

 
                     OPEN BOOK EXAM                  

                           by 

                        Joe Doe


THE WIFE OF A UNIVERSITY PROFESSOR OVERHEARS A FEMALE PATIENT'S OVEREXPOSURE.  

 

Part 1
             
My name is Jackie Johnson, and I'm a 31-year-old advertising 
executive with a Fortune 500 company.  My husband is a college 
professor, but, since I was less than impressed with the health 
care my son was receiving on my husband's medical plan, I decided 
to transfer him over to my company's program.
             
The university's bureaucracy required me to obtain a doctor's 
signature on the release notice at the health clinic when I picked 
up my son's records, which is what brought me to the waiting room 
of the Student Health Center that day. 
             
There was one other person in the waiting room when I arrived, a 
male student in a faded fraternity t-shirt.  Without being immodest, 
I can say that I am very attractive (even in my business suit), and 
I could feel the frat boy's eyes immediately fix on me as I strode 
confidently to the front desk.
             
There was no one at the desk, so I sat down off to one side to 
await the receptionist's return.
           
The clinic was rather primitive, and long green curtains hanging 
from the ceiling separated the waiting area and various exam 
rooms.  Although this allowed for easy reconfiguration, it also 
left very little privacy. 
             
It was one of the many reasons that I had never been examined at 
this clinic.
             
As soon as I sat down on the folding chair in the reception area, 
I heard a distraught female voice behind me:
             
"I'm a 24-year-old graduate teaching assistant, Doctor, and I 
attended a fraternity party last night," the anguished voice 
said.  "I don’t know what happened -- I think I had too much to 
drink -- but I woke up in the morning with a terrible headache.  
They had left me in the dumpster behind the fraternity house.  My 
clothes...I was naked, and my clothes were in the dumpster too.  
I got dressed and showered at home and then came here.  I'm not 
on birth control, and I heard there was some sort of pill that you 
could take the morning after to make sure you don't get pregnant.  
I don't know if I should call the police or what I should do, so I 
just came here."
             
"Why call the police?" a heavily accented male voice replied.  "You 
got drunk and were gang-banged the frat house, and now you want to 
whine to the police?  In my country, whores are stoned.  You were 
simply left in the dumpster, which is where you belong, in my 
opinion.  Now strip naked, so that I can have a look at you.  Let's 
see what got the frat house so excited."
             
"You have no right to talk to me that way," the woman said angrily. 

"Unless you have another medical plan, I can speak to you any way I 
wish," the doctor replied, haughtily.  "If you want that pill, you 
will strip for me.  NOW!"
             
"Take off...my clothes?" the TA asked.  "I just thought that I 
could get the pill and go home...."
             
"You need to be examined for signs of venereal disease," another 
female voice said.  "I need to get back to the reception area, but 
since I also need to be present for the exam, I'll leave the 
curtain open just a smidge."
             
After a long pause, the female patient made her decision.  "Is 
there somewhere I can undress, Doctor?" she asked, tentatively. 
             
In a corner mirror I saw the smiling nurse pull the curtain halfway 
aside and then resume her seat at the front desk.  I was about to 
get up and ask for my records when the next exchange began:
             
"You can undress right here and now, in front of me," the doctor 
curtly replied.  "I worked in an African clinic with white doctors 
for years, and they made the black women strip naked and line up 
down the alley outside the clinic to wait for treatment.  Only the 
white women were allowed privacy.  Well, I have been in your 
country only three days, but here I am in charge.  I am tired of 
snooty white women complaining about their modesty.  I won't pamper 
a trollop who just finished entertaining a fraternity party.  Strip 
naked....  Now!"
             
I could see the nurse in the mirror, but she hadn't noticed me yet. 
However, she did see the fraternity boy sitting towards the back 
of the waiting room, and her comment to him blew me away. 
             
"I think I may have left the curtain open a bit too wide," she 
giggled.  "What do you think?"
             
The boy carefully crept over and sat closer to the nurse.  "No, I 
think the curtain is just right," the student whispered.  "And I 
think her yellow underpants are darling."
             
