The Governess- 6
There were three doors situated at the opposite end of the room. Behind the
middle door was the Doctor’s office. To the left was the Medical store and drug
lock-up. The right hand door led to the committee room.
The doctor was standing by her office desk, her body bent to the side like a
ballet dancer as she took off her coat. She looked up as the door opened.
‘They are ready for you doctor,’ Her secretary looked admiringly at the young
doctor as she spoke.
Sarah Wallis was twenty eight years old. She had been a doctor at the Medical
Centre for two years and had already been made head of the Medical Examination
Department. She had joined the Medical Board after her compulsory year of
hospital duty. Sarah was ambitious. She had learned early in her days at the
department that as long as she accommodated the committee’s requests, her
career would be guaranteed. It had been a nervous time for her in the early
weeks. She had not known the routines or how to deal with claims for industrial
injury. These claims made up over sixty percent of the work of the examination
board. Doctor Sarah Wallis had learned quickly, often using her authority to
ensure she got her own way. Her first real test of her own determination had
happened only a few months after her appointment to the board. A young man had
claimed for injury against a construction company. He had suffered groin strain
and had been sent for examination to the centre. She remembered how he had
appeared very good looking and quite self assured. She remembered him standing
in the examination room, quite at ease even though he was only wearing his
underpants. The nurse had given her his notes and she had asked him about his
injury. She had been nervous and because of this she adopted a rather abrupt and
aloof manner. As she stood talking to him she began to realise that perhaps he
was more nervous than she. She had asked him pointedly why he was claiming
compensation. He had replied that the strain had caused him to take a lighter
job and that it hurt when he made love to his wife. She had noticed his
embarrassment as he answered. ‘Well I will take a look at it, take your
underpants off and lay on the table.’ She remembered vividly his look of anguish
as she had told him to strip. He had laid before her nervously as she put her
hands on his thigh. ‘Show me where you feel the pain.’ She had asked him. He had
pointed to the inside of his thigh, high up toward his groin. It was then she
knew that she was in control. Here was a man ten years her senior acting as
nervously as a school boy. She had felt the inside of his thigh, pressing firmly
with her fingers. He had moaned a little as she located the sore tendons. She
had called the young nurse, asking her to hold his penis out of the way as she
pressed her fingers higher. He had blushed bright crimson as the nurse took hold
of him, cupping his testicles and lifting them to the side. She had taken hold
of his penis and stretched it upward. The nurse had not been the least perturbed
by her request, nor by the fact that the man’s penis had began to stiffen. Sarah
had made a mental note to keep this girl as her assistant and to try and find
another like her. She remembered pressing her fingers against his thigh to feel
for the extent of the strain and moving her hand up to the his groin gently
probing the flesh. After taking her hands away she laid the flat of her palm on
his lower stomach, just above the pubic hair. “Any pain here?” She had asked
noting his blush as she gently stroked her hand lower over his pubic hair. Her
fingertips had touched the base of his penis beneath the nurses hand. “Er.. no”
he had stammered as she pressed firmly on the base of his penis before taking
her hand away. The young nurse followed suit and let go of the man’s penis. He
had looked quite comical as his penis stood straight up above his thighs, his
face now beetroot red. ‘You don’t seem to have any sexual problems.’ She had
said as she looked down on him. ‘Do you usually get an erection during a medical
examination.’ He had no answer, just a look of pure anguish as she took hold of
his penis and drew the foreskin down. ‘Does it hurt when you ejaculate.’ She had
asked him coolly.
‘I don’t k.know.’ He stammered.
‘Well we shall have to see, just put your hands behind your head and try and
relax.’
‘What a..are you g..going to do.?’
‘Would you see to him nurse.’ She had sounded stern, ignoring his question. The
nurse had moved behind his head and had made sure his hands were secure. She had
turned to the young doctor and raised her eyebrows enquiringly.
‘Shall I stay here doctor?’ ‘Yes I think so.’ Sarah had replied as she curled
her fingers around the shaft of his penis and proceeded to draw the foreskin
slowly up and down. The young nurse laid her hands flat upon the man’s chest and
began to tease his nipples with her finger nails. It was not long before his
hips were writhing under the soft caresses of their hands.