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.