Tara's Humilating Medical Exam

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. All characters are over the age of 18. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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I sighed as 3:00 rolled around. Another long day at my medical offices, jumping from room to room as my nurse kept everything in order behind the scenes. Looking at the calendar, there was one more appointment for the day -- a follow-up appointment for Tara Smith. Of my hundreds of patients, I instantly remembered this one. During her first visit a few weeks ago, while performing her internal exam, she had become somewhat aroused and noticeably wet. With the ever-stern Nurse Hampton in the room observing, my discipline of remaining professional was never tested, so it was easy to keep things on the up and up. But my mind was already beginning to wander as I thought about this next patient; one of the sexiest I had ever laid eyes on. Was I willing to see where this could go and how far I could push things? God how I wanted to see. But how to get rid of Nurse Hampton who would go ape shit if she noticed anything inappropriate?

Quickly heading to where the office staff sits, I made sure all was in order. I then dismissed them so they could get an early start on the weekend. I assured my office manager that I would finish off the insurance information after Ms. Smith's appointment and scurried them out the door.

Glancing through the glass, I saw the ever-sexy patient waiting to be called into the examination room. She was wearing an extremely short skirt which showed off her wonderfully toned and smooth legs. Her top seemed to be working hard to hold two perfectly shaped breasts. She fidgeted nervously as she was the only person left in the waiting room. I even noticed the clear outlines of her nipples from about 15 feet away. Could it be possible that she anticipated this appointment for the same reasons I did? Surely not, but regardless, my blood was beginning to flow as I felt a hardness began to take hold in my pants.

Now the hard part. I went to the back of the office and told Nurse Hampton that she could go ahead and leave early. She immediately put up a fight saying she could not allow a male doctor alone with a female patient. After some heated argument, my patience ran out. Raising my voice, I simply ordered her to leave reminding her that I oversaw this office. Glaring at me, she began to reluctantly pack her things and then walked out the back door leaving it to slam in my face. Quickly, I made sure all the exits were locked, then headed up to the front to retrieve my patient.

"Ms. Smith, I'm ready for you." The words I had just spoken seemed to hang in the air with underlying meaning. Her head snapped up as she took in the situation. She stuttered and fell over her words as she tried to ask why there was no nurse to come and get her. Amused with her discomfort, I assured her that all was well and that the nurses all had to leave for the day. I said, "If you feel awkward about things, I would be happy to re-schedule your appointment, but please know that I am in very high demand, and my next availability will be about six weeks out."

After what seemed an eternity of her wringing her hands, looking around as if someone would come to her aid, and even a bit of a trembling lip, she said, "Well six weeks is an awfully long time. I guess we should keep this appointment."

"Excellent," I replied, "let's get started, shall we?" As she rose, I walked over to the front door and locked it as well. The foreboding on her face suggested that the loud click of the mechanism tumbling into place had finalized her fate. Her nipples seemed to have even hardened a bit more, so I knew that an extensive exam would be in order.

I escorted her to an exam room and asked her to sit. Wheeling my stool directly in front of her, I sat down with clipboard in hand. Starting off with some innocuous questions, she almost seemed to relax a bit. Not that I had lulled her into a false sense of security, it was time to knock her a bit off-balance. Intentionally switching to her first name "Tara, the law requires me to be quite thorough with my collecting of your medical background, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you some personal questions."

Recoiling a bit, she said. "Well, well, what kind of questions?"

Nothing not allowed by the AMA I replied... all very important. Here we go...

"How often do you masturbate?"

The poor girl looked like she had been hit in the gut. "Doctor, I, I, mmmm, I guess I never really thought about it."

"Tara, I'm an important man. If you insist on wasting my time, this appointment will not go well for you. Please answer the questions with honesty."

I was overjoyed with her discomfort as she finally replied, "Yes, I masturbate".

"NOT what I asked Tara! How often?"

Again, an extended delay before she finally uttered, "Well, I guess it's ok to tell you if it's for medical reasons. About three times a day."

