Jabs 1

By Verity

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Adrian Chopleigh was twelve, going on thirteen. An exciting event awaited him in his next summer holidays, as he would be going to visit his father in tropical Africa, where he was a government official. First, though, Adrian had to go to the local clinic, in the large English town of Barborough, for his ‘jabs’ against tropical diseases. On the day, his sixteen-year-old sister accompanied him for his appointment. He grumbled about that, saying that he could go on his own, but his mother was adamant. ‘I don’t want you getting “lost” on the way,’ she said. ‘I don’t need any of your tricks.’

The clinic was busy, with nurses bustling about, and with quite a number of children of all ages being examined, weighed and measured. What made Adrian gulp, though, was the sight of a boy around his own age standing on the scales totally nude, while a nurse fussed around him. The boy, perhaps naturally, was pink-faced and looked distinctly unhappy. Then the nurse made him turn round with his back to her, and said to a women who appeared to be the boy’s mother, ‘I just want to look carefully for any spots – especially in places like his bottom, for example.’ While the youngster squirmed, the nurse parted his bottom-cheeks and shone a light in between, then all over the rest of his nude body.

‘Poor kid,’ thought Adrian sympathetically, as the boy was at last released from the scales. But the nurse hadn’t yet quite finished with him. Still naked, he was made to lie face-down on a couch, and a large thermometer was inserted into his bottom. Adrian stared. He had heard that small children had their temperature taken that way, but not 13-year-olds. It was terribly humiliating for the boy, Adrian thought, lying there completely bare with the thermometer sticking up.

A nurse came hurrying over. She consulted a list. ‘Ah, Adrian Chopleigh.’ She indicated a cubicle. ‘Just go in there quickly and get all your clothes off, socks and shoes as well, then come out and wait by the scales.’

‘I’m just here for my jabs,’ said Adrian quickly.

‘So is Colin,’ said the nurse, indicating the boy on the couch. ‘First, though, I have to weigh you and check you for any spots or rashes. So quickly, now.’

Adrian stared in horror. Surely HE wasn’t going to have to be nude in front of everybody, too?

‘But...’ he stammered.

Adrian’s sister appeared to be enjoying the situation. She asked the nurse, ‘So you want him COMPLETELY BARE, then?’

‘Yes, please, just like Colin. I need nude weight, as well as checking his skin all over. You had better go into the cubicle with him, and get him undressed. We’re busy this morning, and boys can dilly-dally. Then bring him out to stand on the mat by the scales until I’m ready for him.’ Then she had hurried off to attend to another group.

‘You heard the nurse, said Susan, Adrian’s sister, with a broad grin. ‘Come into the cubicle, for me to get you ALL BARE!’

She caught his arm, but Adrian frantically pulled back. ‘But I don’t want to!’ he pleaded. Even his sister hadn’t seen him that way for years.

‘What you want had nothing to do with it,’ said Susan, beginning to lose patience. ‘This is a clinic, and you do what you are told, you have no choice. Come on!’

Despite himself, Adrian was shortly in the small cubicle where, with surprising dexterity, Susan quickly began to divest him of his clothes. He put up a final resistance as she took a firm hold of his y-fronts and started peeling them down.

‘NO, Susan!!’

But Adrian’s pants were briskly pulled from his grasp and skinned down his thighs, then Susan quickly spun her young brother round, and delivered several hard smacks to his newly bared rear cheeks.

‘OW!’

‘Any more from you,’ Susan added crossly, ‘and I’ll turn you right over my knee and spank you properly, right on your BARE BOTTOM. Is that what you want?’

‘No!!’ Adrian felt mortified already, as he felt sure that most of the clinic would have heard his smacking. And he feared that, when he was taken out, it would be obvious just WHERE he had been smacked. Very shaming for a thirteen-year-old!

Susan quickly pulled her brother’s y-fronts down to his ankles and made him step out. She folded his clothes away, then took his arm, ‘Right, out you come to the nurse.’

