Beverly and I had planned to meet for drinks and dinner on Friday, but I woke that day feeling poorly. My ear had felt ‘off’ for a few days and really ached now. I texted Beverly that I needed to reschedule our night-out and she reminded me that her cousin, Misty, was a nurse practitioner. That last time I’d seen Misty, she was giving me a stupendous blowjob after bargaining that in lieu of the spanking she and Beverly had earned by sneaking a swim in Mona’s pool - and smoking weed afterwards. Beverly texted me a few minutes later saying Misty could see me at the end of the day - after finishing with her regularly scheduled appointments.

I arrived and the clinic seemed almost deserted. A medical assistant, Sherry, checked me in and then led me to an exam room. I sat in the chair for a few minutes before there was a knock on the door and Misty entered. We chatted briefly about our previous encounter and she noted that her butt had remained sore and bruised for almost a week afterwards. The conversation then turned to the reason for my visit. She did the usual exam of eyes, nose, throat and ears, concluding that it looked like I had an ear infection.

“I’ll get you fixed up in a jiffy,” she declared almost too cheerfully. “Lay face down on the table,” she instructed, “…and lower your pants and underwear.”

“For an ear infection?” I asked curiously.

“I have a few procedures to address your infected ear and all involve your tushie,” she said with a smile. “Seems indirect, but it’s what you need to get better.”

I was curious what she might have in mind, and the discussion had led to some initial arousal. I stood and unfastened my belt and pushed my slacks and boxers to mid-thigh then climbed back onto the table, laying facedown as instructed. Despite her previous interaction with my cock, I was a bit shy about this exposure, particularly since it was stiffening with no overt stimulus. She shook-down an old-fashioned thermometer, parted my cheeks and sank it deeply into my butt hole. “We’ll let that equilibrate for a few minutes. I will be right back,” she announced.

She was gone only briefly and returned with a tray that she sat on the counter beside the table, positioning it seemingly for my visual benefit. Inside was a large syringe with a long needle, a vial of milky white medication, a pair of gloves, a wrapped suppository and a wooden ruler. The ruler caught my eye as both unrelated to the other items and that it seemed to be a throwback to when rulers were crafted from hardwoods. “What’s the ruler for,” I asked quizzically.

“Well, your infection if fairly advance so it seems like you’ve neglected to seek care when it was a smaller issue and now it’s kinda serious,” Misty replied. “Beverly and I decided I should give you a good spanking to remind you to take better care of yourself,” she added. As she talked, she filled the syringe with medication and set it back in the tray. She withdrew the thermometer and had me set a three minute timer on my phone. She began to paddle my bare cheeks with the surprisingly stingy ruler. When my cheeks felt like they were sizzling and the timer chime sounds, she paused, swabbed my freshly spanked left cheek with alcohol increasing the sting immeasurably and then sank the needle into my rump. Slowly, I felt deep warm ache of antibiotics being forced into my muscle grow causing me to moan in true discomfort. She swabbed the injection site again with alcohol. She snapped on the gloves and pushed the suppository deep into my rectum.

“You can stand up,” she finally instructed. The surface of my bottom stung like it was ablaze and my left cheek throbbed like that from a deep muscle spasm. I began to pull-up my pants and she blocked my hand. “One more piece of business down there,” she explained. “I need to collect a semen sample.” She dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. The pleasure created by her lips, tongue and teeth distracted me from the discomfort in my tush. She felt me whole body tense in anticipation, sealing her lips around my cock and collecting every drop released. She smiled and opened her mouth to show the milky white pool - oddly similar in appearance to the medication she had pushed into my glute - and then swallowed.

“I’m gonna come by tomorrow to check on you. Behave yourself and get some rest,” she said, giving my bottom a playful swat as I left the exam room.