School Girl Exam
By Montrose
The good doctor has his hands full


The Hootruds were a new family in my practice. I’m a general practitioner.
Mrs. Hootruds sat in my office next to her young daughter Lisa. Lisa was a
healthy looking girl and I judged that this would be an easy patient, but Mrs.
Hootruds seemed a bit flustered. I scribbled notes while Lisa played with one
of her blonde pigtails and her mother talked.

"I feel silly being worried, Doctor." She said. "Lisa is never sick. And lord
knows her appetite is strong! But as you can see, the girl is rather large for
her age..."

I looked at my notes. She turned 16 last April. I looked at the girl. "She
seems to be in good shape..." I began.

"Too good maybe, Doctor." Broke in Mrs. Hootruds. I chuckled but she continued
in dead earnest. "It just isn’t natural for a young girl to be the strongest
member of her family. She has two older brothers and a strong, active father!
She has them cowering and doing everything she says. I asked her if she’s
taking steroids but she says no."

I looked at her, and she returned my gaze rather more frankly than I expected
of one so young. Her arms and shoulders were well defined but not what I would
expect to see from steroid abuse. She wore her school uniform – white blouse,
black tie, plaid skirt, white knee socks, black shoes. She seemed to be
pushing the rules with the tall, thick heels on her shoes and her skirt went
less than half way to her knee. She looked very charming – maybe a bit too
charming for her years, but harmless enough.

"She started working out with her big brothers’ weights only a few months ago
and now the poor boys can’t use them for all the weight she demands be on the
bars. The two boys tried to reset them, but she sent them howling with the
beating she gave them for it."

"How old are the boys?" I asked.

"19 and 23, Doctor." Replied her mother. "They’re both good athletes. It runs
in the family."

I looked at Lisa again. She had a cock-eyed grin on and just shrugged.

"And just last night her father grounded her for coming home late and she
nearly..."

"Mother." Said Lisa. It was the first time she had spoken, and it had been
soft and measured.

"Yes dear." Mrs. Hootruds turned in her chair to face her daughter.

"Go wait in the car."

"Yes dear." Her mother replied. She grabbed her purse and was gone in a flash,
never looking back.

I looked back at Lisa who smiled. I got the feeling I was being targeted by a
lioness – I got a bit uneasy for a moment. Then I remembered this was just a
16 year old girl – a patient in need of an exam. Perhaps there was a
physiological reason she had sprouted up so much.

"Your mother seems to be concerned about your recent growth and supposed
strength."

"Do you think there’s anything wrong with me doc?" she replied with a wink.
She stood and crossed around to my side of the desk. She certainly was tall.
And well put together. Her walk indicated athletic prowess. I couldn’t help
look longingly at her long, supple legs and high, round hips. She performed a
perfect pivot on her way toward me and stopped as she towered over me – me
sitting in a chair.

"I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. Still, it’s good to have an exam." I
managed to stammer. "Let’s head over to the examining table." I stood to lead
the way, but she pushed me back into the chair.

She stepped up so her legs were on either side of my chair and sat on my lap.
Her ample chest covered my head. I began to resist, but I’ll admit, not much.
She chuckled as I rubbed my face in her cleavage.

"Now, Lisa." I said, wishing I didn’t have to. "I’m your doctor. We can’t have
this sort of thing."

"Then why are you groping my ass, doc?"

I hadn’t even realized that I was. But my hands were up under her skirt and
working their way under her panties. And my throbbing cock was already
grinding into her crotch through our clothes.

I pulled my hands out. "I’m just... uh... trying to stand." I muttered.

"You got something up already." She said grinding her mound on my stiff meat.
"But let me help you stand." Then she hauled me out of my chair by my tie. She
pulled me up to look her in the eye, which caused my feet to dangle by her
ankles. She smiled into my face as I choked.

Then she slowly lowered me to the floor. I barely had room between her and my
chair. She bumped me and I fell back to a seated position.