"Do I have to take off my underwear, too, Doctor?" the woman 
pleaded.
             
"Every stitch, girl," the doctor said impatiently.  "You weren’t 
shy at the fraternity house, so don’t pretend to be a virgin here.  
I need to see your titties too, so I can do a breast exam." 
             
I could hear every word in the exam area, but my only visual cue 
was the transfixed stare of the lustful fraternity boy sitting a 
few feet away from me, and the reflection of the curtains in the 
mirror.  The frat boy stared at the open curtain as if hypnotized, 
and he moved both hands to push down on the enormous bulge in the 
front of his jeans.
             
"I always enjoy examining American women," the doctor said.  "Your 
figures are so fit and athletic.  So tight...so supple.
            
"Your nipples are getting hard when I tweak them.  You are enjoying 
this, too, no?" he teased.
             
"No...," the woman said, her voice cracking.  "It's cold!  I just 
want to get done." 
             
"Westerners are always in such rush, but African men know how to 
slow down and enjoy life," the doctor's voice said, merrily.  "Your 
fruits are ripe, my little American doxy.
             
"Did you suck them off, too?" the doctor continued, casually.  "Did 
you take their stiff members in your dainty little mouth, and suck 
them off until they shot their steamy loads down your eager throat?  
Did you guzzle it all down?"
             
"I don't know," the woman said, testily.
             
"Tell me true," the doctor said.  "I can give you a special 
solution to gargle with that will prevent disease.  But I can 
help you only if you tell the truth." 
             
After a long pause, the embarrassed patient replied.  "I think I 
swallowed, Doctor," she finally admitted.  "I was sick to my 
stomach, and I had a terrible taste in my mouth.  I’m not sure 
if it was sperm, since I have never had any...oral sex before."
             
"I am sure they wouldn’t have let you out of the fraternity house 
without trying that warm, wet mouth of yours," the doctor purred.  
"I certainly would have demanded that you use your hot pink tongue 
to pleasure me, and pleasure me well." 
             
"Your boobies seem fine, so now we can take a look at the randy 
little gash between your legs, my little train-puller.  Spread 
those creamy white thighs and put your dainty feet up in the 
stirrups, so that I can take a good look."
             
I heard the liner paper crinkle and the young woman groan as she 
awkwardly assumed the required position.  As soon as the crinkling 
stopped, the nurse got up and walked into the exam room.
             
"You might have more light if I move the table so that the stirrups 
are pointing towards the curtain, Doctor," she said. 
             
"I can see perfectly with this mobile light," the doctor brusquely 
replied. 
             
"If you come over to the curtain, DOCTOR, you'll see what I mean." 
             
Through the mirror I could see the black physician walk into the 
reception area and immediately burst into a grin when he saw the 
young man seated a few feet away.  

"Yes, let's move the table," the doctor said, eagerly.  "We'll 
let the light come in through the crack in the curtain.  I will 
sit to the left, so that the CRACK will be totally visible and 
unobstructed," he said, with a lewd laugh.
             
The male student was trying to stay silent, but he ended up letting 
out an almost inaudible wolf whistle as the table was wheeled into 
position for his viewing pleasure.  It was clearly the show of a 
lifetime.
             
When the nurse exited the exam area she looked over and noticed me 
gawking at her in the mirror.  Startled, she immediately confronted 
me. 
             
"May I help you?" she asked.  "You didn't sign in, so I didn't 
know you were here."
             
"I'm not here for an exam," I said defensively.  "I'm under my 
company's medical plan.  My husband is a professor here, and 
I've just come by to get my son's medical records.   I'm moving 
my son's coverage over to my company’s health care plan, and I 
need to have the doctor sign the release and give me the records."
             
"If you give me your name, I can have Doctor do that right now, 
and you won't have to wait," the nurse replied.
             
"My name is Jackie Johnson, but I don't mind waiting," I quickly 
replied.  "The doctor can sign the records after he finishes 
examining that TA.  I just want to wait here until her exam is 
done."
             
