Mine wasn't a physical exam at school but it was a 'medical' exam of sorts I guess.
I was in 6th grade and in gym class we were playing floor hockey. I was running real fast to get to the puck (ball) and a classmate inadvertently stuck a stick out, which I tripped over. By some freak accident physics, as I went flying, my stick got caught on the bleachers and I landed full force, straddling my own stick. I'm not sure I've felt any worse pain in my life. I felt the blood rush out of my face and I got light headed. I sat down on the bleachers clutching my crotch which felt warm. The teacher, who hadn't seen the accident happen, rushed over and asked if I was okay, as I quickly let go of my crotch. I said, "I fell"
He asked me where I got hurt. I was embarrassed so I told him my thigh.
He took my hand and led me into the locker room. Once there he asked me if I could show him where it hurts. I didn't answer. He told me that I would be okay, but I need to show him. I pointed at my crotch. His eyes got wide and he said, "Oh no! Can I take a quick look?" I didn't say anything, so he pulled out the band of my shorts and underwear and as I looked down I saw a little red in my tighty whiteys. I started to breathe heavy and he said, "You're okay, we'll get you to the nurse."
We walked down to the nurse which was a somewhat painful ordeal.
The gym teacher walked me into the nurses office and she asked what she could do for us.
"Scott has a little injury on his privates." said the gym teacher.
"I'm sorry," said the nurse (female) "Can we have a look?"
I didn't move so she came over and squeezed my hand. Then she took my shorts and pulled them down, and asked me to step out of them. Then she took my underwear and pulled them down too. She asked me to step out of those as well. She put her glasses up to her face and asked me what happened.
"I fell on my hockey stick" I said "Am I bleeding?"
She nodded and said "a little bit but it's nothing to worry about. I'll get you cleaned up."
She asked me to point to where it hurts. I pointed at my balls. And as I've mentioned in other posts, I was a late bloomer, so I had absolutely no hair. My penis was small but not in completely flaccid state. She gently picked up my penis and moved it to the side. I winced (not out of pain but by embarrassment).
Letting go, she said, "does your penis hurt too?"
I said no.
"Are you sure?" she said.
I shook my head in the affirmative.
"I'm going to wipe the blood off your penis and testicles."
She took a wet wipe and wiped the under side of my penis and balls. I could feel myself getting a little more erect in her hand but she took no notice.
"I don't see any cuts there," she said, "But there's still a little blood down here" Indicating behind my testicles.
"Can you turn around for me?"
I did as told.
She took my ankles and spread them apart a little bit. "Can you lean over the cot please?"
I put my hands down on the cot.
"Actually I need you to put your elbows on the cot"
I did and now my butt was up in the air.
She started to wipe the area between my legs. This stung a little but the pressure on the sensitive are gave me a full erection.
"It's okay, you just have a very small cut. I'll clean it up and put some antibiotic on it and you'll be just fine." She continued by rubbing the antibiotic on the cut and then said "You're all set."
Without thinking I turned around revealing my tiny erection. She saw it but made no remark. I turned bright red. She said "You might not want to put your undies back on but here are your shorts."
I put my shorts back on as she told me she would call my parents.
My dad came to pick me up, and before we left for home the nurse discussed something with him.
When we got home, my dad said "The nurse doesn't think you need to see a doctor, but she wants us to make sure we check on it so it doesn't get infected.
When mom got home, she told me she wanted to see it but I refused. The argument went on briefly but she finally agreed that dad could look instead. We went into the bathroom and I showed dad. He asked if it hurt. I said "a little". and that was the end of the exam.
But as he left the bathroom, mom came in as I finshed pulling up my pants. She said, "I know I sad dad could look, but I have to see if you're okay." I just stared. She said, "I'm sorry but this is how it's going to be, I'm you're mom and I have to worry about you." and then she pulled her famous "You might not be able to have kids someday if there's anything wrong with your pee pee."
I flushed with embarrassment and anger, but I went ahead and pulled down my pants. She gently lifted my balls and looked and said, "It doesn't look bad at all! But does you're pee-pee hurt?"
I HATED when she used stupid nicknames for genitals.
"NO." I yelled.
"Ok, but not just your pee-pee, but your scrotum too?" I didn't answer for half a second and she said, "You're scrotum is where--"
"NO." I repeated and she said. "Ok I'm just making sure."
With that she left and I got dressed.