Jabs 2

By Verity

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It was the morning after thirteen-year-old Adrian’s visit to the clinic, where to his embarrassment he’d had to be completely naked in front of the nurse and everybody else, to be weighed, measured and examined for spots and rashes.

‘Well, I’m glad I don’t have to go back there again,’ said Adrian. ‘Not till next year, anyway.’

‘I expect they’re glad too,’ his mother said, ‘But don’t forget, now that you’ve had your jabs, we have to check you over every day for a week – you know, for any allergic reaction, rashes or whatever.

‘But I don’t have to be all bare again, do I?’ Adrian asked.

‘You certainly do!’ his mother said, as his sister Susan grinned. ‘We have to check you all over.’

‘WE?’

‘Yes, all of us. Six pairs of eyes are better than one.’

‘Not even Emma?’ gulped Adrian, referring to his bratty ten-year-old sister.

‘Yes, certainly Emma.’

‘But...can I keep my pants on, then? ’

‘No, of course not. The nurse said that we have especially to look for rashes on your botty and your –’

‘Yes, Mum, but –’

‘Now, that’s enough, Adrian. Go and get ready for school, and we’ll check you over this evening.’

‘Ha, ha! Adrian’s gotta be bare, Adrian’s gotta be bare!!’ Bratty Emma jumped up and down, clapping her hands.

‘Oh, shut up!’ snapped Adrian.

‘I said that’s enough. Now get off to school, NOW. And if there’s any trouble this evening, you’ll get some more of what you got at the clinic, and you won’t like Emma seeing THAT. And you won’t be sitting down for a while after it, either.’

All day in school, Adrian got goose-pimples as he thought of the evening’s event. And, it was every bit as bad as he had feared. After tea he was told to leave all his clothes in his bedroom and run back downstairs completely bare. Then, while his two giggling sisters watched, he had to stand on a low stool, blushing, and turn this way and that while he was poked, prodded, and - unfortunately - smacked. To have rashes around his bottom checked he had to bend right forward, then he felt Susan pulling his bottom-cheeks apart and his mother prodding in between, while the pink-faced youngster wriggled and squealed.

Even worse was having his ‘bits’ checked, this time with bratty Emma helping. As his most sensitive parts were lifted, prodded, and moved this way and that, the nude young schoolboy shrieked and writhed even more vigorously, so that Susan had to hold his arms as tightly as she could so that the check-up could continue.

Finally, Adrian’s temperature had to be taken, and to his dismay he found that his mother had been lent one of the big thermometers from the clinic. So he had to lie face down over the arm of the settee, bottom protruding right up so that he ‘opened’ completely, then, as he squawked again, the thermometer was slid into place.

‘You must stay there for five minutes,’ said his mother. ‘So don’t dare move.’

At that moment, to Adrian’s dismay, the front doorbell rang. Susan went to answer it, and a moment later he heard the voice of their neighbour, Mrs Trotter, in the front hall. Horrors! Adrian squirmed and thrashed, struggling to get up, but he was held by his mother’s firm hand on the small of his back.

Mrs Trotter sounded unsurprised by what she saw. ‘Ah, having his temperature taken, I see,’ she said matter-of-factly.

Adrian’s mother explained about the innoculations. ‘And we have to check him for spots,’ she said, ‘Especially round his bottom area. Perhaps you could have a look too?’

‘Certainly.’

Adrian squirmed inwardly as he felt Mrs Trotter’s fingers exploring his bottom-cheeks, around and in between, then her palm sliding all over, to and fro. ‘No, can’t see anything, It all seems perfectly smooth. Round his little botty-hole’s fine too.’

‘Thanks. And we have had to look in front as well. Perhaps you can also give me a second opinion there in a moment.’

Adrian came out in goose-pimples again. Worse and worse!

‘Yes, of course – I check Peter all over sometimes,’ said Mrs Trotter, referring to her twelve-year-old son.

Adrian’s mother removed the thermometer out and read it. ‘Normal – good.’

‘Can I get my clothes now?’ asked Adrian quickly, as he finally struggled to his feet.

‘Not quite yet.’ His mother turned to Susan and said, ‘Susan dear, take Adrian upstairs and give him a bath while I chat to Mrs Trotter for a bit, please.’

‘I don’t want a bath,’ said Adrian crossly.

‘I’m sure you don’t - but nobody asked what you want,’ snapped his mother, ‘Susan – a correction. Please take Adrian upstairs for a bath AND A VERY HARD SPANKING!’

‘Oh – I’ll go, Mum, I’ll go!’ yelled Adrian.

‘Very well, then.’

Watching as Susan took her nude young brother’s hand and walked him to the door, Mrs Trotter said, ‘You are so lucky, Mrs Chopleigh, to have Susan to help like this. Peter is so difficult about baths, and bathing him is such a performance every time!’

Susan looked round and grinned.

‘Bring him over and I’ll do him as well,’ she said.

