Infinite

It was time for my annual checkup that lately seemed rather perfunctory. Unless I cited a particular issue, exams had become a bit superficial. In this instance, a nurse took my vitals and then working through a general health and lifestyle questionnaire. She had introduced herself as Sarah - an attractive woman in her forties or maybe early fifties. She came to a question that gave me pause, “Have you recently engaged in unprotected, casual sex?”

I considered the truthful answer and wondered whether to fib or be truthful yet circumspect, “How recent and what’s considered ‘casual’?” I countered.

“Let’s say the last three months and a new partner. Not an ongoing relationship,” she clarified.

I wanted to remain discrete but figured being truthful but anonymous about the hook-up would be the best path. “Yeah, I have. Someone I met coincidentally at a conference a few weeks ago,” I replied. I felt a little stirring of arousal remembering the event.

“Ok. I need to have the doctor review your questionnaire. We’ll be back in just a few minutes,” Sarah explained and left the exam room.

The rekindling of the memory about seeing a familiar face at the conference hotel, the drinks and dinner that followed and the lovely night together completed the stirrings that had begun with Sarah’s question. I was now fully hard and a bit embarrassed that if Sarah returned any time soon it would be impossible to disguise the situation.

At the time, I was unaware of the conversation down the hall between Sarah and Dr Scott. Sarah summarized most of my responses as normal but drew the doctor’s attention to my answer to the casual sex question. Dr Scott might have blushed and faltered slightly, but recovered quickly with instructions to Sarah, “Prepare the usual meds and then go fetch Rosy from my purse. Come get me when you’re ready and well go in together.” A few minutes later, Sarah returned. Dr Scott was typing some notes into a workstation and asked, “All ready?” Sarah pulled the fronts of pockets on her scrub top to show her boss the contents. “Perfect,” the doctor replied and led the way down the hall and into the exam room.

I had begun to wonder what was taking so long when the door opened with Dr Scott in the lead and Sarah right behind her. The one positive about the wait was that my boner had somewhat subsided. I was sitting in one of two straight-backed chairs beside the rooms’ built-in desk. Dr Scott pulled the second in the center of the room’s remaining open space and sat down. She had a very serious look on her face but then discretely gave me a wink.

I was now totally puzzled about what was unfolding as she started to speak. “We’re taking unprotected casual sex very seriously these days,” she began. “We’re going to administer a thorough exam and treat you prophylactically for infections.” She tilted her head towards Sarah who extracted three syringes from her pocket and laid them on the desk. One was filled with an amber fluid while the two others looked like they were full of milk. The sheaths gave away that the needles they covered were quite long and I was certain the shots were intended for my tush.

“But first,” Dr Scott continued, “we’re going to address your reckless behavior.” She looked to Sarah who reached into her other pocket and withdrew a wooden hairbrush. The brush had a reddish hue - I figured it was crafted from mahogany. I was anticipating Dr Scott’s intended usage that she confirmed, “I’ve named this brush Rosy and I’m gonna paddle your bare bottom until its well-heated and the color of the brush.” Again, she discretely winked at me and commanded, “Bare your tushie and get over my knee.” The erection that had waned during the wait was at full strength again, as I unfastened my slacks, then lowering them and my boxers. I lowered myself over the doctor’s lap and immediately she began to spank my bare ass. The brush imparted a severe sting and soon my cheeks felt like I had backed into red hot stove. Eventually, Dr Scott paused to inspect the results and then ordered, “Stand up.”

I rose and stood before her. Sarah pulled a rolling stool close and sat down, then the pair pulled on gloves and carefully inspected my penis and scrotum. Even though the intent was very clinical, it was difficult to not perceive the act as fondling. “Bend over the exam table,” the doctor instructed. I turned and shuffled to the table. One, then the other, conducted a deep, lengthy rectal exam. “Everything down there seems in-order,” Dr Scott announced.

