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The
Librarian's Embarrassing
Examination
I was
still feeling light headed and slightly
disorientated as Headmistress marched me
along with the rest of the class down the
hall to the physical examination room. She
pointed to a wooden, old church pew along
one wall and I was looking forward to
sitting there to collect my thoughts but
instead was directed to climb up on one of
the two examination tables in the room and
sit there.
There
were two doctors in attendance, one male
and the other, female. The male, a Doctor
Smith, briefly introduced himself, lightly
slapping my knee as he told me to relax.
It wasn't easy, sitting there on the cold,
white vinyl padding of the table with the
rest of the class sitting on the wooden
bench opposite watching everything that
was going on. Shane was called by the
female doctor and told to remove his
clothes before taking a seat on the
examining table next to mine. His erection
was unmistakable even before he fully
undressed. There was a brief moment where
everybody in the room became distracted
away from me towards the sight of his
erect penis bobbing straight up and out of
his loins although the three new boys in
class quickly turned their attention back
to me when my doctor wrapped his arms
around me.
I
immediately tensed, thinking he was about
to embrace me and try to kiss me.
Instinctively I turned my head to the side
as his arms wrapped tighter but relaxed
slightly when I felt him fumbling for the
clasp of my bra. A moment later and I felt
the straps slacken around my ribs. I
reluctantly lifted my arms enough so he
could remove my bra completely, which he
did, using the opportunity to stroke his
fingers down the full length of my arms as
he removed it. I shivered and felt the
skin all over my body prickle with goose
bumps - a rash that caused me to blush
especially when it rippled over my nipples
and caused them to tighten into stiff,
little buds on my breasts.
"Read
the chart on the wall over there,
beginning with the top line," the doctor
said.
I
suddenly panicked and realized I'd not
have a chance of passing an eye test
without my glasses. The first line, where
the letters were three inches tall,
presented no problem nor did the second
and third. But by the fourth I was
squinting and the fifth line was pure
speculation on my part. The doctor stopped
me before I'd even finished the line and
when I looked back at him I noticed a
funny look in his eye, like he was
secretly amused and pleased I'd failed the
test.
"I
normally wear glasses for driving," I
mumbled, trying to make an excuse for my
faulty eyesight.
"It's
okay. Perfectly normal, even," he said,
positioning the ear plugs of his
stethoscope and pressing the cold, metal
listening device against directly on one
of my tensely swollen nipples.
I tried
not to jump at the touch of the cold metal
and even shot him a discouraging look as
he continued to tease my nipple, but he
lifted it away only long enough to swap
nipples. Back and forth he then went,
alternating from one nipple to the other,
slowly teasing and tormenting my nipples
with the cold metal of the stethoscope. By
this stage I was beginning to have my
doubts as to whether he was even a real
doctor but when he told me to spread my
legs, I almost became convinced!
It was
difficult to ignore the grinning faces of
the three new boys sitting opposite as I
reluctantly spread my legs for the doctor.
There was no doubt in anybody's mind where
he intended "listening" next and I could
do nothing except hold my breath and steel
myself for the cold touch of his
stethoscope. The sight of my labia,
obscenely unfurled again like the petals
of a blood-red rose, embarrassed me and
the heat radiated with such an intensity I
felt sure would be detected by his
stethoscope. Whether or not the instrument
could detect such things, I had no idea,
but the thought became so embedded in my
mind it was all I could think about.
Judging by the way the doctor's face
screwed up into a licentious grin, I felt
convinced he was able to hear my innermost
secret desires throbbing up along the
rubber tube and into his ears.
I
glanced over at Shane, trying to distract
myself, but the sight of his erection
still standing strong in his loins forced
me to quickly turn away again. The sight
of it, as brief as the look was, was
enough to etch its image clearly into my
thoughts as the doctor continued his
probing and teasing of my pussy and
clitoris.
"Lean
back," the doctor said, leaning into me
with his shoulder until I was forced to
relax back onto the padded vinyl
mattress.
I
glanced again over at Shane and his
erection - his doctor holding it like a
stick to keep him still while she shaved
his pubic area completely bare. He was
protesting loudly by now but his words
were falling on deaf ears. I watched,
mesmerized as his doctor expertly shaved
smooth tracks around his penis, rinsing
the lopped hairs frequently in a small
dish of water.
"You
should be done too," my doctor said.
His
words suddenly broke into my thoughts and
made me feel a sudden rush of panic. I
shook my head as if to say I didn't want
to lose the small about of bush I had
remaining after the last time I was waxed,
which was only recently. The last thing I
wanted was to be shaved with a razor as I
knew it would leave me with a terrible
rash that I felt sure nobody would want to
look at.
