Strip Search

By Ivan Fedotov

An Anthology of Naughty, Sinful, and Explicit Sex Stories!

Hot, naughty, explicit, and taboo erotica for men and women!

You can enjoy it by yourself or with that special someone.

Then don't wait any longer, because this is the book for you!

All characters and actions in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to any real or dead person, place or event is purely coincidental.

All acting persons are 18 years or older.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Meg Congelosi
• Release date: Feb 17, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215637913

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Strip search

Gynecologist dr Desire

Used by the doctor

The sharp doctor

Strip Search

Author: Ivan Fedotov

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You can't ask for that!

'No, we don't do that either,' said Headmistress Brecht calmly, 'but then we can't issue you a certificate either. That's what our school rules say.«

»I am 21 years old. What does school have to do with my private life?!"

My voice was shaking.

"Child, why are you so upset? You haven't just been here since yesterday. We are not a normal school, but a girls' boarding school with very classic values. The best universities in the world follow our recommendations. Your parents didn't send you here for nothing. It has always been a tradition for us that we not only judge academic performance, but also moral ...«

»And that's why I should go to the gynecologist?! That doesn't want to get into my head!"

'Chastity is part of morality, dear! And, unfortunately, the word of women your age can only be taken to a limited extent. Therefore, according to boarding school regulations, a doctor must confirm your physical condition.«

I sighed loudly. If only I had never stopped her in the hallway. Gradually losing patience, she followed more sternly, I take it you have nothing to worry about, Jenny! And if you do, our equipment has failed and then you don't have to boast about our name either!

'If your equipment fails, I'll have to spend the summer toiling away in my father's factory - on the sanding belt! My fingernails won't survive that! And then I'm not allowed to go to Jerome in Paris either. You know my father and how strict he is."

»Careful!«, she instructed me in a practiced teacher's voice, »your father is not strict, but caring. As do all of us here. Someday you'll appreciate it."

I could have scratched her eyes out, but my anger didn't help.

Okay, listen! I get really uncomfortable when a strange man just examines me down there. You are also a woman and can understand that, right? Can't I go to the gynecologist at my parents' house and he'll send you the result?

She paused and raised her eyebrows in irritation. As a self-confessed feminist, my words struck a chord with her. Such an objection was difficult to dismiss. She took a deep breath and then said, Okay, I'll call your parents.

It wasn't exactly what I was hoping for, but it was better than nothing. I could live with that for now.

Thank you very much, Frau Brecht!

Now go to class and come to my office after sixth period. Then we'll see ...

I nodded happily and jumped away.

When I entered my classroom, the other girls were already seated, but luckily our English teacher hadn't arrived yet, so I quickly took a seat next to Friederike. As soon as I sat down, I felt a little nostalgic - I would soon be missing them all very much. The graduation ceremony was only 1 week away, the written exams had already been written. This chapter was slowly but surely closing.

There were only eleven of us in this class, but I got on really well with each one, which was probably due to our similar backgrounds. We were all considered uneducable and troubled in the public schools we came from. Accordingly, without exception, each had already failed at least once. Our only advantage was that we had wealthy parents. That's why we were here at this elite facility, eating off golden plates and learning from the best private tutors. Not that I wanted to complain, but some regulations were not only too strict, but simply silly. I was pretty sick of that silly thing about the upcoming investigation, for example.

Hey, Friedi... I babbled to my best friend next to me and slapped her shoulder with the back of my hand, you already done with this stupid investigation?

What test? she grinned unknowingly.

Well, that thing with the gynecologist... because of our grade in moral behavior...

»Oh! That's what you mean. Yes, I have..."

And?

And what?

And how was it? Now don't let them pull everything out of your nose! What happens there? Should I be worried?

Well, that depends...

For what? I squeaked nervously, Friediii, I'm not in the mood for such an examination! Tell me what awaits me!

Leaning menacingly toward me, she put her hand to her mouth, looked at the door, and whispered, 'Most of that old bastard's just checking to see if you're untouched. And that hasn't been the case for me, as you know, for a long time. So I had to do a bit of verbal persuasion to get him to sign the principal's form for me..."

And that worked?

Yes, no problem! The guy was so horny and corruptible, I didn't even have to make an effort! I'm done and it was worth the risk,« she giggled softly, »Anna did it too! She's a lot worse than me...

And how am I supposed to do that?

Suddenly it wasn't such a good idea that I had suggested to old Brecht that we go to my gynecologist from home - he wouldn't be bribed without my father finding out.

You're not a virgin anymore??

Quiet! Are you crazy to be so loud?! I hissed, No, it happened on the last holiday with Jerome! Luckily my father doesn't know about it. That's really weird...

Was it awesome?

»Friedi!«

Tell me!

Not at first, but then very... I admitted, cheeks flushed and surprised that my stomach tingled when I talked about it. Friederike got really curious. I didn't even know her like that. We chattered the whole hour and exchanged all sorts of intimate details. Somehow it excited me to have such a conversation. But maybe it was just the distraction that did me good after making such a buck with the director. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of the door to her office - as agreed. With slightly trembling hands, I knocked and hoped that she would have to reject my special request and that I would have to go to the regular doctor at the boarding school.

