by Powerone
Joanna felt relieved. She thought she would have to strip immediately. Dr. Michaels seemed to be very sensitive to her needs and fears. She was glad that he was doing the examination. “Thank you,” she acknowledged gratefully and moved her chair closer, only inches from his.
Dr. Michaels's hands reached out and pushed her hair from the front of her shirt-covered breasts. “You have very beautiful hair, Joanna.” His fingers lightly brushed her face, feeling her shiver. “Joanna has a very nice pair of breasts,” he began to talk to the other doctors as if instructing them. His hands moved down, watching her eyes as they followed, not even flinching when his hands gently touched her breasts. “Very full and, we will soon discover, firm. Young girls’ breasts can be very sensitive so you must be careful when manipulating them."
Dr. Michaels now addressed himself to her, “If it hurts, just tell me Joanna and I will stop.” At her nod, he molded her breasts in his palms and hefted each globe, bouncing them gently. Joanna didn't protest this manhandling of her but tensed when he moved his fingers to the buttons of her shirt and began to unbutton the first one. “Relax, take a deep breath. It will be all right,” his voice soothing as he slowly unfastened her blouse.
Joanna's hands clenched on the chair as Dr. Michaels began to remove her blouse. This was not as she thought it would be. She expected she would be naked all at once, not with the doctor slowly undressing her like a lover. She wasn't sure how she felt about it. While it would be slower and less humiliating-or she thought it would be-the suspense was killing her. And the wetness she felt between her legs was surprising and embarrassing, like the feeling she got when she was making out with a boy. She felt him pull the short blouse to each side and knew her stomach was now completely naked, her bra revealed. She felt, rather than saw the doctors crane their necks to get a better view of her cleavage, her bra pushing up her twin peaks, a small gold cross highlighting the divide between them.
Dr. Michaels's hands returned to her bra-encased breasts, this time squeezing them a little harder, again with no protest coming from Joanna. Maybe she would enjoy a little pain; he thought and reminded himself to test her later. His hands ran lower on her body, feeling her suck in her stomach, unmoving as he touched her skin. He then stood up and walked behind her; she turned her head to see what he was doing. “Face the desk, Joanna, I'm going to remove your bra,” he ordered her. Her swift obedience pleased him. He touched her shoulders, enjoying the goose bumps appear as she trembled. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Good girl, Joanna,” then pushed her gently forward so his hands could find her bra catch. Over her shoulders, he watched her breasts push out her bra as she bent over, his cock jerking at the sight of her lovely globes.
She couldn't see him, but she felt his every touch on her body and trembled at the contact. As her bra was released, her breasts spilled free of their containment, straps hanging from her shoulders. She was still bent over, no one able to see her breasts yet, but she knew it was only a matter of time.
Dr. Michaels let the straps slide from her shoulders and down her arms. He pushed her hair forward, sliding the long blonde locks over her naked breasts. “Take off your bra, Joanna and put it on my desk.” Once more, she obeyed without question and he hoped her submissive attitude would continue when they would soon take advantage of her young body. He stood in front of her again; making sure her hair covered her naked breasts just as he liked to see it, though her palms were clutching her globes, hiding the naked treasures from their view temporarily.
She felt him touch her arms, knew his eyes were on her as he pulled her hands from her breasts. Now all eyes were on her breasts and she was exceedingly uncomfortable, as she knew they waited to see her naked mounds. Dr. Michaels brushed her hair forward again; Joanna felt relief as blonde hair covered her naked breasts, ignorant of his little fetish. She felt her nipples pucker and harden as her hair caressed them, ashamed that her body reacted to the stimulation and knowing they would surely notice. She looked into Dr. Michaels's eyes, silently pleading that he wouldn't detect her body's betrayal, but the smile he gave her was all knowing.
"Put your hands back on the arms of the chair, Joanna. I need to examine your naked breasts. Then he praised her, “You're being such a good girl."
She pressed her naked back against the cold chair, arching a bit, thrusting her chest out. Her hands turned white from gripping the chair so hard, her lips clenched in anticipation. She looked down, her breasts covered by her blonde hair, but hints of her naked globes peeked from beneath. It was almost as if she was teasing them.
