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Bobby
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Date Posted: Thursday, October 07, 2010, 06:04: am
I am the acknowledged expert when it comes to shots in the bottom and rectal temperature taking.
I had a real bad allergy problem through my childhood, with hay fever and bronchititis, and two hospital stays with asthma.
When I was about 10, I got taken to see a specialist, and he prescribed a course of anti-sensitivity shots, which were pretty new back then I think.
So every other Friday afternoon, after school, I would have to appear at the Doctor's office to get two needles in my butt, for well over a year.
My temperature had to be checked each time, because they couldn't give the shots to you if it was over normal.
I guess, since the shots went in my bottom, that the nurse who gave them to me, figured she may as well check my temperature in my little bum as well.
I never got used to those shots, even though I got so many.
They always hurt like hell, because back then they didn't use the disposable ones like now days, but these old glass and metal syringes and needles that got used over and over, so they got to be blunt.
I mean they didn't slide in, but had to be almost pushed in with main force.
It was sheer murder.
The old nurse who gave 'em to me must have hated kids, or had a sadistic streak or something, because it seemed to me she tried to make the whole thing as painful and humiliating as she could.
For a start, since it was a routine thing,I didn't get the benefit of the Doc's exam room.
It was done sort of semi-private in this sort of cubicle next to the reception desk.
It only had a curtain across it,that didn't even reach the floor.
The nurse wasn't scrupulous in making sure it was closed properly either.
Even if it was a quarter way open, about half the people in the waiting room could see in.
Anybody in the reception area could see in clearly, and anybody going in to the Doc's office could too, if the curtain wasn't closed tight.
I really hated that cubilcle!
I hated that medical alcohol sort of smell of it, and I still hate that smell!
There was only a small table in there, with a bottle of surgical spirit, a bottle full of cotton-wool, and two trays containing needles and syringes, soaking in alcohol, and a bottle with thermometers sticking out of gauze, and a big bottle of Vaseline.
I'd get sent in there by the lady behind the desk, who always said to me, "You know what you have to do sweetie,don't you?" with this real ghoulish smile.
The junior office girl was the daughter of a neighbour who baby-sat me and my brother sometimes, and she'd sort of always give me a smile too, real meaningful.
So I'd go in the cubicle, and close off the curtain as tight as I could, take off my shoes and long school socks,and my little gray school shorts,and sit down to wait on one of the chairs in my little white cotton underpants.
The big old nurse would appear sooner or later, and look at me like she was gonna eat me.
She might close the curtain, or she might not.
Mostly it was maybe half way open.
First thing she said every time was, "Off with your pants little man. Quickly now."
It was so bad having to take your undies off, when you knew people could see you.
I'd stand there with no pants on, most times with the old people in the waiting room looking in at me and smiling indulgently.
The big old nurse would sit on a chair,shaking down a thermometer, and motion me to come and bend over her knee.
What else could I do?
Bare bottom over this old girl's knee, she'd take the Vaseline and smear it onto the head of the thermometer, and parting my little bottom cheeks, she'd slip it deftly into my little anus.
This was usually the time that the office girls would lean their heads in, suddenly discovering that they had to ask the nurse something that just couldn't wait.
Just by coincidence, there is a little boy with no pants on over nurse's lap with a glass thermometer in his little botty button.
Eventually, she'd pop it out, have a look and wipe it.
"Perfectly normal." she'd coo.
I'd be made to get up, trying to cover my little dicky-wicky with my hands,as she lovingly prepared the needles,probably enjoying my wide-eyed apprehension.
Meantime, people are coming and going, and seeing me with no pants on.
When she was all ready,it'd be back across her lap.
She'd lovingly prepare the injection site on my bottom, wiping the cool alcohol swab onto my skin.
Then she'd start smacking my bottom cheek.
I don't mean patting or tapping- I mean quite literally smacking, saying "Relax now Bobby. Wiggle your toes. Don't tense your bottom honey."
I mean, I was trying to untense,and she's smacking my bare bottom, so, of couse, I was tensing up.
When she was satisfied that I was prime for more torture, she stuck that big, blunt, bitch of a needle into my poor tender little bottom, and try as I would,I couldn't help squealing like a stuck pig, and bellowing,"OWWWWWWW!"
I think this made it for her, and the office girls and all the people in the waiting room must have heard it, and probably looked at each other and smiled.
Oh! So cute!
Yeah! Real cute unless it's happening to you.
And there was still another one to go in!
Every two weeks! Two shots! Just like this every fortnight!
Go figure!
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