Adrian, already squirming with embarrassment at being nude in front of his sister, pulled back. ‘’Can’t the nurse examine me in the cubicle?’ he pleaded.

‘No, she can’t,’ snapped Susan. ‘She needs to have plenty of light, for one thing, to have a good look at you. Listen, Adrian, you’re going to be completely bare in front of us all for a good long time, so you may as well get used to it. You aren’t the only one, after all.’

‘But they’re mostly younger than me.’

‘At the moment, yes. But when I came to make the booking, there was a boy of about fourteen on the scales, bare as you. And I saw the nurse examining his nice big one, too, with everybody watching. So COME ON!’

A moment later, Susan put her nude and blushing brother to wait on the mat by the scales, as the nurse had asked.

‘Everybody’s looking at me,’ hissed Adrian, now scarlet-faced.

‘Nobody’s looking at you,’ said Susan crossly. ‘Get it into your head that bare kids are normal in a clinic.’

The nurse hurried up. ‘Ah, Adrian’s ready – good.’ She said to Susan, ‘Now, while I’m seeing some others, I’d like you to have a preliminary look at him for any rashes or spots, and let me know. You see, after he’s had his innoculations, you’ll need to check him regularly at home for any skin reactions, so I like relatives to begin right away.’ She pulled up a low stool. ‘Stand him up on that, and go over him all thoroughly, in his most sensitive spots especially, in between his bottom-cheeks and down there in front.’ She pointed. ‘And be sure to lift up his bits and look underneath. Don’t be shy about it.’

‘I’M not shy about it,’ giggled Susan.

‘And, when you look at his bottom,’ went on the nurse, ignoring the interruption, ‘bend him right forward, so that he ‘opens up’ completely, and then you can look to see if there are any spots round his little bot-hole. There’s a torch on the trolley if you want it. I’ll be back in a few minutes’. She bustled off again, leaving an even more widely grinning Susan and a horrified Adrian – but again he had no choice.

‘Up on the stool!’ ordered Susan.

Again reluctantly did as he was told, head down and blushing, convinced he was the focus of all eyes – though in fact everybody else had their own concerns, and hardly anyone was looking in his direction.

Then..

‘Oh hi, Susan!’

‘Julie!’

Horrors! It was a friend of Susan’s, who it turned out was doing a holiday job in the clinic.

‘Ah, this is your brother, isn’t he?’ smiled Julie. ‘A nice boy.’

Adrian gulped, as Julie’s eyes seemed fixed on one spot!

Julie explained that she was doing an attachment in the clinic, training to be a nursing assistant.

‘Well, you can start right now,’ laughed Susan. ‘I’ve been told to examine Adrian for spots and rashes, so you can help me.’

Adrian was ready to rebel again. ‘I don’t want her to help you,’ he said sulkily.

‘Julie’s training to be a nurse,’ said Susan, ‘So it’s all right, you don’t have to be shy.’

‘I will be if I want.’

‘Now, that’s enough, Adrian,’ said his sister sharply. ‘If you don’t stop being difficult, we’ll go straight home, you won’t get your jabs, and you won’t be able to go on the trip. Is that what you want?’

Adrian gulped. ‘N-no.’

‘Well, then. Not another word.’

So the nude youngster, to his deep mortification, was poked and prodded all over by both girls, in front of, as it seemed to him, all eyes. He began to tingle in front and he wondered if he was going to go hard, which would be the worst thing of all. Would he get in trouble for it, perhaps even be spanked? But he wouldn’t be able to help it.

To check for rashes in his bottom, Julie insisted he be turned over the side of a trolley, on cushions to lift his hips up, and she parted his buttocks as widely as she could, sliding her fingers this way and that in between.

And, lying him on his back, she turned his ‘bits’ to one side and the other, then up and down, looking carefully at every inch.

It was almost a relief when the nurse came back. She made a much more cursory examination, then noted Adrian’s weight and height, after which he was told to stand back on the mat, though not allowed to get his clothes.

While the nurse was filling in her forms, Adrian looked around, and saw that there was an open and raised shower area at one end of the room, and that the boy he had noticed earlier was, before leaving, being given a vigorous shower by his mother, but wriggling and protesting loudly about this further public performance.

