FLU SHOT

                              by 

                            Joe Doe


NATALIE FINDS THE LOCAL FRATERNITY'S GENEROUS SPONSORSHIP OF THIS 
YEAR'S VACCINATION PROGRAM TO BE A REAL PAIN IN THE BACKSIDE.  



Steve pointed at the sign on the wall of the student union.  "It 
looks like one of the fraternities is sponsoring flu shots this 
year, Natalie.  They're offering them upstairs; do you want to 
take a minute and get inoculated?" 

Natalie wasn't wild about shots, unless they were tequila shots, 
of course.  But her experience with the flu last year had been 
miserable, and she quickly decided a shot was worth a few minutes 
of her time.  Besides, it was refreshing to see a fraternity 
sponsoring something other than free beer to get her out of her 
clothes. 

She was a little surprised when she was separated from Steve and 
led into a small side room.  But there were more surprises to come. 

"Hi, Miss Brew...uh, Natalie," the fresh-faced young man in the 
white lab coat said, brightly.  It was Timmy Johnson, who just a 
few years before, had been one of the students in the high school 
history class she taught.  She did a double take.  What was TIMMY 
doing in a doctor's coat? 

He explained that he was a pre-med now, and he worked weekends as a 
phlebotomist at the local hospital.  They chatted pleasantly for a 
bit, until Timmy decided to get down to business. 

"Well, that's enough stalling.  It's time for your flu shot, young 
lady," he said with mock sternness.  "Please take down your pants." 

Natalie was stunned.  "Take down my pants?" she repeated.  Was this 
some sort of joke?  She was not about to drop her pants in front of 
one of her STUDENTS! 

Timmy explained that the flu was especially potent this year, and 
so the shots had to be in "the hip" instead of the arm.  She still 
hesitated, and he handed her a rather official-looking sheet with 
the words FDA WARNING in red letters across the top. 

She nervously bit her lip as she read about the thousands of 
college-age women who would be killed, paralyzed, or rendered 
insane by this year's flu epidemic, which was expected to be 
the "worst since the Bubonic Plague ravaged Europe during the 
dark ages." 

The prose was overwrought (and the time-line was wrong), but the 
warning was ominous.     

She glanced back at the smiling young man.  She DID NOT want to 
take down her pants in front of someone she still regarded as her 
student, but the alternative certainly SOUNDED bad. 

Timmy smiled.  At first he had thought the flyer had been over the 
top, but it had worked every time. 

Natalie hoped Timmy would turn around as she wiggled out of her 
tight jeans, but he just stood there, watching intently and 
grinning until her pants finally dropped to her ankles.   

"Bend over the table, young lady, and we'll get started," he said, 
obviously relishing his new authority over his former teacher.  
Natalie was particularly irritated about the patronizing way he 
kept saying, "young lady."  (Excuse me, but wasn't she a GRADUATE 
student?  Wasn't she at least 5 years older than he was?) 

She so hated ceding control to a snotty little twerp who wanted to 
play doctor! 

But it's hard to maintain your authority when you're bent over a 
table with your pants around your ankles.  Natalie blushed as 
Timmy teasingly ran his finger over the tiny smiling bears on 
the seat of her panties and chuckled.    

"Cute underpants, Natalie," he chortled.  "Sale in the Junior Miss 
department?" 

She remembered her mother's adage about wearing presentable 
underwear in case you were in an accident.  She thought the 
little bears were cute, but she never would have worn the 
childish underpants if she'd known she knew she was going to 
be depantsed by one of her former students.   

"Now pull down your darling underpants, young lady, and we'll get 
this over with." he said. 

Natalie swallowed.  She had hoped that "in the hip" meant just 
that, but, as she reflected back on past doctor's visits, she 
recalled that it was always a euphemism for "in her backside."   

Timmy's voice was the epitome of crisp professionalism, but, as 
she nervously looked over her shoulder at the grinning frat boy, 
she could tell that this was a moment he had been dreaming of for 
years.  He always sat in the front row, and she had known that the 
blushing 18-year-old had a crush on her.  She didn't encourage it, 
mind you, but she secretly enjoyed it.  She always enjoyed male 
attention.... 

Well, except for now! 

The gleam in Timmy's eye made it clear that this was more than a 
simple medical procedure for him; it was the highlight of his life. 
Ordering his haughty and demanding teacher to bend over and pull 
down her panties was a dream come true. 