"Now relax, Joanna. Dr. Stevens is going to take a few pictures. They are for the training lectures. Nothing to worry about.” But at his words, her hands shot up and covered her breasts again, a shocked look on her face. He stroked her cheek and pushed her hair from her eyes. “Relax, Joanna. It's normal procedure. We only use the pictures to compare to the doctors’ notes. It verifies or denies our analyses and is a very important diagnostic tool used by all teaching and research hospitals. Now put your hands back down,” he pressed, exerting a bit of force until she relented, her hands returning to the chair arms.
Joanna sat there as Dr. Michaels arranged her hair again, covering her breasts, his fingers accidentally grazing her nipples, the hard tips now twice their normal size. God, they were going to think she was a slut, getting excited just from a doctor's exam, she thought. Dr. Stevens now moved in front of her with a small digital camera. She closed her eyes as the flash went off repeatedly, cringing at how she must look. She felt someone come close to her. She opened her eyes, Dr. Michaels next to her face again.
"That's good, Joanna,” his voice scarcely above a whisper, “just a few more pictures then we'll move on to the examination."
He caressed the front of her, lightly brushing a few strands of her hair out of the way, staring as her nipples once again poked through. He moved out of the way and she shut her eyes as Dr. Stevens took more pictures, this time her nipples and areolas exposed to the harsh glare of the camera flash.
"Excellent, now open your eyes, Joanna.” Dr. Michaels sat in the chair in front of her. “Doctors,” he began and pulled back Joanna's hair, her breasts now fully exposed. Hefting her breasts in his hands, feeling her tremble as he let his fingers run over her nipples, teasing them, “you must be gentle when examining young girls’ breasts like Joanna's.” He smiled, “If you clench your hand on them, you can feel for lumps, bumps or thickening. Let your hand press in small circles all over the breast flesh, starting at the top outermost edge and spiral in to the nipple. You will notice that Joanna's nipples are extremely hard and long. Some patients may get sexually excited by this stimulation."
His fingers moved in toward her areolas, large dark brown circles the size of a half dollar. They ran over the flesh, tiny goose bumps appearing on her breasts as he did. He caressed both breasts simultaneously, watching her shift in her chair, obviously aroused by the manipulation of her breasts.
Joanna was so humiliated, unable to control her nipples, all of the doctors able to see how aroused she was. She felt the wetness between her legs, ashamed when they would do her pelvic and find her wet. Would it become worse when they completely stripped her and began to run their fingers over her pussy, as she was sure they would? “Mmmm,” she quietly moaned as his fingers gripped her nipples, tightening on the sensitive tips. She felt the pain as he twisted them right then left.
"Some girls like their breasts fondled a little harder than most. There is a fine line between pain and pleasure and nipples are very sensitive to this.” Dr. Michaels gripped her nipples a little tighter, his fingertips digging into the hard flesh. “Does that hurt too much Joanna? Would you like me to stop?” but he already knew the answer. Her lips were clenched tight, but her back was arched, her breasts thrust into his painful grip. Joanna said nothing but emitted a low moan. He pulled on her nipples, stretching them out over an inch, tightening his grip even more, not allowing them to escape his cruel fing
ers. “We will have to test her breasts and nipples later for tactile stimulation.” he told the other doctors, and then explained to Joanna, “we will place certain instruments on your areolas and nipples, Joanna, to make sure that your nerve endings are as responsive as they should be. It might be a little bit painful for you but it is a necessary part of the procedure."
"Doctors, gather over here. You can practice examination of the breasts on Joanna. Joanna, I want you to lace your hands behind your head. Be a good girl and obey."
Her nipples were being crushed, fingers still gripping them tightly, squeezing the blood from each. The blood exploded back into the tips when he released them, the pain quickly following. Now the others were going to touch them, would they do the same as Dr. Michaels did, make her nipples hard, arouse her further? She hesitated at his command, knowing the other doctors were already gathering around her half-naked body, their fingers eager to run over her firm flesh. She reluctantly complied, raising her arms, feeling her breasts rise up even higher, as she laced her hands behind her neck.
