Case History 5
Subject: Cathy C. Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
I was very shocked to have this girl as one of my subjects. She came to me because she knew of me through one of my colleagues, for whom she worked. A very conscientious person, she continued working in the doctor's office until he could get a replacement for her. She felt that she owed that to the patients.
Her experience was one that I have heard many times, but, never in this situation. This type of seduction is usually done by someone that the victim does not know. When she came to me, it was for advice about her next step. She realized that such a scandal would ruin this man's career, and wished to know how to go about getting him help without doing this.
I say that I have never seen such control and maturity exhibited on an adult level, much less on the part of a teenager. The situation was complicated, further, when I learned that this man was a friend of her family.
I have carried this secret around with me for several weeks, now. I don't know if it will happen again, but I don't know just what to do. I hope that you can help me, doctor. I need some advice. I suppose that my mind is made up as far as the outcome of this experience, and I just need to sort things out.
I have worked for this man for about six months. He is a pediatrician, and I take over on Saturdays and late in the afternoons, two days a week. I liked the job very much. I like being around small children, and the money helps me get the things that I would like, but aren't really necessary for me to have. My parents are very generous with me and I don't need any basics.
I suppose this whole thing gets even worse when I tell you that this man has been a friend of my father for over twenty years. He knows all of us, and he took care of us as we grew up. I always thought that he was one of the greatest people that I ever knew. I think that I want to be a nurse because he is my idea of what the medical profession is all about. All that stands to be shattered, now. That is, unless I can handle the situation properly.
When I started working for Tim, I used to work overtime, and he and I just got to expect that I would work late and help him with papers and charts that his regular nurse didn't have time for or didn't want to do. Since I'm not a nurse, I only wear a uniform to look right for the office. I usually can get one that is very pretty. You can see the one that I have on at the moment.
Well, I tried to get the most attractive uniform that I could. That's the only part of being a nurse that I don't like. I hate the terrible uniforms and the silly hats. I wear pretty white shoes and plain colored stockings, and the cutest uniforms I can buy. I have another like this one, with the buttons down the front. It is a bit short, as my mother would say, but I feel good in it.
Well, until this thing happened, I wasn't aware that when I bent over, my backside would show. I wear bikini panties and try to wear pastel shades when I'm working, but I don't always remember or succeed in matching my underwear to the day. I noticed that once or twice, Tim would be looking when I bent over, but it never crossed my mind that it was that bad.
About four weeks ago, I stayed late one Thursday evening, after office hours, and we were going over some insurance papers. His regular nurse, Miss Kimmins, hates to do that and she tries to bury these papers whenever she can. Usually, she is successful until a patient calls and asks for the forms, and then the doctor gets angry with Miss Kimmins. I felt sorry for her and volunteered to do it. I think I can learn from doing this. After all, I'm not a nurse yet, and I'm willing to do a little extra.
We were going over the papers and I was filling in wherever the forms required the doctor to do it. We worked as a team. He would work with the patient's file and I would take down the information he dictated. In the middle of this, the phone rang, and since I was next to the desk, I had to reach across Tim to get the phone. I realized that I was up against him, and he pushed his chair back to allow me access to the phone. Actually, I was across him, and when the person wanted me to take a message about something, I had to reach for a pad and pencil. I would say that I was stretched over the doctor and his desk for about five minutes.
I hung up the phone and couldn't understand the strained look on his face. He seemed all red and disturbed. We went through two more forms and then he said that we would quit for the evening. He said that he couldn't take any more forms just then. I went over to him to collect the patient's files from him and, standing very close to him, I bent over to look at something in the file that I thought was incorrect.
"Doctor, this is wrong, isn't it?"
I pointed out the incorrect date of an office visit, and as I erased it and corrected it, I swore that something was touching me. It was light, but I thought that something was on my backside. I got a funny feeling in my fanny and chills up and down my back. But then, I straightened up and the feeling disappeared. I walked out of the office into the filing area and forgot about it. Just then, Doctor Tim came out.
