The beautiful country house seemed to be suitable to our purposes. We had decided to spend our week-long holiday in a village surrounded by trees, birds and nature. The academic year had just finished and my three classmates and I were prepared to have a good time. The first day we went to the woods and enjoyed bathing in the river and walking. Sarah, the oldest, was really good at swimming. "Come on Lucy, just some metres more," she tried to encourage me.

In the evening, we stayed in playing cards and telling stories. That night I felt really tired, probably because of the long open-air day, I made a decision and I went to bed one hour before my housemates. I put on my checkered pyjama and loosening my long black hair I laid down. The following morning, at 9:00 am, I sneezed for the very first time. Some hours later I had fever and my bowels roared. After taking an aspirin, I decided to spend the rest of the day in bed. On the third day, my classmates were worried, my catarrh or flue or whatever doesn't go away … maybe it was time to phone a doctor.

I remember what happened from then on in great detail. I was in bed, nervous, uneasy, with fear… I confess that I didn't like being examined by doctors at all, and now, I had to deal with an unknown one. My friends had been telling me stories about small rural villages. Sarah, the naughtiest, said that village doctors used archaic techniques, some of them rather painful and embarrassing. Clara added that all of them took temperatures rectally. "Rectally?" queried Paula in disbelief.

"Yes, you know, they introduce the instrument deep in your bottom hole… not to mention giving enemas." Even though I knew my friends were joking I didn't know what to think about it all … maybe the doctor was… well, one of those old-fashion ones…

Suddenly the door opened and a man in his thirties and a young girl not more than twenty entered the room.

"Please ladies, I beg you to leave us." the doctor said in a polite but energetic way.

My housemates left the room and I found myself in the company of two strangers.

"This is Peggy Ryan and I am Dr. Britt, Johnny if you like… and you are?"

"I am Lucy." I said while smiling timidly.

"Well, Lucy. We're going to take your body temperature."

I blushed and trembled slightly.

"Anything wrong?" asked the doctor.

"No, no." I replied quickly.

To my relief, the thermometer wasn't a rectal one and the nurse (I don't know if she was really a nurse) placed it under my tongue. Ten minutes later the doctor read the temperature and told me what I already knew.

"Well, Ms Lucy. You have a temperature."

Next thing he used to examine me was the stethoscope. Johnny ordered me to take off my pyjama shirt and then he placed the cold instrument on my skin, just beside my breast. The sensation was a little strange, maybe nice… definitely nice.

"Breathe in … that's it, now, expire… breathe in … expire. Well, you can put your pyjama shirt on."

I obeyed.

"Now, a few questions. Are you feeling comfortable in your stomach?"

I said, "Eh… maybe… yes, a little uncomfortable." I muttered.

Next question made me redden.

"Have you passed wind?… I mean, frequently … in the last two or three days?"

The nurse had her eyes on me or it was just my imagination… you know… I felt that the whole world was paying attention to my answer. Of course, I had been farting… how did they think I had been able to relieve my bowels otherwise? Just when you see a young and attractive lady do you think she always smells nice? I am human after all. But, you know, I was carrying things too far, after all he was a doctor and that was a medical question… nothing dodgy behind it all. Come on! Relax Lucy… behave like an adult.

"Yes." I whispered.

"Well, I think you have a strong catarrh with an infection."

"Is that bad?" I asked.

"Not if we take the bull by the horns. I'll give you an injection."

As I heard the word my body began to tremble.

"I think the only way to stop this effectively is to give you some injections. First today. Then probably tomorrow, the day after tomorrow and… well, maybe the following day the last one if everything goes according to plan."

I was as rigid as a statue at that moment.

The doctor took out the needed material from his black case and began to prepare the "shot". The sight of the long needle made me feel really frightened. One minute later, Peggy drew near my bed and spoke. Her voice was soft.

"Roll over… on your stomach, please."

I obeyed.

The nurse pulled on the bedspread and sheet and then introduced her fingers into the elastic of my pyjama trousers pulling them down and leaving my bottom on display. The wind caressed my bare skin and I couldn't help feeling totally exposed.

"I see you are ready." the doctor said.

Seconds later I noticed how the doctor rubbed my right buttock with a piece of wet cotton.

"Now relax your muscles Lucy, it won't be a minute."

Somehow I controlled my nervousness and relaxed my gluteus. The needle pierced my flesh easily… just an uncomfortable prick. The worst part came after, the white liquid struggled on its way to my body. After a few seconds, the doctor extracted the needle and covered the tiny hole with the cotton pressing gently.

"It's over."

The nurse pulled up my knickers and pyjama trousers and I lay on my side.

The following day and the day after things happened the same way. I bared my bottom and the doctor pierced it. It was a ritual, dropping my trousers, searching for the buttock less punished to inject the drug, rubbing the selected zone… My housemates spent the mornings out and the evenings in my room. My health improved day by day.

The forth day I was almost cured. Maybe I could have avoided the injection. But, and please, don't ask me why because I haven't got a clue, the fact is I didn't want to avoid the jab. I'd say I was waiting for it, don't get me wrong! I'm not looking for painful experiences… It was… yeah! somehow I felt a kind of addiction, I was frightened of the moment itself, my nervousness grew as the moment of being injected came near, however, I felt… curiosity? No, that's not the word… maybe excitement and morbidity… I don't know if this sounds too strong for you but the moment of showing my bottom, the tense wait just before the jab, the embarrassing feeling of being observed by the doctor, the nurse… maybe I'm going crazy, I'm an exhibitionist, an indecent girl… no, I don't think so… you know, this is legal, this is correct… you can show your rear in cases like this, he is a doctor, isn't he? No, it's not that simple, it's not just the naked bottom, it's something else, the patient, the doctor, the special relationship… the psychology, the people, we are talking about people… anyway, I just know I'd like to give injections in the future.

"Well, Lucy. Peggy will give you the injection, today. Do you agree?"

I looked at him and then I looked at Peggy. I was excited, the possible inexperience of the girl added to the mixture of feelings something new.

"Right! no problem." I said while smiling faintly.

The girl prepared the medicine as an authentic professional. This time was the doctor who orders me to lie on my stomach. I could have dropped my trousers by myself but I wanted to be "pampered" once more. The hands of the doctor touched my rear in order to pull down my pyjama. I was really excited. Shortly after, the nurse came near and rub my left buttock with a piece of soaking wet cotton. I wrinkled my nose as the intense smell of alcohol reached me.

"Re… relax your bottom… Lucy."

I noticed the nervousness in her voice, she even had said backside instead of muscle, but as I was an expert patient by then I kept calm and obeyed. The needle was introduced in my muscle gently. Next phase, the painful one, was carried out successfully.

"You can pull up your jeans." Peggy said after withdrawing the needle and tapping the tiny hole.

"How was it?" the doctor said.

I smiled and said. "Nine out of ten."

The End by juandelpino9@yahoo.es