Mary mentioned that her friend, Julie, was coming to town and was game to play together, if I was.

“I don’t actually mind you told her about us but maybe you should have asked beforehand,” I chided.

“Sorry, I was excited about her visit and didn’t think you’d mind,” Mary replied. “I’ll willing to accept the consequences of my behavior.”

“If we do play together, I’m thinking I should be giving you both a good spanking,” I suggested.

Mary’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Sure, but I had a surprise idea to get us started. Can we do mine first?” I nodded my assent. “I don’t want to give too much away but the premise is you’re my nephew and are faking being sick to stay home from school.”

I was excited by the idea and arrived at Mary’s on Saturday morning as planned. She introduced me to Julie and we chatted for a few minutes, then I went to Mary’s guest room to change. Mary and Julie entered soon after with Julie carrying a physicians house-call style bag. “So what seems to be the problem,” she asked.

“He’s claiming he’s not feeling well enough to go to school,” Mary explained.

“Let’s start by taking your temperature,” Julie said to me, pulling down the covers. “Roll over on your tummy and lower your boxers.” She took an old-fashioned thermometer from her bag and began to shake it down.

“No,” I protested.

“Can you help me out?” Julie asked of Mary.

“Of course,” Mary replied, then turned to me, “You will obey the doctor’s instructions or suffer the consequences.”

“No way” I objected.

“Ok, then,” Mary replied and prompted me to stand. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me across her lap. “Wanna hand me that brush?” she asked of Julie, who spied the hairbrush conveniently left on the dresser. Mary yanked down my boxers and quickly heated my bare backside, then parted my cheeks and let Julie insert the thermometer. After dithering it for a few minutes she pronounced the reading as normal and instructed me to lay face down on the bed. She donned a nitrile glove and proceeded to thoroughly examine my prostate.

“Everything’s ok in there,” she noted and then reached into her bag and withdrew two huge needles and began to fill them both.

“No! No shots,” I complained, trying to conceal my true excitement a the development.

“I’ll hold him down,” Mary offered and climbed astride me, sitting on my shoulders. I looked to my side and Julie pulled my belt free of my slacks and gave me a solid stroke with the heavy leather strap. After laying down a dozen strikes, she dropped the belt. I felt the cool sensation of alcohol and then the needle enter my glute. A warm ache grew as she forced the medication deep into my muscle and then repeated the process on the other side.

“Roll over,” she commanded. “I need to collect one last sample.” Mary watch eagerly holding a specimen cup as Julie stroked my cock. I provided a general sample, most of it caught in the cup but a few streams landing on my torso and across Mary’s hand. She held her hand close to my mouth for me to lick clean.

“That was fun,” Julie noted, taking a sip from the cup of semen. “What are your thoughts for round two?”

“I’m thinking you’re two naughty school girls,” I suggested. From the smiles, they seemed to be fans of the idea.”