The day of Sally’s party, I felt awful. I sent an email to work that I was under the weather and staying away. I texted Sally to say I was not feeling well and would probably miss her party.

She called back a few minutes later, “Sorry to hear you’re feeling sick. Ya know, Becka is a traveling nurse practitioner. Maybe she can drop by and check on you.”

“I’m not faking,” I countered.

“I know. Just trying to give you a little TLC,” Sally said soothingly.

About an hour later, I was watching Netflix when my door bell rang. It was Becka and she followed me back into the living room. “Too bad you’re not feeling well,” she said. “I was hoping to really blister your butt tonight.” Despite my general malaise, the thought of Becka spanking me sparked some excitement and created almost immediate stiffness. “Let’s check you out and see what’s ailing you,” she advised. She did the perfunctory check of ears, nose and throat, listened to my breathing and heart. “Ok, let’s check your temp,” she continued. She had me kneel on the sofa and pulled down my sweatpants and boxers.

“Perfect position for a spanking,” she quipped as she slid a conventional thermometer into my ass. She began to dithered it and noted my erection. “Seems like you’re actually enjoying the check-up,” she teased. After a few minutes, she withdrew the thermometer and noted I was a bit feverish. I began to pull up my boxers and she advised me to leave them as-is. “We’re not done down there yet,” she noted and opened a small cooler. She extracted two syringes pre-filled with milky white contents.

“Bicillin for your backside,” she explained and fitted long needles to each. “This is contrary to everything you’ve ever heard but I think you’re a bit of S and M kinda guy so tense your butt cheeks as tight as you can,” she instructed. I complied and felt the cold alcohol, then the sting of the needle piercing my skin. Deep in my glute, I felt the growing warm pressure as the serum was forced into my taut muscle. She repeated the process on the other cheek and I began to pull up my pants.

“Still not finished,” she scolded, then drew a hairbrush from her bag and began to paddle my bare bottom. When she was satisfied with the warmth and color of my cheeks, she had me lay face up on the sofa and began to gently stroke me. “You’ve been a good boy and deserve a treat but I didn’t bring any lollypops,” she teased and her hand worked me to a quick release, most of the results landing on me.

She licked her fingers clean and I was a bit breathless, pausing to respond. Oddly I did feel a bit better and the handjob had sparked my mood. “You’re a very naughty nurse and perhaps deserve bit of your own medicine,” I threatened.

“Promises, promises,” she teased collecting her gear. I grabbed her hand and pulled her close but she showed only mock resistance. I jerked down her scrubs and she fell across my knee, presenting a most wonderful target. I began to spank her taut cheeks as she squirmed and wriggled.