Michelle led me back to the same exam room as the day before. I was taken aback that Joni was already in the room. She was wearing official looking scrubs. “I asked Joni to be my assistant today. I hope you don’t mind,” Michelle quipped. I nodded my acceptance. “We’ll dispense on any parts of the exam above the waist and instead focus on your lower half,” Michelle continued. “Go ahead and remove your pants and underwear.” I happily complied, revealing I was already stiffening.

“Do you feel like the patient has been behaving himself,” Michelle asked Joni.

“Not at all. He’s been very naughty,” Joni replied stifling a laugh.

“Well, I have a sure-fire way to deal with misbehaving patients,” Michelle announced, taking a seat in the chair. “Over my knee, young man,” she ordered. Joni handed her the hairbrush and Michelle began to paddle. As the heat in my cheeks grew, Michelle provided ongoing commentary about intensity, pace and coverage. She paused and handed the brush back to Joni. “It’s your turn to practice,” Michelle said and Joni set about trying to out-spank her mentor. Soon the discomfort was reaching my tolerance for a recreational spanking and thankfully, Joni paused. Michelle prompted me to stand then lay face down on the exam table.

“Next lesson is giving a prostate exam,” Michelle noted. They both donned exam gloves and spent an extended time with their respective fingers up my ass. Finally that part was done and Michelle instructed, “Take his temperature while I prepare his shots,” Michelle instructed. Joni parted my cheeks and inserted the thermometer, then moved to watch Michelle. Michelle explained, I’m preparing an extra shot of saline for you to practice before we give his two vitamin shots.

Michelle instructed Joni on technique and Joni jabbed me with the first shot, an almost painless small amount of saline. “Good,” Michelle assessed. “Now for the vitamins.” Each woman prepared a spot on respective cheeks and on the count of three sank the needles simultaneously in each glute. The vitamins stung a little but nothing like the shot of antibiotics Joni had received yesterday. “Hmm. Normal,” Joni reported, extracting the thermometer and showing it to her mentor.

I began to get up but Michelle announced, “We’re not quite done. Roll over as we need to get a semen sample.” For the next few minutes, the two tag-teamed me with their hands.

“I’m gonna cum,” I warned.

“Finish him off,” Michelle ordered holding a specimen cup to catch my release. The results were a modest amount collected but each had nearly the same on their hands. “Here, have a taste,” Michelle instructed, putting her hand close to my mouth.

“Yummy,” Joni concluded licking her own fingers clean.