"Cathy, do you have some time tonight? I mean, do you have a date or anything?"
"No, not on a school night. Why?"
"Well, you always seem so interested in learning so many new things that I thought we might have time to learn something tonight."
I was just thrilled. I wanted to learn more and more. Being in a doctor's office excited me, but actually knowing what to do with the instruments and everything else, really thrilled me.
"Oh, of course! I can stay as late as you want."
"Well, why don't you call in for a bite to eat, and then we'll go inside and start with some simple things. There are some things that you only learn by doing, so I hope you won't mind learning on me."
"Why should I, Doctor Tim?"
"Please, Cathy, just call me Tim. Only the kids that come in here call me "Doctor Tim"
Well, that just set me up higher. I was being considered a friend, or more than that, a colleagues. I dialed the nearby delicatessen for some sandwiches and called my folks to tell them that I would be later than usual and not to wait dinner. No one even asked why, really. While we waited for the sandwiches, Tim showed me how to take a blood pressure. He did it to me first, and then, he told me to do it to him.
Tim went on at length as to how to check the pulse, and we spent about twenty minutes taking each other's pulses. The blood pressure wasn't as easy as I figured and we went back to that after the sandwiches arrived.
During the light dinner, we talked about medicine and the possibility of becoming a doctor, instead of being just a nurse. I hadn't actually given that much thought, I suppose. My family is very traditional, and in that structure, a woman's place in medicine is as a nurse. I was delighted that Tim thought enough of me to want me to try being a doctor, instead.
"My girl, I think you have a natural talent for this kind of thing. I watch the way you watch me and the way your eyes light up when you see something that's new to you. You sort of remind me of myself in that respect. I was so eager to learn anything about medicine. Just because my father was a doctor didn't mean that I got a chance to learn everything from him."
"I didn't realize that your father was a doctor, too."
"Oh, yes. But, as a matter of fact, I had to learn from one of his friends. He was a nice person. Too bad, that shortly after I graduated from medical school, he died. I considered myself closer to him than to my father, really."
I was spellbound. I didn't interrupt once after that.
"Well, the point of all this nonsense, is that I think you have a talent, as well as an interest. I had to be fostered in my interest before I actually considered medicine seriously. I think that once you are exposed to medicine or see it in a different light, you will think seriously about it. How old are you, Cathy?"
"Seventeen. I'm a senior in high school. I haven't accepted any of the colleges that I applied for, but two of them are general and they have pre-med majors."
I was getting very excited about this even before I heard his story. I started imagining myself in medical school with Tim as my sponsor. I listened to everything he said with complete attention.
"Now, then, you caught on to that pulse thing with no problem at all. Let's try something else."
"But, Tim, what about the blood pressure readings. I don't think that I understand that very well."
"Well, then, just one or two more tries on that. That can be tricky."
Tim explained the theory behind it again, and then he made me try it again on him. I did a little better, but, somehow, I just couldn't get the knack of it. I don't mind telling you that I was a bit upset by that. Even nurses have to do that.
"Maybe I don't have the talent to become a doctor. I can't seem to get this down."
Tim was very nice to me. He tried to assure me that I would manage very well with more practice.
"Now, let's get on to some other things. I want you to try listening with the stethoscope.
Here, just try putting it into your ears and placing it on your own chest."
Tim helped me get the instrument into my ears and then he held it on my uniform front. I couldn't hear anything except some rustling a little bit like the sound of whisks on a drum that was almost deafening. He held the sensor to me steadily, but I couldn't get any heart beat.
"Do you hear that?"
"No. No, I don't hear anything."
"Oh, really? Well, don't be disappointed, my child. It has nothing to do with your ability. It is difficult for any doctor to hear through layers of fabric."
"Oh, is that why the doctor asks a patient to get undressed?"
