by Cariad Hal
At the clinic, the receptionist had told her to wait outside the lecture room. He had already started the lecture. It seemed she was late again. Anxiety started to well up inside her. He was always irritated by lateness. Her heart was thumping as she paced about. What did he want her to do? Obviously not take notes. Minutes passed. Finally, the door was flung open.
“Right, Thea. You made it at last,” he said tersely.
“I was only…”
He turned away dismissively. “I’m not interested in your reasons. Come in.”
The room was filled with students sitting on tiered seats. A medical bench faced them. Inwardly, Thea groaned. Not again.
“Dr. Day will continue to be our examination patient to illustrate the topic for today, which is continuing with basic female anatomy and noting similarities and differences with male anatomy. So, following on from the male lecture and examination yesterday, today we shall compare bottoms. That is, the rear, not the genitalia, which are clearly different. Dr. Day, come over to the end of the bench, please.”
She hesitated. “I’m… not undressed… or anything…”
“The result of your lateness.”
“And… I don’t want to…” she said nervously.
“‘Don’t want to’ what?”
“I don’t want to be a patient… again… and be… watched…”
“Your duty, so please step over to the bench. We have all seen many bottoms so let us proceed.”
She felt the power of his position intensely. She had no grounds for negotiation. Slowly she walked over to the bench.
“Bend over, lift your skirt, and drop your panties.”
She could have wept with humiliation as she leaned over the bench and exposed her bottom.
“Right, as you can see, there is no outward difference of the female rear to that of the male.” He pushed her skirt up higher to her waist, placed both hands on her buttocks, and stretched her cheeks apart. “Equally, the anus and surrounding tissues. The female anus is obviously smaller and there is less pubic hair than the male in this area, depending on whether either sex has removed it. Dr. Day has not and it is useful to be able to see the natural state of hair growth you may come across.”
This was so difficult and, even though her face was hidden, she could feel herself blushing.
“With both male and female, you must examine the total anal area and palpate the surrounding tissues and, of course, the rim of the anus.” He proceeded to prod her and her rim in demonstration.
Her mouth watered and she almost moaned with the stimulation.
He continued to talk to the students. “The male–female differences are apparent on internal examination.” He released her cheeks and reached for lubrication. “So, rectal penetration is necessary via the anal opening. Relax, please—it won’t take long.” He smeared the cold gel over her bottom hole.
Relax? Her muscle did exactly the opposite and tightened defensively. He attempted to push his finger into her but she could not release.
“Understandably the patient is feeling tense. The anal sphincter is very strong so you may need to facilitate relaxation to gain entry to the rectum. Syringe, please, nurse.”
Thea arched upward. “No, please!” She knew what he was going to do.
He pushed her firmly back down, took the syringe from the nurse, deftly pulled her cheeks apart, and inserted the needle in the rim of her anus. She cried out in pain.
“This can be a quite painful procedure,” he explained as he eased the needle in. “But does not take long.” He pulled the needle out and reinserted it in the lower edge of her rim. She cried out again and clutched the bench. She felt the needle slide out.
“Now, let’s get this internal done.” His finger rubbed around her rim. “Relax, please, Thea.”
The thought of being watched as he pulled open her crack and pushed his finger into her private hole filled her with shame. The squelch of the gel was audible as he twisted his finger in deeply. Her bottom felt full and she struggled to resist the urge to empty herself.
“Don’t resist, please,” he ordered. He must have felt her pushing.
“Clearly, what you should be aware of is the absence of the prostate gland.” He pushed his finger in and out, over and over, as he felt inside her, and even through the embarrassment, the stimulation on her rim was intense. Slowly he slid his finger out and released her. “Next, insert a rectal speculum, have a good look at the internal membranes and take a swab for analysis.”
A cold, hard speculum was shoved inside her and the jaws opened to stretch her bottom hole painfully wide, making her gasp. Her hands were slipping with sweat as she held on to the bench. She felt the dragging of the swab as he wiped her insides for a sample, and everyone peered into her gaping bottom. Shamefully, even through this horror of being watched as he scraped deep inside her bottom, she could feel her genitals begin to throb. She knew she was wet between her legs. How was it possible to feel aroused while her hole was stretched to its limits by the hard metal jaws and swabs shoved in? She was sore from the spanking and now sore from the stretching of her bottom hole. She could not do this again and would tell him so. This ‘duty’ was a step too far.
Then it was over. The speculum was out and clattered in the specimen dish on the trolley. He whipped off his gloves, throwing them into the bin.
“Excellent. Thank you, Dr. Day. You may get up and are free to go.”
The students actually clapped in appreciation for the ‘show’ she had given them. She could not look at them… or him. Wriggling her panties up and skirt down, she grabbed her bag and hurried out. Outside the room, she leaned against the wall in exhaustion. A passing nurse asked if she was okay, did she need anything. She shook her head.
