Date: Wed, 14 Apr 2004 21:44:47 +0000
From: Petra Rose <petrarose@hotmail.com>
Subject: Doctor's Orders - Part 1 (Lesbian/Authoritarian F/F)

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Doctors Orders (Lesbian / Authoritarian FF)


       Doctor Petra Rose sat down behind her desk and tried to let
her mind wander. Being a general practitioner was a hectic life at
the best of times. She had been a G.P for the nearly twenty years,
now in her early forties she still found herself working longer
hours than ever before.

       Looking after the health of so many people in this inner
London community was a stressful occupation, and today's early
morning surgery had been even more stressful then usual.
But for now, she was enjoying a short well-earned break
before the next part of her busy schedule began.

       "Ah, Doctor Rose," Her secretary said, on entering the room
and interrupting her thoughts. "Here is the list of patients for
you're out calls this morning."

       With her train of thought now broken Doctor Rose casually
glanced at the list that had been presented to her. One name drew
her attention almost immediately. And she underlined it with her pen.

       "Miss Mary Smith. She'll be the last patient on my rounds
before lunch."

       "Very good Doctor." Her secretary said as she briskly
left the room.

       Collecting everything together into her large leather bag,
Doctor Rose made her way towards her car. For the rest of the morning
and into the early afternoon patients that were too ill to come
to the surgery were called on. From the small child recovering from
an infection, to the elderly patient needing a flu jab, to the young
mother with a newborn baby. All received professional and caring
attention from their local G.P. At last Doctor Rose parked her car
outside the address of her final patient, Mary Smith.

       Carefully Doctor Rose stroked her fingers down her flawless navy
blue business suit, checking that any creases were straightened out.
She then undid several buttons from her immaculate white shirt,
leaving just enough for her ample breasts to force their way into view.
Her thick dark hair was quickly brushed back into its neatly styled bob.
Perfume was sprayed. Mascara and bright scarlet lipstick efficiently
applied.
Stockings checked and her sensible flat shoes replaced
with high heels. With this transformation complete Doctor Rose emerged
from her car, carrying her large leather bag.

       Mary Smith lived in a block of flats on a run down council estate.
As Doctor Rose made her way up the steps to the forth floor she picked
her way carefully past a collection of broken bottles and graffiti
strewn walls. Eventually she stood outside a grimy yellow door;
a cracked front window and peeling paint its only welcome.
She pressed the doorbell and waited.

       Eventually a young female opened the door. She was dressed only
in a thin robe, which she clutched tightly to her. Doctor Rose briskly
pushed past her and inside.

       "Hello Doctor. Glad you could see me today." Said the young
woman nervously.

       Ignoring her greeting, Doctor Rose carried on walking down
the dimly lit hallway and into the bedroom. She'd been here many
times and knew her way around. The young woman quickly closed
the door and followed. The doctor carefully placed her bag
down by the bed. Sheets and pillows lay strewn about untidily.

       "So Mary. You called me out to see you. What's wrong?"
Asked the G.P sternly.

       "I've been feeling really weird lately, Doctor. I feel
so tense and nervous. I can feel my heart pumping away sometimes.
I can't sleep at night. I'm just so hyper." Mary babbled.

       "Well, we better give you a complete examination then hadn't we?
Strip please" The doctor commanded.

       The young woman hesitated for a second then slowly let her
robe slip from her shoulders and fall to the ground where it lay
in a heap. Mary was in her mid-twenties although she looked much older.
She was no beauty, although not ugly either. She was not helped
by the fact that today she wore no make-up and her hair was sticking
up every which way. She looked a mess and knew it, but she'd only
just this minute got out of bed.

       Mary felt a wave of embarrassment pass over her as she noticed the
heightened interest Doctor Rose showed in her nudity. She was quite
tall with a very slim figure and dark skin. Her breasts were not
large but well proportioned. A brown triangular bush of hair
covered her pussy.

       Doctor Rose slowly walked around her patient admiring what she saw.
A hand casually brushed against the young woman's tight little bottom,
making her jump. Warm hands continued to gently ease their way up
either side of Mary's slim body, gently feeling her. Touching her.
Mary closed her eyes and let the sensation take over.

       "I think I should start by taking your temperature"
Doctor Rose whispered.

       An instant later Mary felt a pair of lips press against her own.
She could taste the lipstick. She opened her mouth and gladly let
herself be French kissed. Doctor Rose pushed herself hard against Mary,
forcing herself more and more against the young woman. Tightly holding her.
Making her open her mouth wider. Kissing her deeply.
Passionately. Cruelly. Eventually Mary broke free, gasping for breath.

       "Well that seems perfectly normal. When is the last time you had
a breast examination? Raise your arms please," Doctor Rose said tersely.

       Before she could answer Doctor Rose had pushed Mary's hands
above her head. Carefully cupping each breast and pushing them to her lips,
the doctor began to suck on each one greedily. Nuzzling. Biting gently.
Pulling on them. Flicking each nipple between her teeth.
Fingers and thumbs gently caressing. Mary groaned as she enjoyed
the experience. Suddenly pain replaced pleasure, as her breasts
were pulled viciously upwards. Mary cried out and tried to pull
her arms down but the doctor stopped her.

       "Keep your arms up while I'm examining you!" Doctor Rose said
menacingly while pulling even harder on the poor girls nipples.

       "Oh Doctor! Please you're hurting me!" cried Mary.

       Ignoring the pleas of her patient Doctor Rose then began to slap
each breast. Aiming to catch just the tip of each nipple.
The stinging pain made Mary cry but she continued to hold her
hands above her head. Eventually the torment stopped, to be
replaced once again by warm hands that embraced her.

       "That's very good" Doctor Rose said softly as she calmed
the weeping girl. "I know you hate me examining your breasts,
but it's for the best. I give them the all clear."

       Mary smiled back at her doctor through the tears. Her breasts now
had a tingling warm feeling about them that she enjoyed.
Looking down she also saw a trail of scarlet lipstick on each nipple.

       "I'm relived about that," She said, gently resting her head on
Doctor Rose's shoulder as the two women cuddled each other.
Mary was beginning to feel decidedly horny.

To be continued