Instantly I knew that I had said too much.  The nurse, who was 
several years my junior, seemed confused at first, and I squirmed 
in my chair as she appraised me.  Although the room was cool, I 
was sweating, which made my silk blouse very clingy.  My skin was 
flushed, and my hands were trembling slightly as they rested in my 
lap.
             
The authoritative nurse was literally towering over me as she 
looked down at me wriggling in my chair.  She smiled when she 
realized that I had become aroused listening to the TA's ordeal, 
and she whispered quietly to me.
 
"Exciting, isn’t it?"
             
I said nothing, but nodded.  The nurse smiled at me for several 
seconds, but then the smile faded, replaced by a thoughtful look.  
"We need to have a file on you before we can release you to another 
plan, to make sure pre-existing conditions are covered," she said, 
purposely raising her voice so that the frat boy could hear.  "That 
isn't a problem for your son, but, since we don't have any medical 
records on you, I'm afraid we'll have to give you a complete 
physical before we can sign over your son's records." 
             
Through the curtain I could hear the doctor's voice.  "The enema 
will help kill any bacteria or viruses that you may have contracted 
during your butt-fucking, my little American minx.  It will burn and 
cramp, but feel free to wiggle your bottom as a distraction.  I 
certainly would not mind watching you gyrate your cute little fanny 
around, like a go-go dancer.  Perhaps I will give you a dollar when 
you are done."
             
Looking at the curtain where the voices were coming from, I 
nervously asked, "A complete physical?"
             
The nurse smiled. "A COMPLETE physical," she repeated loudly.  
"Doctor will still be a few minutes with the other patient, but 
I can get you started.  We'll need to get your height and weight, 
of course, and your complete medical...and sexual...history." 
             
I looked past the nurse to the fraternity boy, who had shifted his 
attention away from the curtain as soon as the nurse said the words, 
"COMPLETE physical."  I felt like a deer caught in the headlights 
as I saw his eyes run up and down my body.
        
The nurse picked up the corner of my jacket with two fingers and 
appraised the material carefully.  "And, of course, we'll need to 
get you out of these fancy clothes, Princess." 

"Unfortunately, all of the gowns are in the wash, so we're going 
to have to examine you in your birthday suit." 
             
The nurse's voice dropped, and she leaned forward to whisper in my 
ear, so that only I could hear.  "With that body of yours, I'm sure 
our young frat boy won't mind watching me put you through your 
paces.  I'm going to prance you around this whole office birthday 
bare, and there won't be a thing you can do about it....  And 
you're going to love every minute of it, aren't you, you little 
tease?" 
             
I said nothing, but swallowed hard and nodded dumbly.
             
"We'll start off with the height and weight," she said, resuming 
her normal voice and pointing at the scale that was right next to 
the frat boy in the reception area.  "I'll get the exam area 
ready." 
             
"Hello, Mrs. Johnson," the frat boy said, as I approached the 
scale.  "You probably don't remember me, but I'm a graduate 
assistant in one of your husband's classes.  My name's Jeff 
Warren, and I was over at your house a few days ago."
             
He knew me.  The leering, grinning little bastard knew me.  As I 
stupidly shook his hand, I looked over my shoulder just in time 
to see the nurse setting up my examination area. 
             
I shuddered as the words "my examination area" flashed through my 
mind.  My husband's grad student would see everything....
             
I winced as I watched her wheel the exam table into place so that 
Jeff would have a perfect view.  She whistled happily as she 
carefully positioned the table so that the center exactly faced 
the open curtains....
             
My husband's grad assistant, whom I'd barely acknowledged during 
his visit to my home a few days before, would now see every inch 
of me, bare and exposed.  As I stood awkwardly in front of him, 
nervously shifting my weight, I could feel his gaze run down over 
my crisp business suit and my beautiful legs.  He was undressing 
me with his eyes, wondering what I would look like after the cruel 
nurse had stripped me out of my expensive power suit and spread me 
out like a butterfly on the merciless exam table.
             
I knew that he would enjoy watching the frosty and aloof wife of 
his tyrannical prof stripped bare naked for a humiliating probing.  
I felt my face go flush as I imagined spreading my legs for him.  
             
