One Wednesday, I woke at the usual time but felt awful. I fell back to sleep but was awakened at about eight by Judy knocking on the door. She entered and saw me still in bed, “Did you oversleep?”

“Naw, I feel terrible,” I replied.

She came over and touched my forehead, “You most certainly feel warm. I will be right back.” She returned a few moments later with an old fashioned glass thermometer. “Roll over,” she ordered and began to tug the sheets and comforter down.

“Not in my ass,” I protested. “Don’t you have one that reads my forehead.”

“Roll-over,” she scolded, “Now you’ve really provoked me.” I decided to not push my luck and rolled over and pushed my boxers down but I had already exceed her patience. She looked around and spied my belt on the floor. Doubling it in her right hand, she pressed down on my lower back and proceeded to lash my bare butt with the leather strap. After about twenty strokes, she parted my cheeks and inserted the thermometer. She took her phone from her pocket and made a call, apparently to a doctor’s office. Apparently, she was asked about fever and replied, “His forehead felt warm and he has a thermometer in his tushie right now.” She glanced at her watch then pulled the thermometer out. “One hundred point five,” she relayed. After a few more moments she ended the call. “Get dressed. You have an appointment with a nurse practitioner and you don’t want to be tardy with her,” Judy instructed.

She drove me to the clinic and then embarrassingly stayed in the exam room with me. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door and a curvy, older woman entered. “Hi, I’m Lynn,” she said. She proceeded to examine me, starting with my head and related orifices, then listened to my heart and lungs. She had the tendency to bump into me with her large breasts and I felt my cock getting stiff imagining them uncovered.

“Ok. Stand up, and lower your pants and underwear,” she instructed. She carefully examined my erect penis and testicles then had me turn and bend over. “Have you been a naughty boy?” She asked seeing the red swath on my butt, then proceeded to visually inspect my rectum.

“He needed a little persuasion earlier so I could take his temperature,” Judy replied.

“Happens all the time,” Lynn acknowledge and then added, “Lay facedown on the table.” She donned an exam glove and more deeply investigating my rectum and prostate. Finally she inserted a thermometer and peeled off the gloves. “I’m gonna give you a couple of shots that should have you back to your usual self by the time you wake up tomorrow,” she announced. I had an urge to escape but looked a Judy who shook her head ‘no’ at first as if to say, ‘Don’t do it’ and then then nodded, ‘Yes, I will spank you again.’

I watched as Lynn prepared two syringes and then administered a shot in each cheek. A few minutes later, Judy and I were in her car. My ass still stung from the strapping but now had a deep ache high on each side from the shots. “You know if you’d behave yourself, you’d find that your bottom got a lot less attention from painful items like hairbrushes and belts,” Judy suggested.