I was not feeling well and had stayed home from school. My mom called at mid-morning to check on me. “I called the clinic and you have an appointment at one. Mrs Collins is gonna drop-by and take you,” she said. I groaned - staying home was like a free holiday but going to the doctor never was any fun. Mrs Collins was our neighbor - an older woman - who had babysat my sisters and I countless times. She was always nice to us but that did not help my dread about the impending visit to the doctor. I already expected something embarrassing or painful - or both - to wreck the generally satisfying day of watching tv that I had anticipated.

Mrs Collins arrived a bit after noon and looked me over. “You do not look like you’re feeling well,” she noted, then added, “I think we need to check if you have a fever.” She opened the bag she had brought along and pulled out a cylindrical case. From it, she extracted a thermometer, then looked to me and said, “Lay facedown and lower your pajamas.”

“No!” I protested. She slowly put the thermometer back into its case and set it down beside her. She was sitting on my left side and quicker than I ever expected, she pulled me over her lap and yanked down my pajama bottoms. She reached back into her bag, withdrew hairbrush and began to paddle my bare bottom. It was not just a few swats to respond to my objection but a long, sustained spanking. My ass was ablaze when she paused. Almost immediately, I felt an intruder at my rectum and the thermometer was inside me. She dithered and twisted the instrument for what seemed to be an eternity. She read the results and noted, “Yup, you’re running a little warm. Go get dressed and don’t dilly-dally or you’ll earn another trip over my knee.”

Soon, I was sitting on the exam table while a nurse practitioner looked me over. Mrs Collins stood back but had her bag that contained her wicked brush in-hand. The nurse swabbed my throat for a strep test and had, Christina, a medical assistant take the sample to run the test. The nurse looked at Mrs Collins, “You took his temp at home but we repeat it now, too.” I began to protest but Mrs Collins shook her head slightly as if to warn that any objection would result in another paddling. “Lay face down, young man,” the nurse instructed. “Show me your bum.” I reluctantly turned and lay down on the table, then shrugged my jeans and boxers to mid-thigh. She slipped a thermometer into my ass and left it there to equilibrate observing, “Somebody’s been a naughty and got their bum spanked.”

“We had a bit of a difference of opinion earlier,” Mrs Collins replied.

The nurse turned to Mrs Collins and said, “I’m going to go check on the test results. I will have Christina come finish-up and bring any meds, if necessary.” I was focused on the embarrassment of having a thermometer sticking up like a flagpole - for the second time today - to pay much attention.

A few minutes later, Christina returned. “The strep test was positive,” she said, then pulled the thermometer out and read it, adding, “…and you’ve got a bit of a fever. Gonna get you fixed up and feeling better.” She gave my bare bottom a pat and pulled two syringes from the pocket of her smock.

I instantly knew that these were destined to be stuck in my tush and yelled, “No shots!”

I slid off the table but was quickly blocked and turned around by Mrs Collins. Bending me over the exam table she already had the brush out and began to paddle my bare ass again. After a solid minute of swats, she paused and still holding my torso against the tabletop, Mrs Collin warned, “Hold still while she gives you shots.” I felt the cool of alcohol on my right cheek, then the sharp needle pierce the skin and the warm ache of the medication being forced deep into my glute. Christina then repeated the process on the left side.

She took the brush from Mrs Collins and turned it in her hand, “Gotta get me one of these,” she noted and then gave my bare, stinging, aching left cheek five hard swats and then a volley to the right.

Once in the car, Mrs Collins scolded, “What a scene you made today. I have a good mind to give you another very long hard paddling once I get you home. Don’t tempt me, young man!"