Heather looked at the notes for the last three patients before lunch. Perhaps her favorite part of the job was when the patient was prescribed a shot. For Dr Grant’s patients, an injection was often the conclusion of an appointment and Heather was all too happy to oblige. Of these remaining three, two would receive shots and the other was getting a suppository so from Heather’s perspective a perfect finish to the morning.

She knocked on the first exam room door. A young man, Tim, was seated in the chair and looked apprehensive. “Just a quick shot and you’ll be on your way,” Heather remarked cheerfully. “I need you to face the exam table,” she instructed, “and drop your pants.” He stood, undid his belt and unfastened his pants, exposing the very tops of his cheek. “No need for modesty,” Heather announced and pulled his pants and underwear down, fully exposing his bottom. She swabbed the injection site and stuck him with the syringe. She quickly depressed the plunger dumping the serum rapidly into his glute. He groaned in response to the sudden pressure and burning sensation. “All done,” she noted swabbing the site.

Her second stop was to give Annie a suppository for the fever she had presented with. When Heather entered the exam room, Annie knew what was coming. She turned and lowered her yoga pants and bent over the table and moaned softly as Heather inserted the suppository and pushed it home with her gloved finger.

Her final stop was with another younger man, Pete. He smiled when she walked into the room, almost enthusiastic about the shots he knew where coming. He climbed onto the exam table and unabashedly pushed his running pants and underwear to mid thigh. Heather could not help glancing at this partially erect penis as he lowered himself onto the table. She swabbed his right cheek and quickly pumped the small dose of TDAP vaccine in to his muscle. She then jabbed his left cheek and forced the B-12 into that glute. He hummed softly with the sensation and then rose, his erection now complete. Heather blushed at the sight and after he had pulled up his pants, escorted him to the exit.

She reminded Dr Grant that she had a quick errand to run at lunch time and left though the rear door of the clinic. She crossed to the parking garage and quickly climbed to the top level. It was mostly empty and she immediately spied Pete’s truck. He had a sunscreen in the windshield that seemed a bit odd for a covered parking garage and the windows were heavily tinted. She climbed into the back seat of the double-cab truck. Pete was sitting there expectantly, the front seats already pushed forward to give them more room. Once inside, she prompted him to raise his hips so she could pull down his pants again. A touch of her hand and he was quickly hard again. She stroked him briefly before kneeling facing away from him. He yanked down her scrubs and panties and she bent forward as he entered her. She wondered if the truck was conspicuously rocking but glanced outside and felt they were still alone. She heard him moan and then the warm flood of him cum inside her.

A few minutes later she returned to the office. As she passed by Dr Grant’s office, she called out, “Heather? You’re back soon.” Heather stopped and entered her boss’s office.

“Just a quick errand,” Heather offered.”

“Uh-huh,” Dr Grant replied suspecting her nurse’s true lunchtime activity. “Please shut the door. We need to talk about your studies.” Heather was taking several continuing education classes and the doctor paid the tuition bills. In return, Dr Grant kept a close eye on her investment and became annoyed when the student was less that fully committed their education.

“Yes, doctor,” Heather offered, expecting that ‘talk’ is hardly what Dr Grant meant.

“I’m less than pleased with your progress and you know what that means,” Dr Grant scolded extracting her sorority paddle from a cabinet behind her desk.

Heather lowered her scrubs and panties and bent over the desk. Dr Grant tapped the paddle against Heather’s bare cheeks. She noted that the crotch of her nurse’s panties were wet with pooled semen that was still leaking from the young woman’s vagina. “Count these,” she instructed.

“One!” Heather yelped as the oak plank collided with her soft bottom. Her ass was beginning to bruise by “Six!” and skin was desiccated over two dark bullseyes by “Twelve!”. Heather left the office, her bottom throbbing but feeling elated - shots, sex and spanking all before noon!