"That's one of the reasons. You know, in order to get anything done, I'm afraid that you'll have to take your dress down in the front."
I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to just unbutton the uniform, but I figured that Tim had been my doctor since I was a little baby, and it wouldn't matter to him anyway. I hesitated for a moment, though, and he noticed that.
"Does all this embarrass you? We can stop right now, dear, if it does. This is what happens in medical school, and, I imagine, in nursing school."
Then I felt so silly, that I just undid the first five or so buttons. I wear a bra, but my breasts are firm, even if they are larger than most girls my age have. Sitting in that position, they bulged out of the top of my bra.
"Here now, let's try again. Place the ear pieces in your ears. That's fine. Now."
Tim guided the sensor plate to my left breast and immediately, I heard the thumping of my own heart. I was very excited about hearing that sound. I guess I felt like a doctor, already. I listened for a moment more, and then Tim took the sensor plate and moved it. The sound got weaker and I looked up to him to motion with my eyes that the signal was getting weaker. The look in his eyes was so very different than I had ever seen before. He was staring at my breasts, and wasn't even aware that I was looking at him.
I finally put my hand on his arm, and he broke his gaze. He motioned for me to take the ear pieces out of my ears.
"What is it?"
"When you moved that plate, the sound got weaker."
"Well, of course. I put the sensor plate on the thicker part of your breast. The sound has to vibrate through more tissue. Now, if you will allow me, I will show you how a doctor takes a woman's heart beat professionally."
Tim asked me to lie down on the examining table and I did that. The front of my dress was open and my breasts were pouring out of the top of the bra.
"Uh, Cathy, would you mind loosening the bra for a moment. You can hook it right back up when we're finished."
I did as I was asked. To do that, however, I had to unbutton the dress a bit more to get to the hooks. That bra had two hooks and I couldn't look at Tim when my bra loosened and my breasts went limp on top of my rib cage. I guess there was no reason to be embarrassed, but I did feel it, anyway.
I wasn't looking up at Tim when he started fooling with the stethoscope, but then he said it was time to put them back in my ears.
"You must pay attention to what I am doing and where I am placing the plate. That is the way any student of medicine learns."
I was all attention from that point on. I managed to forget that I wasn't wearing any top and tried to hold my head up to watch what he was doing.
"You must place the plate under the breast. Against the rib cage. In a woman, the breast acts as a barrier over the heart, and it is difficult to hear the sound accurately. I will do it this time, and the next time, you do it yourself."
Tim put his hand on my breast and lifted it. He was holding it in his hand for a longer time than I thought necessary, but then when I was getting uncomfortable, he placed the sensor underneath my breast and the sound of my heart beating resounded in my ears. Again, I got caught up in the activity, and the excitement of learning something new, and I didn't really notice what Tim was doing. Only after a few minutes did I feel him squeezing my breast. Each time my heart would beat, he would squeeze it in his hand. I guess that I only noticed it because once, he did it hard, and it pinched.
I looked up at him and there was that look in his eye. He was moving his finger towards my nipple when I moved. He suddenly stopped and smiled at me.
"How's that? Impressive, isn't it? You know, Cathy, I just thought of something. Have you ever had your breasts examined?"
Tim's face got very serious when he said this, and he really scared me for a minute.
"No, never, why?"
"It's just that a woman is a woman from the time she starts her menstrual cycle. Being seventeen is not like being ten anymore. Why don't you let me take a look?"
"But aren't you a pediatrician? Do you do this kind of thing?"
Then he got very righteous, and I was terribly embarrassed by what I had said.
"Are you asking me if I am competent in this area? I do happen to be a physician, young lady.?"
"Of course, you are, Tim. I'm terribly sorry that I said that. Really I am."
Suddenly, I was afraid that he wouldn't teach me any more and I didn't want that to happen. I was frantic to get on his good side again. After all, I had made that awful remark without any real provocation. I thought quickly, and the one thought that popped into my head was to take my dress off and my bra and let him examine my breasts. I felt that I would even insist.
