By: gynodoc@hotmail

It is a gray dreary day and I had not been feeling very well. I have been having severe migraine headaches and my blood pressure has been running a little high. I had been under a lot of pressure preparing for the recent holidays, but now they have passed.

My husband is a physician and also my gynecologist and has been taking my blood pressure on a regular basis. It has been almost a year since my last physical examination and before that, who can count. My last exam, despite my protest, turned out to be quite memorable, so when my husband suggested that I come into the office for a complete physical exam, I was not in total disagreement, as before.

He gave me an appointment card for the next Friday at 5pm. after regular office hours and the staff has gone home for the weekend. Last time I had to be coerced and brought to the office under protest, but this time I was actually looking forward to my appointment.

Friday had arrived and it was now 2pm. ‘just 3 hours' from my scheduled appointment time.

I began to prepare myself, undressed and jumped into the shower doing all the routine female things, with washing my hair and shaving my legs and bikini area. He had always instructed me never to douche before an exam as this could make it somewhat inaccurate.

After drying my hair and applying my makeup, I began to evaluate my wardrobe. WHAT SHALL I WEAR? Always a very female concern!!!!!

I decided upon a black mini-skirt and simple silk white blouse for the external and underneath I picked a new white VS demi bra and garter pantyhose for the inner story.

I looked at myself in the mirror and looked pretty good for my age. I had been a previous beauty queen, but that was 25 years ago.

I finished the final touches on my hair, grabbed my purse, locked the door to the house and headed out in my car.

While driving I kept thinking about my exam that was about to take place upon my arrival. The closer I got to the office, the more excited I seemed to be getting, and felt like a highschooler getting ready for the big prom.

As I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed the last employee getting into her car and briefly spoke with her, exchanging greetings as she told me how nice I looked. I explained I was going to surprise my husband and make him take me out to dinner, not letting on that I was really his last patient of the day.

I entered thru the rear office door as I usually do and walked down the carpeted halls to my husband's private office, startling him with my arrival, as he obviously did not hear me enter the building.

His eyes glowed as he visually undressed me with his eyes and told me to have a seat after a greeting hug and kiss.

He pulled some forms out of his desk drawer and began to explain the exam to me in detail, then began asking me questions regarding my health, how I had been feeling, any medication I was taking (I would use over the counter diet pills from time to time without telling him although he suspected them) and personal question like my last period, breast pains, etc.

He asked me if I had any questions before we got started and I asked him as I had done before, if he was going to make me undress and put on one of those paper gowns. He knew how I felt about how depersonalized I felt in those crummy little gowns.

He said we could do as I pleased and take the exam step by step. I agreed and got up from in front of his office desk and he met me in the doorway and accompanied me down the hall to a large exam room.

The exam room was well appointed with all the normal appearing medical equipment but the one thing that I immediately did notice was the exam table did not have any GYN stirrups and I felt almost disappointed.

He asked if I was ready to proceed and flirted with me but in a very professional manner.

Upon agreeing that I was ready, he placed a digital thermometer in my mouth and held it in place until it signaled completion by an audible tone. He felt around my neck and throat, and then looked into my ears, nose and throat. He had me do various exercises of rolling my eyes squinting my eyes and face, toughing my nose, squeezing his hands and pushing and pulling my arms. He took out a reflex hammer and had me pull my skirt up on my thighs revealing the white flesh between my hose. He tapped on my crossed knees causing them to jerk; he did the same to my ankles.

He pulled out a blood pressure cuff and went to take my BP but upon unbuttoning the cuffs of my blouse, I noted they were tapered and would not roll up.

He then asked me to take off my blouse completely which I did, revealing my new white demi cup bra with the mounds of my breast rising above them. He first took my blood pressure in my right arm, them my left, while sitting, then standing. He placed the thermometer again under my right, and then left armpits.

He took his stethoscope and listened to my back and had me repeatedly breathe in and out, then moved around to my chest and between my breasts. He had me cough then take a deep breath and hold it as long as possible. He then took out a tape measure and placed it around my chest, then had me take as big a breath as possible while expanding the tape. He then lowered the tape across my bra at my nipple level. He asked what size bra I was wearing and told him this bra was a 36C, he nodded in affirmation

He had me place both arms behind my head a clasp my fingers together; he felt underneath my armpits for any lumps and tenderness. I then put my arms down and in the process he asked me to take off my bra and place it in my lap. He then proceeded to feel my breasts in a circular motion then up and down then in and out; lastly pulling and squeezing my nipples. This was a very through breast examination and now I felt moisture forming between my legs as my nipples stood out erect. He said I could now put my bra back on if that made me feel more comfortable, which I did.

He asked that I stand up which I did, momentarily having problems balancing on the narrow footrest at the end of the examination while in my heels. He placed a tape measure around my waist recording that measurement. He then asked me to remove my skirt, which upon his command made my vaginal juices flow. I reached behind and unzipped my skirt, allowing it to fall around my ankles, then stepped out of it, lifting it with the tip of my shoe and throwing it across the room.

There I now stood in my bra and black garter pantyhose on this little footstool at the end of the exam table. He walked over to the digital thermometer once again, but this time dipped the tip into a jar of Vaseline. I now began to have butterflies in anticipation as he instructed me to turn around and bend over the exam table. He came up behind me and placed his fingers into the waistband of my pantyhose pulling them down to my mid-thighs. He separated the cheeks of my behind and place a finger against my rectum, then slowly inserted the thermometer probe tip; again until it beeped. I began to stand up as he pulled out the probe, but he took his free hand and place it in the middle of my back and told me to continue to stay in the bent over position. He then returned with a well-lubricated gloved hand, separated my cheeks and inserted his finger into my rectum. He began to move it around and in and out at which time I let out a moan of pleasure. He completed my rectal exam and told me to stand up and turn around which I immediately did and at the same time began to pull the waistband of my hose.

He instructed me then to sit on the end of the table as he reached underneath the table and pulled out the GYN stirrups and spread them to the sides. He asked me to standup and remove my hose completely and to lie back on the table.

As I did my legs lay straight and bent down at the end of the table as he move to my side and felt around my abdomen and listened with his stethoscope in various areas. He then grasped my ankles one at a time and placed them spread eagle into the stirrups. Of course he asked the traditional GYN phrase of please scoot down to the end of the table, which I graciously did having anticipated his request.

He places a speculum in my vagina and did a PAP scraping from my vagina and then inserted his finger without ANY needed lubrication as is was now more than self lubricated. He felt inside my vagina and underneath my bladder in in my abdomen. At this time I was now becoming very flush and moving my hands against my nipples with a feeling of internal explosion. It was a wonderful feeling---------one that every woman should experience while having the unpleasentries of an internal examination.

He finished me off with putting an additional finger in my rectum while the other two were moving rhythmically in my vagina. I screamed in ecstasy-------thank God this was an after hours exam!!!!!