Message-ID: <14491eli$9808181800@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/14491.txt>
From: campblood@aol.com (CampBlood)
Subject: STORY "The Risks of Playing Doctor" (med, spank, therm)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Path: qz!not-for-mail
Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam
Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Original-Message-Id: <1998081622552600.SAA24075@ladder03.news.aol.com>

Hi All!

Have not contributed to the group in months so thought it was time again... 
Here is part one of what I suspect will be a 5-6 part story...  If you do not
enjoy reading about children exploring sexuality, please seek literary
pleasures elsewhere.
You have been warned!!!    :o)

On with the show................


The Risks of Playing Doctor

	The two children sat in the tidy den and stared
blankly at the colorful pulse-like flickers of the television
screen.  The boy was lost in the world of make-believe.  The
girl, however, was quite bored.  Saturday morning cartoons
just didn’t seem to fascinate her like they used to.  A sure
sign of growing up, she supposed.  Thankfully, there were
other interesting ways to pass the time, though.
	Caitlyn and Jason, both ten years old and in the
fourth grade, would normally have not been seen with
members of the opposite sex, but Caitlyn had approached
the boy at school, boldly told the surprised boy that she
thought he was cute, and that she wanted to come over his
house to play.  Jason was too stunned to decline.  He had
seen the girl from afar, but had never spoken to her.  He
thought that once he may have pushed her out of his way to
get in front of her in the lunch line, but that was the only
time the two had made contact.  She had ignored him at the
time.  In fact, no female had ever shown him the slightest
attention, let alone call him “cute”.  He had smiled at the
compliment, wondering vaguely if she was joking with him,
and asked her over the following Saturday.  As a single
child in a neighborhood populated predominantly by older
adults, he was always glad for any type of playmate he
could find, even a girl.
	The girl accepted with a smug look and slight smile.
	The two sat on the old brown sofa, each very much
aware of each other’s presence.  Jason glanced at the girl,
feeling odd sensations that were altogether new.  He was
forced to admit to himself, even if he would never admit it
to her in a million years, that he kind of liked the way the
girl looked.  Long blonde hair, green-blue eyes, and a
slightly turned up nose (which had earned her the unpolite
name of  Miss Piggy in the first grade by less attractive
children who always seemed to want to upset her), and a
slender body from playing lots of baseball with her three
brothers.
	The show finally ended and Jason turned off the
television with a sigh.  It was almost noon and he had
grown tired of being idle.  Maybe the babysitter could think
of something for them to do.  
	His parents had left town for the weekend, quite
suddenly after learning of a family member’s rapidly
declining health.  There had been none of his normal sitters
available at the last moment, so calls were made by Mom to
her friends and soon a new babysitter had miraculously
agreed to watch the boy for the entire three days the parents
were to be gone.  His mother had been thrilled as the sitter
came highly recommended.  She was seventeen, a senior in
high school, and came with lots of experience.  His parents
were only too happy to find her and thus hired her
immediately.
	“Maureen!” the boy yelled.  There was no answer. 
He called again, repeated silence the response.  “Where is
she?” the boy asked aloud to no one in particular.
	“If she’s not around, do you want to play a game?”
Caitlyn asked with a smile, a touch of naughtiness in her
voice.
	The inflection was not lost on Jason.  “What game?”
he asked, sort of curious and a little cautious.
	“Doctor and Nurse.”
	Jason stopped in his tracks and looked at the girl in
earnest.  Was she serious?  He had not played that game in
almost four years, even back then the thrill having been
strangely exhilarating.  He had, in the end, been caught with
his friend Michael, and his mother had taken him over her
knee and smacked his little bare bottom for what seemed
like forever.  It had left the imprint she had desired, not only
on his bottom, but on his mind as well.  He had not played
naughty games since.  Of course, after Michael, nobody had
ever asked...  Until now.
	“What about Maureen?” the boy asked, still not sure
his nrew friend was serious.  “What if she catches us?”
	“She’s not going to catch us,” Caitlyn chided.  She
sounded as if she were talking to someone many years
younger.  “If we hear her coming, we can always fix
ourselves and then say we were just talking.  Besides, what
are you, scared of your babysitter?”  The last remark reeked
with sarcasm and Caitlyn saw the boy’s cheeks get slightly
pink.
	“No,” Jason said rather hotly.  “I just don’t want to
get embarrased is all.”  
	“Well,” Caitlyn smiled, “If you really want to play,
then I can be the patient.  You don’t have to let me examine
you if you don’t want.  That way even if we do get caught
you will always have your clothes on.”
	Jason was only human.  How could he refuse an
offer like that?  The one thing we was most definitely sure
of was that he did not want to expose his butt and penis to a
girl, even for the sake of playing doctor.  The embarassment
would be crushing.  He was incredibly bashful for a ten-year
old, not even walking around the house in his underwear. 
He even felt self-conscious in a bathing suit at the local
YMCA.  No girl except his Mom and the nurse practitioner
at his pediatrician’s had ever seen him naked, at least that he
remembered.  And his mom had not seen him without
clothes on for almost four years, ever since he started fully
dressing himself .  He even made Mom turn her head at the