"Tim, would you please examine my breasts. I don't want anything to be wrong and I am quite sincere about wanting you to do it."
"You don't have to say that to make me feel good, Cathy. I don't need ego-building from a seventeen year-old."
Tim's tone had gone cold and his face had changed, too. I figured there was only one way to show him I meant it. I took off my uniform completely and then my bra and lay back on the table.
"Please do it, Tim. I want you to." Somehow, though, when I did that, I found that his mood improved right away. He came over to the table and looked down at me.
"Well, alright. I don't want to be childish about this. I'm sure that you didn't mean to say what it sounded like."
I felt better, then, too, and lay, waiting for him to examine my breasts. Tim bent over me on the table and put his hand on my left breast, first. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh and rotated his finger tips, working clockwise around the outside of my breast. But, then he began to put pressure on my nipple. He picked it up, almost, between his two fingers and rubbed it in between them. I started to get chills from what he was doing.
I looked up at Tim's face, and then saw that he was looking at the nipple in his hand, and that funny look was back on his face. I didn't know if he knew what he was doing to me, but I was embarrassed to let him know. I mean, what was I supposed to say?
Tim, you're getting me excited, I feel funny ?
It's just not that simple. I had no reason to suspect that he even knew that he was doing this to me. So, instead, I just lay there trying to overcome my feelings. Then, thank heaven, Tim stopped rubbing my nipple and went to the other breast. He spent the same amount of time rotating his fingertips into the outer area of the breast and then, he headed straight for the nipple again. I didn't think that I could stand the sensations he was causing.
I started to wiggle a bit, I suppose, and immediately, Tim looked up and into my eyes.
"What's the matter, Cathy? Does that hurt you?"
I flushed right up to my hair. I could feel my cheeks burning.
"No, no, Tim. It doesn't hurt."
"Well, then, what's the matter? You're squirming around so."
I didn't know what to say. I really didn't.
"It's just that, well, when you do that to me, I.."
"When I do what to you?"
"Oh, when you take the...the...nip...nipple like that."
My face was burning and I didn't think I could finish what I was saying.
"What am I doing to your nipple, Cathy?"
"Oh, nothing, I guess. It's nothing at all, really, it isn't."
"Now, stop that. There has to be something wrong if you can't stay still when I rub you nipple. Is that it? When I rub the nipple?"
"Yes."
I didn't believe that voice was mine. I almost squeaked the answer out. I was relieved to admit that I couldn't handle what he was doing and that he was rubbing my nipple.
Is that a sign of something, Tim?"
"It certainly is. It's a sign that you're a perfectly healthy and normal woman."
"What do you mean? Does every woman feel this way when her breasts are examined?"
"It's right that a woman should get titillated and excited when a man touches her breasts, especially her nipples. A very erotic area, Cathy. It is definitely one of the erogenous zones for every woman. But, apparently, especially for you."
I felt a bit relieved, knowing that this reaction was normal, and for another few moments, I just let him continue kneading and rubbing my nipples. By now, he had both going at the same time. Finally, I couldn't stand the suspense any longer.
"Is everything alright? Can you find anything wrong, Tim?"
Tim looked straight at me.
"No, I can't find anything immediately and apparently wrong, but there is one thing that I would like to do. Before I spend any more time on this teaching that I want to do, I would like to examine you thoroughly. I have to make sure of something."
I picked myself up on the examining table and peered after him as he went to the other side of the office. He came back with a robe, the kind the older children wore when he gave them complete physicals.
"Why don't you put this on, and then I can have a look at you."
I didn't argue with him this time. I imagined that there was some specific disorder that he had to know about before he could teach me anything else. I undressed completely in the dressing room, and came back, a little chilly in my bare feet. I hopped back up on the examining table.