"You were here first," I said, nervously, as I squirmed awkwardly 
under his leering examination.  "You should really go before me." 
  
"Oh, I don't mind watching...uh...I-I mean...WAITING," he 
stammered, almost giving the game away.  "Ladies first!" he 
added, chivalrously.  "I'm not going anywhere."
             
I'm sure he wasn't.
             
"If you step back here and begin removing your clothes, we can get 
started," the nurse said, officiously. 
             
"I...um...thought you were going to take my height and weight 
first...," I protested.
             
"We'll need to get you out of your clothes, first, to get an 
accurate reading," the nurse replied.  Smiling, she added, "ALL 
of your clothes." 
             
I swallowed hard.  The scale was right next to Jeff.  Would she 
really make me walk out into the reception area stark naked and 
stand just inches away from a pimply little college student?  
Would she really force me to parade around naked in front of one 
of my husband’s hopelessly subjugated student GOFERS?
             
The nurse winked at me as she CLICKED the stirrups into place on 
the examination table.  Her cruel smile answered my question.
             
I looked back at Jeff, who was smiling with undisguised delight as 
he watched the stirrups move into position.  I could tell that he 
was going to enjoy watching me reduced from untouchable ice queen 
to just a sweet piece of ass spread out on the exam table for his 
viewing pleasure. 
             
The stirrups would force me to pose like Miss September in some 
sleazy porn magazine, and Jeff would be there to savor every moment 
of my degradation.
             
As I walked into the examination room, I glanced to my right to 
observe the patient whom I had heard but had not seen.  She was up 
on all fours on the exam table, with her cute bottom pointed in 
the air.  A long white tube snaked out of her and led up to a 
bulging enema bag a few feet away.
             
As I passed, the doctor released the clamp holding the tube closed. 
The woman's head snapped back, and she let out a small "Ooohhh!" 
as the water rushed into her bowels.
             
"There is nothing like a nice, relaxing enema, is there?"   As the 
doctor taunted her, he teasingly ran his hand over her shapely 
fanny.
             
"Don't worry, I have a great big bag for you, too," the nurse 
teased, beckoning me into my "examination area."  She directed 
me to stand in front of the exam table and face the wall. 
             
I could feel the eyes of my husband's student burning into my back.
  
The smiling nurse made me watch as she slowly screwed the enema 
nozzle onto the long plastic tube in front of me.  She touched her 
finger to the tip of the cold, hard plastic tube, wincing in mock 
sympathy as I instinctively clenched my own bottom tightly shut in 
anticipation.  She smiled cruelly at me as she laid out the 
remaining medical instruments, relishing her power and authority 
as I fidgeted helplessly in front of her. 
             
When at last she was finished, the snippy little nurse crossed her 
arms and smiled.  "Take off your clothes.  Every stitch!"
             
I couldn't believe this was happening.  I was a successful 
advertising executive with a six figure income, not some little 
airhead coed who had to strip naked in front of leering quacks 
because she couldn't afford an aspirin.  They couldn't treat me 
this way. 

Could they?

           
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Part 2 

I flinched as I imagined myself standing butt-naked on the scale 
in front of the grinning student in the waiting room, with my 
crotch just a few inches away from his face.  I would be so close 
to Jeff that he would probably be able to smell my excitement....
             
Although I couldn't see him, I could feel the frat boy's eyes burn 
a hole in my back as he waited for my striptease to begin.  I had 
barely bothered to look at him before, and I knew my open disdain 
would make my humiliation all the sweeter for him.  I imagined the 
twinkle in his eye as he watched the nurse slowly transform me from 
a confident professional into a naked, blushing bimbo.
             
I reluctantly removed my expensive jacket and began unbuttoning my 
beautiful silk blouse. 
             
As I slowly stripped out of my expensive clothes, I looked down 
unhappily at the items the nurse had laid out on the table for my 
humiliation.  There was a jar of lubricant, and a box of plastic 
surgical gloves.  Next to the gloves was a long thermometer with 
the word "RECTAL" on the front.  The bulging enema bag with a hard, 
cold beige nozzle was hanging ominously from an IV stand.
             