I looked up and stared at her, then smirked as I pretended to make s series of notes on my clipboard. Her face reddened as humiliation set in. Simultaneously, those glorious nipples were showing even more.

I carefully selected my words as I asked, "And do you use a manual technique, or do you augment your sessions with toys?"

Seeming offended, she refused to answer, so I simply waited her out. Finally, it came out, "I use toys, doctor." We would have to come back to some details on that one later, but it was time to get things going.

Ok, let's get started with the exam, please disrobe down to your panties. She seemed to be waiting for something, so I asked, "Well?"

"Aren't you going to leave while I get into a robe?"

"Tara, I AM A DOCTOR! My time is valuable. Please disrobe and sit on the table. Unless you question my professionalism, we have no need for a robe. Would you prefer to leave now? This is your last chance! Either stay and do things my way without questions or leave now."

She began trembling but after an eternity, began taking off her shoes, her top, and finally that skirt that was about the width of a belt.

Judging by her sexy lingerie, she had outfitted herself to influence whoever was privileged enough to see her in this state. Matching pink bra and thong, and my god, but could she pull it off. Wow!

Stopping, I demanded she remove her bra. Hesitating, she finally complied. I asked her to place it by a chair on the far side of the exam room. A lame excuse so I could see her ass, but who cares. And what an ass it was as that thong crawled impossible high up into her glorious cheeks. This was going to be a thorough exam.

Having her sit down back on the table, I stood to do a cursory exam and take her vitals. I didn't even care about her elevated BP at this point, that wasn't what I was interested in today. "Tara, I am going to conduct your breast exam now." I was standing very close to her as I began. I circled ever so slowly towards her nipples. I explained I would now be testing her responses and began barely rubbing my finger across her sensitive nubs. Her breath had quickened and looking down, I noticed a wet spot forming on her thong. Without warning, I grabbed both nipples at the same time gave them a solid if not harsh squeeze. She immediately reacted by grabbing my hands to prevent me from doing this.

I stepped back and told her in my firmest voice, "Tara that is unacceptable. As a professional, I will not stand for this lack of respect. Should we end this examination right now?"

"No doctor, please! I am so sorry. It won't happen again."

"Tara, I want to believe you, but I need to be reassured." I stopped and said nothing while allowing my words to sink in. I then added, "The schools I went to believed in corporal punishment, and I for one can attest to the efficiency of this approach. If you are willing to be taught a bit of lesson, I would feel a lot better about us getting your poor behavior under control."

Her hesitation was exquisite, but my wait was richly rewarded when without any further instruction, she stood and moved to my side where I was perched on my stool. I gently took a hold of her wrist as she allowed herself to be pulled across my lap. She had to notice the pressure coming up from my hardness, but she said nothing.

Staring at those beautiful cheeks intersected by her pink thong, I said, "Tara, I can only hope that you will learn this. My educators could be quite harsh, and there was only one acceptable method for this so that it will work properly." I then grabbed the waistband of her thong and began to peel it down. The crotch was completely drenched! What a gloriously bad girl I had splayed across my knees. With her ass raised impossibly high into the air, I then explained, "Tara, before I begin, I need to make sure you have no existing injuries or conditions. I will need to perform a brief exam. Please don't make trouble and spread your legs for me."

Waiting patiently, she finally edged her legs apart just a few inches.

"Tara!" I exclaimed, "We don't have all day here. You know this will not do. Wider, much wider!"

This time, I didn't have to wait long. She spread her legs apart for me showing a beautifully puckered anus, and the signs of what appeared to be a fully drenched pussy. Just to make sure she knew who was in charge, I then put my hands between her legs and pushed them even wider -- as far as they would go. I announced that I was beginning my inspection as I ran my right hand gingerly all over those glorious ass cheeks. When I ran a single finger by the top of the beginning on her crack, and traced lightly over her asshole, she gasped, and exclaimed, "Please, no one has ever touched me there."

