He looked up at Beatrix's face questioningly, or rather, he wanted her to believe he was a bit uncomfortable. She gave away nothing, lips pursed, looking plain, almost bored.
"Yes, doctor." He put his arms to his sides, and once unpinned, his shaft stood up proudly, pressing against the flexible restraint of his jockstrap.
Surprised at the sheer size, Beatrix retreated to his ankles to work on his feat, buying time to regain her composure. Her eyes couldn't help but flick up to view that impressive bulge every couple of seconds, but she made sure to keep up her due diligence, giving every bruise equal treatment.
Finally, she got to the top of his legs. The anticipation leading to this moment was nearly palpable. There was still one area left untouched, and Beatrix's obsession disorder was beginning to ache worse than she thought those cuts marks might.
'Should I ask,' she thought.
'Will she ask?' he wondered.
"Patient?"
