Author: Laurra CA

I was visiting my English professor, Dr. Ann Brown. We were alone in her office. We had become friends over the 2 yrs I had been in her classes. I was very fond of her. Could say I had a crush on her. But being as I was straight, I was very careful not to make too strong an overture. Besides I had my boyfriend Doug to take me out on the weekends, so I didnt want her to get the wrong impression. I didnt believe the talk I heard about her at first. That she liked to play with "little girls", college girls that is. Because she was feminine, always seen in the company of men. Occasionally she attended University functions with students, sometimes female students, singly, or in a group.

One day during final exams, I was visiting Ann, we were just starting to be on a first name basis.

"Laurra darling, that was a wonderful play we saw last Saturday. Wasnt it? It kept my attention the entire time. The love scene was exquisite. (giggle) I actually began to feel a bit aroused! Are you free for a little tennis again this afternoon? I can see we are just made for each other. I have lots of student friends as you know, but I feel so comfortable and at ease with you."

"Thanks Dr. Ann."

"Please, call me Ann. "Doctor" makes me feel so old. You know, youre about the same age as my daughter, Megan."

Feeling flattered I continued, "I love visiting with you, and yes, the play was so professional for University level. I'd love to play tennis but my back is sore, I dont think its out, but Im in knots. I see the chiropractor tonight.I believe I could meet you out on the tennis court day after tomorrow. Date?"

"Ohhhhh, my girl, doesnt feel good. :-( Turn around with your back to me and lift your top. Let me see your back Darling. My daughter Megan has back trouble as a result of a car accident and has never completely healed. She continues to improve, but quite slowly." She stated in a regal manner.

I did as she asked. She ran her hands over my back looking for sore places and knots.

"Lie down on the lounge and let me massage your back a bit, it'll tide you over 'til you can get to the doctor."

"Oh thats not necessary but thanks."

"No I really must insist." she said firmly.

" Lie down on this lounge. Remove your skirt, that way it wont be wrinkled when you leave. And take off your blouse and bra, nobody here but us girls. :-) I used to massage Megans back all the time, for months after the accident. She had months of physical therapy and 2 surgeries but inbetween those sessions I had to help her feel better, she was in ab-so-lute agony. I used hot packs and massage. It helped her get to sleep at night. The pain was always worse at night. Resting seemed to help a great deal. As much as therapy." She sighed.

Starting to feel relaxed again, I was wearing nothing but my lace thong panties and my white sox and tennis shoes. I lay down.

"Thats right Laurra, lie on your tummy and let Ann nurture you Dear. I feel a knot right here, let me rub it out."

"Ouch", I cried. "Sorry, I didnt know what you were going to do." She massaged me expertly for a few minutes and stepped back.

SUDDENLY, the room lights were very dim, soft music was playing. Ann brought small glasses of sherry and suggested we sip them to relax. I drank mine down, feeling apprehensive for the first time.

" I took a 4 month course in massage just for Megan. The wine, the music and the dim lighting should help you relax. Just relax and let me do all the work. I want you to be more relaxed than you've ever been."

I felt a little wet between my legs from fright or what I dont know. She worked on my back. Then my legs. She kneaded and rubbed my buttocks as I was wearing only a thong.

"This thong is just in the way why dont you remove it? Lift your hips, I'll slide it down." She pulled them down, lingering with her hand on my butt cheeks, and rubbing them in a circular fashion. I just assumed she was being motherly, like she would with Megan. Its OK to touch your own daughter there. I mean, its just a silly gesture, right?

No sooner did she do that than she had me turn on my side and place a pillow in back and a pillow in front of me.

"I want to work on your thighs. But right now, I want to check you out with my thermometer. Draw your knees up to your chest."

I said "What?" in protest and she told me to "Hush, you're alright, do as I say.", in a soft motherly voice. So feeling a bit intimidated, not to mention tired and achy to boot, I decided not to fight her, she seemed insistent. Besides, she was a friend, I reminded myself, just trying to help me out. I just decided to relax and soon this would be over. And I would be back at the student cafeteria having my dinner.

I twisted my neck around and saw her shaking the thermometer. She took a tube of KY and squeezed it onto her right index finger. She dipped the thermometer in it and I thought, "Oh shit, I dont believe this, a rectal thermometer, what am I, three years old?" My dread mixed with pain, fatigue, impatience, and nervousness. I tried not to panic. But before I could, she was saying soothing things to me like "Try to lie still Darling. It will be over very very soon, I promise. It wont hurt, or poke you, or anything else. Just relax now. This is the most accurate method," in her usual throaty, beautiful, sexy, attention-riveting voice of hers. Her voice satisfied me. Her words satisfied. I felt better.

It was Friday night, I didnt feel well, I was hungry, and I had things to do, fun things with my friends. Now I knew by the time I made it back to the dorm I would be so upset, I may as well just go to bed and take a nap. Oh well there would be other Fridays.

She manually smeared the cool soothing KY gel on and around my anus, concentrically. I began to whimper, I couldnt help it. The more I tried not to cry, the more I cried. I was a nervous wreck. She was telling me to "relax, you're too tight.......loosen up, honey relax your bottom .......thats a good girl," she said as I took a deep breath and let go of my tension. I looked around again and her right hand was holding the cold glass tube, slowly making its way to my rectum, like an airplane to a hangar. " I cant believe this," I thought to myself again. She inserted it deeply and firmly with precision care and accuracy, like a professional nurse. During the whole ordeal, she had one hand on my forehead and the other hand over my crack.The thermometer hanging out of it was between her fingers. Her palm was sort of flat out across and yet cupping my bottom, to keep me from pushing it out, as she said, "We wouldnt have to start over again, now would we Darling." :-) It felt funny, like I had to fart, tho feeling embarrassed, I told her so. And she pulled back just a bit on that glass stick to relieve my discomfort. I lay there for what seemed like a half hour.

