Take advantage

Dear Sir 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 as best as I can recall what took place in the private examination room. I have made every effort to include as much detail into this account as possible, as both an attempt to deliver an honest recounting of my fall and as a warning for other men such as myself who might believe that their upbringing would protect them from this kind of abuse.

"This is very serious, Miss Alice." I cautioned the buxom young colonial. "I am quite 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. "Or perhaps I should summon Dr. Miller to examine you more thouroughly." Her lips opened in surprise and an unmistakable look of fear filled the poor girl's pretty eyes. As I suspected Sir Williard, the young ladies of this small enclave are not unaware of your distant acquaintance's appetites. It was a most calculated way of manipulating my patient, but at the time I was consumed with the need for this naïve young woman. I maintained my impassive demeanor until Miss Alice lowered her eyes in a surrender that I found wildly stimulating.

"Very well then," I ordered firmly, "take off whatever clothes you need to and lie back on the examination table." To my wicked delight, 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 I have to insist, Miss Alice." I deepened my voice sternly. "I cannot complete my evaluation 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. As she began to warm up I wrapped my fingers around her pale throat pretending to palpate the glands under her jawbone but also making it clear how easy it would be for me to subdue her. The act was not lost on my patient who, perhaps responding to her perceived vulnerability, moaned sweetly and her fingers dug even deeper into her skirts.

I took advantage of her parted lips to move my hand to her mouth pushing two fingers between her lips. As I hoped, the poor girl was so befuddled by the effects of The Blush that instead of protesting this egregious mistreatment began to suckle on my fingers like a calf sucking on its mothers teat.

With her mouth most pleasantly occupied, I turned my attention to her hand working at the junction of her thighs. My much larger hand covered hers pressing her delicate fingers against the cotton of her dress firmly so that I could feel petals of her feminine flower through the fabric.

"Oommnngg!" Her gasp of surprise was largely muffled by my fingers, but there was no doubt that she was responding with the same need as the matrons who I had often fingered before planting my seed in their wombs.

I continued to rub her fingers against her sex in what was a most unprofessional abuse of my position. I remember having that same thought at the time, but the feeling the moisture seeping into the dress and her renewed gyrations were too strong an inducement to discontinue my 'examination' at that point.

"You haven't been putting anything in this most private conduit, Miss Alice, have you?" I no longer used the urbane professional tone of a doctor, instead growling at her like a jealous beast.

"Nmmoongh." It was with some regret that I pulled my fingers free of her mouth so she could speak clearly. However I soon found a better use for my hand as I placed her stocking covered feet in the stirrups and latched the restraining straps in place so she could not pull her feet free of the stainless rings. I do not remember, Dr. Johnson, these leather straps on the stirrups of the examination tables used during my women's health rotation at King's College, but all of Dr. Miller's tables are equipped with this convenient modification.

"That may be so, Miss Alice, but under the circumstances I'm going to need to examine you intimately." I expected my patient to object most strenuously when I lifted her skirts revealing her pink sex dripping with juices, but to my pleasant surprise she only moaned in anticipation. With nothing between my fingers and her most private parts I set to work using every trick that Akemi had taught me about stimulating a woman's genitalia.