A few weeks after the first episode, Kara called me mid-day on a Wednesday. She asked if I could check-in on Sue who apparently wasn’t feeling well. I expect that Sue was suffering from over indulgence vs a real illness but kept that to myself. Independently, Kara offered that if I found that Sue was playing hooky, I should administer my ‘usual treatment’ for pretenders. One of our favorite themes for role play themes was something medical. More than once, the recipient’s role was that of someone faking illness with the other playing parent or other authority figure.

When I got home, I texted Sue, ‘Your mom’s concerned about you and asked me to check-in.’

She replied, ‘Yeah. Not feeling great. Been in bed most of the day.’

‘Ok if I come by?’ I asked.

‘K,’ she agreed.

‘Stay in bed. I’ll let myself in,’ I concluded. I found the little bag I had often used with Kara for ‘playing doctor’. It still held an old-fashioned rectal thermometer, a tube of lube and several alcohol wipes. I added a few syringes and grabbed B-12 and sterile water vials from the fridge. I walked to the guest house and found Sue in bed. “Do you feel feverish,” I asked.

“Not sure,” Sue replied.

“Ok, let’s check that first,” I announced. “Roll face down and lower your pjs.”

“You don’t have one those forehead scanning things?” she asked but was preparing herself anyhow.

“I do, but this tends to be more accurate and certainly more fun…for us both,” I answered, applying a dollop of lube to the bulbous tip. I parted her cheeks and sank the thermometer into her bum. She cooed as it went in. “I somehow think you over-consumed Cabernet rather than actually being sick,” I asserted.

“You may be right,” Sue answered with a sly grin.

“Gonna give you a treatment that should give you immediate results,” I replied, extracting the vials and syringes from my bag.

“Shots?” she asked with a bit of trepidation.

“Yep, one in each cheek,” I acknowledged, filling each syringe. I swabbed her right cheek and stuck her with the B-12 shot emptying it quickly into her glute. She groaned softly and then more loudly as I repeated the process but with chilled, sterile water in to her left side. I pulled out the thermometer and saw a normal reading. “Seems like you have normal core temperature but gonna elevate the heat in your bum for good measure,” I announced and stacked two pillows beside her. “Lay over these.” She positioned herself and I unbuckled my belt. I gave her bare ass twelve hard strokes leaving a bright red swath across both cheeks.

“Ouch,” she admitted, touching a welt with a finger while examining her bottom in a mirror.

“We’re not finished yet,” I noted. “Go take a quick shower. Three minutes tops. Don’t bother drying off. Come back directly and bring the bath brush.” She realized my intent, a nude spanking with bath brush against her wet bottom. I wasn’t sure if the look she had was excitement or anxiety. I set the timer on my watch, “Wasting time,” I added. She hurried into the bathroom and I heard the shower running. Quickly she was back before me, dripping and holding the bath brush for me. I took it and told her to bend over. I reset the timer for two minutes and began to paddle her wet bottom. When the timer chimed, she was sobbing softly and her ass was a dried, very warm and very red. “I hope I’ve given you something to think about if you feel like faking illness again,” I scolded.

She was hopping about trying to rub the sting from her bottom. I watched with rapt interest as she pranced and gyrated while still completely bare, all the right parts swaying and bouncing. “If there’s a next time, any chance I might persuade you to accept another form of penance instead?”

“I’m open minded about such things,” I replied testing her and seeing if she might be less obtuse about her intentions. “Perhaps you should provide an example of this alternative penance.”

“Mmm,” she pondered and came close. She pressed her hand against my crotch. “I was thinking that maybe some manual labor that might suffice.”