Sheila sat nervously in the waiting room. She stood 5ft 2ins tall and weighed rather more than she would like. She had a voluptuous womanly figure however with large breasts, a pert round bottom and was proud of her full cupid lips. The clock ticked loudly as she waited for the receptionist to call her name. She was the last appointment of the day and as usual Dr Mitchell appeared to be running late. Sheila didn't really mind though as she appreciated a man who was thorough in his work. Dr Mitchell had a reputation of being the best doctor in the town and he was renowned for his in-depth examinations. He was an elderly man not far from retirement but had a wealth of experience.
She had only rang this afternoon and had got an appointment as someone had cancelled. The problem was that she had found a tiny brown blemish on her inner thigh. Well actually Dave, her husband, had found it the day before during an especially delicious pussy licking session. She blushed as she remembered the position she had been in; legs lewdly spread to the limit on the dining room table and in the middle of the afternoon as well, Dave's head bobbing up and down as he tongued her greedy slit. She also recalled him asking for the hundredth time if he could finger, tongue and then fuck her asshole. She had declined the request of course; some men wanted it all. He'd obviously been reading those dirty books again.
She knew that it was probably just a freckle or something, but the papers were full of horror stories about people who hadn't gone to the doctors in time. In any event Dave had insisted she go and even rang up to see if she had managed to get the appointment.
'Mrs. Bottomley, room number 3 on the right please.'
Sheila was startled as she was brought back to present time and she went to the receptionist to collect her file.
'Dr Mitchell has been called out on an emergency but our locum Dr Rib will see you instead,' explained the receptionist.
Sheila took her notes and walked down the corridor in her stiletto heels, ass wiggling provocatively in her tight skirt, not that she was aware of it at all, she just had that sort of bottom. She tapped on the door.
'Come in,' bellowed a loud voice and she tentatively went inside and waited at the large wooden desk. He stood at an intimidating 6ft 4ins and had very large strong hands. He shook Sheila's small hand and kept hold of it rather too long for comfort. He was wearing a white coat and plastic gloves, which Sheila found a little odd for a normal GP session. He was a strong lean looking man of about 47 years old with one of those goatee type beards and a thin moustache. Sheila prised away her hand and sat down as he towered above her.
'What can I do for you today Mrs. Bottomley?' he asked in a smooth confident voice. He stared hard and long into her sapphire blue eyes as he spoke until she was forced to lower her lids in embarrassment.
'Well I've got this freckle thing on my thigh,' she blurted out suddenly feeling rather foolish. 'Perhaps I should come back another day when Dr Mitchell is back.'
'NO. You won't.'
Sheila jumped at the no nonsense tone is his voice. She proceeded to tell him of the blemish on her thigh and he asked how she had discovered.
'During my daily pussy licking Doctor. Oh God! I'm so sorry! I mean I was in the bath Doctor.' She was blushing profusely, what on earth had made her say that?
'So young lady which is it to be?'
Now she could have easily said she had been in the bath but somehow she knew he would realise it would be a lie.
'During sex doctor,' she whispered feeling thoroughly ashamed.
'I think I should have a look don't you? Go behind the curtain and get up on the examination table and remove your clothes.'
Sheila did just that and wondered why he hadn't called the nurse in to assist. She removed her skirt and much to her chagrin realised that she was wearing her tiny lacy pink underwear set. Oh why didn't I put on the full knickers instead of this minuscule g-string? It barely covered her plump pussy lips and as she lay on the couch she constantly fiddled with it trying to get as much coverage as possible. At least it wasn't possible to see that she had been shaven 'down there' she consoled herself. It had been Dave's idea only this week to do it and she had loved the vulnerable smoothness of her mound. Dave had shaved her himself and now he couldn't get enough of it. He had been pulling down her panties all around the house to savour her sweet tasting arousal and lick her smoothness. Each day he licked every inch of her sex. He called it the 'lick test' and woe betide her if he felt even the slightest bit of stubble.
'I told you to remove your clothes!' shouted the doctor. 'You are still half dressed.'
Sheila looked at him confused and felt extremely foolish lying on the couch.
'Well its on my thigh' she started to mutter.
'You have already told me that Mrs. Bottomley. I want you to remove all your clothing in order to check if there are any other similar markings on you.'
Sheila was bright red in the face now and felt her cheeks burning. She should have known that was what he wanted and now she had to take the rest off in front of him.
'You may keep on the stockings, suspenders and shoes Sheila.'
She got a funny feeling inside her every time he called her by her first name. It was the way he said it. She unbuttoned her shirt and felt his eyes on her full soft breasts, held up provocatively by her balcony bra. She turned her back to him and went for the clasp of her bra. She was suddenly feeling very nervous and fumbled without success to undo it.
Then she felt his large hands on her back and she gasped in surprise as he undid the clasp and removed her bra. Although she hadn't welcomed this intrusion she turned round and thanked him! Her hands quickly flew to cover her breasts in order to try and maintain some dignity but she realised she must have looked very foolish indeed.
'Sheila I'm going to get very cross with you soon! How can I examine you with your hands over your tits? Now lie down like a good girl with your hands by your sides. Any further silliness from you and I will be giving your splendid bottom a good old fashioned hand spanking!'
Sheila gulped and gave a small high-pitched laugh, which quickly dissipated as she saw the stern look in his eyes. He meant every single word of it. She lay in front of him as instructed whilst he slowly examined her breasts and as he touched her rosy nipples they hardened immediately – oh the shame of it all. She felt that something wasn't quite right about the examination but couldn't say what. He moulded her breasts in those huge hands and even though she proudly sported a 40C-bra size his hands had no problem covering each breast fully.
Keeping the impassive look on his face he stooped down and took her erect nipple between his teeth and bit down. Sheila grabbed him and tried to fight him off. This definitely wasn't right. He let her nipple go and then stunned her by slapping her quite hard across her face.
'I warned you,' he said. 'You are going to have a 'thorough' examination today and you can have it the easy way or the hard way, it really doesn't matter to me.'
In one quick movement he proceeded to turn her onto her tummy. He placed one hand round her waist and pulled her onto her knees. He caressed her creamy white buttocks and explained that she was going to get a severe hand spanking.
She had never been spanked before and panic quickly set in as Dr Rib flicked on the intercom and told the receptionist that she may leave for the night.
Sheila thought quickly and screamed out for help, but it was to no avail as the doctor muffled her cries with his hand over her mouth.
'That is going to cost you Sheila' he said menacingly.
'I will lock the outer door Dr Rib so no one else can get in tonight' said the receptionist cheerfully. Sheila's eyes filled with tears as she heard the receptionist wish him goodnight and heard the surgery door clank shut.
She thought to appeal to his sense of duty and said she would report him to the Medical Board, but said that she would forget the whole incident if he just let her go right now. He gave a big hearty laugh at this point.
'You just don't get it do you Sheila? I'm as much a doctor as you are. But fear not you are still going to be examined and I will leave no part of you unused, inside or out.'
Sheila shuddered at his words and stroked her stinging cheek.