real doctor’s so that the nurse practitioner could check his
penis, nuts, and butt.  Thankfully, that was only once per
year.  Yes, he was quite sure he did not want to start pulling
his pants down for friends now.  However, to see a little girl
naked, though, that was a different story...  
	The two made their way back to his bedroom,
stepping over the toys which littered the hallway.  The
babysitter was still nowhere in site.  He listened for her, but
heard nothing.  She must be taking a nap.  Jason  hoped that
when she woke up she would make his lunch.  He knew he
would be hungry after his fun with Caitlyn.
	The boy’s room was terribly cluttered, Caitlyn’s feet
avoiding plastic replicas of ships, dinosaurs and action
figures which were strewn across the blue carpet that
blanketed the floor.  She arrived at his bed and sat down,
watching with contempt as Jason kicked toys out of his
way.  Boys simply have no respect for their things, she
thought.  They are so nasty.  
	Jason made his way over to her and looked down at
her with a gleam in his eyes.  Caitlyn imagined the look
must be similar to how a starving man looks at a cut of beef. 
It made her a little nervous, and for the first time she began
to have second thoughts, but she remembered that it was
her idea.  Now it seemed like she would have to play or
appear to be a real baby.
	“Why did you come to the doctor today?” Jason
asked, initiating the game.  He was already having fun.
	“I have a pain, Doctor,” the little girl replied,
resolved to her fate.  “In my belly...”
	Jason smiled broadly.  She was obviously no
stranger to this game.  Her answer was perfect.  
	“Well,” he said, trying to act professional, “I think
we need to examine you to find out what the trouble is. 
Please take off everything except your underwear.”  It did
not occur to him to have the girl strip naked as whenever he
had a physical at his doctor’s office, the nurse practitioner
who examined him always let him keep his underwear on.
	The girl quickly took her top off.  She was not
wearing an undershirt.  She noted Jason’s look of
disappointment when he eyed her breasts.  She had none to
speak of, something which vaguely troubled her.  She knew
girls matured at different rates, but so far she still looked
more like her brothers than a girl.  
	The girls shoes and socks followed, socks tucked
neatly into its respective shoe and then her sneakers being
placed squarely at the foot of the bed.  With a soft sigh, she
reached to unsnap her jeans and and slowly pulled the
zipper down.  Hooking her thumbs into the waistband, she
quickly pulled them off her narrow hips and down.  She
pulled them off her feet and then sat backon the bed, all but
naked and waiting to see what would come next.
	Jason had watched the girl undress with morbid
curiostiy.  Having no sisters, a prudish mother and no
female patients when he was younger, this was the first time
he had ever actually seen a girl in her underwear.  He
wished now that he had asked her to get totally naked, but
he could take care of that in a minute or two.  The game
was going rather splendidly, he thought.
	Glancing aroung the room furiously, he grabbed a
few toys, prepared to turn them into makeshift medical
instruments.  He talked to the little girl about his physical
findings as he pretended to examine her from the neck up,
not really listening himself to the babble which spewed from
his mouth.  He examined her eyes, ears, and throat, felt her
neck and ran his fingers through her soft yellow hair.  Her
hair gave off the fragrance of strawberry fields, he noticed,
when stirred by his fingers.  He then had the girl lie back. 
Stating he was going to examine her chest and belly, he
proceded to prod the girl in various places, growing quickly
board with her flat chest and moving down in the direction
of her pink flowered underwear.  He became quite thorough
as he got closer and closer to her private area, pushing and
probing slower and appearing to be lost in thought.  He
reached the waistband of her underwear and Caitlyn caught
her breath as he push three fingers under the elastic band
and pushed down on her bladder, not really knowing it was
there.  
	“I am afraid that these will have to come down,” he
said, again trying his very best to act professional.  “I will
have to examine your groin area and your butt, er...
bottom.”
	“For a stomachache?” Caitlyn asked, trying to
prolong the inevitable.
	“Yes,” Jason grinned.  Then he thought of
something which made him grin wider.  “I am also going to
have to take your temperature to make sure you don’t have
a fever.”
	Caitlyn’s heart sank.  She had suspected he might try
this, but did not want to bring it up herself should he forgot. 
She might have anticipated his comment, though, as the
thermometer is probably everybody’s favorite part of the
game.  As a little girl of five, her twelve year old cousin
would always entice the girl into playing doctor, the rectal
temperature usually being the only examination that was
actually done.  She remembered vividly the feeling of having
been taken over her cousin’s knee, her skirt pulled up or
pants down, the feeling of cool air across her bare bottom as
her tiny cheeks were devested of her underwear, and then
the examinaton.  Her cousin would spread her bottom
cheeks wide apart and simply stare at her quivering orifice
for had seemed like forever to the little girl.  A real rectal
thermometer and jar of vaseline would be produced, and
then the next thing the little girl remembered was again
feeling her bottom being spread open, cool air washing over
her anus, and then a pleasant tickle at the very center of her
bottom-hole just before feeling the lubricated length of the
probe slide deeply into her.  Her cousin would make the
game more interesting for her by spearing her repeatedly
with the thermometer, sliding the tiny glass tube in and out,
over and over, even twisting the probe in her hands to allow
for greater sensations in the girl’s bottom.  It was a game
