Amy sat waiting on the exam table. She had put on a few pounds over the holidays and was enrolled in a weight-loss program. She had been visiting the clinic every two weeks to talk with a nutritionist and, at the conclusion of the session, get two lipotropic injections. The latter part of the session was what made her nervous. She tried to understand the butterflies in her stomach - the shots didn’t really hurt all that much. She figured her unease was due to memories of her younger years when every trip to the doctor ended with Amy face down on the exam table getting a painful shot in the butt. Not only did they hurt but as a young girl, baring her bottom was intensely embarrassing. These days she did not really mind either the exposure to the nurse or the shots themselves, yet waiting for the shots she knew were coming made her anxious.

There was a soft knock on the door and, Julie, the nurse who always took her vitals upon arrival and gave the shots at the conclusion came in. “I’ve got the usual two for you,” she noted. Amy slid off the table and turned her back to Julie. She slid her running pants and panties down and bent over the table as was the custom. “Are you doing ok,” Julie asked.

“Whaddya mean,” Amy replied.

“Your butt is bruised,” Julie replied. “Looks pretty serious.”

“Oh,” Amy replied very embarrassed and blushing. It had slipped her mind that remnants for the spanking Nick had given her would still be evident. “So, my roommate and I share bill paying and other chores,” she explained. “If a payment is late or one of us doesn’t do their share of the chores on the list, the consequence is a spanking. Earlier this week, I forgot to make the rent payment and got a late fee. By house rules, I had to submit for a paddling. I tend to bruise easily so that’s why I’ve got marks.”

“As long as it’s consensual,” Julie questioned. “I just wanted to be sure you weren’t being abused.”

“Nope. I absolutely deserved it,” Amy admitted. “Frankly, I’m pretty good at taking care of my responsibilities on time. This is the first time I’ve been spanked in a long time. Nick on the other hand…Ouch!” Julie jabbed Amy’s right cheek with the first shot. “…He is always late and getting swats.”

“Hmm. Maybe he likes it,” Julie suggested. Julie and her boyfriend, Blake, certainly enjoyed spanking each other. But rather than punishment spankings theirs were all about heightening the sensations before, during or after sex. She swabbed Amy’s left cheek and quickly pumped the generous dose of vitamins into the young woman’s glute.

Amy thought about Julie’s question about Nick actually liking spankings. Amy did not mind getting spankings but certainly did not seek them out. Unlike when she was a kid, she tend to try to stay on track and avoid penalties. But, as a youngster she had never had the self-control and always seemed to be in trouble that resulted in her getting her mom’s hairbrush and/or dad’s belt applied vigorously to her bare backside. On the other hand, she truly enjoyed giving Nick spankings. It wasn’t exactly sexually arousing for her but immensely satisfying, nonetheless.

When she got back to the apartment she and Nick shared, there were several pieces of mail in the box. There were a couple of catalogs, an alumni magazine from her undergrad college and a reminder indicating their gas bill was overdue. Luckily there was a brief grace period without penalty but that was due to end tomorrow. She left the late gas bill on the kitchen table where Nick would see it. She opened a kitchen drawer and extracted the hairbrush they used exclusively for punishments and laid it atop the bill. Beside it she placed a kitchen timer that they used to time one-minute hairbrush spankings for tardiness.

She went into her room to study and a bit later heard Nick return. She figured he was out for a run and a moment later he was standing in her doorway, drenched in sweat and holding the gas bill. “I’m really sorry. I forgot about this again.”

“Go take a shower and then we’ll deal with your tardiness,” Amy scolded. She realized again how the prospect of giving a spanking elated her. From time to time thought about pursuing her spanko interests a bit more actively. She browsed a few other female disciplinarian websites thinking about whether doing something that might be both fun and add a little extra money. Her grad student stipend was adequate but hardly generous. She heard the running water turned off and retrieved the brush and timer from the kitchen. She knocked on Nick’s door.

“Come in,” he replied.

She entered the room and Nick was clad only in his boxers. Amy sat on the end of his bed and patted her thigh in the universal signal to assume the position for her spanking. Nick lowered his boxers and draped himself over Amy’s lap. Amy set the timer and placed it beside her on the bed. She began to paddle Nick’s bottom with the brush. She spanked at a fast cadence with hard strikes. As she saw the timer approaching zero, she slowed the tempo but increased the vigor, focusing the brush on his sit spots.

He stood and rubbed his bottom, his turgid penis bobbing along. “Let me help you with that,” Amy suggested, lightly stroking him. She suspected that Nick masturbated after spankings but had not actively witnessed - or participated - before. “Lay on your back,” she instructed and then sat astride his thighs and slowly stroked him. She felt his body tense just moments before his release, sending multiple streams of cum onto his stomach and chest. A rivulet had fallen on Amy’s hand and she licked her fingers clean. “Looks like you need another shower,” she suggested. She thought briefly about stripping and joining Nick in the shower but left that for another time, perhaps after he had incurred a late fee and a subsequent paddling with her sorority-style paddle.