Note to the readers. Just wanted to say thank you for reading and liking my stories so far. I am humbled by your kind words. I know I've made some grammatical errors and I promise to proofread my submissions more carefully. I have lots of ideas for several stories with some series stories also. I don't want to overwhelm my readers, so I will space my stories out and besides I do have a full time job and work lots of over time. I decided to write this story now however, as it was requested to me. I hope you all like it.
Sincerely, Johnthomas1969
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Every town had a Karin Robinson. A nosy, uptight, busybody who had an opinion about what everybody should be doing and how they should be doing it. But, of course, she didn't need advice about her own life. She was of indeterminate age, most guessed between 40 and 60, although no one knew for sure. She had long black hair, dark brown eyes and a very pale complexion. She kept her body covered by big, baggy clothes and her long black hair was always in a severe bun.
She was a spinster, and though some speculated that she was a lesbian, most just thought she was a bitch and that's why she was still single and was never seen with anyone.
She got to her doctors appointment thirty minutes early and promptly gave her name to the gothic-looking receptionist. Karin Robinson, of course, disapproved of this look, well, she disapproved of most looks that young women seemed to favor these days. Clothes too loose or even worse, too tight. Oh how she would have preferred to live in the '20's. Either the 1820's or even the 1920's. Where women were modest and men were gentlemen.
At exactly three p.m. sharp Karin asked if she should just go on back, she knew where the exam room was, to wait for the doctor in there. The goth-like girl who's nametag read Brandi, told her that the doctor would see her when he could and not a minute sooner. Well, she'd be sure to tell Dr. Michael's that she didn't like waiting for her appointment. He was late only one other time and after Karin had spoken to him about it, he'd made sure she was promptly seen.
Finally at 3:27 she was lead to the exam room by Brandi the bitch. Twenty-seven minutes was unacceptable. Hell, seven minutes was unacceptable. Karin was halfway through changing into the required paper gown when the door flew open and she felt a cold breeze race across her nude body.
"Dr. Michael's what do you think..." Karin started to say, looking up with a panic-stricken look on her face. But it wasn't Dr. Michael's who was standing with the door still open, but someone Karin had never seen before. And what was worse was that he'd come in through the other door which apparently opened to the waiting room where Brandi the bitch and everyone in the waiting room saw her in her birthday suit. Which included an ugly man with a bad comb-over and a mother with her teenage son who had eyes as big as saucers.
"Shut the damn door!" Karin shouted, trying to cover every inch of naked flesh she could.
"Wow, someone's shy," the man said, getting a laugh from everyone but Karin.
"Where's Dr. Michael's? Who are you? What's going on?" Karin demanded.
The man just looked at her.
"Well?" Karin insisted.
"Just trying to determine which question you want me to answer first."
"Where's Dr. Michael's?" Karin asked, more composed now that she was covered by the thin paper gown.
"He retired. I took over a few months ago," the man said and smiled.
"Well who are you? Are you even a doctor?"
"Multiple questions again," the man said with a glint in his eyes. "But I'll answer them anyway. I'm his son and yes I am a doctor.
"Well, the real Dr. Michael's, I mean the other Dr. Michael's, used to knock on the door before just flinging it open to have the patient gawked at by everyone and their mother!"
"Well, I apologize. I promise to knock on the door before I just fling it open so you won't be gawked at by 'everyone and their mother'." Dr. Michael's said using finger quotes.
"Well let's just get this over with, but you can bet your bottom dollar that I'll be finding a new doctor for my next checkup," Karin said.
"Well I'd hate to loose you as a customer. You were one of my dad's favorites."
"Well, of course I was, your father and I are cut from the same cloth. We both have manners. You should try it young man. I'm sure he taught you proper manners, but then people like you and that pale, tatted-up bimbo out there must have lost them along the way."
"Before either of us say something we'll regret, although it maybe too late for you, lets get your physical done and go our separate ways," Dr. Michael's said.
After checking her eyes, ears, nose and throat, Dr. Michael's told Karin to take off the paper gown. She did so, but with reluctance.
"Now I'm going to take your temperature. Please get on you hands and knees, put your head down and your butt up."
"What?" Karin squealed.
"This is how we take the temperature. You want this to be over or do you want to keep arguing?"
"Fine" Karin said.
Soon she was on all fours, spreading her ass apart while Dr. Michael's rubbed some lube on her asshole. Then he slid his finger in her ass, causing her to gasp. He pulled his finger out and inserted the thermometer. Teasing her asshole with it first. Dr. Michael's heard a slight moan from Karin, causing him to smile.
Suddenly the door opened and Karin heard that bitch Brandi's voice saying something about some workmen being at the office on schedule. And when she looked back she saw that the damn lobby door was open again, though only revealed Brandi this time.
"Don't any of you people knock?" Karin shouted.
"No, but we occasionally ring the doorbell," Brandi said walking over and pushing her finger into Karin's pussy.
"Ding dong," Brandi said and laughed.
"She might have the ding, but I've got the dong," Dr. Michael's said.
He and Brandi laughed while Karin just turned red with embarrassment.
Brandi left and Dr. Michael's had Karin on her back with her legs in the stirrups. Before she knew what had happened Karin found herself secured to the exam table with shackles.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Karin asked