As I moved my finger back to rest on her forbidden hole, but without any pressure, I said, "Tara, I am as gentle and as good of a doctor as you will ever meet. Later, I WILL need to examine you there, but for now we will move on."

Her throaty and guttural moan told me she might put up some modest objection to this, but that it would all be for show.

"Tara, are you ready to start your punishment?"

"Tara, are you sure you are ready for your punishment?" Hearing nothing, I brought my right hand down swiftly on her gloriously upturned, perfect ass, which was being held firmly over my knee by my left hand. She immediately jumped with a loud, "Owwww, oh, that's way too hard!"

"Quiet down!" I exclaimed and planted another firm one on the left cheek getting an equal reaction. And so began with a steady rhythm, left cheek, right cheek. After a minute or two of this, something fascinating and wonderful happened. Tara began grinding herself on my lap. What a nasty girl this one was! And I could feel her glorious wetness through my slacks. All the while, her cheeks were taking on an ever so light rosy red. It felt exquisite as her grinding was rubbing right on my dick thus causing my erection to grow.

I kept this up for several more minutes, and as the spanking caused her cheeks to get even redder, I decided to give poor Tara a break. While she was recovering, and as her breathing finally began to slow, I rubbed her ass in a soothing way. "What a good girl you have been! I am so proud of you for managing to turn your disobedience around. It appears you are learning to be compliant."

With that, I lowered my hand and with the intention of exploring the circumference of her pussy lips.

Her shyness had her quickly try to protect her modesty as she immediately closed her legs together, thus blocking my attempts.

"Keep your legs spread!" I barked. She quickly obeyed. As hard as it might be, Tara was beginning to learn that her place in this doctor/patient interaction was to obey and not question.

Returning to my exploration of the outer lips of her pussy, in a single motion, I pushed a finger deep inside her. "Ugggghhhhh, oh my gawd!" she exclaimed. But there was no complaint this time.

She was so wet that I questioned, "Tara, you should be ashamed of yourself. Getting wet while getting punished! How embarrassed you must be! Explain yourself."

Well, there wasn't really much she could say to answer that, so I let it go, but all the while, kept my finger inside her and began sawing it back and forth, occasionally taking it out and stroking her clit. She was rocking back and forth now trying to get more pressure from me. I wasn't about to let her off that easy, so I stopped my movement, and with my finder inside her asked, "Tara, can I assume that we won't need any more corrective actions and that you will behave for me, yes?"

Again, a slight delay as she seemed to carefully consider the words she chose, "Yes sir, I promise to behave, I'm sorry about my transgressions."

I had ceased fucking her with my finger, but surprisingly, Tara now began movement of her own, back and forth against my finger. I allowed this for a bit, but didn't assist her at all. I simply held my finger as a constant and allowed her body to work overtime to get minimal movement and do the work of trying to get the small amount of available friction that her high state of heat had her now craving.

"What a tight and greedy pussy you have. Are you always this horny Tara?"

With an embarrassed face, she allowed, "No sir! I am so sorry about this. I'm not sure what is happening to me." I loved how she had given up any notion that she would be able to control the events of the day.

"Tara, that is quite all right. To properly complete your tests, you need to trust in your body and how it responds to today's examination. If you don't relax and let go, we will not get proper readings. Are we good?"

"Yes sir,' she quickly agreed.

After some additional "testing" with my finger in her tight and oh so wet hole, I removed it and said, "Let's move forward and get you into the chair. I want to make sure I have plenty of time and don't have to rush the rest of your tests."

It seemed like her submissiveness was complete as she immediately got up and parked herself in the chair against the wall of the exam room.

Staring at her, my arms crossed now, I said, "Tara, I have a better idea. Follow me." I led her out of the exam room and down the hall to my private office. Relishing in her nervousness as she obediently followed me, wondering if anyone would pop out and see her in a completely naked state, she tried to cover herself up by crossing her arms. "There will be no need for that nonsense in my offices," I said, "I'm your doctor and have things firmly in control."

