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.