I enter the exam room to find you sitting anxiously on the table. My medical assistant has taken your vitals and swapped your throat for the rapid response strep test.

I thumb through the chart. I've been your doctor since your were a little tike and this is your first time in the exam room by yourself. "So, ear ache and sore throat," I ask and you nod. "That's no fun." I examine your noes, throat, ears and palpate your neck lymph nodes. There's a knock at the door and the medical assistant sticks her head in. We confer briefly and she backs-out and shuts the door.

"Well, the bad news is that you have a nasty ear infection and your strep test came back positive. The good news is that we have a sure-fire fix for that. You'll be feeling much better in a jiffy."

You shift a bit nervously, expecting that the relief of pain in your ears and throat will be at the expense of a bit of discomfort in your bottom.

There's another knock at the door and my assistant hands me a tray. "Ok, young lady, I need you to get yourself facedown on the table and lower your leggings and underwear."

You reluctantly comply, pivoting on the exam table into a prone position, then reaching back to slide your leggings and panties to mid-cheek. I give them a slight tug to bare your entire bottom and then push your sweater out of the way, so you are bare from lower back to your upper thighs. I set the tray on the table and your eyes grow wide seeing that it contains two syringes.

"Two?" you ask.

"You hit the jackpot today," I quip, swabbing the target site on your right cheek and then quickly plunging the needle into your quivering cheek. You squeak slightly with the puncture and groan a bit as I slowly depress the plunger forcing the serum into your muscle. "Half-way there," I note dropping the empty syringe into the tray and swabbing the next target area on your left cheek. Unannounced, I give your left cheek a quick smack with my open hand. You quake slightly as the needle pierces your skin but are silent this time as the thick serum is forced into your glute.

"All done," I announce and you pull up your panties and leggings. You carefully dismount the table and I can't resist a discrete smirk as you rub your bottom as you exit the room.