In the next room, I could hear the woman’s protests.  "But you 
can't make me attend a seminar on 'Safe Sex and Responsible 
Drinking' THERE.  That's the fraternity house where they 
gang-banged me.  I can't go back there and listen to those 
snotty little punks lecture me about my loose morals."
             
The pleas in the next room were interrupted by the voice of 
the nurse, who was watching from a few feet away with her arms 
crossed in triumph as I slowly stripped out of my designer outfit.  
"Doctor's going to be thrilled when I tell him that you're a 
professional woman.  Just this morning he was complaining about 
how the black professional women who visited the clinic in Africa 
were made to strip down naked like the village women and wait in 
the alley for their shots.  He said he was dying to get his hands 
on a snotty American professional woman, so that he could 'put her 
in her place.'"
             
I was soon standing in front of the grinning nurse in nothing but 
my lacy pink panties.  My back was still turned to the opening in 
the curtain, so Jeff couldn’t see anything but my naked back...yet. 
            
But now it was time to surrender my underpants....
        
Hoping to avoid the loss of my last remaining garment, I made a 
final plea.  "Are you sure this has to be a COMPLETE physical?"
      
It was humiliating to have to plead to keep my scanty panties on, 
knowing that the leering frat boy was listening to every word.  
No doubt he was highly amused to watch the haughty wife of his 
dictatorial professor trembling a few feet in front of him as 
she desperately begged to maintain her last shred of dignity.
            
The nurse furrowed her brow in mock sympathy.  "I am sorry, but 
this is going to be a COMPLETE physical, and Doctor will need to 
examine you...everywhere," she said, sadly. 
            
She smiled and snapped the waistband of my panties against my skin. 
"And unfortunately that means these have to go," she said, her 
voice tinged with mock regret.  "So hand them over." 
             
Leaning in close, she whispered in my ear.  "From the look on his 
face, I'd say your friend in the waiting room likes pink even 
more than yellow." 
             
For a moment I almost thought I could see the reflection of the 
grinning college boy's face in the shiny metal stirrups as I 
reluctantly inserted my fingers in the waistband of my underpants.
            
As I slowly pulled them over my hips the enormity of the situation 
sank in.  "I am stripping naked in front of one of my husband's 
students, and he is watching every move I'm making.  I'm a 
successful, accomplished professional woman, and I am performing 
for him like a drunken bimbo on Spring Break." 
           
I certainly didn't want to increase the entertainment value of my 
performance by removing my panties one leg at a time and exposing 
myself further, so, as soon as the panties cleared my bottom, I 
just let go of them and let them slide down my legs.  They landed 
in a twisted heap at my feet.  I stepped out of them and left them 
on the floor.
             
I quickly crossed one arm in front of my breasts and put my other 
hand in front of my crotch to hide myself from the nurse's amused 
gaze.
             
"Pick them up and hand them over," the nurse said, quietly.  "If 
you don't pick up after yourself, Mommy is going to have to give 
you a spanking.  And don't kneel, either.  I want you to bend at 
the waist."
             
I knew the college student was staring directly at my naked 
backside, and the last thing I wanted to do was bend over and 
"shoot the moon."  But I knew better than to defy the woman who 
was now holding all of my clothes. 
             
As I reluctantly bent over to pick up my panties, I heard Jeff's 
low, soft whistle of approval as my bare backside raised up for 
his inspection.  The grinning nurse chuckled, and then closely 
examined my discarded panties.  "Good thing we didn't leave these 
on the floor," she said.  "They’re pretty wet, and someone could 
have slipped and hurt themselves."
            
The nurse patted the paper on the examination table and directed 
me to sit down right at the very end.  Instead, I sat sideways 
and back far enough that Jeff couldn't see me through the gap in 
curtains.  The nurse asked me to move to the edge of the table, 
but I just glared at her and didn't budge. 
             