" I have to get back. I need to have dinner and rest up, my friends are waiting. Are we almost done.?

Ann replied imperiously, as a highly educated woman might, "No Dear, one more minute to go, almost finished. Youre OK....... youre alright. What are you crying about? :-)" She said in baby talk, as one would to a child. I felt better, but knew this would look silly to Doug.

At that point I felt my rectal walls spasm and a twitch in my erogenous tissues, as she too quickly pulled the thermometer from my exposed bottom. I was feeling like a beached whale unable to help myself. This added to my frustration. But at least I wasnt whining any more. The drafts of cold air were on my skin as I had no drape.

"100 even, probably just fatigue, be sure to tell the doctor ."

I felt myself smile. She was through with me.

But wait, she picked up the massage oil again. She worked on my thighs and back. Next she positioned me on my other side. Then without warning , a warm plump finger slithered slowly and deeply up my rectum like a harmless garden snake. It filled me totally and completely. It wasnt painful exactly, but when I cried-out she pulled out.

"Darling, a complete massage incorporating internal massage, will be the best way to heal your back."

"No it wont", I yelled, "I have a boyfriend who wont like it. LET ME GO.!!" And I stretched my legs out straight so she couldnt access my rectum without my permission. This is the way Doug usually played around with my vagina, from the readr.

"You'll balk at first, but you'll settle in." I thought I heard her say, in a low voice.

Then Ann took her oily hands which were resting on my thigh and hip and began forcibly pushing a finger into my vagina anyway, simulating intercourse. Going in and out. Finger fucking me. Doug has done this to me, but never another woman. She got real still and concentrated her movement on a tiny spot way inside, and behind and facing my uterus, as if the pad of the tip of her index finger had sand paper on it. Her other hand held me down. She rubbed my G-spot with one finger and I felt alert as if I were approaching climax, I salivated and licked my lips. I felt like this was the Twilight Zone of all my experiences to date. Her other hand she used to masturbate my clitorus and breasts. She pinched my nipples. My sore back hurt badly so I was too weak to get up or stop her.I was shocked and didnt know what to do. I was afraid of her now. Why was she violating me after all the happy times we had spend on the tennis court and at her private country club playing golf?. I tried to deny that the situation was tinged with excitement. My tears were abundant and pleading like a tiny girl. She made me feel tiny. She was overpowering. She made cooing noises and used cute endearments. She called me Sweetheart, Baby girl, Honey, Sweety, and so on.

"Dear, you need to be examined thoroughly by a good physician before commencing a regimen of physical therapy. Im not too sure about chiropractors, Darling." Then she unbuttoned her blouse and offered her breasts, hoping, I suppose, that I would decide to suckle or play with them. Although they were very beautiful and large in her fancy expensive undergarments, I refused. She said "Another time Little One." I felt tears on my cheeks again, I sobbed quietly. And she skillfully resumed masturbating my clit with one hand, and penetrating my rectum and sometimes my vagina with her other.I was thoroughly lubricated, so that the excess KY lube ran down my butt cheek and the side of my leg.It was too much for me. She was very accomplished....and patient.

Then...against my will.......... I had an orgasm. Partly out of fright. She announced that I was a very good girl but she had to insert the thermometer again to be sure the first reading was correct. Sitting on one end of the lounge, she pulled me across her lap and began digging around my butt crack to find my rectum. I felt her slide the cold thing in my ass, she rubbed my low back and held it in place with her palm on my bottom, I stared into space in a post orgasmic pre-seizure state. Next thing I new I was fainting, and I woke up I was in sick bay. My boyfriend

took me to my room. Shaking, I needed rest. No one grilled me on my condition thank God. They diagnosed me with "Exam week fatigue" and advised a weekend of bedrest.

I saw a counsellor so I wouldnt have to tell my boyfriend about Dr Ann. It was too humiliating. I didnt want him to think I consented. I asked her why she raped me and she was very evasive, refusing to discuss it. Pooh poohed my accusation. Said she was only examining me and giving me a treatment. I never filed charges with the Administration. I didnt think I needed the trauma that was sure to ensue.

Ann still calls me for tennis twice a month. I cringe when I accidentally see her while Im walking to class. She always has a very gracious "hello" and warm smile. I sometimes pretend I dont see her, or give just the slightest of polite hello's, so as not to appear rude to other students, for fear someone might figure out what took place with her. Im sure Im not the only girl on campus she has done this to. Now I understand the rumors. But she appears so cultured, prim and proper. My bi and lesbian next door neighbors tell me I must be nuts to pass up a beauty like her. She is a beauty. And quite intriguing I must say. But she took away my choice, I could never trust her again.

Inspite of her whispered endearments, I tell her I have another partner, or that Im taking a break from the courts (no pun intended). Maybe someday she will get the message and give up. I graduate soon, and I'll be rid of her for good!

I have to confide a little secret. Sometimes when my boyfriend is out of town, and I need to have an orgasm ( when I have PMS), I put a baby thermometer up my ass while I masturbate. I get a perfect climax and a wonderful sound sleep in the afternoon. Maybe I have judged Dr. Ann too harshly?

Laurra CA