She kicked a foot up onto my desk and pushed her crotch at my face. "Eat me."
She whispered.

I thought about fighting it. I still thought that if I put up a fight I could
win. But I smelled her pie in my face and all resolve left me. I pulled her
panties to one side with my thumb and put my tongue to use on her gleaming
clam.

She started breathing heavier. She groaned and twisted over my expert
attention. She enjoyed my face in her muff for several minutes, when finally
she spoke again. "Do you think you’re man enough to examine me, doc?" she
asked.

I had thrown all professionalism to the wind at this point. All I wanted was
to ball this young girl. I adjusted the bone in my pants under her watchful
gaze. Her eyes sparkled.

"I’m man enough to do anything you want, baby." I snarled.

She laughed out loud at that. "You think so?"

"Try me."

"Okay. Let’s see you give me a spanking." She said in a lusty voice. She even
turned and offered her ass to me, flipping up her skirt.

"Gladly." I’ve turned more than a few girls over my knee for fun in my day. I
stood and grabbed her waist to pull her onto my knee, but instead somehow she
turned and flipped me sideways in the air and had me over her knee as she sat
on my desk. She yanked my pants to my knees and smacked my ass with her bare
hand so hard I had to cry out in pain!

She counted out, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!" Then she shoved me to the
floor at her feet. My ass was burning hot and stinging. "Are you gonna kiss my
feet and admit defeat or do you want some more?" she asked.

Now I was mad. I leaped up and took a swing at her face, open handed. I was
going to wipe that smirk off her sweet face. But she stopped my hand inches
from her rosy cheek.

"That was a bad idea, doc." She snarled. She grabbed my tie up by my collar
and lifted me again, this time shaking me violently like a terrier with a rat.
"Don’t you every raise your fucking hand to me!" she yelled. "I’ll teach you!"

With that she slammed me face down on my desk and she hopped her ass up onto
my head, cramming my nose onto my leather blotter. She bounced up and down. I
thought she would crush my head, or break my nose. I tried to pull out, but
she held me in place with her powerful thighs. After about 20 bounces she got
up, grabbed the back of my neck and flung me to the floor.

She stepped over me as I staggered to my knees. She pulled my head up to her
groin and clamped her lean thighs around my neck in a standing scissors. I
could not breathe!

As she choked me she punched my face. I could feel my lips swell and my eyes
begin to close. She was leaving marks that would show. At this point I began
to beg for mercy – though only in gasps. I knew I was beat.

"Shut up!" She growled and continued to hit me until she was satisfied. By
then I was blacking out from the choke hold. When she let go I dropped to the
floor unable to catch myself.

She dusted her hands off. Then she stuffed the sole of her shoe into my face
and said, "I’m waiting."

I licked the bottom of that shoe tenderly and said, through swollen lips, "I
admit defeat. Please don’t hurt me anymore Miss Hootruds. I’ll do anything you
say."

She chuckled as she stood over me with her hands on her hips. "Now was that so
hard?" she asked. I continued licking until she removed her foot.

"You may kiss my ass now." She declared as she pulled her panties to her
knees. Slowly I pulled myself up. "NOW!" she shouted. I hurried, even though
the effort made me sick.

But her ass was sweet and ripe. I have to admit I loved licking and fondling
it. I slid my hands around front and finger banged her into orgasm.

After that she pulled her panties back up and said, "That’s enough examining
for now. Make another appointment for me next month. And next time I expect
you to be prepared to grovel from the start. I don’t like wasting time
retraining men."

"Yes, Miss Hootruds."

"Give me you wallet." She snapped her fingers in my face. I dared not resist.
She took the 70 or 80 dollars I had and chucked the remains in the corner. "Is
this all? Make sure you have a few C notes on you next time!" She slipped the
bills into her ample cleavage, spun on her heels and marched from the room.

I collapsed on the floor.