In! Ah, Jenny, please! Take place ...

Unusually guilty, I crept over to the wide leather chair in front of her desk.

I have good news and bad news for you, she began, giving my heart a nervous jolt.

Yes?

'I spoke to your father on the phone. He wasn't enthusiastic at first, but then he realized..."

I can be examined at home?

No, that's the bad news. This is taking too long for your father. And to be honest, I have to agree with him on that. We can't give you a certificate without the doctor's moral clearance...

And what's the good news?

Your father sent the gynecologist you usually see to us. He's already put him on the plane.

Doctor Braitling is on his way here??

'No, er... his name is...' she ran her finger over her notebook in front of her, '... Doctor Gregory Peck. Yes, that is him. Your father was sure that you would agree to it."

"Why should I agree to a strange doctor?! That's what it's all about!«

That's the point, Jenny! This Doctor Peck is no stranger...

Again she looked at her conversation note and adjusted her horn-rimmed glasses.

»... You should know him from before, because he is the big brother of your school friend Mona.«

Mona Peck?!

Allegedly ...

"Doctor Gregory Peck is Greg , Mona's big brother??!?"

"So you remember. Then everything is fine. I still have a lot to do. Doctor Peck will be here in a few hours, then examine you and leave in the morning. Your father is extraordinarily generous in such matters. You should appreciate that! It costs a lot of money to send a renowned doctor across the country for a private examination.«

My heart pounded. Hot shockwaves of fear and shame coursed through her throat and face. That was a lot worse than I had expected. Now I wasn't dealing with a stranger, nor with the fat Braitling that I at least knew, but with Greg - my secret first love when I was young and naive, long before I was a boarder. the greg Soccer team captain, head boy, heartthrob and teachers' favourite. The Greg who only became a doctor to help in the third world and donated his prize money from won sporting events to children's homes. Suddenly my situation was no longer difficult, but completely impossible. Bad enough that I had to face him naked and exposed. Can't imagine what would happen if he discovered my secret and searched in vain for an intact hymen. I immediately wanted to sink into the ground in shame.

"Jennie? Is there anything else I can do for you? Otherwise I would devote myself to these letters to parents again.«

Her words snapped me back to the now. My thoughts had turned into a hideous hurricane in no time. I stared blankly and unfocused at the floor in front of me.

Er, where do I meet him?

Once he arrives, one of the housekeeping staff will meet you at your room and escort you to our medical hallway.

Okay... I stammered weakly, slowly pushing myself off the back of the chair with my arms until I was standing again.

I spent the following hours in a single trance. I didn't even turn on the light in my room, even though it was overcast and gloomy. The shady, dark room suited my mood better.

I hadn't seen Greg for at least four years. I rattled the situation over and over while searching my laptop for information about him. All the reports and newspaper articles I found raved about him.

›High-flyer ... Athlete with brain and heart ... Up-and-coming medical doctor stands up for the weak ... Honor where credit is due - Gregory Peck is awarded the Medal of Merit ... Doctors Without Borders ... War veteran and exceptional athlete .. .' was only an excerpt of what the newspapers were able to report. He was even said to be writing a book - about the G-spot, the last mystery in biology, which he had taken on as a passionate gynecologist. I had to shake my head in disgust and interest at the same time when I read this description of the book because it sounded just like him. That's how I still remembered him. Always at the forefront, always ambitious, radiant and exemplary. Almost too perfect. A beautiful case that lived up to all of society's expectations and easily eclipsed them.

If it hadn't been for the women. Greg always had a taste of his own and I felt that when I was a naive teenager. After all, he was only six years older than me and therefore pretty much the hottest thing I could imagine at the time.

I wrote him anonymous letters that I pinned to his locker and asked Mona about him, only to lie secretly languishing next to her on the thick cushions of her large living room couch and imagine Gregory pushing his current queen of hearts aside to to climb into the window of my room. That was his speciality, nightly home visits. Notorious for his wear and tear, he still managed not to have a single ex-wife speak ill of him after he broke their hearts. There was something magical about his charisma.

Unfortunately, I was also included on this list. It had happened about three years ago after a Halloween party. I was just of legal age and stomping home disguised as a cop when his car honked my horn off the street. It was raining and Greg selflessly took me with him because he recognized my shape. As he dropped me off at my parents' house, in a spontaneous moment he grabbed my neck, pulled me to him and kissed me - with a passion and fieryness I hadn't felt since. After our lips parted, I gave him a shocked, crushing look to which he casually replied, Good night, Jenny!

At the time, I wished so much that more would happen, a message, an SMS, further contact, a hot affair, great love, a short, intensive relationship, something, but it was just this one kiss. He did not approach me and continued to float in his popular circles, which were out of reach for me. Before I left for the boarding school, I plucked up courage and wrote him an e-mail, which he never replied to.

All the stories were coming up again now, and I realized bittersweetly how hard it had been to put him aside back then. Even here at the boarding school, in the first week, a diplomat's daughter enthusiastically told me how lucky I was to have gone to his school. His reputation preceded him and I was very happy when she had to leave our boarding school a short time later.