"Yes sir," she replied with a resigned look on her face accompanied by a fully submissive tone in her voice.

Turning a couple of corners, we entered my office. This is where I keep a rather special chair. This one looks a lot like the regular medical chairs you will find in thousands of doctor's offices right up until you get to the leather wrist and ankle restraints located in a few key places.

Tara gasped and backed up when she noticed this. She seemed to hold her breath, and with genuine concern, asked "Doctor, could we please go back to the regular room for the exam?"

"Absolutely not!" I admonished. "You have shown yourself to be less compliant than what I require for your exam. This is a component of Subsection Three of Chapter Nine of the American Gynecological Guidelines, "I fired off. Lame, I know, but Tara had become so subservient it didn't matter.

"Now be a good girl and hop up onto the chair before I lose my patience," I said. With resignation, she moved slowly toward the chair, climbed in, and sat carefully down on the specially ordered red leather. Knees held tightly together, arms now covering her breasts, she seemed genuinely nervous as I pulled around a tray ominously covered with a cloth.

I then sat down on my stool close to her head and spoke softly. "Tara, this exam will be extensive. Far more thorough than any you have ever had. It is very important that I make sure your health is tip-top shape. Let's get started, shall we?"

Not waiting for an answer, as none was coming, I gently lifted her right arm and tightly buckled the corresponding leather strap to her wrist and then attached it to an O-ring high over her head. I repeated this with her left wrist. With her hands and arms now unable to move, I then pulled out a belt attached to the underside of the table which strapped around her waist. This effectively immobilized her torso. At this point, Tara was so nervous that she had her knees crisscrossed as she attempted to maintain some modicum of modesty, but I wasn't having any of it.

Roughly grabbing her left leg first, I placed it up into the leg brace, I took the restraint attached to it and securely fastened her leg so that she had no movement there at all. Now the same with her right leg. Her legs were not actually spread that far apart... yet, so now, Tara needed to be reminded that I was in charge. Some adjustments would be required.

I first went behind her head, and turning a hidden crank several times, the mechanism pulled on the wrist restraints stretching them out as high as they could go. Now the part I had so looked forward to. Heading to the far end of the table, I located the opposing mechanism which controlled leg width. With an ominous clicking sound, the legs braces began an agonizingly slow widening, stretching Tara's knees and legs wide apart and revealing her in a way that had her face now contorted with concern. Wider and wider they went until her legs simply couldn't flex any more. At this point, Tara begged, "Please Doctor. If you put me in the regular chair, I promise you I will behave."

"Nonsense!" I exclaimed, "You have proven that I cannot depend on you to manage your behavior. This is what is best for you, and who knows better about that than your doctor. So not another word about it, or you will be harshly disciplined in a way that you have never imagined." That silenced her pretty good. She may not have liked it, but she had returned to a submissive and docile state.

I was worried that I might have taken things to far, so I went and stroked her hair and whispered in her ear that everything would be ok and that if she behaved herself, things would go much better for her. I then took a step back to admire this beautiful, trussed up creature that lay before me. What a sight she was! Her breasts were heaving as her nervous breathing was on the increase. Her beautiful nipples betrayed her excited state as they seemed to clearly give away that she was looking forward to what was next. Her legs were splayed so far apart that every bit of her was on display to me - from her dampened sex to all the way down to her forbidden hole. All of this had my dick getting quite hard. Now to begin.

First, I returned to her breasts where I had been cut short earlier. Explaining that thorough testing would be needed, I began caressing and squeezing each one in turn, I began sucking on one while pinching the other. I continuously upped the pressure and while licking and sucking her right nipple, squeezed her left one between my fingers with a new firmness. She moaned and began bucking, but the restraints kept her from moving. Switching sides, now to pinch on the right while my mouth was on her left, I squeezed yet harder. "Arrrrrgggghhhhh!!" she screamed. But again, her body gave her away as there was then renewed moaning while those glorious nipples had grown even larger.