"Move your elbows out to the side now. This will tighten up the muscles, making the breast palpation much easier for the doctors. Now arch your back a little, Joanna. Yes, very good Joanna. See how firm her breasts are, the nipples pointed, no sag at all in them,” he told the doctors.
Joanna posed for them, frozen in position while they took turns running their hands over her breasts, each paying special attention to her nipples. They seemed bent on outdoing each other, trying to make her nipples harder than the man before. It was embarrassing because they succeeded. Fingers grabbed her nipples hard; one snapped her nipple with his fingernail, igniting a sharp pain that radiated from her nipple up her spine.
Dr. Michaels moved next to her again, whispering into her ear as Dr. Jameson, the last one pulled on her nipples, stretched each obscenely and twisted the pink nipples crushed beneath his calloused fingers “That's not so bad is it, Joanna? I think you are enjoying it a little,” he teased her, her face turned red with shame as her body betrayed her.
"Stand up now Joanna.” She rose from the chair, her breasts bouncing. He put his hands on her hips, turning her towards the other doctors. “Jeans are always so hard to get down, girls seem to buy them to fit like a second skin and Joanna's jeans are no exception. See how they cling to her buttocks?” Joanna's mortification was evident as he pointed this out to the others.
Dr. Michaels's hand caressed her ass with a touch that was a little bold. She felt his hand at her waist, unbuckling her belt, unbuttoning the top button before his fingers gripped the zipper. “I can do it,” she was near panic as she tried to grab the zipper from him, wanting to get it over with quickly. It was as if Dr. Michaels was slowly stripping her naked for their pleasure.
Dr. Michaels slapped her ass with his palm, “I will do it Joanna. Now, behave.” His voice was stern.
She was taken aback by his tone, the slap just barely registering through the thick jean material. She let her hands fall to the side, obeying his order, not sure why, but not wanting to find out what would happen if she didn't. “Yes, Dr. Michaels."
His hand returned to her zipper and began to slowly pull it down. The sound of the moving zipper broke the near silence in the room, joining only the echoes of the heavy breathing of the doctors. She felt his hand push in when her zipper reached bottom, touching her panty-covered pussy, the thin material the only barrier between his hand and her naked sex. She had forgotten that she had on a sexy thong, thinking that she would take off her clothes and put on a gown. Now they would see her in it, her ass cheeks naked.
Dr. Michaels reached up to the top of the jeans and pulled them over her flaring hips, making sure that her panties did not come down with them. He caught a glimpse of her ass cheeks, the thong leaving her almost naked in the back. He tugged farther, past the V in her legs, down to her knees. He let them sit there, trapping her legs together.
"Joanna has very smooth and silky skin,” he demonstrated by running his hand down the side of her naked hips, “reflecting her general good health.” He turned her sideways, so the other doctors could see her naked ass cheeks. “Her buttocks are a beautiful and healthy pink, she must also work out often as they are also tight,” his hand gripping one of her naked cheeks in his hand as he “lectured."
Joanna suddenly felt like nothing more than a doll. Dr. Michaels talked about her and touched her as if she wasn't real, only a doll to examine. She felt him grip her ass, her hips pushing forward as he did.
"You take good care of your body, Joanna, you should be proud of it. This doesn't embarrass you, does it?"
Here she was in the company of four older, strange men, naked from the waist up, her chest heaving, her nipples hard, her pants at her knees, a thong the only thing covering her sex and he was asking her if she was embarrassed? “No Dr. Michaels, I'm fine,” she lied, flashing him a fake smile as he continued to rest his palm on her naked ass cheeks.
"I knew you were very mature, Joanna. Now gentlemen,” his hand grabbed her thong at the waist and slowly lowered it, “we will remove Joanna's thong so we can exam her sex.” They all watched as her curls came into view, a nicely trimmed blonde bush that was almost invisible to the eye. The light, thin hair made her pussy almost bald like a twelve-year-old girl. He continued to pull it down until it was stopped at her knees by her jeans.
