“Mr. Rodriguez!” the nurse called into the empty waiting room. I turned toward her and stood to my feet.“That’s me,” I replied.“The doctor will see you now,” she said with a warm smile.I followed her through the doorway, and down the hall.We exchanged pleasantries and she led me to the last room on the right.“She’ll be in to see you in just a few minutes,” she said.“Wait… ‘she’?” I asked. “What happened to Dr. Patrino?”“Ohhh, he’s sick with the flu this week. He has his new partner Dr. Patricia Nielson seeing his patients while he’s out. They actually run the clinic together now.”I hesitated to respond.“I can reschedule you if you’d like,” she said,”but I don’t have any openings until next month.”“No, that’s quite alright,” I replied. “I can be seen by Dr. Nielson today.”She smiled. “Great. Don’t worry, you’re in excellent hands.”As the nurse left I closed the door and made myself comfortable in the chair against the wall. I hadn’t counted on being seen by a female physician. And of course, it wouldn’t have been a problem if I had come in for any other issue. But this was delicate…After a minute I heard a knock at the door. “Come in!” I said.Oh great, she’s young too? And attractive? I thought to myself as she walked in. She smiled at me and put out her hand.“Hi I’m doctor Nielsen. How are you doing today?” She had an unassuming presence, and her kind brown eyes put me at ease. She exuded a kind of warm confidence that, for a minute, made me forget about my embarrassment.“I’m good!” I said taking in the warmth of her hand, and trying hard to resist the temptation to look her up and down.She looked down at her clip board, and then down at me with a pleasant expression. “So you were here to see Dr. Patrino about a low libido?”I was impressed with her professionalism. Her tone, and expression were matter of fact, and non-judgmental.“Yes,” I admitted. “Well, my wife actually made the appointment for me. I think I’ve just been tired lately. I mean I’m barely 29 years old. That’s too young for that kind of thing right?”“Yes,” she said. “You’re definitely too young to have a testosterone problem. But there is the possibility of a tumor, which is unlikely, but we do need to rule that out. Do you check yourself for lumps in the shower?”“No, I don’t,” I replied, slightly embarrassed now that the conversation had shifted to what I do with my balls.“Ok, well let’s get that out of the way, shall we? Do you mind if I check for you?”I hated doing stuff like this, but I wasn’t about to act like a child who couldn’t get through a standard medical procedure.“Not at all. Go right ahead.”“Ok, then. I’d like you to pull down your jeans, and your underwear as well.”I stood up, unfastened my belt, and let my pants fall to my ankles. Then I tentatively pulled down my boxers until I could feel the cool air on my man parts. I was freshly trimmed since my wife and I had our anniversary only a couple of nights prior. At least everything looked presentable.She squatted on the floor, and put her hands on my balls. She felt around for a minute. Or at least I think it was a minute. I found myself utterly distracted by how much softer her hands were than my wife’s. And the way she touched. It didn’t feel like she was feeling for lumps at all. She was grazing them with her fingertips, and moving in a repetitive motion.“Hmmm…” she said inquisitively. “Nothing irregular here. But I’m going to try something…”It dawned on me suddenly that there was indeed something very much irregular. “Um, Dr. Nielsen…?”“Yes Mr. Rodriguez?” she said looking up to me with a curious gleam in her eye. Now she was tickling me slightly, dancing her fingertips lightly across my man sack.“Aren’t you supposed to be wearing gloves?”She put her finger up to her lips. “Shhhhh. I’m the professional here. Do you want me to report you for pulling down your pants, and exposing yourself to me?”“But you’re the one who told me to’…”“N-n-n-n-noooo” she said interrupting me and waiving her index finger. “That’s not what happened, and no one will believe you anyway. So shut up, and do as I say.” Her voice was calm, and authoritative, every bit as much as it was soothing and feminine.Her hands moved to my manhood, which by now was beginning to swell. She began to massage it gently.“I consider this the poor man’s testosterone test,” she said looking at the second hand on the wall clock. “If you can get an erection in the next 30 seconds, then we’ll know that’….Ohhhh! Oh my, Mr. Rodriguez, you are growing quickly!”My face turned red, and I looked at the clock, counting the seconds as she did.“10 seconds flat. Not bad at all,” she said returning to her matter of fact doctor voice. She continued to rub up and down my shaft, now sticking up straight toward her. She stood to her feet, and looked me in the eye with a smile.