I began to stand but Sarah pressed on my lower back and instructed, “Stay put for a bit.” I looked over my shoulder and she picked up the brush and tapped it against my already sore derrière. She began to paddle with a fervor even more intense than her boss. When my ass was fully reheated and - I’m sure - matched the hue of the brush she stopped. “Ok. Climb up and lay facedown on the table,” she instructed giving my seared cheeks a few sharp smacks with her bare hand. I obeyed and saw Sarah shaking down an old-fashioned thermometer. I then felt her part my cheeks and insert it. “We’ll let that stabilize while we give you your shots,” she added, opening an alcohol swab and cleaning a spot on my right cheek. I looked back and she had the amber-filled syringe in her hand. I felt the needle against my skin, the penetration and then the growing ache as the fluid was forced deep in my glute.

Sarah gave the site a sharp slap, seeming to enjoy herself. “We’re going to give you the next pair together,” Dr Scott announced. They swabbed their respective cheeks and the doctor counted, “One, two,…” and they jabbed me in sync. Now heat, pressure and ache grew in both cheeks, depressing the plungers very slowly, the sensations building for what seemed an eternity. Even after the syringes were dropped in the sharps bin, both cheeks throbbed and I expected the feeling would last for quite a while.

Sarah withdrew the thermometer, noted a normal reading and wiped it clean. Sarah then handed her boss the brush and Dr Scott dropped it in her own lab coat pocket. Sarah looked at me with a sly smile and then left the room.

“So, did you get spankings and shots?” I asked.

Dr Scott blushed deeply, paused and then answered, “I figured you were pretty clean but I did test myself. I couldn’t very well tell Sarah that we weren’t gonna treat you with the usual protocol because your exposure had been me. Admit it - you loved it!”

“It was fun,” I replied. “Seems like for that lack of candor, I should be giving you a good paddling. A bit of your own medicine.” I reached into the pocket to retrieve the brush.

She reached down and gently held my wrist, “Happy to have you spank me but not here or at least not now. Come back at the end of the day and you can have your way with my bottom.”

“Ok, but one last thing before I let you go now,” I countered. She cocked her head inquisitively. “You forgot to collect a semen sample,” I declared and then added, “Bend over the table.” She smiled knowingly and complied. I lifted the tail of her lab coat to expose her round, scrub-clad bottom. I quickly tugged down her scrubs and panties and entered her. I lasted longer than expected and wondered if Sarah was listening outside the door. Would the slapping sound of my pelvis against her boss’ ass cheeks be audible in the hall? Soon, I felt myself approaching apex and then emptied inside her. I pulled out and watched as creamy cum leaked out of her. She reached down pulled up her panties. “Leave the mess for later,” I suggested as I pulled up my pants.

“See you in a while,” she said, giving me a deep kiss.

“Definitively,” I replied, giving her left breast and right ass cheek a good squeeze.

I was irritated that now international travel for work required a visit to a medical clinic contracted by the company. At least if I were at the office of my usual primary-care doctor, I might have even gotten her to sign-off without the inconvenience of an actual appointment.

I sat in the unfamiliar waiting room until a very cute young nurse called my name. I followed her back to an exam room. “I’m Stephanie, your nurse today,” she began. I handed her some paperwork the scheduler had emailed to me. I could not help appreciating Stephanie’s obviously wonderful form underneath the scrubs she wore. She looked over my documents and then added, “The doctor has ordered a complete exam, so let’s get you undressed and take a few vitals before she arrives.”

She began to unbutton my shirt and I found it odd that a nonromantic partner was undressing me. I took hold of her wrists in protest, “You’ll find this goes a lot better if you comply,” Stephanie noted, freeing her wrists from my grip. “I have the doctor’s authority to discipline you as I see fit if you disobey or balk.” I continued to block her attempts to open and remove my shirt. “Ok, we can do this the hard way,” she replied, pulling a chair away from the wall. She took a seat and pulled me by my waist band to her right side. “You’ve earned yourself a trip over my knee, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll accept your spanking without any more trouble.” She began to unbuckle my belt and I could not help myself, pushing her hands away.

The only instance as an adult where a woman and opened my pants was the prelude to sex and Stephanie’s intent was not amourous. “Stop that, mister, you’re trying my patience and just escalated your punishment.” I ceased my opposition and she quickly had my pants open and down, she tugged my boxers free, as well, letting my quite stiff erection bounce free. She guided me over her lap and reached over to the cabinet, opened a drawer and extracted a hairbrush. She spent about two minutes searing my bare ass with the brush before prompting me to stand, then step out of my pants and underwear.

