He pushed on her perfect thighs and spread her legs and then turned his attention to her vagina. He poked her lips, which I had shaved that morning. I left a nice patch in front but trimmed where it goes out to the sides too far, and from her clitoral hood down she was completely hairless.
When he first touched her, her whole body stiffened. Her knees closed and the doctor had to push them back open. He put his hand on her tiny knee and she looked like a child next to such a large man.
He touched her bare pussy lips and pressed on her hair covered mound. She seemed to move barely perceptibly. And I am sure involuntarily.
Her hands were clenched in fists and all red and white knuckled.
She hated being touched by a stranger. And here was this monster of a man poking her most intimate parts. She hated it and was furious. With me, with him, with the entire medical community for requiring this humiliating ordeal.
I stood up next to her and took her clenched fist in my hand to comfort her. And I got a much better view while standing.
He felt her mound for quite a while. He asked if she felt any pain or anything.
He slipped one finger barely into her and pinched her fat puffy lips to check some gland he explained.
Then he said the second most waited for sentence in this show.
He said, “now I will put one finger inside you.”
She was now holding my hand, and immediate she squeezed it as hard as she could.
So it is important to know that at this point he has not put anything in her, and he has not taken the pap smear yet.
He explained that lubricant can interfere with the correct results of a pap test, so you are not suppose to use any lubricant before you take the pap smear.
Doctors often put one finger in a woman’s vagina without any lubricant to locate the position and shape of the cervix. This tells them where to put the speculum to get a good view of the cervix.
I believe they are also suppose to use this ‘one finger in the vagina’ technique to determine the size of the opening. So they know what size speculum to use. But I have only known of one doctor who used anything other than a standard, large graves speculum.
A really big instrument for a small woman.
Anyways, this guy did use the large graves, but we are not there yet.
Next he gloved up before putting this dry finger into my wife’s tiny vagina.
After he told her what he was going to do, he spread her lips some with his other hand and just rammed his enormous finger into my terrified wife’s tiny vagina.
She squealed and pulled back on the table some, and he said, “you’re okay. Just relax.”
This was a completely dry finger shoved into a very dry vagina. In a woman who was super tense from fear. It hurt. Alot. And him saying, “you’re ok…” made her want to kill him.
He felt around and as he moved I felt her body twitch and squirm from the pain.
He then yanked it out and said, “OK, now we will put the speculum in and do the internal exam.”
Again, she squeezed my hand as hard as she could.
As I said, he pulled out a large graves speculum but he kept it low so she did not see how big it was. We had talked about the different sizes and she was suppose to ask him if he could use a smaller size, but she was so freaked out she forgot. And, supposedly, so did I.
Again, he had not taken the pap smear yet, so with no lubricant he rammed this large, metal instrument into my wife’s pink vagina. He just pushed. I could see her delicate puffy pink lips pulled inward with the metal device.
Again she pulled back on the table and this time in a very angry voice she shouted, “OUCH!”
He said, “I’m sorry, but we cant use lubricant.” He could have opened her with one hand to make insertion easier. And he could have done it slowly instead of just pushing hard. And, he could have used water as a kind of lubricant. Not great but better than dry. And as I said, he could have used a much smaller speculum.
Again you could see tears welling up in her eyes.
He said, “I’ll give you a second to adjust to it.”
In a few seconds he rotated the speculum and opened it. She squirmed and bit her lip and squeezed my hand and made small whimpering sounds.
She kept jumping every time he moved it. It must have been terribly painful. The speculum was at least twice as wide as it should have been.
When it was situated right he looked in and said, “well your cervix looks good.”
He took a pap smear and she jumped when he did, but she was not tearing up now. Now she was just pissed!
Again, I was standing at her side looking over her mound at the action, so I had a pretty good view.
When he took the speculum out he didn’t close it any until only like a half inch of the bill was still inside her.
I have seen the technique of removing the speculum, and I know that they try to hold it open as they remove it so they can see the sides of the vagina. To look for lesions or anything that looks unusual. But they try to close it as they are removing it because the end of the bills are much wider than farther up on the waist of the tool. Bottom line. It hurt like hell. And it looked like he intended for it to hurt!
