Nurse neighbour (fiction story)

Two beautiful young ladies have moved into the other flat in my building and I introduce myself to one of them, who says she is practice nurse. Eager at least to discuss my fetish for buttock injections without becoming obvious, I ask her to tell me about her work and what she likes about it. To my delight, she says her favourite part is giving injections and, before I can ask where, she points to her bottom with a cheeky grin. I take the opportunity to tell her about bending over receptionists' laps for penicillin shots in my youth and, as her smile broadens, I hesitantly admit that my childhood fear has evolved into an adult fetish for painful buttock injections from or in the presence of pretty girls. She replies that, whilst her authority does not extend to prescribing antibiotics, she could give me really painful vitamin/sterile water shots and her flatmate would enjoy holding me across her lap to watch me get them. I eagerly accept with the caveat that she might have to be strict with me and she excites me by saying, "That's no problem at all". She then asks me about booster shots and I say that I have let all my travel inoculations expire because I don't like getting injections in the arm. She thrills me with the reply, "Don't worry, you won't get them there" and tells me to return next day.

After a sleepless night of anticipation I nervously return to her flat as scheduled. When she says that her flatmate isn't available I feel relieved that my injections have been delayed but she says that my booster shots can be given without restraint, telling me to drop trousers and stand looking out of the window while she prepares them behind me. As soon as I comply she pulls my pants all the way down, which turns me on in nervous apprehension of what is about to happen. She explains that big injections have to go in the upper-outside quadrant of the buttock to avoid the sciatic nerve but, as booster shots are shallow, she will give them to me down where I sit to minimise tenderness where I will have to get the vitamins next day. I feel the alcohol swab low in my left buttock and try to distract myself by looking out of the window at the people below. Then I feel a quick sting where I sit, promptly followed by two more. They don't hurt much, so I relax for similar treatment of the other cheek. When she tells me she has given me all six boosters I try to pull up my pants but she tells me to leave them down because she will also give me the new smallpox vaccination. She agrees that it is normally given the arm or leg but prods the middle of my left buttock saying that, as it is a scratch rather than a jab, it is perfectly safe to give in the one posterior site injections can never go. I protest that it might leave me unable to sit down but she counters with "You won't be able to sit down after the booster shots anyway," vaccinates me there and applies a plaster and lets me get dressed with instruction to return next day for my vitamin shots.

When I return next day my whole bottom is so sore I really can't sit down and I am frightened of more injections back there. Knowing I will have to be held down, my only hope is that the room-mate is again absent. On entering, however, I find the girl sitting on a table with an expression of eager anticipation. The nurse introduces me as the man to whom she gave booster shots yesterday and the girls says to me, "I bet you can't sit down," without the injection site being specified. I reply that I really can't sit down and earnestly ask that the vitamin shots be delayed until the soreness wears off but the response is a firm NO as I see the nurse begin to prepare a frighteningly large injection and hear her tell the girl, "You prepare him while I prepared his shots." The smiling girl tells me to drop my trousers and, when I have done so, sheepishly adds, "and pull down your pants." As I slowly lower them she insists, "All the way down," adding, "I am a nurse too so I have seen it all before." When everything is down and she has a good look, she hitches up her mini-skirt and tells me to bend over. I bend over her supple bare thighs and anxiously wait, looking out of the window and seeing a pretty girl I know as I wonder if she has any idea what is happening or ever been in the same position. I feel what would normally be a sensual stroking of my vulnerable bare bottom but wince at the pain, provoking a giggling apology. I ask the girl holding me if she is enjoying this and she admits, "It's fun to see somebody else's bottom injected for a change." The image of her shapely bare bottom getting shots is a pleasant distraction until I feel the alcohol swab. Even that hurts, making me tense for the jab. The needle going in doesn't hurt too much but the ensuing injection feels like liquid fire in my already sore buttock, making the girl hold me firmly and utter a condescending, "Be brave, you know you have to get it," as I firmly grip her thigh and let my hand go up her skirt to grasp her bottom in reciprocation. After a seeming eternity the needle is painfully withdrawn and I brace myself for the final shot just as the intercom rings. Initially relieved by the reprieve, I am shocked to hear the nurse say, "Bring it up," with the explanation that it is the girl from the supermarket with her delivery. A few moments later she comes in behind me and I am shocked to see through the window's reflection that it is the same pretty girl I had earlier admired in the street below. As she stares at my bare bottom, the nurse unnecessarily explains, "I'm giving him a shot." The embarrassment is greater than I could have anticipated, which distracts me from the swab with the result that I shout in surprise on feeling the needle go in, which provokes laughter from all three of them. Eventually it is over and I stand looking over my shoulder at the blushing delivery girl as she sympathetically rubs her own bottom in and leaves.

As I gingerly rub my very tender bottom with everything still down the nurse asks if she has satisfied my fetish and I admit that it was really thrilling even though painful and embarrassing. "Good," she replies. Let's do it again soon. Her eagerness simultaneously excites and frightens me.