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 The Doctor (c) Teddy 2001



   The sign on the non-descript brownstone building read in discreet
lettering:

   Dr M.  Hazlewood Female Physician, Specialising in Nervous Complaints
and Female Hysteria

   Elizabeth read the sign and snorted under her breath,

   'Nervous complaints and female hysteria my foot, all they need is a good
slap around the face, silly females, with their fainting and vapourish
ways'

   Yet here she was, with an appointment to see this Dr, because her
esteemed husband complained that she'd shown no enjoyment when he mounted
her, perhaps if he didn't treat her the way the stallion treated his mares,
she might enjoy it.

   At least the mares did seem to enjoy it, which was more than what she
did, perhaps her Mother was right, and that the Wife was not supposed to
enjoy, but to endure instead.

   So her husband had had a discreet word with his Dr and Elizabeth was
subjected to a cursory examination and diagnosed as suffering from
something the local Dr had called a "wandering uterus" which it seems was
to blame for not only her lack of enjoyment in copulating, but in her bad
vision, bad breath and general shrewishness.

   He told her Husband that he knew of a specialist in London who it seemed
was the expert in "Feminine Troubles" and he would be be able to fix her
up. Elizabeth had almost had a touch of the female hysteria when told she
was to make an appointment with this Dr, but her husband had slapped her
around the face and told her that she was to go.

   So here she was, slightly nervous and wondering just what the treatment
for a "wandering uterus" was.  She knocked on the door and a woman clad in
a nurses outfit opened it,

   'Ah, you would be Mrs Elizabeth Dunne, please come in, the Dr is
expecting you, if you would hand me your coat and then go into the room
over there, and take off your outer clothing and put on the wrap that you
will find there, the Dr will be in to see you very shortly.'

   Elizabeth stared at her, the woman having delivered the long sentence
without so much as a pause for diction or breath, she handed her the coat
and follwed the still pointing finger to the room, there she stripped down
to her undergarments and put on the floral wrap, she looked around the
room, nicely appointed with a large reclining couch to one side and a
screen to undress behind, thankfully there was a fire going, it was rather
chilly sitting here with just her underwear on.

   There was a knock at the door and it opened, it was the nurse,

   'Ah, Mrs Dunne, there has been a slight problem, Dr Hazlewood has been
called away and cannot make your appoinment, however if you are agreeable,
Dr Hazlewoods' junior partner has consented to see you.'

   Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders, it was all the same to her, she wasn't
the one with the problem, no matter what her Husband might think,

   'It is of no matter to me, who I see, I doubt that the Dr will find
anything wrong with me'

   The Nurse stared at her rather open mouthed and then shut the door, a
few minutes later the door opened again and a very attractive youngish man
walked in and introduced himself.

   Elizabeth rose and lightly shook the proffered hand, he gestured her to
resume her seat, and sat down behind the desk.  As he gathered his notes
together Elizabeth studied him closely, a very attractive man, in his late
30's she guessed, well dressed, nice hands, brown hair and eyes, no wedding
band, or any form of ornamentation, someone to be trusted she thought.

   'I am Dr Walters, the junior partner in this practice, Dr Hazlewood
asked me to extend his apologies, it was an urgent matter he was obliged to
attend to'

   Elizabeth nodded graciously at Dr Walters, he cleared his throat and
looked at her,

   'I understand that your family Dr diagnosed a wandering uterus, what
symptoms do you have?'

   Dr Walters looked slightly taken aback as Elizabeth sat straight up in
her chair and said in strong tones,

   'There is NOTHING wrong with me, and I do not have a wandering uterus,
whatever that is, I am in perfect health, he mounts me like the stallion
mounts the mare, he thrusts and grunts a few times and then rolls off, and
then he wonders why I do not express any enjoyment in the act, what does he
expect me to do, yell and scream like some common whore, if there was
something to scream about I might show some enjoyment, I resent being
treated like a prime piece of breeding stock.'

   Dr Walter stared at her, shook his head and said

   'I understand what you are saying, there is an art to lovemaking that is
sadly a closed book to the majority of men, if you would please get up on
the couch, I would like to examine you, please remove your undergarments,
keep the wrap on.