Time to let that part of her body relax a bit and move my attention elsewhere. Wheeling my stool between her tightly restrained legs, I sat down. The first thing I noticed was how wet the surrounding area had become. The table below her pussy was soaked.

"Tara, you are obscenely wet. You are not supposed to enjoy your breast exam! You know it is part of the required tests and not designed to stimulate you. Can you explain yourself?"

She was without words for several seconds, but eventually said, "I'm so sorry about that Doctor. I hope you don't think it's necessary, but if you determine I need to be disciplined again, I will understand." I loved the subservient tone in her voice as she referred to me as the authoritative "Doctor". And it was a good thing she couldn't see the broad smile on my face.

Turning back to the task at hand, I explained to Tara that normally I would use gloves for her internal exam. But given the circumstances, standard medical standards would prevail, and they dictated that it would be necessary for me to go gloveless so that I could gain an accurate assessment.

Sliding a finger just barely inside her, at first there was no reaction, but I knew it just a matter of time. Not having to wait long, Tara soon began to whimper, and after a moment, was practically begging for more, wiggling in attempt to get more of my finger. I obliged by ever so slowly sawing it in and out of her wet opening. Her moaning had now grown in volume, and looking up, I saw her eyes screwed shut as she writhed in pleasure. Soon, I added a second finger which Tara received with eagerness. I kept this up for a while, but when she started to tremble and get close to an orgasm, I immediately slowed things down and then stopped altogether. Tara actually began whimpering and then I heard an almost imperceptible, "Please!!!"

"Please what, Tara?" I asked.

An embarrassed voice eventually allowed, "Please let me cum doctor."

"Tara, that is not one of the objectives of the standard medical practices we observe. But you have thus far been a pretty good patient, so we will see if we can make an exception. But first, let's move on to some of your other tests."

With that, I pressed a button which caused the leg braces to go up and back to an almost impossible level. This exposed Tara to me even more so than before. Her gorgeous crinkly rear entrance seemed to be staring at me, beckoning almost. I explained to Tara that a properly thorough exam would require some tests that she had likely not experienced before. She knew where I was headed with this and started to object, but I was ready and instantly cut her off. "Tara, I am tired of your insolence. Don't make me gag you or worse." I threatened.

Again, she seemed to resign herself to her fate, at least temporarily so. The submissiveness returned as she said, "I'm sorry Doctor. I hope I haven't let you down."

"Don't let it happen again Tara. Hush now and let me complete my required tasks."

Getting some lube on the index finger of my right hand, I first took my left and began another vaginal "exam". No lube needed for that. Her wetness was on full display. My finger was sawing in and out of her and caused her breathing to start to quicken yet again. I kept this up for a while to distract her, and then sensing the time was right, I placed my lubed finger at the entrance to her anus. She immediately froze and said, "Please doctor, not there. Please no. Please! No one has ever touched me inside there."

"Tara, what kind of doctor would I be if I neglected to give you a full exam? I am required by law to do this. I must penetrate you to perform a properly thorough rectal exam. Would you have me be sued for malpractice?" I practically shouted.

With that, I started lightly tapping at her most forbidden entrance. At the same time, I shifted my other hand to focus on her clit. A moment of two of a teasing and stroking there, and a significant amount of focus was pulled away from her prior concerns.

I seized the opportunity and gave the slightest pressure to her glorious, but still resisting asshole. After a couple of minutes, however, her ever so tight virgin hole yielded and finally allowed me to get just the very tip of my finger inside of her. Encouraged, I ever so gently wiggled my way around until my finger was eventually about halfway inside her. Now that I was firmly ensconced in her velvety warmth, I increased my attention to her clit by increasing my speed there, and eventually, her succulent rear entrance loosened enough to the point that I could go a bit deeper. Exploring a bit from side to side, with gentle wiggles, I was eventually able to shift to a nice rhythm of my finger moving in and out of her now fully receptive hole.