She stared at me for a moment and then announced that she had 
forgotten the blood pressure cuff.  This seemed strange to me, 
since I could see the blood pressure cuff hanging in a container 
on the wall.  But, as she opened the curtain another six inches 
to retrieve the "missing" cuff, I realized that her goal was to 
make sure that Jeff had an enticing view of my naked profile.
             
I dared not turn my head or make eye contact; acknowledging his 
presence would have been all the more humiliating for me.  But, 
from the corner of my eye, I could see him in the waiting room, 
his hands resting on his crotch, his eyes riveted to the profile 
of my bare nipple poking up towards the light.
             
The blood pressure check was fairly normal, although she did note 
that I seemed to be a bit agitated...and that my pulse was rapid. 
            
I wonder why.
             
"Now it's time to take your temperature," she said, cheerfully.  
"Do you prefer oral or rectal?" she asked, as if inquiring whether 
I preferred a plain or sugar cone with my ice cream.
            
"Oral," I said, quickly.  "I always have my temperature taken 
orally."
             
"Well, that's too bad, because we're going to do a rectal 
temperature today," she said, dismissively.  She continued 
talking as she SNAPPED! on her rubber gloves.  "It's more 
accurate, particularly if the patient is restless and has a 
problem keeping her mouth shut." 
             
"Get up on all fours on the table, little doggie," she directed.  
"Then put your head down on the pillow, and keep your buns in the 
air, nice and high." 
             
I just stared at her.  The position she described would give Jeff 
a Penthouse-style view of my bare butt sticking up in the air.
        
"I wouldn't dither if I were you, sugar," the nurse said, quietly.  
"That waiting room could get more crowded."
         
Shuddering at the ominous threat, I put my hands over my privates 
and scampered into the required position with as much modesty as I 
could muster.
             
I soon felt her cool gloved finger running over my vulnerable 
bottom.  "It’s rather ironic to see you in this position, isn't it? 
You were so smug and self-confident a few minutes ago, hiding in 
the corner in your expensive clothes, eavesdropping on that other 
girl's examination.  Did you think it was funny to listen to her 
beg to keep her clothes on, knowing that you were safe and secure 
in your cute little suit just a few feet away?  How does it feel 
when it's YOUR bare ass up on the table?" 
             
The nurse began to slowly lubricate the long thermometer just 
a few inches away from my face.  "Of course, you don't look so 
self-confident now that we've stripped you out of your power suit 
and put YOU up on the table," she continued.  "Now you look like 
just another stupid little coed, willing to do anything to get her 
birth control pills.  Now be a good little bimbo, and reach back 
and spread your cheeks, so that everyone can have a good long look 
at your dark meat."
             
I tried not to think of the view Jeff was getting as I reluctantly 
obeyed her instructions.
             
"That does look like a TIGHT little chocolate drop, doesn't it?" 
the nurse said, deliberately standing to one side so as not to 
obstruct Jeff's view.  "I'd better lube it up real good, too.  
After all, I want you to be comfortable."
             
I was anything but comfortable as I felt her deposit a big gob of 
grease around my tight sphincter.  And I was even less comfortable 
as her gloved finger slowly worked its way into me.
             
She took her time, and I squirmed and fidgeted as she treated me 
to a slow, two-minute anal massage.
             
"Now hold still, little girl.  Nurse knows what's best.  Don't you 
and your hubby ever have anal sex?"
             
"Not often," I said, through gritted teeth.  "I don't like it very 
much."
             
"Well, maybe I'll ask Doctor to give you your next prescription 
as a suppository, so you can get comfortable with your husband 
stuffing things up there," she said, with a lewd giggle.  "Just 
because a girl wears a $2000 suit, it doesn’t mean she has to be 
a tight ass."
             
When she pulled her finger out it made a slight popping sound, and 
I heard Jeff's soft laughter from behind me. 
             
Why couldn't that damn curtain be closed a few more inches?
             
But thoughts of Jeff were soon banished as my attention turned to 
the sensation of the long thermometer sliding up my rectum. 
             