   Elizabeth went behind the screen and removed her clothes, she tied the
wrap tightly around her, she felt a bit strange, only her husband had seen
her naked, and then he had examined her like he was buying a new cow or
mare.

   The examination couch was large and very comfortable, she lay flat on
the couch, her hands on the knot she had tied in the belt of the wrap, Dr
Walters stepped away from the fire, where he had been warming his hands, he
smiled at her as he approached the couch,

   'I have been told that there is nothing worse than a Dr with cold hands,
I hope mine are sufficiently warm for you.

   Elizabeth had been expecting the female Nurse to be in attendance while
the Doctor examined her, but she had made no appearance and the Doctor had
treated this as normal, Elizabeth forced herself to relax, which was rather
difficult, as the only other man besides her husband who had touched her,
lightly laid his fingers on her flat belly.

   He palpitated her stomach, carefully pressing his fingers in and around
where Elizabeth presumed her uterus to be, he smiled down at her, while he
was pressing her stomach down, asking her if the various things she was
doing hurt her in any way, once when he pressed very firmly just above her
private parts, Elizabeth winced, and he apologised.

   This feeling of her stomach took about five minutes, and at the end
Elizabeth was rather flushed, for though he had hurt her once, the rest of
the time, the feeling of his hands pressing and stroking her skin felt very
nice, Elizabeth had a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach, something
that she had only felt once before, when she was a young girl and she was
washing her private parts, with a rough cloth, it had felt nice.

   Dr Walters walked over to the cupboard and drew out a blanket, he
unfolded it and placed it over Elizabeths lower half,

   'With your permission I would like to conduct an internal examination,
the blanket is to protect your modesty, I have no need to look, just feel,
there is something there, a certain tension, and I need to have my
diagnosis confirmed'.

   Elizabeth nodded her head and asked,

   'Is it serious?'

   Doctor Walters shook his head,

   'No, I am sure it isn't but I just need to make sure'.

   Under the cover of the blanket Elizabeth could feel the hands of the
Doctor carefully lifting up the wrap til it was bunched up around her
middle, she jumped when she felt the first touch of his warm hands on her
bare skin, hands other than her husbands, she consoled herself with the
notion that he was a Dr, and it was all in the interests of medicine.

   However Elizabeth wasn't quite so sanguine when she felt the Doctor
prise open her legs, nor was she as quite as disinterested as she pretended
when she felt his first careful strokings on the inside of her thighs, he
ran his fingers up the inside of her thighs, pressing and feeling
carefully.

   The warm glow that Elizabeth had felt in the pit of her stomach started
to expand, she was panting just a little as his hand pressed down on her
private parts, a place where even her husband had not paid much attention
to, other than holding them open while he thrust his manhood into her.

   She could feel his fingers, carefully opening her up, and she felt every
little touch and stroke as his fingers examined the lips to her private
parts, she dared not make eye contact with him, for fear that she would
give herself away, for some strange reason her hands itched to caress her
own body, she could feel her nipples pressing hard into the cloth of wrap
she was wearing, the feeling in her stomach had moved down to be centred
where the Doctor was making his careful examination.

   Elizabeth almost stopped breathing, when she felt his fingers move
deeper inside her lips, into places that she only touched when she was
washing herself, and then quickly, because her mother always told her that
it was sinful to linger over the washing of them.

   She dared not breathe or move in case she disturbed him and he stopped
what she was doing, because even though it might have been sinful, it made
Elizabeth feel things that she had never felt before, his careful probing
went on and on, sometimes it felt like he was caressing her, other times
the stroking was quite firm, after what felt like an eternity, he lifted
his hands away, and replaced the blanket.

   Elizabeth didn't know where to look, she felt breathless and lightheaded
and the feeling in her private parts was more like a dull ache now, as if
something was unfinished, he smiled down at her, totally ignoring her
flushed face and the light sheen of sweat on her brow.

   'It's nothing to be worried about, in fact I can cure you now if you'd
like, or we can make another appointment for next week, if you would
prefer?'