Now she was completely naked, made worse because her jeans and thong were gathered at her knees, binding her legs, looking like a little schoolgirl waiting for a bare bottom spanking. All eyes focused between her legs, her puffy pussy lips tugged tightly closed, her mound hiding her inner secrets. However, she knew it wouldn't be long, the cold metal examining table beckoning her. The ominous stirrups waiting to secure her legs, her sex made open and available, as they spread her wide.
"Please sit back down Joanna and slip off your jeans and thong. We need to proceed and will need you naked."
All eyes watched as she sat down and struggled to pull the jeans off, bending over to take off her shoes, her pendulous breasts hanging down. She started to pull off her jeans, bending her knees outward without thinking, affording them an unobstructed view of her pussy, which they didn't pass up. She tried not to look at their faces as she finally got the jeans and thong off, now completely naked, Dr. Michaels talking her only protection.
"Just a few more pictures Joanna, then I will need you on the exam table,” he spoke as if this was a completely normal part of the exam. “Please sit back firmly against the chair and keep your shoulders straight. Yes, that's a good girl. Now lace your hands behind your neck again. I want your breasts standing up."
This posing for them, her tits pushed out, her nipples still hard, her exposed wet pussy was more humiliating than anything she'd ever experienced. She cringed when the camera came forward again, her eyes squeezed tight as the camera flashed again and again, capturing her naked heaving breasts."
"Arch your back a little higher, Joanna. That's so good, yes. Get a picture of her hard nipples,” Dr. Michaels requested, then leaned in close to Joanna, his hand resting on her leg. “Now I need you to spread your legs open a little for the camera, Joanna. Can you do that for us?” He pushed between her tightly clenched thighs, feeling her tighten against his hands.
Her eyes shot open when she felt his hand press between her thighs. “No, please, don't take a picture down there,” she begged, feeling him pushing out on her tender thighs.
"Just a few, Joanna. Next time we have a mask that will cover your face so no one will recognize you, but for now we must insist that you spread your legs and open up your sex for the camera."
"A mask?” What kind of pictures could they possibly take that she'd need to wear a mask? She could no longer resist his hands, stronger than her thighs, her legs parting, moving towards the outside edge of the chair. She opened her eyes, looking down at her sex, her pussy lips beginning to spread apart, ashamed as she saw the glistening dew on her sex.
"It will b
e better with a mask, that way we won't accidentally get your face in the picture. Now relax your thighs, yes very good, a little bit farther,” feeling her legs spread. “Scoot forward a bit in the chair, Joanna. Yes, that's it. Such a good patient you are, Joanna."
"Take some pictures now,” he ordered Dr. Stevens.
Dr. Stevens knelt between her legs, his camera lens less than a foot from her open sex. She actually felt the heat of the flash as the camera flicked on and off, the click of the shutter deafening in the quiet room as her wide-open sex was captured for posterity.
She jumped when Dr. Michaels's hands touch her vulva.
"Joanna has very fleshy lips,” again demonstrating as he peeled them back exposing her pink inner skin to the camera. “Relax, Joanna. I just need to open you up so the camera can see inside you.” Her vagina now exposed, as was her clit hood. “Try to get a good picture without my fingers.” Dr. Stevens moved in for a real close up, now just inches from her sex.
"You will notice that Joanna has started to secrete juices. You can see it glisten when the camera flashes. The exam sexually arouses some patients and it is nothing to be ashamed of Joanna. A few have even had orgasms while being prodded with speculums."
Now they all knew that she was a slut. Dr. Michaels's fingers held her sex slit open, making her pussy tingle and drip in excitement. What must they think of her? God, could she really cum with them here? Yes, she knew she could. “I'm sorry, doctor,” humiliated at her body, her thoughts, not sure what to say, just knowing that she should say something.
They finally finished taking pictures, Dr. Michaels's hand gone from her pussy lips, Joanna feeling embarrassingly unfulfilled as she sat in the chair, decidedly aroused. She badly wanted to play with her clit until she would cum.