Round two...

You still had a raging hard-on, and for a moment, that sparkling instinct to hit the punching bag harder had become one to dominate the 'good' doctor. Your eyes became slits for a split second, and you walk over to her and hold her neck down without a word uttered. Except for, "Don't move."

"Shadow!" She spoke as though she was surprised, but it was just an act. She enjoyed you being forceful, thinking about you every day you were missing in her life. "How dare you. I'm not going to bend over, like a slut and take this." But she was greeted to a paddling on her ass cheek, making her gasp and groan out of slight pain. And pleasure...

"Yes, you are. I'm your doctor and I know what's best for your health." You then plunge two fingers into her butt, swirling and turning them inside of her. "Here's your prostate exam." She groaned, and any thought you had that she was actually in discomfort vanished when she wriggled her butt in a little figure 8 fashion.

Like belly dancers do.

"No... No, wait," she moaned. "Doctor, please..." But you ended your exam abruptly, much to Kitty's desperation. "No! Continue, please, doctor. I'll take whatever medicine you give me. It's your job that I'm in good health... Please, sir...?"