   Elizabeth swallowed hard,

   'Now is fine'

   She was appalled to hear that her voice to her own ears sounded husky,
throaty even, she sounded like she had a heavy cold, and she just couldn't
stop herself from feeling breathless, and with horror, when she shifted her
legs, she felt moisture, as if she'd wet herself.

   Dr Walters must have sensed that she was feeling uncomfortable, as he
quickly reassured her that the moisture was not the result of an accident,
but a natural outcome, he had as he put it, 'loosened up a blockage' within
her, and as soon as he had finished his treatment she would feel like a new
woman.

   Elizabeth didn't really care, after all today she had already done so
many more things than she would ever think she would, she had let another
touch her "there" and more than touch her, what was one more thing.

   However when Dr Walters returned from the cupboard with what looked like
a large egg on a thick rod, and plugged the cord into the socket under the
table, she began to wonder, and she wondered even more when the egg shaped
device began to vibrate, slowly at first and then faster, it gave off a hum
that sounded like 100's of bees in swarm.

   He reached under the blanket and placed the vibrating device on her
stomach, pressing it into the same places that he had used his hands on, it
felt very pleasant, and Elizabeth could feel the vibrations soaking into
her belly, and moving up her spine, he worked on her belly for several more
minutes, and Elizabeth felt quite relaxed, almost sleepy, until he moved
the machine further down her belly, until it was just above her private
parts.

   There was nothing relaxing about that sensation, almost immediately
Elizabeth could feel the warm feeling in her stomach returning, she gasped
in suprise as he moved the machine further down, until it was vibrating
lightly on the closed lips of her private parts, almost involuntarily her
legs started to open, she could hear herself panting, almost scared she
looked at Dr Walter, he nodded to her and smiled reassuringly,

   'It's nothing to be scared about, what you are feeling is very natural,
in a few more minutes you will feel something you have never felt before,
this is also natural, and when it is over you will feel better than you
have ever felt before'

   She nodded, and closed her eyes, concentrating on this feeling that was
creeping up her spine and down her legs and seemed centred on her private
parts, she only jumped slightly when she felt Dr Walters' fingers lightly
part the lips of her private parts, but she let out a small scream, when
the head of the vibrating machine came to rest just on top of where she
went to the toilet, there was a little lump there, that she had sometimes
touched when she was washing herself, but mindful of her Mothers dictum
about "down there" being dirty she left it alone.

   What she couldn't understand was how good it felt, having that spot
touched, the vibrating machine rubbed up and down., and across the little
lump, till Elizabeth felt that she was going to lift of the couch with
these feelings of heat and warmth and pleasure that were coursing through
her body, without realising, Elizabeth arched her back and pressed into the
machine, her breathing was ragged and she was whimpering, she had never
felt like this before, she wanted it to last forever, however with a heated
rush that left her drained, her body exploded into a white hot stream of
pleasure, she could feel the rush of moisture leave her body, to cool on
her spread legs.

   Dr Walters politely left the room to allow Elizabeth to recover and
redress herself, when he returned some 15 minutes later, Elizabeth was
sitting demurely on the chair, with a smile hovering around her lips, he
was right, she did feel better than she had ever felt before, she nodded at
him and thanked him for his expert treatment, he nodded his head and
replied,

   'It seems you were right Mrs Dunne, there was nothing wrong with your
uterus, and it certainly was not wandering, however you did have feminine
blockage, which I have removed with the help of that machine, ordinarily it
is a Husbands job to take care of these blockages, within the confines of
the bed chamber, but as you pointed out to me, it seems your husband has
little skill in the matter, you could take care of this by yourself, by
stroking that little lump, and you will acheive the same results, however
if that is distastful to you, then I reccomend that you make a booking to
see me, once a fortnight for more of the same treatment.'

   Elizabeth considered his words and agreed, that once a fortnight would
be more than convienent, so on her way out she made an appointement, making
sure that it was with Dr Walters, she was most insistent about that.  That
night as her husband heaved himself on top of her and inexpertly thrust
himself into her, Elizabeth was far away and with someone else entirely,
her moans were real and her husband was more than pleased, thinking that
she had finally showed some enjoyment at his love making.

   'Best thing I ever did, send you to that Dr, fixed that wandering uterus
for sure'



   (c) Denise Altoff 2001