"We'll put it in nice and deep, and leave it in a full five 
minutes, to get a good reading, she said, once again adopting 
a clinical tone.  "Just relax and enjoy it, and I'll tell Doctor 
you're waiting for him."
             
The nurse seemed to deliberately leave the curtain open a bit wider 
each time she left the room.  Although I couldn’t see Jeff clearly, 
I knew that he was doubtlessly staring at my bare bottom.  The 
position itself was bad enough, but I also had to endure the added 
indignity of the childish rectal thermometer sticking out of my 
exposed backside. 
             
I tried not to squirm, since I knew that every movement just caused 
that damn thermometer to twinkle under the lights.  As I shifted my 
weight on the table, I could hear Jeff giggling behind me, obviously 
amused by my predicament.
             
As I knelt on all fours, I was treated to the sight of the doctor 
escorting the naked coed to the bathroom in the rear of the clinic. 
One of his hands held the enema bag up over her head while the 
other held her by the scruff of the neck as he slowly marched her 
towards the bathroom.  The crouching woman's face was a mask of 
embarrassment and shame as she awkwardly stumbled towards the 
toilet.
             
After about four minutes, the harpy nurse returned and immediately 
began to scold me.  "I told you to hold still...the thermometer is 
working its way out of your bottom."  She put her finger on the tip 
and slowly pushed the tube in deeper, making me feel even more like 
a piglet on a skewer.  "You just earned yourself another three 
minutes, young lady!"
             
My groan of shame was rewarded with a sharp slap across my bare 
bottom and a warning that I had better "mind my manners."  Jeff's 
snickers burned in my ears…
             
My temperature was normal, and I was relieved to have the degrading 
instrument withdrawn from my tight backside.  My relief was short 
lived though, as the nurse smiled and announced that it was time 
to go out to the waiting room and weigh me.
            
"Could I have a gown, or a towel, or something to cover myself 
with?  P-please?" 
             
"We don't have anything," the nurse replied, obviously amused.  
             
"Could I at least put on my slip?" I begged.
             
The nurse responded by grabbing me by the ear and pulling me off 
the table.  I tried to resist, but my efforts were rewarded by 
several sharp SLAPS! across my bare butt. 
             
"I said, MARCH!" she barked, as she flung open the curtain.  Before 
I knew it, I was standing on the scales, naked as the day I was 
born, just inches away from the leering, gawking student in the 
waiting room.
             
While my temperature was being taken, the nurse had rearranged the 
waiting room so that the back of the scale was facing the side of 
Jeff's chair.  I tried to cover my breasts and crotch with my 
hands, but a few more slaps on the bottom soon forced my hands to 
my side. 
             
Jeff's hand was resting comfortably on the arm rest just inches 
away from my unbelievably wet pussy.
             
Jeff said nothing, but smiled up at me with a "cat that swallowed 
the canary" look as the nurse slowly took my weight.  I closed my 
eyes to seeing him carefully peruse my naked body, but, even with 
my eyes shut, I could feel him looking me over like a naked slave 
girl on the auction block.
             
"What's that smell?" he asked, playfully.  "Is the school of animal 
husbandry breeding today?"
             
My juices were literally running down my thighs, and it was obvious 
to everyone that the smell was coming from me.  Not only had my 
husband's lowly student seen me naked, but now he knew that his 
professor's prissy wife was really a horny, exhibitionist slut. 
             
I kept my eyes closed in a desperate effort to avoid his knowing 
gaze.
     
"I'll wipe her down before Doctor sees her," the nurse chuckled.  
"I don't want her to rust the instruments."
             
She ordered me to turn around, ostensibly to take my height, but 
in reality to give Jeff a close up view of my tight, round bottom. 
             
"Those red hand-prints are sure cute," Jeff teased.  "I hope she 
gives you lip again."
             
"She won't if she knows what's good for her."
             
I was relieved when I was at last released from the scale, but, 
once behind the "safety" of the curtain, the nurse immediately 
ushered in a worse humiliation.
             
"Do you know how to play 'horsey'?" she asked.
             