She finished removing my shirt and ordered me to bend the exam table. I watched as she retrieved an old-fashioned glass thermometer from another drawer and added a dab of lube to the tip. I felt her part my cheeks and push the intruder into my ass. Her left hand was on the small of my back while the right dithered and rotated the thermometer. “There, that’s not so bad, is it?” she asked. “Certainly not worth getting spanked over, right?”

There was a knock on the door and in strode a very attractive tall woman. “Hi, I’m Doctor Gillian,” she said, oblivious to the passersby in the hallway having a free look at my bare ass as Stephanie twiddled the thermometer. I had to think the sexuality the doctor oozed was intentional. A cream blouse unbuttoned to reveal bit of cleavage and a black lacey bra. A tight pencil skirt, moderately tall heals and a stethoscope around her neck completed the outfit. She saw my red cheeks, “So, an uncooperative patient?”

“Yes, doctor,” Stephanie replied. “I needed to apply a little persuasion to get him to cooperate.”

“Well, that’s too bad,” Dr Gillian noted. She bent over to pick-up my belt from the pile of my clothes on the chair. Again, the move must have been intentional, providing me with a jaw-dropping view down her blouse. “I expect before we’re done, we’ll need bit more encouragement to gain his cooperation.”

“Slightly elevated,” Stephanie announced. “Perhaps fighting an infection?”

“Likely,” Dr Gillian agreed. “Add a dose of antibiotics to the list of his medications.” Stephanie took a pad from a pocket and jotted down a note.

I was puzzled, ‘Medications?’ As preparation for travel?

“Ok, need you to stay in that same position and just relax,” Dr Gillian advised. She snapped a glove on her right hand and Stephanie added some lube to her fingers. I felt one finger enter me, then two and then it felt like her whole fist was up my ass. I groaned in discomfort. “Relax,” she repeated. After what seemed like an eternity, she withdrew and pulled off the glove. “Ok, one more procedure, then your meds and we’ll be done,” Dr Gillian announced. She turned to Stephanie, “Do you want to induce or collect?”

“Induce, this time,” Stephanie answered.

“Ok,” Dr Gillian replied and retrieved a cup from the cabinet.

“Induce what?” I asked.

“We need to collect a semen sample,” the nurse responded.

“What? For a pre-trip check-up?” I protested and began to stand.

“I thought he might be obstinate,” Dr Gillian noted, then ordered, “Bend over the table like you were, or it’s gonna go from bad to worse for you.” I acquiesced and the doctor took my belt, doubled it over in her fist and began to stroke my bare ass with the heavy leather strap. Soon I was on the verge of tears from the pain. “Are you going to cooperate and obey,” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.

“Good, then climb onto the table and lay face up,” Nurse Stephanie instructed. I did as she ordered and she began to stroke me. I had become a bit flaccid with the protest and subsequent whipping. I was puzzled because even the topic of spanking usually caused an immediate and turgid response.

“He may need some visual feedback,” Dr Gillian suggested.

“Probably,” Stephanie agreed. She paused and pulled her scrub top up, then freed both breasts from her bra. She resumed her manual labor. The doctor was right, the sight of Stephanie’s pert breasts caused a resurgence of stiffness.

“Looks like it’s working,” Dr Gillian noted. She set down the cup and unbuttoned her own blouse and unfastened the front closure of her bra, letting her generous breasts free to sway. “It’s ok. You can touch them if you want,” she allowed. I fondled both, wishing it was her laying on the table as my erection worked between them. I felt the tide rising and she must have sensed the change, too, moving the cup into position and then catching the majority of my release in the vessel. “Good job, nurse,” she offered, closing her bra and re-buttoning her blouse. “Get his meds ready,” she added, then looked to me. “Turn over. You’re due a few shots.” I must have looked puzzled. “They go in your heinie,” she explained.

I watched as the nurse filled four syringes - two rather small but two quite sizable. All had long needles to deposit the serum deep in my muscle. Stephanie handed on of the small syringes to the doctor who swabbed a patch on my left cheek and sunk the needle. Stephanie was almost in sync with the second smaller shot on the right side. I felt very little, aside from the slight twinge of the needle piercing the skin. “Ok, you’re gonna feel these two,” the nurse warned as the pair each swabbed their respective cheeks with alcohol. Stephanie counted, “One, two…” and both jabbed my ass. They slowly pushed the plungers and I felt the warm, burning pressure build in intensity as the medication was forced into my glute.

