Ordering her to follow me I take her to my office which contains a large
oak desk, examination table, and various pieces of apparatus which she
looks at in wonder. I start off by gently taking her pulse, measuring
her height and weight. I look in her mouth and ears and search her scalp
for signs of headlice. Picking up my stethoscope I smile and undo the
last couple of buttons of her blouse. This moment is always interesting.
I lift up the front of her blouse and listen to her heart. She looks at
me anxiously, embarrassed but too young to really understand why. I
leave her blouse on but then ask her quietly to take off her skirt. She
looks a little shocked and asks me why. I explain that I cannot examine
her properly with it on. I lower my voice and explain very carefully
that she is not to question my orders, but obey without hesitation. She
lowers her skirt and steps out of it. I ask her to fold it up neatly and
place it on the chair. On my command she lifts each leg which I look at
carefully. I pull her knickers up so the material disappears into the
crack between her buttocks. She bends over and touches her toes. I order
her to straighten her legs which she manages to do. Although rather
plump, the girl is quite fit. Standing her up straight I take the
waistband of her knickers in my hands and start to pull them down.