"Oh gawwwd! What is happening to me?" she asked to no one in particular. It was soon after that when her trembling and moaning picked up to a heightened level. A slow build up, but I could tell a crescendo was on the way.

"Tara, do you want to cum? Do you think you deserve it"

"Oh yes Doctor, please, more than anything. Pleeeeeeeeease!!!" She shouted.

And with that I went to town with my tongue rapidly licking her clit and began a deep and insistent invasion with fingers in both her ass and her pussy. Sweat was beading up all over her body as she was in such a heightened state. She was getting close, and as she started to shake and tremble, her long-awaited orgasm was almost ready to overtake her. She thrashed her head from side to side and momentarily didn't even breathe. Tara then let out a series of deafening, guttural shouts of ecstasy. There was a new level of wetness in her pussy, so I quickly added a second finger there and curled them back toward me as I attempted to stimulate her G-spot. This combination of attention put her over the top as she seemingly lost complete control of her body, and as she tensed up, both her holes tightened around my fingers, seemingly sucking them in deeper, refusing to give up their hold. She shook and yanked at her bonds as the orgasm overtook her. She had her eyes screwed shut as she spasmed with wave after wave of pleasure. My tongue and fingers continued their attention as she screamed in unintelligible words. Her wonderfully sexy pussy and asshole both gripped and released me in time with her spasms. Bucking against the bonds, the table shook as she thrashed about through the rolling and extended orgasm.

This continued for an unknown amount of time, but when she finally began to come down from her orgasmic high, her head was now slumped over from exhaustion as she took deep breaths to recover from the sweet torture I had put her through. Covered in a glistening amount of sweat from the exertion of which she had no control, she finally looked up at me with a smile, but she wasn't quite able to speak.

Giving her a couple of minutes of quiet, her breathing eventually began to slow and almost returned to normal. Unwilling to give up my enjoyment of her glorious body, my fingers were still deep inside her. Knowing all good things must come to an end, I reluctantly, very slowly pulled my two fingers out of her now rather swollen pussy. A final stroke across her sensitive clit with my tongue had her jump as if she had been given a quick shock. Nonetheless, I noticed a small smile across my now fully submissive patient.

With my last contact with her body, I very gently worked my finger in and out of her now more loosened rear end for a moment or two more. She seemed to purr, now enjoying this new feeling. After relishing in that for a bit, I eventually removed it as well which elicited a disappointed sigh from Tara. I adjusted the settings of the restraints to provide her a bit slack so that she could relax a bit, but for now, kept her bound.

"That was an unbelievable exam. Doctor, thank you so much for being so professionally thorough. I hope I was a good patient."

"Tara, you ARE a good patient, one of the best I have ever had the pleasure to treat, but your time here is not finished yet today. I have more tests to run. Is that going to be a problem?" I asked. "I will have to use one of my most valuable instruments for an even more thorough internal exam. I don't expect that I will hear any backtalk from you about that, correct?"

A little too enthusiastically, but with downcast eyes and a submissive tone, she replied, "Doctor, you're the professional here. I will do whatever you deem necessary and accept whichever tests you require. After all, this is paramount for my health, right?"

"Tara, I am so pleased that you now understand the pureness of my motivations. What a delightful patient you are"

"But Doctor, I do have a question."

"What's that Tara?" I asked.

"Do you think a follow-up appointment will be needed?" she coyly asked, her embarrassment (and nipples) growing.

"Tara, I'm relatively certain that most, if not all, of these tests will need to be repeated to ensure accuracy."

Tara's seemed pleased but then said, "But Doctor, but, but..."

"What's wrong my dear?" I asked.

"Well, I know that you said you were booked for six weeks out, I'm just worried that waiting that long could adversely affect my health. You will make sure I stay healthy, yes?

I turned away so she couldn't see my beaming face and replied, "Well, it will be a challenge, but I will do my best to get you onto the calendar sooner."