The doctor gave my ass a hard slap. I now had a deep ache from the shots and the surface throbbed from the spankings. “Perhaps, we need to finish with another good spanking to remind you to behave yourself and obey your caregiver’s instructions,” she suggested.

“I’ll accept another spanking if in exchange you collect another semen sample…this time orally,” I bargained.

“You’re hardly in the position to negotiate,” Dr Gillian replied, “But we’ll accept your terms. I think it’s a procedure that your nurse needs to practice.” From the look on Stephanie’s face, I could tell that blowjobs were not something she enjoyed. “Over my knee, mister,” the doctor ordered and began to spank me with the hairbrush. After a brisk rewarming she traded places with Stephanie and it seemed that she was making my ass pay for her boss’s suggestion she needed practice at performing oral sex. “Ok,” Dr Gillian finally declared, prompting me to stand and Stephanie to kneel. Stephanie reluctantly began to stroke and lick my cock.

Dr Gillian grew impatient at her underling’s tepid approach. “Go after it with some gusto, girl,” she coached, then sunk to her knees, too. “Like this,” she offered taking control for a moment and demonstrating what I saw as masterful technique. “Now you try,” she ordered. Stephanie resumed with a more intensive approach. The two tag-teamed me for several minutes of coaching and practice until Dr Gillian instructed her pupil, “Finish him.” Stephane stroked and sucked with newfound enthusiasm and I quickly emptied a generous release into her mouth. She sputtered a bit but spilled none, swallowing with confidence but maybe not pleasure. Dr Gillian glanced at her watch and moaned, “Argh, I’m late for a meeting. We’ll have to do this again very soon.”

As I dressed, Stephanie jotted some notes on a pad, pulled off the page and handed it to me before departing. The sheet was from a prescription pad but not for any medication available from my pharmacist. Her note read, ‘You’ve cum in my hand and mouth. Two other holes need filling.’ She had drawn a line through the clinic number preprinted on the pad and written in another, presumably hers. I needed some time to recover but this was a post-appointment therapy I would gladly bring to fruition.

When I was in sixth or seventh grade, my parents had to leave town suddenly. I think it involved a sick relative. They asked my usual babysitter, Rhonda, to care for me for a few days. Just before they were to leave, my mom remembered I had a routine check-up scheduled the next day and was about to call and reschedule but Rhonda said she would take me and not to worry.

The next day, Rhonda was to pick me up after school and take me to the doctor’s office. All day, I fretted over the upcoming check-up. Invariably, some aspect of a visit to the doctor involved exposure that was bad enough when it was my mom in the exam room. Rhonda was only a few years older than me but distinctly more ‘grown up’. To be honest, I had a bit of a crush on her. She was pretty and, compared to my female contemporaries, quite shapely. I was most enamored with her breasts and wanted so much to see and feel them.

I sat nervously in the waiting room, hoping that this check-up would be innocuous or perhaps Rhonda might remain in the waiting room. When my name was called, Rhonda stood, too. I paused and she said, “Let’s go,” and followed me back to the exam room. A few minutes later, a young woman entered the room and introduced herself as Kim. She was a nurse practitioner and would be conducting my exam instead of Dr Knox, a genial old fellow who was my regular pediatrician. She began with the usual inspection of eyes, nose, throat and ears. “Looks like you might have an ear infection,” she noted. After listening to my lungs and heart, she had me lay face-up on the table. She palpated by stomach and then my abdomen, her hand sliding inside my underwear. I felt a stirring of arousal with a female hand so close to my adolescent penis.

“Ok, I need to to roll-over on your tummy and lower your pants,” she instructed, picking up a thermometer from a tray. She added a glob of clear goop from a tube to the bulbous end and I knew she intended to shove the instrument in my rectum.

“No!” I protested. “Don’t want that in my butt!”

“I need you to cooperate,” Kim replied. “This isn’t the only thing going in your bottom.” My heart sunk, she meant I was getting shots, too. “You’re due two booster shots and that ear infection needs some antibiotics.” I grabbed my belt and refused to comply. “Can you help me out,” Kim asked of Rhonda.