*****

I did make her appointment. She came alone, dressed as before. When she
entered my office I got down on my knees and kissed her extended foot. "I
admit defeat. Please don’t hurt me Miss Hootruds. I’ll do anything you say." I
promised.

"Good boy." She said. "You learn well. And you heel quickly too." She sat at
my desk chair and spread her long legs apart – she wasn’t wearing panties this
time. "Get busy." She smiled down at me.

I crawled forward. Before stuffing my face into her quim I said, "Help
yourself to refreshments." I was speaking of the warm chocolate chips cookies
on my desk.

"Ohhhh!" she moaned as much for the cookies as for my efforts in her lap. What
she didn’t know is I had laced them. There was enough Rohypnol in them to drop
a rhinoceros.

She dribbled the crumbs of five cookies down the back of my neck before
passing out.

I stood with her clam juice dripping from my face. She lay sprawled out on my
chair. The first thing to do was to get this big lummox onto my examining
table and secured. It took me the better part of 30 minutes just to get her
hoisted onto the table. She was heavier than she looked – muscle weighs more
than fat. I tied her wrists and ankles to the braces and hooks on the corners
of the table with cotton twine. Then I dropped my pants and climbed up to sit
on her firm belly.

I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled off her brazier. Her melons were firm and
perfectly formed. I slipped in my tool and started humping her cleavage. The
end of it popped in and out of the top, pointing at her face.

Amazingly she started to come to. Her eyes rolled in her head. "Whtz da fuck."
She slurred. I humped faster. She seemed to be gaining consciousness fast! I
fired my first load into her face just as she looked to be fully aware.

She sputtered and spat back the gob that had landed in her mouth. "You are
so..." I shot another load as she started to speak and she nearly chocked on
it. I laughed.

She gulped the second load down, then started fighting the straps. Her efforts
made the table jerk and rock so much I fell off. "You are a dead man!" She
snarled.

I checked the ropes – they seemed to be holding. "Maybe some day little Lisa."
I replied. "But not today." I crawled back up and stuffed my still hard tool
up her bush.

"How dare you!" She howled. Her mighty struggles made her a tight ride and I
enjoyed it, even if I did need to hold on with both hands. She had plenty of
firm ass made for that.

"How dare you go around beating up the men in your life I grunted as I
humped."

Then I heard a most sickening sound - snapping rope.

She sat up and brushed me to the floor. "You were foolish to use cotton." She
said calmly. She pulled the loops from her wrists. I saw her powerful leg
muscles kick up one at a time and snap the cords holding them like I would
snap a thread.

I dived for her feet and began licking and groveling. "I admit defeat. Please
don’t hurt me Miss Hootruds. I’ll do anything you say." I pleaded in earnest
this time.

"Too late little man." She whispered as she pulled her bra back on and
buttoned her blouse. "I suggest you start running."

And so I did. I didn’t expect to make it to the door, but she let me get a
head start. I was running down the street when I saw her climb from my third
story office window and shinny down the side of the building. I was a block
ahead before she hit the ground, but she closed the gap fast. I ducked into an
alley. I found an unlocked door in the back of a Chinese restaurant and jumped
in as she turned the corner. I locked it.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?" yelled a cook carrying a carving
knife.

BLAM! The door shook with the force of her blow. A hinge popped and clattered
to the floor.

The kitchen erupted into shouts as everyone ran, not knowing what was after
me.

BLAM! The door shot off the wall and crashed into a stove across the room.

I ran out to the front of the restaurant, but she was on me before I could
make it to the door. Lisa grabbed the back of my neck and lifted me. Stunned
diners looked on as a young Amazon-sized school-girl lifted me, a well-dressed
middle-aged man like a kitten.

She hurled my over people’s heads into the far wall. I crashed down onto a
cart of dim sum. Everyone ran and in no time the place was all ours.

She pulled me off the cart and threw me to the other wall. I fell into a pile
of plates with a crash. I couldn’t stand to run anymore.