“Seee, you don’t have a libido problem. You just need the right stimulus,” she said. “I have a feeling I know what’s been happening…”“What’s that?” I asked.Abruptly, I felt her turn me to the side. I felt a sharp, awful sting on my butt. And then another. And then another! The doctor was spanking me!“You’ve been looking…” she slapped my ass hard. I was in too much shock to put a stop to it, or even to protest.“At too much!!” Again, she spanked several times. Her hand had released from my dick, and she was holding me by the arm.“Pornography!!!” she said forcefully into my ear. She was whispering angrily, and I could feel her hot minty breath on my face.She returned her fingers to my dick, and resumed massaging. I felt like I had stepped into some alternate universe where doctors fondle, and spank their patients. But I wasn’t exactly upset about it. Her hands felt amazing, and even the spanking was kind of exciting.“Am I correct, Mr. Rodriguez?” she said, back in full professional mode (save the hand job she happened to be giving me at the moment).“Yes, Dr. I’m addicted to porn.”“Well, admission is the first step to recovery, as I’m sure you’ve heard before.” She stepped back and pulled her prescription pad from her lab coat pocket. “I’m going to prescribe something for you,” she said as she began writing.“I want you to go home to your wife, and have her spank your buttocks, as hard as possible, every 4–6 hours for the next seven days. Then see me next week and I will make sure that the treatment was adequate. If it is not, then we will double the dose, and do it right here in the room.”“What if she won’t do it?” I asked.“Then find someone who will, or do it yourself. But trust me, if I have to administer the treatment myself, you will regret it.”She handed me to slip of paper, and I folded it in my pocket. I honestly had no idea what was happening. Maybe she was crazy, or maybe she wasn’t even a doctor. Maybe I was on some hidden-camera show, or maybe…who knows? I thought. But it didn’t matter. All I could do was play along until it was all over. Then things took a turn, and the visit got even stranger…“But for now, I want to give you something that will make you a little more useful to your wife,” she said.She slid down to her knees. My erection had calmed down, but was still enlarged, pointing toward the floor. Her hands returned to my balls, and her delicate fingers caressed them with gentle, teasing motions. She looked up at me, and as if a switch had been flipped, her professional demeanor vanished. She smiled at me and took me in her mouth.I watched her lips suck tight around my shaft, and begin to move slowly up and down. Her mouth was delightfully warm, and the utter inappropriateness of the whole thing only made it that much hotter. I was hard as a rock in no time.She bobbed a few times, and then licked circles around my head, then repeated the sequence again and again.Next, she licked from bottom to top, slowly, like I was a delicious popsicle on a hot summer day. She took her time. It didn’t seem that she had any intention to make me come. She was teasing me, smiling up at me playfully while her tongue licked every inch of my manhood. Then she sucked her lips tight around my head once more and took it in her mouth slowly and sensually.Ten minutes went by like that, or maybe it was an hour. I don’t know. I had lost all sense of time. But sure enough, I found myself right on the edge.“Ohhh Dr. Nielson…” I panted. “I’m gonna come!”And with that she drew her mouth away, looked up at me and smiled devilishly. “Ohhhh no. You are not,” she said shaking her head.She stood to her feet.“You save all of that energy for that wife of yours. I have a feeling you’ll be fucking her brains out like never before tonight.”I couldn’t speak. I just stood there, breathing like I had just finished running a marathon. She knelt down, pulled my pants back up, buttoned them for me, and buckled my belt.“Besides, I’m already late to see my next patient.”“Thank you Doctor Nielson. I feel better already.”“I can only imagine,” she said with a knowing smile.She grew stern and pointed her finger toward my face. “Now I want to see you in seven days. And by that time I expect you to have a sore butt, and very happy wife!”“I’ll try my best!”I felt a slap to my butt as she opened the door for me.“Remember, every day, every 4–6 hours. I’ll see you in a week.”That night I went home, and ravaged my wife like never before, the entire time thinking of Dr. Nielsen’s incredible treatment. She was so impressed that she called the good doctor just to say thank you.Of course, I didn’t have the courage to ask my wife to give me the “prescription.” So naturally, my next visit involved a painful lesson in following the doctor’s orders.But that’s another story, for another time.
