This is an interesting question especially after what happen to me a few days ago.
I went for a follow up for my hernia surgery from last summer. My regular doctor was on vacation so I saw her partner, another female surgeon. My regular doctor doesn't usually have anyone else in the room when I'm examined, but apparently this doctor, who I had never met, liked to have the nurse in the room to do all the charting while she examined me.
I really love the idea that someone else is watching so when the nurse sat down at the computer and the doctor started talking to me it added an additional element of excitement. I was still fully dressed and sitting on the table as the doctor asked me about my recovery and how I was doing.
I knew the moment of truth was coming any moment so I was really disappointed when the nurse stood up and said quietly to the doctor that she had to leave. The doctor asked her to see if Karen could come in.
I had no idea who Karen was, but I was about to find out.
A few moments later the door opened without a knock and in walked the receptionist. I had always thought she was a really interesting young woman. I had chatted with her often while I was in the waiting room and when checking in and checking out, so I sort of knew her a little. When she walked in my heart skipped a beat. I was both embarrassed and thrilled at the thought of her seeing me. Unlike the medical staff, she wasn't wearing the usual scrubs, but was dressed in 'regular' clothes and that somehow made it more embarrassing. I guess that's because it underlined the fact that she was a non-medical person.
The doctor asked if she would mind charting while the nurse was at lunch and Karen sat right down no more than three feet away from me!
That's when the doctor told me to stand up and pull down my pants. I felt light headed as I stood and then slowly lowered my pants and underwear. The doctor took a brief look at everything and then stood up and walked across the room to get a pair of gloves which she took her time putting on, leaving me standing there fully exposed in front of the receptionist.
I didn't know where to look, but I glanced over at Karen and although she wasn't looking directly at me I'm sure she couldn't help seeing everything since I was right in front of her.
The doctor came back and sat on a stool next to me and proceeded to check me out. Usually when my regular doctor checks me it's really quick, but this doctor took her time and must have spent three or four minutes checking both sides several times, lifting my penis out of the way as she did.
I didn't dare look at Karen as this was happening, but I was fully aware of her unobstructed view. When the doctor was finished she sat back for a minute and just looked. Then she said, "My partner did a great job! Look at that tiny scar Karen, isn't that great?"
I did look over at Karen then and she looked at my scar and then looked up at me a little apologetically. She agreed with the doctor who then told me I could pull my pants up.
She and Karen then left the room and with my heart still racing I went out to the desk to pay my co-pay.
Naturally Karen was back at the desk. I must have been rather red faced as I paid and asked her if she was often called into the room with the doctor. She told me that it only happened a couple of times when they were short staffed. I guess I'm just lucky!
So the answer is yes! I loved being watched!