‘Do you mean that?’

‘Certainly!’

“Well, I’ll just take you up on it!’

Mrs Trotter left, and Susan waited in the sitting-room, the nude-thirteen-year-old standing shyly on the mat beside her.

It was a little while before Mrs Trotter came back with Peter. Adrian, despite himself, grinned. Peter’s mother had – logically enough – walked him over from next door completely naked, even with bare feet, explaining that, as it was a warm day, she took the chance to put all his clothes in the wash.

Peter himself looked much less happy, indeed was distinctly red-eyed at being so publicly nude.

‘He’s being a very silly cry-baby,’ said his mother sharply, ‘People ARE naked for a bath, you know, Peter!’

‘Not in front of everybody,’ said Peter sulkily.

‘Don’t you take that tone with me,’ said Mrs Trotter sharply, and her palm landed firmly on Peter’s bottom.

SMACK!

‘OW!’

‘Take note, Mrs Chopleigh,’ said Peter’s mother, ‘A naked-bare boy has to be extremely careful to behave himself – otherwise his naughty botty is very convenient!’

‘Indeed,’ agreed Mrs Chopleigh with a grim smile, ‘Saves the trouble of taking pants down!’

‘Quite so!’

The two boys were unamused by this exchange, and Mrs Trotter too had by now lost patience.

‘Peter, you are going to be given your bath here and now and that’s that. And you’re going to be bare in front of us all for a good long time, so you better just get accustomed to it. Just look at Adrian – he doesn’t mind, does he?’

In fact, Adrian minded very much indeed, his face being as pink as Peter’s – but it seemed a bad idea to say so. Without wasting any more time, Susan walked both nude youngsters upstairs, the others following.

‘Do we have to have all this audience?’ grumbled Adrian.

‘I wouldn’t miss this for anything,’ grinned bratty Emma.

The boys’ bath was a very noisy affair, with huge amounts of screaming and splashing. They were stood together in the bath, while Susan, with the help of the other two, soaped them all over as hard as she could with bare hands, while they twisted, writhed - and were smacked a good deal. .

To Emma, it was all the greatest of fun. She yelled with laughter as the boys were both bent over, as far as possible, to be soaped diligently between their bottom-cheeks. How they yelled! And she also begged to be allowed to soap their ‘willies and nuts’, and was allowed to help – a task she carried out with even greater vigour, and to even more shrieks from the two nude youngsters.

And soon – perhaps to nobody’s surprise, though to the boys’ great mortification – the attention had soon made them both stand up hard in front, as rigid and upright as beanpoles.

Emma, never bashful, drew loud attention to the fact, in spite of being told loudly by her brother to ‘shut up’.

Scarlet-faced, both boys had clasped their hands over the quivering areas, but were sharply told to remove their hands at once and let everyone see.

‘Yes, put your hands right on top of your heads and keep them there,’ they were ordered, and had no choice but to obey.

‘Well, it’s natural enough, I suppose,’ said Mrs Chopleigh. ‘But you’ll have to be dealt with before you get your clothes on.’

‘How do you mean, dealt with?’ asked Adrian uneasily.

‘You know what I mean,’ said Mrs Chopleigh shortly, going over to the boys and rolling up her right sleeve. ‘Mrs Trotter, would you kindly deal with Adrian, and I’ll deal with Peter?’
‘With pleasure!’

The two nude and tingling kids were made to stand on the bath-mat.

‘NO!!’ they yelled in unison as two determined hands took firm hold, then started working with furious speed and diligence. Each of the two strong ladies also slid a hand behind the gasping, dancing youngster in her grasp, finger-ends deep between the bouncing rear cheeks and massaging frenziedly...

Harder and harder they worked...

Faster and faster...

At first the two naked young schoolboys, deeply mortified, had struggled to remain silent, but as the attentions became ever more rapid and merciless, all restraint was suddenly thrown aside...

‘AH-AH-AH-AH-AAAAHHH!!’ burst from both in unison. Then, as two pairs of bare feet began to hammer the carpet even more rapidly...

‘Yes – yes – don’t stop – DON’T STOP - YES-YES-YES-YES-YESSS!!!’

‘Yes, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’M COMING, I’M COMMM-ING!!!’

The two frantic young nudes leapt and screamed almost in unison...and, a moment or two later, Mrs Chopleigh asked for tissues, while the two young girls clapped and cheered.

Finally, after they had been dried but while still bare, both boys were turned over and given a thorough bottom-warming for the trouble they had caused, and for all their arguing and cheek. Adrian got his spanking across his mother’s knee, and Peter, at Mrs Trotter’s request, was put across Susan’s knee. According to Emma, that was the best part of the evening. It was certainly the noisiest!

Later, lying face-down in bed, his eyes red and his voice husky with screaming (for different reasons), Adrian hoped fervently that his holiday trip would be worth the stinging bottom he had suffered twice in as many days. Yes - it would really and truly have to be good.

(The End)