"I am pleased to see that you understand these things, Cathy. You are very intelligent. Now, lie back once more. Okay, open the gown near your waist. That's it. Now, just relax."
Tim went on to dig his fingers into my groin area, and then slipped back up to the higher part of my stomach. He was nodding to himself as he did this, and finally, I closed my eyes and let him examine whatever he needed to.
I couldn't help but open my eyes when he reached down to my pubic area, and matter-of-factly spread the lips of my pussy open.
"Now, relax. That's very important. You must relax."
Then, he actually started masturbating me. He rubbed his fingers over my clitoris over and over again. I could feel my back arch as the sensations got stronger and more pleasant. I didn't know what to do, so I just lay there, and every so often, my leg would twitch with the intensity of the pressure on my clit. Then, he started pushing one finger into my vagina.
"Now, again, just relax."
His tone was so professional, that I was ashamed of the thoughts and the feelings running throughout my body. He pushed his finger into my pussy deeper and deeper and I could feel his finger getting wetter and wetter. Between the rubbing of my clitoris and the frigging of my pussy, I was about to come. Thank heaven, though, he stopped just in time.
When I looked up, he was staring into my face, and he was smiling.
"That looks pretty good. Now, turn on your side, please."
I turned over and then he started with my pussy again, only this time, he put the finger right up there. It started to get me hot again, but then, he stuck a finger up into my anus. I jumped at the coolness of the lubricant, and when he moved it in and out very gently, I almost started to move myself on his fingers. I was getting so hot that I couldn't think. I just wanted to come.
Then I did start to squirm.
"Do you like this feeling? Cathy, do you like what I'm doing to you."
"Oh, yes, yes, I do! It feels so good!"
"Well, that's perfectly normal."
Then I felt him getting closer to me. I could feel his coat against my ass.
"Now, pull down on the table and pull your legs up, up to your chin. That's it. Get one leg higher than the other, though. That's just fine."
As I moved on the table, Tim kept his fingers in me and when I reached the bottom of the table, he pulled his fingers downward, directing me to hang my ass off the table just a bit. Then he pulled one finger out of me, it was my pussy, I think, and just kept his finger in my ass without moving it. Then he went back to pushing his finger in and out of my pussy. I have to say that I was very hot.
"Now, Cathy, I'll have to spread your anus a bit. Relax and it won't hurt at all. It will if you tense your muscles."
He pulled his finger out of my ass and then, I felt something pushing at me that seemed like a thick pole. I tried to relax, and then the pain started.
"Ow! Tim, that does hurt. I'll try to relax, but that hurts!"
"That's a good girl. Now. I'll just help with this hand."
He pulled his finger out of my pussy and braced my body by holding onto my hips. The pain only got worse, and I thought that I would die from it.
"Now, I know it might hurt a little, but you're only making it worse for yourself. As soon as it's in, it won't hurt anymore."
I forced myself to relax. I had never had a rectal exam, and I didn't know what to expect. I had only heard in hushed whispers that it was bad. I figured that this was what everyone meant.
Finally, the instrument in my anus got less painful and I felt it go all the way up. I swore it was knocking against my stomach, that's how big and long it felt! Now, I could feel Tim so close to me that his body was pressing against my ass cheeks. He put his finger back in my pussy and began to thrust it in and out. I started to forget about the big thing in my ass and enjoy the feelings further front.
Then I felt the instrument being pulled out, and I was grateful that it was over. But as it got to the end of the canal, just before my sphincter, it stopped and then, then I felt it rammed back into me. I screamed.
"Now, that doesn't hurt that much! Just take it easy. This will be over in just a few minutes."
Tim's voice sounded funny and I didn't like the pain in my anus. I was about to tell him that I wanted to postpone the examination, but when I tried to turn, I couldn't. He was holding me close to him, and only then did I realize how close. Before he could stop me, I reached back and down and put my hand on his cock, half out of my ass. Then I screamed again.
"Tim, what are you doing? What are you doing to me?"
