Clara knew what day it was. She barely slept that night in anticipation of what the morning would bring. It was late summer and she had postponed this moment for as long as she could – but now time has caught up and Clara reluctantly booked her appointment. She would be heading to university in a few weeks however the admissions department had informed her (via emails and letters in the post) that her medical records were not up to date, and that specifically, she had to send in proof of 2 required vaccinations that were missing from her records. And today was the day of reckoning.

Clara contemplated what she should wear to the appointment. What was considered proper attire for an occasion such as this? She initially pulled out a pair of jeans however the summer heat was still too intense to justify the tight denim. She grabbed a black miniskirt that was laying on her chair and threw on a sleeveless top – reasoning that this would avoid her having to roll up her sleeves when the time came to get pricked.

Clara hopped off the tube station and walked to the exit where the station met the street. She felt the warm summer air envelop her completely as she exited the station. The clinic was 10 minutes away and she could already feel her heart beating faster. She quickened her step and sure enough, a few minutes later she was at the front door of the clinic. A front door she remembered exiting in tears and embarrassement after vaccination days in her younger years.

She pressed the doorbell and was quickly buźzed in. She checked herself in with the nurse but before she could even take a seat the nurse announced she could enter the examination room. She walked past the front desk and turned a corner into the room. She was greeted with the blue examination table and a faint smell of antiseptic. The doctor was in the adjacent room at his desk and he motioned her to have a seat on the table. Clara duly complied.

She folded her skirt underneath her and heaved her way up on the table. Her heart was now racing and her hands were shaking. The doctor appeared with a clipboard in hand, his eyes scanning the notes and records written on it.

“So Clara, you’re heading off to college in a few weeks?”

Clara nodded.

“You must be excited! A fresh start and new chapter for you” the doctor replied.

He had set the clipboard down and was now washing his hands at the basin in the corner of the room.

“so you just have some shots to catch up on today is that right?”

Clara nodded silently again. She could not force words out of her mouth no matter how hard she tried.

“well i’ll give you a regular check up nonetheless just for our records. Please remove your top”

Clara pulled her top off, exposing her breasts. The air conditioning from the adjacent room brushed against her skin, stiffening her nipples.

If the doctor noticed, he didnt say anything. He put on his stethoscope and pressed the cold steel against Clara’s chest.

“Deep breaths” he instructed. Clara inhaled and exhaled as she was told. The power dynamic between doctor and patient was always something that made her feel a certain way.

In her most intimate moments she often fantasized about being a compliant and submissive patient at the hands of an experienced doctor. Sure enough she began to feel that familiar tingling in between her lips as they moistened in response to her submission. Although she felt nervous she knew nothing would change the fact that this doctor in front of her would issue commands, and she would duly comply.

The doctor looped his stethoscope around his neck and instructed clara to lay on her back. He began firmly palpating her abdomen and groin. His firm expert touch caused her wetness to increase and she regretted now not wearing her jeans, which would have done a better job at camouflaging any sign of arousal.

The doctor told her to sit up as he picked up her yellow vaccination booklet.

“so i see we have 3 vaccinations to do today”

She immediately interrupted exclaiming “no there must be mistake its just 2!”

The doctor scanned her booklet and replied: “well you have tetanus booster, and hep b which are the university requirements but you are also overdue your last HPV shot”

Clara’s heart dropped. She had forgotten about that. Her mind drifted back to the last HPV jab she received and how painful it was. In her butt no less!

“we will get them done in no time” the doctor said while a nurse magically appeared with a steel tray containing three pre filled syringes. She laid them on the table and the do tor double checked the labels before transferring the steel tray from the table onto the exam table near Clara’s leg.

The doctor tore open an alcohol wipe and told Clara to lay on her belly and lift her skirt up.

Clara panicked. “can we not do them in the arm?” she pleaded

“since you are getting 3 its protocol to use the backside. Its also less painful that the shoulder and will heal faster. So come on!”

The familiar power dynamic at play.

Clara reluctantly swiveled onto her stomach and lifted up her skirt.

The doctor picked up a syringe and stepped behind her. She lifted her skirt all the way up and manuevered her panties halfway down.

Clara’s role as submissive patient made her lips throb with anticipation. Her trust fully in the hands of this man.

She felt the cold swab of the wipe on her right cheek and she clearly heard the uncapping of the needle.

She felt a sting as the needle pierced her skin and she jolted as the doctor ‘s hand deftly penetrated the needle all the way into her flesh.

She felt a jolt of burning pain as the doctor pressed the plunger quickly and retracted the syringe. The words “ouuuch” inadvertently escaped her lips.

“first one down. That wasnt so bad was it?”

“it REALLY hurt!” Clara replied.

“Apologies, we will go slower on the next one I promise”

He picked up the second syringe and made his way around to her other cheek.

Clara nestled her head in between her arms. She felt the antiseptic swab on her other cheek and heard the doctor ask her to count to 3.

At the count of 2 the doctor pierced the needle into her, noticeably slower.

The prick and slide of the needle was considerably more painful than the first shot. As promised the doctor pressed the plunger in a slower more measured manner. The pain was duller than the first vaccination but the downside was that it lasted longer. Clara’s mind was in total surrender and her body drifted between pleasure and intoxication as her clitoris throbbed strongly. She wasnt sure whether she would cry or come or experience both at the same time.

By the time she finished that thought the injection was over and the doctor reached for the final one.

“That one still hurt. Could you please go slower on this one?” Clara lied. She intended to savour every painful second of this final sharp pierce.

The doctor looked surprised but affirmed her request. He unsheathed the final needle and positioned himself behind her.

“clara? Turn your head to make sure Im doing it slow enough for you”

The surprise of this demand caught her by surprise. She duly followed his order and turned her head back to face her butt.

The doctor swabbed her left cheek and rested the point of the needle against her skin. He proceeded to push it in slowly. So slowly that she saw her skin for a dimple against the point of the needle before it finally pierced through and slowly glided inside her.

Clara’s breathing quickened from the paroxysm of pain and pleasure and as the doctor began to press the plunger she closed her eyes as her body shuddered into a deep powerful orgasm. The waves of pleasure merged with the throbs of pain as Clara fully surrendered to the experience. Wave after wave of orgasm hit her whole body as she stoically tried to mask her orgasm. Just as her orgasm was subsiding, the needle was being withdrawn.

She caught the doctor’s look as he flashed his eyes on her blushed cheeks.

He knew exactly what he was doing.