"Bend
you knees," the doctor said, gently
lifting my feet to position them on the
examination table.
The
position, which forced me to spread my
knees and lewdly expose myself completely
to everybody sitting opposite, was
extremely embarrassing but that was only
the beginning of it. I didn't understand
what he and the other doctor were talking
about but it soon became apparent he
intended to "milk" me in the same way as
Shane was now having his sperm harvested
into a small, glass scientific
beaker.
"You
can't be serious!" I was thinking when he
told me I had to start masturbating. My
whole head felt like it was burning up
with the hot flush of humiliation that
suddenly swamped me and he had to grab my
wrists and force my hands into position
between my spread legs.
"I
can't!" I mumbled, praying he'd not force
me to do such a disgusting thing in front
of the whole class.
"Go on,
" he said, ignoring my feeble
protests.
"I
really can't!" I said again, more loudly
this time and retracting my fingers again
as if my hotly aroused pussy had suddenly
become a hot potato.
"Of
course you can!" the doctor said, grabbing
my wrists again and pressing my clenched
fists back against my pussy.
This
little battle - my hands retreating and
the doctor recapturing them - continued
for a minute or so before I finally
conceded defeat and cautiously relaxed my
fingers against my pussy. I looked over at
Shane and wanted to protest at how easy it
was for him to ejaculate with the minimum
of stimulation by his doctor. If only it
could be that easy for me, I
thought.
There
was almost a cacophony of noise in my
head, such were the number of little
voices I was hearing warning me of all the
humiliations I would suffer if I gave in
and masturbated in front of everybody.
There was no modest way I could think of
to do what was being demanded of me. Not
one. Not only that, I knew from experience
that it could be fifteen minutes or more
before I could arouse myself enough using
just my fingers and even then, I feared
I'd bring myself to that point where I
just hang in a kind of delirious rapture
between pleasure and the release of an
orgasm. I tried not to think about this as
I slowly began gently pinching and
twisting my sensitive clit, hoping I might
be able to stir up enough juices before
stimulating myself to a complete
climax.
I closed
my eyes and tried to think of all the
things that usually aroused me. My other
hand drifted up to my breasts and I let
myself enjoy the soft, rubbery sensations
of squeezing a nipple as my other fingers
smeared the first signs of slippery
arousal out of my pussy and onto my clit.
I luxuriated in the feelings for a while,
wanting to press my thighs together to
fully savor the sensuous feeling being
aroused. Knowing I wouldn't be allowed to
do this began to spark other pleasurable
thoughts, particularly ones where I was
bound spread and it wasn't my hands doing
the ravishing but those of everybody else
in the room.
The more
I thought about being tied up and
molested, the more I found myself drifting
deeper and deeper into a state of giddy
arousal. I became aware of moaning sounds
escaping breathlessly from my mouth but I
did nothing to stop them. There was a
strange silence in the room. I knew
everybody must have been watching, but
this in turn added to my now brazen
excitement. I squirmed and wriggled on my
back, reveling in the way I knew my legs
were spread and the whole class could see
my fingers rubbing, twisting and teasing
my clit. I could already feel wetness all
over my fingers and knew I must have been
leaking everywhere, but still I
continued.
The cold
touch of something against my labia took
my breath away. I quickly opened my eyes
but gave up trying to focus when I
realized it was just the doctor collecting
a small sample of my juices.
"You can
stop now," a voice was saying. It was an
ethereal voice, strangely detached and
somewhere outside me. Again it intoned for
me to stop.
"No!" I
gasped. I felt shocked by the loud sound
of my own voice in my ears but there was
nothing I could do to stop my fingers from
aggressively assaulting my nipples and
tingling clit. I was so close to an orgasm
I didn't want to stop even though every
rational voice in my head was begging me
not to make a fool of myself on the table.
"No!"
"Stop.
Now!"
I
suddenly started to giggle uncontrollably
when the doctor grabbed my wrists and
pulled my hands away from my body. My body
continued to twitch and spasm but I felt
relief. For that one, brief moment lying
there while still in a state of orgasmic
delirium, I didn't care how depraved I
must have looked to everybody. I knew I
would soon enough start to feel guilty and
ashamed of myself, but for now I wanted to
savor every last bit of the wonderful
orgasm I'd just had. I was still giggling
and lost in a fog of pleasure when the
doctor told me to roll over onto my hands
and knees.
The anal
probe caught me by surprise. Despite the
shock of it being inserted in me, I still
couldn't stop giggling until after he'd
finished and helped send me unsteadily to
join the others on the wooden pew.
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