“You better cooperate, mister,” Rhonda scolded. “Get those pants down or else.”

“Or else, what?” I objected.

“Or I’m gonna do it for you and give you a good spanking, as well,” Rhonda countered. I didn’t budge thinking Rhonda was bluffing. She brusquely pulled me from the exam table, quickly yanked down my pants and pulled me over her knee. She began to spank me really hard and scold me. My ass was on fire when she released me and prompted me back onto the table, this time face-down as instructed.

Kim parted my seared cheeks and inserted the thermometer. She then began to prepare the syringes, I think deliberately conspicuously to accentuate my anxiety and embarrassment. She pulled out the thermometer and set it aside. I looked over at Rhonda and her expression was a mix of satisfaction and enjoyment, as Kim swabbed my ass cheek and sunk the first syringe into my left glute. Both boosters went in that same cheek and then she moved around the table. My butt stung from the spanking but the left side now ached from the two shots. “This one’s gonna hurt a bit,” she warned and then stuck me with the antibiotics. I did not feel too much, at first, but then a deep, intense burning pressure grew and grew. She patted by butt and said I could cover-up.

The ride home was quiet but torture for my bottom. As we pulled into our neighborhood, Rhonda broke the silence, “I have a good mind to give you another spanking for behaving like that.” I was instantly hard and actually hoping she would follow-thorough. Inside, the continued to scold me on misbehaving and again undid my pants, this time pulling my belt free. She bent me over and strapped my already well-spanked ass initiating what now realize was the beginning of a long obsession about female attention to my tushle.

Other persistent fantasies involve role-play spankings of multiple miscreants. This is one flavor of those.

My friends, J and K, had eagerly agreed my suggested scene of them as a pair of college coeds whose professor - me - had caught them cheating during an exam. They now sat in two straight visitor chairs in front of my desk. “You two have violated the honor code and have given me little choice but to report you to the dean,” I scold.

“Please, sir! Isn’t there another way?” J pleads.

I look at their faces, trying to appear as contrite schoolgirls but belying their enthusiasm for the spanking they know is pending. “If you agree to corporal punishment instead, I could forego reporting your behavior. Will you accept a spanking,” I propose. Both girls nod their head in agreement. “I need to hear you accept a spanking,” I demand.

“Yes, sir. Please spank us,” they reply in unison.

The women are both clad in t-shirts and jeans - our agreed-upon collegiate outfit for today. Their attire is similar but their shapes are disparate. J is tall and curvaceous. She and I have been friends for years and K is J’s new friend and this is our first spanking session. K is short and very slender, almost waif like. “Both of you, remove your pants and panties,” I order. The two undress, K a bit hesitantly. J has presented her bare bottom to me many times and is not shy about exposure.

I turn a chair away from the desk and take a seat. “You’re first,” I say looking to J and she quickly puts herself over my knee. I spend a good five minutes covering her generous, soft bottom with swats until it is sufficiently warm and pink. The two switch places and I give K’s smaller, more taut ass a thorough spanking, as well. “Fetch the bottom burner,” I say looking at J. She knows which credenza drawer holds several spanking implements and retrieves a favorite of mine - a small cheek-to-cheek paddle I had crafted from oak. “Back over my knee, missy,” I order and she switches places with her friend. K watches anxiously as I wallop J’s bottom with the paddle, knowing that soon she will be the recipient. When it is her turn, K slowly approaches and then accepts her fate. She is initially still but soon is bucking and writhing. The discomfort is overcoming her tendency towards modesty, her legs no longer pinned together but now flailing and exposing her girl parts.

I pause and gently rub and massage K’s seared bottom before prompting her to stand. “One final component,” I announce and retrieve my school-principal-style paddle. J instinctively adopts the position for a school-themed paddling from me, bent over the desk, tightly gripping the opposite edge. I slowly apply six hard swats to her generous tush before looking to K. She reluctantly switches places with her friend. She flinches when I tap the oak board against her very sore cheeks and cries out loudly upon the first impact. By six, she is sobbing softly and when she rises, a tear runs down her cheek. She approaches me and softly says, “Thank you,” and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Approaching me that closely, it is certain she felt the prominent bulge in my pants. It takes every bit of resolve to not proposition the two for something even naughtier - and more messy - than pretending to cheat on a test.