling well and would rather have it seen to on another day.She pointed out that I had been saying that for months. Also , that I said I wasn't feeling well made her even more insistent that I see the doc.
Panic set in and I farted. Anne punched me on the arm.
Dr Elizabeth Saunders was initially delighted to see us but grew immediately concerned about the paleness and sweating.
She decided that I should be fully inspected once she had had a look at the mole.
I was instructed to remove my knee length khaki shorts and sit on the exam table.
I stood , leaning back against the table, rolling up the leg of my shorts.
I was relived greatly when she said she could see the mole.
I almost collapsed when she said to remove the shorts anyway so she could examine the area above the mole.
Blood rushed back into my head. I could never have been redder. I didn't move.
Anne approached. I whispered that I wasn't prepared for seeing a doctor today and would like to shower at home first , to return later. It didn't work. As she reached for my belt buckled she moaned that I was wasting the doctor's time.
My hands reached up to cover my face as the long shorts fell about my ankles.
Anne shrieked , not believing what she was seeing . She had fired our housekeeper over this. Now she knew it was not the housekeeper who had stolen from her.
It was I who had stolen the brand-new, full bottomed, silk , lace fronted,white panites from her underwear drawer.
I could feel the tension in the doctor. Dropping my hands in front of my genitals, I could see the anger and hurt in Anne's eyes.
She breathed deeply. Waving me to the exam table she led the doctor to a corner of the room.
My darkest secret had now caused my deepest shame.I could feel the tears welling .
Without a word Anne and the doctor returned to the exam table that I was still standing next too. Anne pushed my legs together. Dr Elizabeth's surgical sissors cut a precise hole in the lace panel above the gusset. The scissors then slit those beautiful panties along the middle of the crotch up to my Anus.
With great skill and awesome purpose , the doctor pulled my penis through the hole in the lace panties. She handed Anne a tongue depressor which she now used to splap my penis. Fuck it was sore . My ball bag was still inside the panties and squashed between my legs.That began to hurt as well and my legs began to weaken.The doctor slapped my bottom to make me stand up straight. Anne continued to splap my penis which was know beginning to swell...