“No, thanks. I’m fine. Really. Probably just need a coffee. Thanks, anyway.” Her voice was a little shaky and breathless. She really did need a boost of caffeine.
Chapter 22
She had forced herself to shop after the coffee but even the shopping had not taken her mind off things. Driving back to the house, her thoughts that she had had enough been growing more insistent in her mind. The soreness in her bottom only brought her back to realizing the position she was in. How intolerable was it becoming to bare herself to others for what gain? She had the car but had lost the apartment and the lucrative job. How far could she trust what he saw as the point of all this—her sensual release?
It was all so weird and confusing. Longings for sexual relief were growing. Her desires to relieve her body were stirring again after so long. It was a good feeling. But when would he allow her to finger herself for relief? When could she fuck again?
Wow! She had not thought about that for a good long time and it jolted her mind. Maybe all this was working. Maybe being forced not to work or study was loosening her control, her discipline. Maybe his gorgeous hands on her body… her heart began to beat faster. She groaned, not understanding and not being able to relieve herself. She was stuck in inertia and something would have to give.
Back at the house, he was already home. She had not rushed to get back; she felt she had earned some space and freedom after ‘performing’ again. The door opened as she reached it.
“You’re late. Where have you been?”
She pushed past him and swung around. “Treating myself. Rewarding myself to help me get over you humiliating me again.”
He watched her intently. She was gratified to see some respect in his eyes.
“I see.” He paused. “Come to the library.” He strode off.
She was annoyed. He expected her to comply with his every command. But she followed, as she always did.
He sat down at his desk, leaned back, superior. “Sit down,” he ordered. “Now, talk to me.”
“About what?”
“About you, the history of you. What you think. What you desire. What you want from your life.”
“I… don’t know… what to say. Why, anyway?” She was confused.
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nbsp; “Because you are interesting… and I like you. I like to hear you talk.” His voice was soothing and deep, almost as probing as his hands.
So she began, with anything. It was hard with him sitting opposite her, so superior, commanding, impossibly handsome. She rambled on, incoherently it seemed to her. Disjointed facts, memories, and feelings tumbled out. It surely could not make any sense to him. She looked up at him. He was watching her intently and smiled warmly.
“It’s good to see you relax, Thea. Good to see more of the real you. Do you feel less tense, now?”
She nodded. “Strangely, yes,” she admitted.
“That’s excellent. Let’s move on a little, then. Undo your top and pull up your bra,” he said gently.
She frowned. Had she heard him correctly? Why did he always confuse her?
He got up and walked around the desk to sit on its edge in front of her. “Undo your blouse and lift up your bra, Thea.”
Still she hesitated. “Why? I thought you wanted me to talk…?”
“Continuing your treatment. I want to examine your breasts.”
“Yes, but…”
“Freely talking has released some of your anger and frustrations and you feel more relaxed, more open.”
He was right. She did feel drained of the animosity she had been feeling. Slowly she undid her blouse and pushed up her bra, exposing her breasts. Her heart was thumping. He leaned forward and pushed her blouse more open to her sides, eased her bra up higher, fully releasing her breasts. Gently he began to touch them, making her catch her breath. The cool air puckered her nipples.
“You have exceptional breasts, Thea,” he said softly. “How could you not think so?”
“My nipples are so big…” she began breathlessly.
He pinched her nipples with his fingers and rolled his palms against their hardness. He shook his head. “No, they are excellent and to be admired and go well with your large clitoris. You must rejoice in them, not deride them. And it is quite all right at this stage in your treatment to feel your sexual response to your breasts being touched. Yes, it is an examination but you also have the freedom to sensually enjoy it. Just like you used to before you tied yourself up in knots of control and too much discipline. You forgot to remember you. Now, enjoy this a little.”
All the time he gently massaged her breasts. Taking one hand away, he reached under her skirt, gently pushing her legs apart and slipping his fingers inside her panties. She gasped and gripped the arms of the chair.
“What are you doing?” she panted.
“Checking the level of connection between your breasts and genital response. You are lubricating well. You feel it?”
She nodded, unable to speak.
He removed his hands from her panties and her breasts. “Good. You are responding well. Your sexual responses are improving greatly and are much more spontaneous.”
Her taut body sank deeper into the chair as he released her. My god, he could not leave her hanging like this? She moaned involuntarily.
He smiled down at her. “It’s good you can accept some level of sexual stimulation again. Good progress. Are you happy to move on at some point?”
All thought of telling him that she was fed up with being his demonstration model had dissipated. This change in his treatment protocol felt too good. She wanted to see what would come next so she nodded.
“Good. But, for now, go to bed and get some sleep.”
Thea looked up at him. Was he serious? Her body was pulsating in response to his stimulation and he was leaving her high?
