Katy fidgeted as she sat waiting on the exam table in the clinic. The nurse practitioner had left to check results of the rapid strep test she had collected from Katy. Katy shifted on the table and listened intently to the crinkle of the paper covering. That sound brought back so many memories - most of trips to the pediatrician, Dr Shaw, when she was a kid. Even through high school, regular check-ups or illness meant a trip to see Dr Shaw. He was genial fellow but still, as a child through adolescence, visits to the doctor were generally not that pleasant.

In that era, it seemed like any visit concluded with Katy getting a shot - always in her bottom. As a youngster, they really hurt and she remembered during grade school years simply trying not to cry. Later on, as her body matured, laying facedown, with her bottom bare was plain embarrassing. The shots still hurt but the exposure was more uncomfortable. Remembering the shots caused her to recall the other unpleasant action that always occurred - getting her temperature taken rectally. Even though there were faster, more convenient and less embarrassing ways to get a patient’s temperature, Dr Shaw and his staff insisted on core temperature obtained rectally.

Katy remembered one particularly jolting experience. She was maybe fifteen and had been fighting a cold. The nurse had her pull down her stretch pants and panties, then lay facedown. The nurse had inserted the thermometer and was waiting for it to stabilize when the door opened and Dr Shaw walked in. Katy looked over her shoulder at the open door and behind the doctor, Rick, a class mate of hers, walked by with a full view of her bare ass with a thermometer poking out. At least, if he were a patient here she hoped he would experience the same embarrassing act and maybe not circulate his observation to the entire sophomore class.

Adult Katy waited and was growing impatient when there was a soft knock at the door. The nurse returned and was accompanied by a young fellow. “This is Justin,” the nurse explained. “He is a medical assistant in training and will be helping with the rest of your visit. If that’s ok?” Katy nodded and shrugged her agreement. “Ok, your strep test came back positive. The best option, I feel, is a course of antibiotics. Are you ok with that?” Again Katy nodded in agreement. The nurse reached into the pocket of her smock and added, “I figured you’d be good with that.” She extracted two syringes, both full of a milky white substance. The needles were covered but if the length of the covers were any indication, the needles were quite long - not the short, little things used for flu shots and such.

Katy was wearing a cardigan over a tank-top. She opened the sweater and pulled it down, exposing both arms. “These aren’t meant for your arms, hon, they’re given in your tushie,” the nurse noted with a smile. “We need you to lower your pants and lay facedown on the table.” Katy turned and knelt on the table, shrugging her stretch pants and panties to mid-glute. “All the way down, dear. Show us all of both cheeks.” Katy adjusted her pants lower and the laid herself facedown. Justin was getting a good show.

He was looking at her chart, trying not to stare at her round bottom. “Have you got a core temp, yet,” he asked.

“You know, we haven’t,” the nurse replied. “What don’t you do that first and then give her the shots.”

Justin pulled a glass thermometer from his own pocket, added a dollop of lube to the tip and sank it into Katy’s rectum. He swabbed the right cheek and asked the nurse to check his target, the angle of the needle and how slowly to introduce the medication. Once he had all the particulars, he noted, “A little stick…” and plunged the first syringe into Katy’s glute. She had tensed her buttocks right before his remark and she felt that glorious, warm ache of serum being forced into her taut muscle. He rounded the table and repeated the act on her left side. Withdrawing the thermometer, he noted a slightly elevated temperature and typed this into her file.

A few minutes later, Katy was driving home, both cheeks warm and throbbing. ‘If only I could get somebody to spank me, it would be a perfect day,’ she thought.