At some point he was successfully forgotten and disappeared between all the dates of boarding school life - at least almost. I still used the rare times I chatted with Mona to ask her about her brother.

And now this. He would come here. Nervous sweat ran down my back and I looked tensely at the clock. It was already dawn. He couldn't be far. As the hour approached, I became more uncomfortable.

I remembered his tendency to tease and tease women. I especially dreaded that, after all I not only had to expose myself to him, but also hit him on my side in no time at all so that I didn't get expelled from school. My chest tingled with tension, my breathing became shallower, my eyes more erratic. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't think of a strategy.

Then there was a loud knock at the door. My heart dropped into my pants instantly.

Jennie? This is Mrs Moller. I'm coming to pick you up The doctor is here now.

I looked left and right in a panic, dropping everything. I completely misjudged the time - I wasn't even done, my hair straightened and my face makeup done.

One minute! I panted restlessly, squeezing into my best pair of pants, which really showed off my buttocks.

After five minutes, Ms. Möller, the tutor at the facility, knocked again: »Jenny? Everything OK? But now we have to!"

I'm coming! I squeaked and put on my heels, which were actually meant for the graduation party, I'll be right there...

With their pastel color, they not only matched my dark pants, they also tightened my legs and made me taller. This is exactly what I needed right now - not that it was necessary, but just felt like it.

I yanked open the door and saw Ms. Möller's exasperated face, who was immediately surprised at my appearance: But that's just a medical examination, Jennifer! No going to the theater...

I know! I snapped back, running ahead, causing her to sprint after me. When she was level again, she murmured softly, almost deliberately, That's a pretty good-looking doctor!

I was almost speechless - Möller had never commented on men before.

"Really? Hmm...' I replied, feigning ignorance, stepping up a gear. I'd rather end up on the exam table sooner than face any further insinuations from this woman. We changed floors, then I turned the corner into the hallway to our medical department and was struck hard by lightning - there he was. Taller than I remember, more mature than the internet photos and bearder than any male specimen in this school and village combined - wow!

I stood frozen, leaning against the wall or I would have lost my balance.

Come on, Jenny! Ms. Möller pushed me and pulled my hand with her. Suddenly my outfit seemed completely out of place. My heels clattered down the aisle, making my unsteady steps even more unsteady. I felt a cold pang of shame blow down the back of my neck even though he hadn't even seen me. Greg chatted to the Headmistress, who seemed unusually amused. He wore slim-fitting, unwashed dark blue jeans, a light blue shirt and a gray knit cardigan over it, making him look intellectual and professional. My heartbeat became more urgent as if to warn me.

»Hi!«, he spoke to me a moment later, turning in my direction and classifying the situation, »You have to be my dance companion!«

How? What?!' I spluttered, overwhelmed. I was way too nervous to understand his reference to my outfit. His smile, however, told me that he was being lenient with me. Without going into detail about my incomprehension, he asked me in a friendly but firm manner: »Have a seat! We'll start right away.

His hand pointed to the half-open door of the examination room, which I cautiously entered as if I were on death row. I had never been here, didn't even know that there was also a gynecological examination unit in the medical hallway. And an unusually well-equipped one at that. In this room you could easily give birth to twins - every imaginable equipment was available.

Greg closed the door behind me and stood outside with the headmistress for a moment. As a result, I couldn't hear what they were discussing. So I focused on the space. A yellow upholstered gynecologist's chair was enthroned in the middle, which in its appearance was in no way inferior to a dental examination chair - modern and minimalist. It had a hydraulic base and a wide variety of electrical adjustment options. Instead of the leg holders that I was used to, there were elliptically curved bars on the lower seat cushion, at the end of which you could put your heels. I ran my fingertips over the modern construction in fascination when I was interrupted by Greg's growling, bassy tone: It cost quite a bit of money, huh?

I flinched from not noticing his silent entry and turned - his smile hadn't changed. Broad, open and confident.

Probably, I squeaked, marveling at my weak voice. Did he no longer recognize me? Hadn't my father told him about it? Why didn't he say goodbye?

The door slammed shut.

Shall we go for a spin? he smirked, pointing to the exam chair while placing his bag in front of the medical counter by the wall. His question triggered all sorts of images in my head.

Aaahh... I stammered and looked at him for help. It quickly became clear to me that this examination would have made me nervous, even with a doctor I didn't know. But the fact that Gregory Peck was standing in front of me - and in his official capacity as a doctor - made me nervous and jittery as hell. Exactly the traits I hated about myself when it came to men. No one found a clumsy sexy. And Greg wasn't making my mood any easier. He walked up to me and introduced himself, shaking hands. Such an impossible guy! He didn't remember at all.

This is an unorthodox visit to the doctor, he began, but where the best institutions in our country ask for help, as a doctor I don't want to get in the way...

'Don't use your bombastic words!' I thought to myself and grabbed the leg rods of the gynecologist's chair for support.

Greg got his bearings and then pulled a sheet of paper out of his briefcase: "We're going to work through this list now. ... The headmistress has already assured me that