Natalie seriously considered walking out, but the truth was that 
the perverse humiliation of what was happening to her was also 
strangely exciting.   Getting a shot from some craggy old nurse 
would be less embarrassing, but it would also lack the element of 
exposure and humiliation that Natalie secretly craved. 

So she decided to play the game for all it was worth.... 

"Do I have to...to take down my underpants?" she whined.  "Are you 
sure I can't get it in my arm?" 

"I'm afraid not, Natalie," Timmy said, with mock regret.  "Now 
don't argue with me.  You don't want me to have to take you over 
my knee and spank your little buns...do you?" 

The question was tinged with hope, and, for a brief moment, she 
considered taking him up on his offer.  But, remembering that her 
friend Steve was waiting outside for her and that the walls of 
the Student Union were paper thin, she decided to forgo that 
particular humiliation. 

The tiny bears frowned as Natalie, blushing, reached back and 
slowly...slowly...slowly wiggled her underpants down into to a 
twisted tangle around her knees.  

"All...the way...down," Timmy ordered, his voice trembling with 
excitement. 

Natalie wasn't sure why this was a medical necessity; she suspected 
the real reason was to get her to bend over and expose herself even 
more.  Her suspicion was confirmed when Timmy brusquely ordered her 
to spread her legs and bend ALL the way over.... 

The short table didn't reach to her waist, which meant that, in 
order to obey the command, she had to arch her bottom into the 
air and expose herself completely.  She blushed crimson, for she 
could tell by the heavy breathing behind her that the view she 
was offering was magnificent. 

"I'm...uh...out of rubbing alcohol...."  Timmy excused himself and 
left the room. 

Natalie waited...and waited. 

As the minutes ticked away, she grew increasingly agitated.  Not 
only was the position awkward and uncomfortable, but the increasing 
wetness between her legs created an itch that she definitely wanted 
to scratch. 

"The little pervert probably left to go jerk off," she grumbled to 
herself.  "Which is not such a bad idea...." 

It seemed likely that he wasn't going to be back for a while, and 
she desperately needed relief.  Her hand slowly slid underneath her 
tummy and snaked between her legs. 

She smiled and closed her eyes.  Busy hands were happy hands.... 

		****************************** 

She had just finished and was drying her hand and crotch with the 
paper toweling in front of her when she heard the echo of footsteps 
coming down the hallway.  She turned, expecting the door to open. 

But she saw to her horror that the door was ALREADY open.  Not a 
lot, mind you, but enough.  As it swung open the rest of the way 
and Timmy returned with the bottle of rubbing alcohol in his hand, 
she could see a row of freshmen boys waiting patiently for their 
shots. 

The 18-year-olds were patient, no doubt, because their bench seats 
gave them a perfect view of Natalie's cute butt, exposed crotch, 
and busy right hand! 

Timmy did close the door behind him as he entered the room, but the 
smiles on the faces on the young men outside made it clear that 
they had already seen everything that Natalie had to offer. 

Timmy took his time poking and squeezing Natalie's shapely bottom 
as he diligently searched for the correct location for the shot.  
The alcohol swabbing was also a thorough, languid affair.  When it 
came to examining a shapely female bottom, he was nothing if not 
thorough. 

But, after all the careful preparation, he jabbed the needle 
directly into the dead center of Natalie's bottom cheek.  She 
actually yelled, "OWWW!" as he laughingly pushed down the plunger.

The little sadist! 

A bandage and a brisk SLAP! on the fanny, and Natalie was free 
to go.  Timmy watched closely as she reached down to pull up her 
pants.  Natalie didn't object.  After what he had already seen, 
modesty was no longer an issue.   

She tried to ignore the amused leers and sly whispers of the 
freshmen sitting on the bench.  But, as she turned away and 
stared at the ceiling, she noticed a small black coaxial cable 
taped there.  It ran down the hall towards the room that she 
had just occupied. 

The cable puzzled her.  Natalie had used this group of rooms for 
a seminar a few months before, and she was sure the cable hadn't 
been there then.  Why would you need to hook up cable TV for a 
flu shot? 

She said, "Thanks," as the smiling frat brother gave her a sticker 
that said, "Be nice to me...I had my flu shot today!"   

Sympathy was certainly in order; her bottom was still throbbing. 

"Boy, this year's shot sure hurt a lot more than last year's!" she 
said when she met Steve in the hallway. 

"It sure did," Steve replied, as he rubbed the band-aid on his arm 
in sympathy....



Edited by C. Lakewood