"Show me."

Dear Dr. Williard,

What follows, to my shame, is the account of how I took advantage of my professional position to misuse the charmingly naïve Miss Alice. You will note that I was correct in my earlier concerns about how tempted I would be if presented with this type of situation, but being right about a thing is no great consolation if you act just as you feared you might in the first place. Here is what took place in the private examination room.

"This may not be very serious, Miss Alice." I assured the buxom young colonial. "Masturbation in and of itself is a natural occurrence, you'd be surprised at how many of your friends will finger themselves to relieve tension."

"Really?!" The way her eyes brightened made me smile gently, I could have stopped the examination at that exact moment and even done some small amount of good, but I could feel the curse of the Blush gripping me like a vice.

"Really." I assured my young patient. "However I am concerned about the frequency of this behavior and even more disturbed by the intensity of your sessions." Miss Alice's eyes widened in alarm when she heard my professed concerns. At this point, I believe I could still justify my behavior before a review of my peers, but what I said next will surely have me censored if it comes to light.

"Show me exactly what you do each night." I saw Miss Alice blanch and before she ran from my office in tears I offered her some small hope. "If I find your behavior falls within normal standards Miss Alice, and that is usually the case, I will authorize you to continue, perhaps on a slightly reduced schedule." Her lips opened in surprise and it looked like she intended to question me about some small detail but I cut her off before she could begin.

"Now, take off whatever clothes you need to and lie back on the examination table." To my stunned surprise Miss Alice turned away modestly and soon a small pile of undergarments lay by her shoes. I pretended disinterest as she removed her small clothes, but I assure you that my erection was as hard as ever and I had trouble not peeking as she climbed back onto the examination table.

"I'm ready." Miss Alice's whisper was so low I could barely hear her.

"You don't have to worry about being quiet Miss Alice," I told her, "these rooms are quite sound-proof for the privacy of our patients." Miss Alice climbed onto the examination table and lay on her back staring up at the ceiling but her hands remained clasped on her belly.

"I don't know if I can do this Dr. Baxter." She murmured.

"I'm afraid you have to Miss Alice." I deepened my voice sternly. "I cannot complete my evaluation of you until you do." With that Sir Williard my patient began pressing the fabric of her skirt into the 'V' of her thighs with her fingers. "Very good, young lady, keep it up." I encouraged her, careful to keep the tone of my voice firm but neutral even as I praised her.

"Yes, Sir." In just a minute or two, my lord, Miss Alice had forgotten her reservations and was rubbing herself enthusiastically as she chanted over and over again like a mantra: "Oh God ... Oh God ... Oh my God..."

"Pull up your skirt, girl." I ordered, and was delighted by her obedient response.

"Yes, Sir." She repeated again as she tugged the full skirt to her waist exposing her smooth thighs and the blonde pubic hairs that covered her mons. I did not get a chance to admire her golden thatch for long because her hands immediately returned to her sex. I could see the fingers of her right hand sliding in and out between her glistening labia while her left hand disappeared under her palm and (I imagine) began to tease the clitoris that by now must be a hard little nub. Once again she began her mantra - "Oh God ... Oh my God ... Oh God ..." This time I found her invocation of a Deity, who surely would not approve of either her actions or mine, irritating.

"Use my name." I told her. "I am your God now." This was, my lord, a most outrageous bit of sacrilege on my part but Miss Alice responded eagerly.

"Yes Dr. Baxter!" The excitement in her voice was unmistakable. "Yes Doctor ... yes Doctor ... Oh Yes! Dr. Baxter!" I could contain myself no longer Sir Williard, and loosened the belt and fly of my waistband. "Oh yes, Doctor ... Oh, Sir ... Oh yes, Master!"

It was clear to me at that moment, Sir Williard, that Miss Alice was about to climax. In spite of my earlier assurances of the soundproof nature of these examination rooms, I became concerned by Miss Alice's impending climax. Did I dare let her scream out my name as she came? Could I even stop her if I wanted to?