He regains control

Dear Sir WIlliard,

What occurred next in the small examination room was both one of my most memorable encounters and shameful acts since my decision to join Dr. Miller's practice. I had not anticipated the surge of excitement I would feet holding the gasping young woman who bucked and wiggled in my arms. Instead of apologizing for my outrageous liberty, I continued my assault upon this prime example of British womanhood. I can only imagine what Lord and Lady X might say if they saw how vilely I was mistreating their daughter, but at the time I did not care.

My mouth covered her lips again and this time when she gasped in surprise, my Lord, I plunged my tongue into her sweet mouth, furthering my hold on the young woman. By the time this kiss ended, the poor girl's eyes had rolled back in their sockets and her thighs clenched tightly around my knee clinging to me as she must use them when riding one of her father's fine horses. I remember at that time being almost overcome by my desire to tear her dress from her shoulders and feast upon her plump tits. I assure you, Sir Williard, that I did not succumb to this disastrous urge. Instead, summoning every ounce of will, I reverted to that which I knew best.

"Alice," I questioned the trembling young woman in my arms, "have you been plagued by The Blush?" She nodded prettily, seemingly responding positively to my presumptuous use of her Christian name. With this tiny moment of sanity to clear my mind I used every iota of integrity to resume my professional demeanor and pulled away far enough that the heat that threatened to engulf both of us became slightly less intense.

"I have been having troubling thoughts ..." Miss Alice's whisper was so quiet that I had to lower my head and lean forward just to hear her clearly. In hindsight, this was a poor decision on my part as it not only once again closed the gap between us, but also directed my gaze naturally down into the bodice of her dress and the pillowy breasts that were pushed up by the tightly laced gown. "... plagued by hot flashes, difficulty in catching my breath, rapid heartbeat and the inability to concentrate."

"I see." I told her, and indeed I did have a very clear idea of what was troubling Miss Alice as the very same symptoms could describe my recent days as well. However, my lord I saw in this a chance to extricate myself from this awkward situation. Falling back on my professional training I reached for a notepad and focused on the mechanics of writing instead of her heaving bosom as I spoke. "I'm going to prescribe a sedative that shou -"

"Aren't you going to exam me, Doctor Baxter?" My patient demanded, a little more confident now and quite sure that I was not giving her the time and attention that she deserved. "I've heard Dr. Miller is very thorough, should I make an appointment to see him?" I could not bear the thought of this exquisite creature falling into my supervisor's clutches; and so, against my better judgement, I agreed.

Miss Alice's pale hand felt tiny in my hands as I felt for her pulse that was indeed beating wildly. The softness of the skin on her hands and wrists was particularly noticeable compared to mine which had developed callouses from the daily sculling on the river. I must confess, Sir Williard, that I was so distracted by the feel of her delicate hand in mine and the fluttering of her veins under my fingertips, that I couldn't concentrate even long enough to get the actual count, but there was no doubt that her heartrate was significantly accelerated and her skin was flushed.

I next used my stethoscope to listen to her lungs. I have done this again and again, Sir Williard, with other female patients (some even as pretty as Miss Alice) and never had difficulty with the process; this time though, as I pressed the brass circle along her back and ribs all I really heard was the flow of blood rushing through my own ears. Even through the layer of pleated cotton, her young body was firm and toned and the sweet scent of her hair as I brushed the soft curls to the side to position the stethoscope on her back was intoxicating. I almost lifted her blonde hair in my hand and pressed it to my face, only my rigorous training kept me from completely losing my professionalism.

"Please climb onto the examination table Miss X." (as always forgive my use of the pseudonym) I felt at the time, Sir Williard, that if she were seated on the table, I might be able to place some distance between me and this awful temptation.

"When did you first notice these changes, Miss Alice?" I asked, desperate for anything that might clear my thoughts. The feeling of her firm very feminine figure through the layers of her dress had made my cock stiffen painfully and I had yet to move the stethoscope to her front. Even the thought of pressing the cool metal cup against the delicate flesh of her bosom was making it impossible to stand straight. "Do you think that the sudden onset of The Blush could have anything to do with your strange letter from the spirit world?"