A few weeks into my internship, I woke one morning feeling awful. I stayed home and worked a bit remotely with my laptop but also just rested and watched videos. Judy called in the early afternoon to check on me and announced she had spoken to a neighbor friend of hers, a nurse practitioner, who was going to make a house call after her usual work day.

Jane got home from her day at school a bit later and said hi, then announced she was going to her room to change clothes and do her homework. Through her desk camera I watched her undress. She teased me, stripping to her underwear and then doffing her bra before covering-up in her sweats.

Judy got home a few minutes later. She had just asked me how I was feeling when the doorbell rang. She returned a few minutes later with a stunning redhead, her nurse friend, Jessica. Jessica performed the usual exam of nose, ears and throat, announcing she suspected I had an ear infection. She had me lay face-up and palpated my stomach and abdomen, her hand slipping under the waistband of my running pants, making incidental contact with my hard-on. She took an old-fashioned thermometer from her bag and began to shake it down. “Roll over and lower your pants,” she instructed.

I sat up and protested, “Don’t you have one of those forehead scanning things.”

“Not very cooperative, is he,” Jessica said to Judy.

“I’ll fix that,” Judy declared and pulled me off the bed. She sat at the end of the bed and brusquely tugged down my running pants and hauled me over her knee. She began to spank me and I looked over at Jessica who stood watching with a satisfied look on her face. “Jane?” Judy called.

“Yes, mom?” Jane answered from her room. I was sure she was watching the action on her phone, streamed from the clandestine camera on my desk

“Get my brush,” Judy commanded. She kept spanking and I heard Jane run down the hall and then return a few moments later, barging into the room and handing her mom the brush. She looked at me and mouthed silently, ‘Sorry’, and turned to leave. “Stay here and watch what happens when you don’t cooperate with instructions from a care provider,” Judy ordered. Jane watched as her mom resumed my spanking, but now with the much more intense brush. After another couple of very painful minutes, she paused.

Jessica moved forward and said, “Just hold him like that, it’s perfect.” She inserted the thermometer in my bum and then rummaged around in her bag, extracting a large syringe and a vial of medication. “I’m going to give you a generous dose of antibiotics to fight that ear infection,” she declared. “A shot of Bicillin in your very red tush,” she added. I watched her fill the syringe with the milky fluid, the appearance reminding me of semen.

While the thermometer still peeked out between my cheeks she swabbed the right side with alcohol. Usually a wipe of alcohol was cool but on my inflamed skin, it stung like crazy. As she brought the point of the needle against my skin, I looked over at Jane who was watching with rapt attention. Jessica pushed slowly until the needle sank to its hilt in my rump and then slowly forced the viscous serum deep into my glute. The deep burning ache was a counterpoint to the residual sting of the spanking, those sensations so acute I hardly noticed her withdraw the thermometer.

Judy gave my ass a final slap and pulled up my pants. She told Jane and me, she had a dinner meeting with clients and would be back late and that we should order-in for dinner. Then, she and Jessica then walked out together. Jane went to the window and watched her mom drive away and then came back into my room. “Sorry about the brush,” she offered.

“You really didn’t have a choice,” I noted. “If you’d refused, you’d have gotten a spanking, too.”

“I kinda think that would be hot - both of us getting spanked - together,” she admitted. She looked at me and knew I was thinking about it, too. “How does it feel?” she asked. “Can I see?” I lay face down and now gladly slid my pants down. Jane traced the emerging bruises her mom’s brush had induced. Her finger prodded the injection site, and pressed down firmly and I groaned in response. “I will make it better,” she offered and prompted me to roll over.

She knelt and pulled the sweatshirt over her head liberating her awesome breasts. She bent forward and kissed the tip of my cock and then began to voraciously suck while stroking. She would pause and sandwich my erection between her boobs and pump up and down for a bit, then back to oral stimulation. After several cycles, she sensed I was on the cusp and aggressively scrubbed my cock with it pressed between her breasts until I erupted over us both. “I think we need to take a shower,” she suggested after licking-up much of my splooge.