Natasha called me at work and asked, “Are you free to play later?”

“I think that’ll work,” I replied. “I’m guessing you have a scene in mind?

“Actually, Amy called and asked if we might want to do a house call scene,” Natasha answered. “Maybe my naughty nephew is faking an illness to skip school?”

I smiled thinking about that idea and asked, “Do I need to wear or bring anything special?”

“What belt are you wearing,” she asked.

I smiled thinking about the bridle leather belt that I’d worn today. I had originally bought it specifically for warming female backsides and it had been turned on me many times, as well. “Leather,” I replied.

“Perfect,” Natasha responded, “Just come as you are. See you around six?”

When I arrived, Natasha led me into her living room where Amy was already waiting. She smiled and tipped her head towards an old-fashioned doctor’s bag and lab coat on the couch beside her. “Why don’t you go into my guest room, get yourself undressed and into bed,” Natasha suggested. “I’ll be down in a few minutes to get started.” I nodded and left the room. I heard the two women talking and laughing as I undressed, draped my clothes over a chair and got into bed. Soon the conversation ceased and a few moments later, Natasha knocked on the door and entered the room, “Why aren’t you out-of-bed and getting ready for school?”

“I’m not feeling well,” I replied. “I’m coming down with something…feeling kinda feverish.”

Natasha came over, felt my forehead and said, “Feels normal to me. I’m gonna call the doctor.”

She left the room and a few moments later, I heard the doorbell ring. I heard Amy stated rather loudly for exposition, “I was in the vicinity, so I thought I’d drop by.” I heard some more muffled conversation and then the two entered the room.

“I hear you’re feeling under the weather,” Amy began and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Sit up so I can examine you.” I pushed myself up and she made the perfunctory assessment of ears, nose, throat and such. She opened her bag and donned her stethoscope, then listened to my lungs and heart. “Ok, lay face up for me,” she instructed. I complied and she palpated my stomach and abdomen. Her hand slid under the waistband of my boxers and brushed against my erection. I glanced up and saw that both Amy and Natasha realized how this was teasing me.

“Remove those boxers down for me,” Amy instructs. I complied, my erection springing free. “Well, that part isn’t impacted by your illness,” she notes, giving my boner a few quick strokes. “Roll-over, please,” she ordered. She extracted an old-fashioned thermometer from her bag, and added a dollop of lube to the tip. She parted my cheeks and inserted the instrument. I then watched as she rummaged again in her bag and withdrew two syringes and two vials. She knew my predilection about injections, slowly filling the syringes and laying them conspicuously on the bedside table. “I’m gonna give you a couple of vitamin shots,” she announced and began to swab my left cheek with alcohol. Soon both sides were throbbing after the introduction of a copious dose of fluid deep in my glutes.

She withdrew the thermometer and announced, “Looks completely normal. Boris, I think you’re being dishonest about feeling ill. Isn’t that right?” I nodded sheepishly. “Over my knee, young man. Worrying your aunt and wasting my time has earned you a good spanking,” she announced. I moved to drape myself over her lap and she began to spank. After a minute or so she said to Natasha, “I recall you had a hairbrush that was very effective at heating this young fellow’s backside.” Natasha nodded and returned a few moments later and handed the brush to Amy who resumed the spanking but now with a much more intense tool than just her bare hand.

“Do you think he’s learned his lesson,” Amy asked her friend.

“I think I need to add an exclamation point to the message you delivered,” Natasha replied. She stacked the pillows on the center of the bed and ordered, “Boris lay across the pillows. You know the drill.” I complied, presenting my already red ass as a prime target. Natasha pulled my belt free of my pants and tapped the heavy leather strap against my bottom. I looked side to side - both women looking excited for the impending action. Then Natasha swung the belt hard six times as Amy counted and then they switched sides for another half-dozen. “Now he’s learned his lesson,” Natasha announced.

“I have one more thing,” Amy declared. “Boris, move the pillows away and lay face-up.” She then guided me to bring my feet towards my body, raising and spreading my knees. She donned a nitrile glove, added lube and inserted a finger in my rectum. “Stroke yourself,” she ordered and fingered me as I jerked off as Natasha watched intently. It did not take long to bring myself to fruition. Amy withdrew and pulled off the glove. “Look at the mess you’ve made,” she said, passing me some soft paper towels from her doctor bag.

“I have some margaritas made,” Natasha announced and headed for the door, Amy close behind her. I looked around for my abandoned boxers. “Leave those here. Join us in your birthday suit. We may decide you need some additional bottom-warming.”