She made a sound and pulled back and squeezed my hand so hard. Her hand squeezes were a really a good feed back mechanism on her pain level. And that one hurt.
“Now I will do a digital exam,” he said, “and this time I can use lubricant so it wont be so uncomfortable.” he had a ‘pleased with himself’ look on his face like that made the previous pain acceptable. I knew his uncaring attitude was making her madder. And ‘uncomfortable,’ is not how she would describe it.
He sat down and what my wife didn’t see, but I did, made me squeeze her hand as hard as I could.
I’m an enigma. I probably don’t really know what that means, but I am complicated. I love the pain and her humiliation, but sometimes I hate it. Sometimes, for example, at a nudist camp or something, I’ll get all jealous and try to keep people from seeing her. But I really love showing her body to strangers. Sometimes I want to protect her. This, for about thirty seconds, was one of those times.
I squeezed her hand as hard as I could and my innocent, compliant wife looked at me with a confused and scared look on her beautiful face. I was scared for the pain I knew she was about to feel. I wanted to stop the ordeal. But then I looked at the scene, and my dick involuntarily jerked and spurted some precum.
The last time she had jumped from the pain, her long curly hair flew into her face and she had shaken it back. But didn’t use her hands. So right now one lock of silky curls was stuck on the side of her thick lips. She was a beautiful creature. Her lips were begging for my penis. The brown silky curls pointing the way to her perfect mouth.
Her eyes changed quickly to terrified as she saw the terror on my face.
She screamed, and I mean screamed, “OUCH!” As she sat upright and tried to pull away from the doctor ramming, and I mean ‘ramming’ TWO of his monstrous fingers half deep into her vagina, aided by the plentiful lubricant. She later told me she was sure he had torn her skin when he did that. The pain was so intense. She said it felt like a knife cut her lips.
He had his other hand over her thigh, right by her belly and held her in place with that hand so she could not pull out any.
It was an awesome sight. He completely surrounded her thigh with his huge hand so she could not move. And his fingers were buried second knuckle deep in my wife’s vagina.
He said, “ill give you a second to get used to that.”
It was going to take a lot more than a second. I am an average guy, but honestly his index finger was nearly as wide as my penis. Not quite. And now he had rammed two of them into her.
He had obviously bottomed out. I knew he was bottomed out because as he pushed into her, she moved back the equal amount.
She settled back onto the table and onto his fingers.
He stood between her bare white legs with two fingers in my wife’s vagina, then he started pushing on the silky hair of her bush. I had shaved her from her clitoral hood down. So from my position I could see the bare lips of her puffy pink pussy squeezing his fingers.
“Before we do anything else lets test your muscle tone,” he said.
She had told him abut having urinary incontinence and he said that he would test her muscle tone and that often Physical Therapy will solve the problem if it is just poor muscles.
So with two fingers still in her he said, “now I would like you to squeeze my fingers as hard as you can when I say to. As if you are trying your best to hold back an overfull bladder.”
“Okay, squeeze.” his eyebrows went up as he exclaimed, “oh! Very good.” he twisted his fingers in her vagina, then he said, “and again.” and again he said, “Excellent!”
He seemed genuinely surprised at how strong her vagina muscles are. And wow, they really are!
While moving around his fat fingers in her vagina, the doctor said,
“Well that is not your issue. You have very good muscle tone in your vagina. Do you do exercises?”
My shy wife answered immediately in a very small meek voice.
“Yes, I do kegels all the time.” It seemed like he sort of grinned. Probably not, but he was certainly thinking about her tight vagina and those super strong muscles.
He continued to poke his fat fingers into her stretched pussy for a really long time.
He shoved his fingers in as deep as they would go. I could feel her move back as he did. When he located her ovaries and pinched them between his two enormous fingers which were in her vagina and his other hand on her belly, she squeaked and jumped and grimaced.
He did that on each side, and again, it seemed to me that he wanted to make it hurt more than it needed to. He rolled her ovaries as she grimaced and squirmed on the table.
Even with all his pushing, he never got is fingers in deeper than half way.
Finally he, and she, had had enough and he pulled his sopping foamy fingers out of her and her vagina immediately snapped shut.
And then, as he was doing it, so she had no warning, he explained that he was about to put one finger back in her vagina as he put one in her bottom.
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