Troy Nichols (Penicillin shots & spankings)
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Date Posted: Friday, June 03, 2011, 12:06: am
Growing up I seemed to get strep throat at least once a year through highschool. When I was sick, it meant a trip to the doctor for a throat culture, almost always positive for strep and a trip back the next day for a penicillin shot in the butt.
When I was younger the nurse gave it, brought the needle in, I would cry and fuss and it hurt like hell. When I was in about 7th grade and through highschool, I seemed to always get an appt at the end of the day, after the nurse left and the doctor gave them himself. I would still be fully dressed, even in winter in my snow boots and down jacket and he'd take me back to the exam room and have me drop my jeans and lay prone on the exam table with tissue paper ripping with my boots. I'd undo my jeans and climb up and lay down and he'd pull my jeans and jockeys to my ankles in one swoop and slide my parka up to expose my butt cheeks, THEN preparing the shots.
Most of the time he'd take my temperature as he prepared them, saying "as long as you are laying there I'm take your temperature in the back door" and slide some vaseline on a thermometer and slide it in my butt. The worst part was the entire wall next to the exam table was a mirror so when I tried to look away, I saw the whole thing in the mirror. I was a basketball jock, but saw me in my boots and buff jacket, a thermometer in my butt and the doctor loading a cartridge of penicillin in this steel syringe with a huge rubber sheath on the needle. He would usually also give me a vitamin B shot too, saying it would get me on my feet quicker and give me energy, and draw a full shot full of dark red medicine out of a big vial. The needle looked longer than the penicillin shot, which was given first, after he pulled out the thermometer and read it and noted it in the file.
On two occasions I also got a booster shot of some kind, so got three shots in the butt.
He would wipe the upper half of both cheeks with alcohol, I can still smell it in the room, and the cold fear. He would tell me to point my toes in and relax my bottom (he never said ass or butt, always bottom, even when I was 18) and would make small talk about basketball always calling me "sport" even though he knew my name (his sons went to a different school, but also played basketball and we were friends from church), the nurse would always wait a minute for the alcohol to dry saying it would sting less, but he didn't, he would tell me to take a deep breath and jam in the huge penicllin needle in my left butt cheek and slowly inject the glue like medicine. It seemed like forever and I swear sometimes I heard a squeak as he pulled out the syringe. I'd try to look away, but with the mirror I couldn't help but watch in fear.
He'd then wipe down the other butt cheek and without missing a beat pull of the cover of the next shot and jam it in. It wasn't as thick as the penicillin shot but it burned. It went in quicker. While I layed there with my butt aching he'd putt a bandaid on the two places he gave the shots, give me a smack on the lower part of my butt, pulled my jacket down and said, "its over Sport, on your feet, pull up your pants and rub your bottom before you go to bed for a couple minutes when you get home and before you go to sleep so the medicine will absorb in the muscles.... you can tell your parents you can go to school tomorrow if youfeel up to it".
When I got home I would go to my room, drop my pants and rub as he instructed. If I was wearing my down jacket, it felt soothing because it was this slick, shiny nylon that was cool as I rubbed the skin.
The worst part was forgetting to take of the bandaids the next day and getting teased in PE or basketball practice, although it wasn't bad as having a bright red butt cheeks from a spanking I had gotten, when at home. Guys in the locker room can be brutal.
The worst visit to the doctor was in 11th grade, when I had pnuemonia and got a double dose of penicillin, one shot in each butt cheek, and had to go back a few days later for another one when I wasn't feeling better still.
One time I was super embarrassed. I was home sick from school and got my little brother and his friends were teasing me. I was in 10th grade, and thought I'd scare them by shooting near them with my bb gun. they were throwing snowballs at my window, and I ran outside with my bb gun just as my parents drove up. My mom was furious I was sick and outside in my jeans and no shoes or a coat, my dad furious that I had the bb gun out and was out when grounded, both spanking offenses in our house. I was sent in to put on my shoes and socks and parka, only to be taken out to the cold garage, taken over my dads lap and have a bare bottom spanking I'll never forget while my little brother and his friends heard every smack.
My dad only used his hand, but gave long, steady bare bottom spankings that lasted forever. At the end when I started bawling he'd stop alternating cheeks and give me a final 20 or so super hard, super fast smacks on the sit spot where my lower butt cheeks met to make sure I felt it when I sat down for a while. When I got back to the house, my mom reminded me that I still had an appointment with the doctor and my dad drove me. She called him on the phone to tell him we were on are way and must have said something about the spanking, because when we got there he said something about me having a sore bottom that was going to be even more sore.
My down jacket was shiny red and as I layed there he said my shiny red jacket matched my bottom and that I should be glad my dad cared enough to discipline and spank me, and how he still spanked his sons but with a "fanny paddle".... at least I wasn't the only one getting it, and that I should point my toes in when I get a spanking to relax, just like getting a shot, to make sure the muscle is relaxed.
I nearly jumped off the table when the he wiped down my butt cheeks with the alcohol swab on my already tender skin. I was so embarrassed, my face was as red as my butt and my jacket when I looked in the mirror. It was a long ride home and I immediately went to my room and looked iin the mirror, my cheeks were beet red, with hand prints and two bandaids on the upper part on the side.
The next morning and through every break between classes I went to the bathroom stall to rub my cheeks through my parka, it still hurt 2 days later. Even though I couldn't play because I had been sick, I had to suit up for basketball practice, and shower, and got teased so much for having a red butt and bandaids. Everybody said "you STILL get bare bottom spankings??!! and shots"
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