He registered her thoughts and smiled. “We don’t want to rush things. Patience. Now go to bed.”
“No, you can’t leave me like this,” she said breathlessly.
“Like what?” he challenged.
“You know what…”
“Are you telling me you are feeling in sexual need, Thea? Frustrated sexually?” He smiled at her as she realized what he was saying. “Are you dropping your guard? Is the real Thea emerging? As I said, excellent progress. Now, go to bed. I shall come up and see you presently and see how you are settling.”
It was no good. He was learning how her body and mind responded and she had no resistance to it, especially now in her heightened state.
Chapter 23
He did not return, leaving her high and by no means dry. Her body yearned for release. Did he expect her still not to touch? She allowed her fingers to slide over her urgent button, her body jerking at her touch. But she could not do it. Tomorrow he would know and she would not be able to hide her guilt. In her frustration she felt annoyed. Again the questions arose. Why was she still here? There was nothing wrong with her, especially as she was very aware of her body again and flooded with urgent needs that were driving her to distraction when he left her like this. Could he not finish what he had started? Even if he used a vibrator, or let her use one. Anything.
But what she really needed was his hands on her, his hands on her bottom, his fingers in her hole and, desperately, him fucking her anyway he desired. But it was not going to happen. He was her superior and her doctor as he continually reminded her. Fucking her was not on his agenda, not part of his treatment protocol. Releasing her sexually was. Well, he had done that. Such a short time ago, she was tight, controlled, disciplined with every fiber of her being. Now her insides churned and her mind rolled in turmoil. Her stability had gone. She could only think of him with longing, relishing thoughts of him probing and examining her breasts, her sex, and her anus. But there was no way she could tell him. Patients or clients or colleagues, or whatever she was here, did not beg their doctor to fuck them.
She sighed. She would have to leave. He had done his job, as far as she could see, and there was no more to be done. She wanted to have sex again but it would not be happening there so there was no future. She would only be staying so she could feel his touch on her body again. And that would be as torturous as it was divine when ultimately she could not have him. She needed to move on and forget about him and this place; needed to find out if it was only him who fired her body this way or could she find that with someone else.
She had the car even if she had lost the apartment, so she had got one of the reasons she was there in the first place. She would need to get a job. Her old wants were creeping back. Maybe she should stay a little longer? Finish the ‘treatment’? At that thought, flicks of excitement shot through her belly. She groaned and rolled restlessly in the bed. She would never get to sleep feeling this way.
“To hell with him,” she muttered. She had to.
Chapter 24
“Wake up.”
His stern voice cut through her deep sleep. In an instance she was awake. He knew. How could he? She rolled onto her back and looked up at him, wide-eyed. His anger was evident. Sitting down beside her, he pulled back the bedcovers, pushed up her top, and pulled down her panties. She wanted to protest but dared not.
“Pull up your knees,” he demanded.
She drew them up and, roughly, he pushed them apart so she was fully open to him. There was no kindness in his touch, no softness. He pushed his skilled fingers deep into her vagina and pulled back her hood with his other hand. She caught her breath with his roughness. Her clit slipped out, still swollen from the gorgeous workout she had given it last night. He had seen enough of her to know her labia were still engorged. And her sex was dripping.
“Well?” he demanded again, withdrawing his fingers. His voice was cold.
“Well, what?” she countered, lowering her knees and covering herself
“You know precisely ‘what.’ I have specifically told you not to masturbate.”
“It’s my body. You stimulate me. You’ve taken me to orgasm, why can’t I?”
“It does not follow your treatment program.”
“You should be glad, surely? You want me to be more sexually aware, and now that I am, you are not satisfied. So when do you tell me or do I tell you when I’m ready? Tell me. I need to know.
And either you give me relief, or I have to.”
“I’m your doctor, not your partner.” He got up to leave.
“Then discharge me… so I’m free to go.”
“Discharge you from what? Your agreed commitment to my instructions or your treatment?”
“I don’t know,” she said, flustered and confused.
“You are not ready for either. In my opinion. For now, we are where we are, and I want you at the clinic at ten a.m. so get up. I’ll see you there.” He left the room.
“I won’t!” she screamed, reaching down and throwing her shoe at the door. Her heart was thumping.
Immediately the door opened again and he strode in. “Get up, Thea. Now! I won’t let you do this.”
She straightened up defiantly. “Do what?”
“Jeopardize your well-being, your sensual being, your peace of mind.”
“What do you know… or care?”
“I repeat, I am your doctor. You are in the middle of a treatment program to which you freely committed yourself having rightly recognized your needs. As your doctor, your care is in my hands and I am not in the habit of cutting short treatment. You clearly do not fully understand so we shall go back a step. Now get up.”
She could not defy him. She was in awe of his command. Slowly she stood up from the bed.
“What are you going to do?” she said tremulously.
“Spank you. Hard and thoroughly.”