Being Neighborly

Part 3

In the days after her spanking, Mona regularly reported on the level of discomfort when sitting at work and even came over on evening and dropped her scrubs to show me the residual marks. We also continued an email thread planning the next session that was built around her vocation. I had eagerly described my fantasy involving a stern nurse and Mona admitted she had similar daydreams. For me the anticipation was overwhelming and finally I was knocking on her door to begin a session where my bare bottom would be the recipient of her discipline and medically-motivated actions.

She was dressed in her scrubs and led me to her guest room. She had borrowed a friend’s massage table to act as an exam table and had a variety of props and supplies arranged on the dresser. There were fairly mundane items like rubber gloves, a stethoscope and a scope for examining ears or noses (maybe both?). Along side those were also the more interesting objects like a conventional thermometer, several syringes and vials of injectable substances. At the very end of the collection was the hairbrush that I remembered from Rose’s spanking.

Mona had me sit on the table and began the session with the routine exam of ears, nose and throat, then listened to my heart and lungs. I think she was purposely delaying the main event to build anticipation. She set down the stethoscope and picked up the thermometer and put a dollop of lube on the bulbous end. “Okay, I need you to lay facedown and lower your pants,” she instructed.

“I feel fine and besides, thermometers in the butt are for babies and little kids,” I protested.

“There are several parts of the exam remaining that involve your bum and I need your cooperation,” she replied. “Now are you going to cooperate?”

“No!” I replied.

“Well, then you’ve forced me to take this step,” she scolded, taking a seat in a conveniently placed chair. “Come here!” she commanded, pointing to a spot at her right side. I balked and she replied, “Right now or you’re gonna make this much worse for yourself.” I pushed off the table and moved to the spot beside her. She unbuckled my belt, undid the button and zipper of my slacks and then pulled pants and boxers down in one motion. She guided me over her lap and began to spank. I was already hard and the friction against her thighs as she smacked my bottom was delicious. “I’m not sure I’m getting through to you with just my hand,” she declared and picked up the brush. It was indeed far more effective than her hand and quickly it felt like my entire bottom had been set ablaze. She finally paused and I felt her fingers poke and prod inspecting the condition of my cheeks.

She had me fully step out of my pants and climb back atop the table. She parted my cheeks and sunk the thermometer into my rectum. Waiting for the thermometer reading, she began to prepare two shots, make sure I watched as she filled the syringes - one with vitamin B complex and another with vitamin C. “You’re probably accustomed to getting vaccinations in your arm - there shots go in your heinie,” she announced and gave each cheek a hard slap. She removed the thermometer and pronounced the reading ‘normal’, then swabbed my left cheek and jabbed me with the first shot. The needle puncture was almost incident, a very minor pinch but then I felt the lovely warm pressure of the fluid being pushed into my glute. I craved shots in the butt and hoped this was something we could do very regularly. She repeated the process on the left side, leaving my cheeks stinging from the spanking and aching inside from the shots. This was nearly nirvana.

“Ok. Roll on your left side and pull your knees up towards your chest,” she instructed. I complied and felt her insert a finger of her right hand deep in my rectum. Simultaneously, her left began to stroke me. This manual action lasted a few minutes before she withdrew the finger and pulled off the gloves. “Roll over on your tummy,” she ordered and pulled my belt free of my pants. She slowly gave me ten strokes like I had done for her. “Now roll onto your back,” she instructed and resumed the handjob. I gasped in pleasure when she bent forward and kissed the head and then took me into her mouth. She continued to alternate hand and mouth until I was at the precipice and paused to watch me ejaculate onto myself. The licked my cock clean and offered me a small towel to clean-up the rest of my mess.

“What shall we do next time?” she asked. “One thing I know for sure it that I want you to cum on my well-spanked ass.”