She lifted me and pushed me up against the wall. There she worked my body with
punches until I began to dry heave. Then she let me fall.

She kicked me over onto my back and stuffed her heel so hard into my mouth it
broke off a tooth. "I should kill you right now, doc. But there have been
witnesses. You’re a lucky man." She crammed her other foot into my groin and
broke my balls.

"Real lucky." She whispered as sirens began howling down the street. "Make
another appointment for me next month. You and I have a score to settle." She
skipped out the back and leaped a fence at the end of the alley, leaving me to
answer questions from the police.

*****

I made the appointment. I was afraid not to. I also had $1,000 in my wallet
hoping that might appease her.

The minute she entered my office I dropped to the floor and crawled to her
feet. Instead of offering a foot nicely, she kicked me in the mouth so hard I
flew backwards, spitting three more teeth.

"That was for last week." She said. "Now come here and kiss my fucking foot."

I slowly crawled forward. When my lips touched her shoe she hauled back and
kicked me in the face again, not quite so hard but still I saw stars.

"Kiss it!" she demanded.

Trembling, I put my face forward again, and again she belted me in the face
with her shoe.

"Stupid fuck!" she spat down at me. "Give me your wallet." I turned it over.
She didn’t even count it before stuffing it away between her tits. "Not
enough! I want more! Give me more money or I’ll..."

I pointed to my desk drawer, with my lock box inside. She tried the drawer but
it was locked. She stomped the mahogany until it gave way and she yanked the
drawer open. She saw the combo lock and set to work on that box like a gorilla
with a tire. It was too twisted to recognize when she was done. And then she
had 40 grand of mine stuffed in her bra and panties.

She pulled up her skirt so I could see her golden muff getting my money all
wet. "You could have had your face here again this week, doc, but you fucked
up."

I nodded. I knew I had fucked up.

"I’m coming back in another month. If you don’t have 100 thousand waiting for
me in a leather case I’ll have to take you in hand. And it won’t be the
foreplay we’ve been having. I mean, serious hurt, permanent damage. Got me?"

I looked up at the beautiful blonde school-girl, in her plaid skirt and knee
socks with her hands on her hips, glaring down at me. I nodded, unable to
speak.

"Good. Now get over here and kiss my foot."

I crawled over once more. And once more she bashed me in the face with her
foot, sending me sprawling and spitting teeth.

"Stupid shit." She mumbled as she stomped out.

*****

I had to call in some markers and sell some stock short, but I raised the cash
- $100,000 in a new leather Coach briefcase. I added a set of handcuffs in
case she wanted to get all Blues Brothers with it.

She was late but I had canceled all other appointments for the day.

And her mother was with her...

"You got the money?" Lisa asked.

I pointed to the case then dropped to my knees.

"None of that." Her mother snarled. And the older woman backhanded me as she
walked past to sit at my desk. I was shocked by the power in the woman’s blow!
I fell back, clutching my mouth.

Lisa opened the case and flipped through several stacks of cash. "It looks
good mother."

"Good." The old woman replied, lighting up a smoke. "Okay doc. Here’s how we
play it from now on. You send $1,000 a week to this PO box..." she flipped a
card onto the desk... "And I don’t send Lisa over to kick your ass. Now if you
send more, say $5,000 a week, there is a chance I might send Lisa over just to
let you get a taste of her sweet ass. That okay with you Lisa?"

"I would like that, actually." Said the girl. "He’s good with his tongue."

"Too much information." Said her mother. Lisa just smiled at me. "Besides
keeping yourself from harm, consider what having the police learn of how you
raped this poor girl would do to your reputation."

They both smiled at me.

"Any questions?" Mrs. Hootruds asked.

"Was it a setup from the start?" I asked.

"Of course, dipshit. You just made it easier on our minds with that rape
crap." They got up and walked out the door. "Enjoy the rest of your pathetic
life."

Lisa turned to blow a kiss over her shoulder and was gone.