Playing Doctor 12

I was making some money as a subject in medical studies during my freshman year at college. I was looking online for more gigs of this type and was corresponding with a guy who I thought at first was a real doctor. It soon became clear that he wasn't and that he wanted to pay me to "play doctor" as he put it. It didn't sound like a good idea, but when he told me how much he would pay me, I figured I would be crazy to say no. How bad could it be? He made me send him photos of my penis and butt before he sent me the first payment and we agreed to meet at his "office" for the exam. He gave me instructions to shave all my pubic hair off and all the hair around my butt. "Bare skin from your belly button downward and all the way up the back to your tailbone. DO NOT give yourself an enema before you come to your appointment. I will determine if you need an enema and I'll give you one if I feel it's necessary." It hadn't occurred to me to give myself an enema and I found his comment on this unsettling.

We met at his place. His "office" was the living room of his apartment that had a new looking medical exam table plopped right in the middle of it. He first said he needed some "history" and started asking me questions that were creepy and embarrassing. What kind of things had I had in my rectum? He seemed excited to learn that I had had nothing more than a rectal thermometer up there and that was years ago. What were my bowel movements like? He even made me show him with my fingers how thick in diameter my poop usually was.

He handed me a hospital gown and told me to go into the bathroom and change --"EVERYTHING off. Opening of the gown in the BACK." When I came out with the gown on, he was sitting in a chair. He ordered me to come over and stand in front of him, "Have you ever had a bare bottom spanking?"

I thought it a weird question and shrugged, "No. Why?"

"You're about to get one. Lot's of new experiences for you today. Lay across my lap."

I resisted, but he firmly grabbed my arm and put his other arm around my waist and had me face down and bottom up across his lap in no time. He held me down and opened the flaps of the gown to expose my butt and cupped my bare bottom in with his hand. "The purpose of this spanking that you're about to get is to focus your mind on your bottom which will be the center of attention today. It's also to make the point that I am in charge of your bottom. Stay still and don't resist. The more you struggle the harder I'll spank you." With that, he started to spank me, going back and forth from one cheek to the other. At first I though it wasn't bad and figured I could handle it no problem, but after a minute, the stinging steadily started to build and it was quickly getting VERY painful. He would stop spanking every so often and use both of his hands to spread my ass open. I could tell he was looking at my anus. I felt embarrassed and so exposed when he did this. I was also starting to notice a hard bulge under my stomach where I was laying across his lap and realized he was getting a hard on just spanking me and looking at my ass! When he resumed spanking, I quickly got to the point I couldn't stand it and I begged him to stop. "Now that you have a sore little bottom, do you understand that I'm in control and that you need to totally surrender your bottom to me?"

"Yes! Yes! No more spanking! Please!" I was embarrassed to hear myself whimper.

He stopped and parted my legs a little more and then spread my cheeks again for another "inspection." With my butt still stinging and warm, it made me feel so vulnerable having his eyes gazing at me back there. My most private sensitive place was spread wide open. He let go of my buttocks and rested his hand on the convexity of my bottom and started to gently caress me like he was trying to soothe the pain he had just caused me.

"Now, I'm going to get a rectal temp on you. Your rectum is a very warm place and good place for a thermometer to go. Stay still." He held the old fashioned glass thermometer in front of my face to show it to me, "See the nice rounded tip? Nice and blunt and smooth so it will be comfortable when I penetrate you with it. He withdrew it from my view and then put it back in front of me, this time with a glob of vaseline on the bulb, "Nice and greasy to slide right into you!" I felt his fingers spread my buttocks and then the cool slick glass slither through my anus. This, his first penetration of my bottom, was so emotionally charged. I felt a complex confusing mix of shame for letting him do this to me, embarrassment, and also deeply submissive and vulnerable. "Good boy," he said quietly and soothingly. He let go of my cheeks and the thermometer and resumed rubbing my bottom. He would periodically spread me open and "adjust" the thermometer by partially withdrawing it and pushing it back in. I realized he was also twirling it between his fingers and the ridges along the shaft produced a tickling sensation in my anus. This caused my anal ring to involuntarily tighten around it which only made the sensations more intense. "You seem to have a very sensitive bottomhole, don't you?"

I said nothing and he became impatient. "Answer me!" he growled, pinching my ass hard enough to make me flinch.

"Yes! Yes, my bottom is sensitive!"

"Well then. Tell me how it feels. What kind of senstions is this giving you?"

"It's kind of like an awkward uncomfortable tickle," I said, struggling to put the sensations into words. "Its making my anus tighten and it feels like the muscles are getting tired from it being clamped so long."

"Don't worry." He whispered with his head down nearer to mine. "I'm going to help you get your little anus nice and relaxed! Are you getting an erection? Most boys become aroused by this type of anal stimulation."

"No, I don't think so."

My uncertain answer left him unsatisfied and he reached his hand between my legs and under me and grasped my penis and squeezed it firmly a few times. "Your penis is still soft. Probably because you're still scared. That may change. Let's see what this thermometer says." He withdrew it slowly. As the mercury bulb slipped out of my anal ring, what had felt cool when it went in was now noticably warm from the heat of my rectum.

"Let's look together, shall we?" He held the thermometer in front of my face and I could see tan smudges of poop on the glass, and partway up the shaft, there was a donut of vaseline that showed how deeply it had been up my bottom. "It's a little dirty from being up your bottomhole." He wiped it with a tissue and pronounced, "99 degrees. You have a very warm rectum."