Page 10 of Deeply Examined

I want to cry from the loss of it.

“I’m putting in the speculum now. You’re going to have a sensation of fullness.”

Surprisingly gently, Dr. West eases the cold metal into my channel. It’s so big, it’s uncomfortable. I tense against it, my muscles going rigid.

“Relax. Let me in,” he says, his voice stern.

There’s a clicking sound as he opens the speculum even wider. I do my best to hold still, but it’s unpleasant. The stretching sensation is bordering on painful. Just when I think I can’t take it, he cranks the device open even farther.

“Ow,” I complain.

Dr. West looks up. “Does it hurt?”

I don’t want him to think I’m weak, so I lie and say, “Only a little.” The truth is, I feel like I’m about to be split in two.

He tsks, a disappointed sound. “I need you to hold still. I have to get a good look.” He focuses those stormy eyes on me.

I nod, eager to please. “I will. I promise.”

Lifting my head off the table, I peer down at him.

Dr. West wears a frown of concentration as he looks through the speculum. “I’ll gather samples to send to the lab for your pap,” he tells me. He picks up a bristle tipped swab from the tray. There’s a pinch when he puts it in and spins it around. Then it’s out and he drops it into a tube, sealing it away. Next, he selects something that looks like a Q-tip, but huge, like a giant would use. He sticks it into me, and I can feel it rolling along my inner walls. It’s pleasant, and the pain from the speculum fades, replaced by this new sensation.

After a minute, he pulls the swab out and holds it up to the light to look it over. The tip glistens with moisture.

“I’m going to get a clitoral sample now,” he says. “Did you know the clitoris has a hood on it?”

I shake my head no.

“It does. A small piece of skin that protects it, almost like how a sleeve covers your arm.”

He reaches up above where the speculum protrudes. “If I pull back the hood, your clitoris is exposed and is more easily stimulated.” He pushes the skin back, and a blast of air hits the sensitive area. Dr. West takes the damp swab and rolls it over my clit in a smooth, firm motion. My head drops back on the table, and I sigh out a moan. Whatever he just did felt amazing. I’m instantly turned on. Then he taps the swab against my clit which has begun to swell. Tap. Tap. My knees jerk involuntarily at the contact. I can feel arousal pooling around the speculum. He circles the swab over my clit, around and around.

I’m panting. An ache grows between my legs.

“Good,” Dr. West says, sounding pleased, but I can’t look at him to see his expression. My eyes are squeezed shut, focused on what he’s doing to me.

“I’m going to palpate your insides and check for any masses or irregularities,” he says. Still stimulating my clit, he sticks his fingers into the opening of the speculum. “I can reach much deeper now that I have this holding you open.” I can feel him in there, stroking me. My hips rock to the motion.

“I have three fingers inside of you now, Ms. Jones,” he says in his deep, gravely voice. “Can you feel them?”

“Oh, yes,” I breathe out.

He pushes into me even more. The speculum digs in, but all I feel is his touch. Electricity is building in me, zinging along my spine and heading straight to my core.

Dr. West moves the swab more rapidly now, and my body moves with it, vibrating under his careful ministrations. He bends his finger slightly, and it increases the pressure against the sensitive skin down there. I whimper, rocking my hips to his rhythm. I’m so wet now that there are moist slapping sounds every time his fingers bottom out in me. There’s an orgasm growing inside me, just the tease of it but getting bigger every second.

“I want you to touch your breasts now,” he says. “I need to see if you’re doing your self-exam correctly.”

I hadn’t noticed before, but the jerking of my body as it moves in time to his fingers has knocked my gown open. My chest is on full display, tits bouncing as my hips roll. Without hesitation I bring a hand to each breast and knead the soft flesh.

“Like this?” I ask tentatively, not completely sure what he wants from me.

“No. Harder. To do a proper self-exam, you must be firm.”

I peek down and quake at the scowl on his face.

To appease him, I press my fingers with more force into my breasts.

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