The mother was quickly becoming exasperated. The head nurse, seeing the situation, strode across the room. She pointed to a hook at the side of the shower, from which hung a stout leather strap. ‘Mrs Branksome’, she said, ‘Colin is not the first child to be difficult here – boys are especially troublesome - and mothers are often happy to make use of this rather helpful item.’ She took the strap off the hook and handed it to the grateful mother, who said, ‘Why, thanks. This boy has been driving me to distraction all day.’

The youngster yelled when he saw the strap, but with the help of the nurse he was turned over a convenient chair, and the strap was brought down hard about a dozen times across his madly bouncing bottom, while he screamed and kicked.

‘Are you going to behave yourself and do as you are told?’ asked the mother breathlessly, over the youngster’s noise.

‘Yes, yes, yes!’

‘That’s better!’ said the nurse, hanging the strap up again. ‘It’s important to remember that a boy has got a bottom for a reason!’

While the still-howling boy was soaped in the shower Adrian, despite his objections, was walked nude down the corridor to another office, where a matter-of-fact female doctor quickly gave him his innoculations, scarcely looking at him. In fact, the aspect of the day that he had most dreaded turned out to be the most painless.

Back in the big room, the other boy was being vigorously dried after his shower.

‘Well, at least YOU won’t be showering ME,’ said Adrian. ‘’You’re just my sister – you can’t!’

It was the wrong thing to say.

‘Can’t I?’ said Susan crossly. ‘Come this way!’ She seized Adrian’s arm and started pulling him over to the shower.

‘No!!’

‘I’ve had nothing but no-no-no from you all morning!’ snapped Susan. ‘I’ve just about had enough of it.’

‘He has to have a shower before leaving,’ said the nurse, coming over. ‘It’s all to do with regulations about infection control.’

‘Don’t care,’ said Adrian sulkily.

‘Excuse me.’ The mother of the other boy came over. ‘Perhaps you could make use of this?’ She handed Susan the leather strap.

‘I certainly could!’ said Susan. ‘Thanks very much.’

‘Okay, okay,’ pleaded Adrian, ‘I’ll do what I’m told, I’ll promise.’

‘Very well, but you still need a good lesson in obedience.’ Sitting down, Susan pulled Adrian face-down over her knee, and he was subjected to a very public and old-fashioned spanking of the most humiliating kind, with Susan’s bare hand landing repeatedly on his bare bottom.

SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK.....

Adrian was soon yelling his head off. He was just given six with the strap after that, not especially hard, and by the other boy’s mother at Susan’s request, but it still stung madly on his already hot bottom – so after his shower, he was crying and rubbing the rear of his grey school trousers all the way home.

At home, there was at first little mention of events at the clinic, and Adrian was even able to sit for supper without discomfort. But Susan did tell their mother, with a grin, that Adrian had had to be ‘all bare’, while her young brother blushed. During supper, also, he was rather subdued, and his mother noticed especially that his behaviour towards his sister had changed somewhat, in that he politely did whatever she asked, and didn’t tease her as he usually did.

Their mother in due course said, ‘Adrian seems rather unusually well-behaved this evening. He must have been given some special medicine at the clinic!’

Susan laughed and said, ‘Well, in a way he was.’ As Adrian blushed scarlet, Susan told their mother about the spanking.

Their mother laughed. ‘Well, it seems to have been good medicine. Perhaps I’ve neglected it – but if ever he needs some more, I’m sure you will oblige, as it certainly worked well today! So please give him a HOT BARE BOTTOM when he needs it – don’t forget!

‘I won’t!’

‘Oh, MUM!’ said Adrian reproachfully.

‘I mean it, Adrian. But it’s simple. It’s going to get stricter around here – so if you don’t want these pants of yours pulled down for you-know-what, you only need to behave yourself and do what you’re told. Like I say, it’s simple’

‘Isn’t it just,’ said Adrian bitterly.

(The End)