that they both enjoyed very much for many years.  Now,
though, Caitlyn felt quite differently about letting a boy
examine her bottom and actually letting him stick something
inside her.
	Jason anxiously told the girl to roll over onto her
belly as he would examine her bottom and take her
temperature first before examining her groin.
	With an overwhelming feeling of impending doom,
Caitlyn complied.  Once over, she slid her hands under her
stomach and directly into her panties, cupping the bare
tissues of her hairless vagina.  She did not want the doctor
to see or examine her there until it was absolutely necessary
for the sake of the game.  She turned her head away from
the boy as she did not care to watch as he leered at her
pantied bottom.  The child’s breathing became slightly rapid
as she felt him reach for the waistband of her underwear and
begin to slowly peel them down.  She felt just the upper
parts of her cheeks exposed, the first hint of her crack, and
then, seemingly unable to bear the suspence, felt Jason
rapidly pull the undergarment the rest of the way off and
down to her thighs.  
	The young boy had meant to pull her panties down
to her sleek ankles and then off, stripping his new friend
totally naked and positively vulnerable, but when he caught
site of her now denuded backside, all thought escaped him. 
He stared at her little bare bottom with true adoration,
speechless for perhaps the first time in his young life.  It was
truly the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.  He decided
right then and there that he would become a doctor in real
life, if only to see things this amazing every day.  
	The cheeks of her bottom were white without a
single blemish except for a small brown mole at the outer
aspect of her right globe.  As light filtered lazily through the
window panes, her buttocks shone in the midday sunshine
like polished marble.  He watched in utter fascination as she
initially tensed her buttocks in reflexive fright, her crease
growing very thin.  Finally, over time, seeming to resign
herself to her fate, his patient relaxed them again.  As her
bottom muscles loosened, her cheeks folded out ever so
slightly, the pink brown tissues of her cleft just barely
visible.  Her crack was still deep and tight even without the
girl squeezing her cheeks together, the crease curving and
ever so mysterious.  Right where her crevice disappeared
between her legs, the tips of three small fingers emerged,
trying desperately to protect her female organs from his
view.  The was fine by Jason.  After looking at her bare
bottom, he had no interest in rolling the girl back over
anyway.  Whatever she had covered with her hands could
not possibly be more stunning then the physical perfection
which made up her bottom.  
	“I am giong to examine your bottom now, and then
take your temperature,” the boy said, surprised when he
heard his own voice shaky and whispered.  He extended his
right hand to touch her silky smooth bottom flesh.
	“Where’s the thermometer?” Caitlyn asked, still not
looking at him but feeling her bare bottom cheeks
involuntarily clench again at the sound of the very word
thermometer.
	Jason’s hand stopped in midair, hovering only inches
above it’s intended target  A good question, that.  He had
not thought that far ahead.  He would not only need a
substitute thermometer, but also some type of lubricant as
well.  The one time he had tried to take Michael’s rectal
temperature in the past without lubricant, he remember the
boy crying loudly as the thin wax crayon had entered his
tiny dry rectum.  When the crayon was finally removed,
there had been a speck of blood.  Although Jason had been
too frightened to tell the boy he had wounded him, he was
extraordianrily careful in the future.  After that, Jason would
always lubriacte not only the device to be inserted (usually a
crayon, but sometimes a  Q-tip, unsharpened pencil,
birthday candle, or even a popsicle stick), but would also
take his time to thouroughly grease his friend’s bottom-hole
with a vaseline coated finger, something Michael seemed to
especially enjoy.   As he lay face down on an old cot in the
corner of Jason’s basement with his bared and open bottom
squirming sensually in the air as he felt “the doctor”
fingering his sensitive little ring of muscle, his tiny penis
would become amazingly stiff, the friction of the mattress
causing his little organ to become engorged with blood.
	Reluctantly leaving the side of the bed and his
patient, Jason mad a quick search of his domain, only to
come up empty.  He no longered colored, thus crayons were
hard to come by in his house.  There were unfortunately no
pencils in the boy’s room, either, but he decided to go and
get one.  Sneaking out into the kitchen, he was delighted to
still find no trace of his babysitter.  He grabbed the first
pencil he saw.  It was sharpened, but the eraser side was still
pink and soft.  It would do just fine.  Lubricant?  What to
use...butter, Crisco, corn oil?  All would probably work
well, he thought, but how messy would I get?  After all, he
just wanted to probe her bottom for a while, not eat her. 
Grabbing an Oreo, he trotted back down the hall to the
bathroom.  He opened the door to the medicine cabinet and
did a quick scan, finding no vaseline but some white hand
cream his mother used for dry skin.  He grabbed the tube of
lubricant off the shelf, and swallowing the last of his cookie,
returned to his bedroom.

PART TWO TO FOLLOW

All comments welcome, as are people interested in trading rectal temperature
stories and/or personal experiences, either as children or adults.  I am always
looking for people who share my fetish!!   :o)

Love---nicky   :o)

 
	
	     


-- 
+----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+
| <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> |
| Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |
<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>