"No," I replied, uncertain as to where this was leading.
             
She walked over to the exam table and patted it lovingly.  "This 
is the horse," she said, her voice dripping with excitement.  "And 
these...are the stirrups."
             
I watched in horror as the cruel nurse teasingly fingered the shiny 
metal stirrups.  "This is where you put your dainty little feet, up 
in the air, all nice and helpless," she taunted. 
             
"Of course, that will force you to spread your legs nice and wide, 
but that's okay.  Once your tootsies are in the stirrups, everyone 
can have a REALLY GOOD LOOK at you,” she concluded, brightly.
             
She paused and looked at me with a cold, cruel smile.  "Jeff is 
waiting, young lady.  It's time to play 'horsey.'"
        
I started to protest, but I was interrupted by a heavily accented 
voice behind me. 
             
"Why is she not on the table?" the doctor asked, angrily.  "Just 
because she is a professional woman, does she think she is too 
good to be examined by me?”
             
"But, Doctor...," I began.
             
My bare bottom exploded with a loud SLAP!  "Up on the table, young 
lady!" he snapped.  "Spread those white thighs so that I can take 
a look at that snappy little American pussy."
             
Although it took only a few seconds to scoot myself up onto the 
exam table, the next step seemed to take hours.  The bright light 
shining into my eyes prevented me from seeing into the waiting 
room, but I knew Jeff was watching closely as I lay back on the 
table and put first one foot, and then the other, into the 
remorseless steel stirrups.
             
"Ah, this is a pussy worth taking time with," the doctor said, 
brightly, as he snapped on his gloves.  "And, from the looks of 
her, I don't even need any artificial lubricant."
             
The doctor sat to my left as he "examined me," and the nurse used 
his extended exploration/masturbation session as an opportunity to 
quiz me on my "sexual history."
             
    WHEN DID YOU LOSE YOUR VIRGINITY?
    HOW OFTEN DO YOU HAVE INTERCOURSE?
    HOW OFTEN DO YOU HAVE ANAL SEX?
    HOW OFTEN DO YOU RECEIVE ORAL SEX?
    HOW OFTEN DO YOU GIVE ORAL SEX?
    DO YOU SWALLOW IT ALL?
    HOW OFTEN DO YOU MASTURBATE?
    WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT WHEN YOU MASTURBATE?
    DO YOU USE A VIBRATOR OR OTHER SEX TOYS?  
    HAVE YOU EVER HAD LESBIAN SEX?
    HAVE YOU EVER ENGAGED IN BONDAGE?
    HAVE YOU EVER ENGAGED IN ROLE-PLAY OR COSTUME SEX?
    HAVE YOU EVER HAD SEX WITH A BLACK MAN?
             
I exploded into orgasm as I admitted that no, I had never had 
sex with a black man.  From the waiting room, I could hear Jeff 
laughing and snickering as my twitching, mushy pussy spasmed 
helplessly in front of him.
             
"You have had sex with a black man now," the doctor said, with a 
laugh, as I bucked against his skillful hand. 
            
The nurse didn’t seemed pleased when the doctor ordered to her 
leave the exam area.  He closed the curtain behind her completely 
and used a small fastener to make sure it stayed closed.
         
"I do not have time to give you your full examination today," he 
said as he walked to the front of my exam table.  "You need a 
cleansing enema, and some shots, and a more detailed pelvic and 
anal examination...much more detailed." 
             
"I will schedule your appointment for tomorrow afternoon, and I 
will examine you right before the footballers arrive for their 
shots.  I hope you don't mind being examined with 20 or 30 young 
men in the waiting room," he said, with a coy smile.  "Perhaps we 
should invite that young man in the waiting room back, as well.  
Do you think he has any friends in need of...treatment?"
             
I stared at him dumbly as he unzipped his pants and guided his 
penis to my mouth.  "In the meantime, pretty woman, I prescribe 
a large dose of hot African sperm, to be administered orally, 
right now, through my special injection tube."
             
As I took his hardness in my mouth, I realized that my adventure 
was just beginning....



Edited by C. Lakewood