"Now, Cathy, there's nothing to be upset about. This will be our little secret, okay? I have a condom on, and there's no danger of anything happening. You wouldn't even have known it if you didn't feel back here."
I started to pull myself away from him, but he was strong and he pulled me back to him. As I jerked my body, the pain in. my anus flared up. I shrieked.
"Ow! My ass. It hurts!"
"That's only because you're trying to get away. You're not moving properly. Now, I am going to come in that nice tight little ass. Just relax and we'll get it over with faster." Tim's voice had gotten colder and meaner. I realized that what he said, he meant. I didn't know what to do But Tim forced me down again, and began to shove his prick up into my ass again. This time, he worked harder on my clit and then my vagina. I lay there, not knowing what to do. My body had begun to send wonderful signals to me again.
As Tim felt me relax, he worked more smoothly in and out of my ass and the feelings in my body got better. I started to relax and the cock shoved up my ass wasn't that bad after all. I started to move on Tim's cock and his finger in my pussy. He had worked me up quite a bit before with his fingering and I still wanted to come.
"You see, Cathy? It can feel good, if you let it. In just a few minutes, I am going to explode in your ass, and you won't be a virgin there, anymore."
Tim's words were getting uneven and the tone of his voice was strained. I realized that he was going to come soon. I never had much to do with men, but some boys that I had been with, always got that way when they were ready to come. His breathing got faster and he started pumping into my ass faster, too. I felt the buildup of excitement in my body and I worked my ass over his cock, in spite of myself.
"That's it, Cathy. You see, you're beginning to like it. Just a little treatment and you'll love it. Go ahead, rub yourself over my cock."
I couldn't help myself after that. I was upset and all I wanted to do was to come. I could feel it building and then, Tim did it. He started to frig me faster and I was jumping all over the table. Tim drove his cock home into my ass and then, we both came at the same time. I jumped and jerked over the table and I thought that I might fall off.
"Oh, oh, I can't help it! I'm coming!"
"Do it, do it, Cathy. I'm shooting into your sweet little ass!"
Tim held me onto the table, partly, I guess because he would have lost contact with me if I actually did fall off. He held me to him and shoved that cock into my ass until he had emptied his come into me. I could only feel the heat at the tip of his cock. The condom prevented me from feeling the hot stuff shoot all over inside me.
I wet Tim's hand with my own juices and then, finally, I slowed down and both of us stopped. We were both exhausted and I just slumped on the table. Tim pulled his cock out of my ass slowly, and there was very little discomfort at all. He left the room for a few minutes and when he came back, he had his suit jacket on.
I didn't know what to say or how to react to him. I was angry with him for tricking me and using me. I wanted to hit him or hurt him. but I just didn't know the words. He finally came over to me and when he put his hand on my shoulder, I shook it off.
"Now, look, Cathy, I may have tricked you into this, but you enjoyed it. As a matter of fact, I didn't plan this, you know. It's just that, with your clothes off, I couldn't help myself. I got aroused and wanted you."
I knew that he was lying, but he was effective in putting the blame, at least partly, on me, too. I got dressed and took the bus home. I didn't want him to drive me. I had to think. Actually, the bus was a poor choice. During the bumping, I was sore from the fucking he had given me. I haven't said anything to anybody about this.
I told him, the next time I was in the office that I didn't think that I could work there anymore, and that I would wait until he got a replacement. I still like children, and I feel some obligation to them, not to leave them in the lurch.
But, there is another matter. I don't know if this terrible thing that he did to me affects his ability to perform as a doctor. I don't think he will do it to the younger children, because there is always a nurse with them, or their mothers. I could destroy his career, and then, too, his friendship with my family. I don't know what to do.
I can't deny that I felt pleasure from this act, but I don't want anyone to know about it. I don't want my parents to find out about it. If this became public knowledge, they would know. I'm afraid that they would think that I was partly responsible. Maybe I was.