"Injections maybe so painful and also so exiting, specially in buttocks. Mary had never taken an injection in the butt since she was 18. She had an strange attraction for shots in the botton, but didn't use to practice it. One beautiful day Mary needed a shot, a tetanus shot. It was in a hospital. The nurse started to prepare the injection, the doctor was near there, so Mary whispered to the nurse: "Can i have it in the butt?. In the arm it is so painful. "Sure", answered the nurse. Then, when they were alone in the nursery, the nurse said gently: "You can turnaround now". So Mary pull down her pants and took the shot in the butt. "It doesn't hurt. Thank you. You very good in giving shots. Congratulations", said Mary to the nurse.
So Mary a few months later had to take the second tetanus shot. It was in another place. Her turn came after a 15 minutes in the queue. Mary didn't take off her shirt or rolled it up. She prefered to wait the "verdict". As Mary did not move, the nurse said: "It's given in the arm". Scared, Mary asked. "No, in the arm ... is so painful. It hurts me. Do it in the butt". So Mary uncovered a bit of her pants and the nurse agreed do give it in the botton. Mary was so happy. It was like winning in the lottery !
For the third shot, Mary went to the same place she had taken her second one. This time the nurse didn't agree do give in the butt. Mary insisted: "My doctor recommended do take it in the buttocks". "You must talk to my boss, but I can give it to you in the arm now. Mary prefered to go to another place. Her turn had come and she whispered to the nurse: "Shots in the arm hurts me too much. Can you give it to me in the bottom ?". "Ok, answered the nurse". Follow me. They went to reserved place, Mary pull down her pants and took the shot and thanked the nurse: "It didn't hurt at all". Much, much happier than ever, she went home and the following day decided do take another injection, that time a flu vaccine. Always in the butt. Of course. in the arm there is no charm.
"I was 18 yrs old and in 6th grade, it was a regular day but my mother showed up at the end of school and instead of walking home, she said we need to go to the doctor's office. I asked why because I was not sick or had I been sick for awhile. She told me I needed a shot and that was it. I really did not think to much about it. We got to the doctor's office and the office was a house that was made into a doctor's office. We walked in and my mother informed the receptionist that we were just here for a shot and she instructed us to go downstairs in the basement. They have a lab down there and a room off the side, which I had never been in and another room where they gave shots in the arms from a chair and did the gag throat swabs etc. I sat in a the waiting area chairs with the others waiting to be called. My mother and I waited for awhile and finally a nurse came down from upstairs and called my name. That was weird usually the nurse in the lab takes care of things. I got up and followed her and instead of going back into the lab we went in a room that I had never really even noticed before. She opened the door and we went in. There was just examing table in the room and a sink and cabinet. She instructed me to "just lay on my stomach on the examing table". I climbed up the examing table and laid down on my stomach as instructed. I was thinking to myself which arm would she give me the shot and in fact I think I may have had one sleeve kind of rolled up. Then the next thing she said was, "I need you to pull you pants and underwear down and then lay on your stomach". OH!!! I climbed off the table and pulled everything down as instructed and climbed back on to the table. I laid there for a minute or two thinking to myself I wonder how this is going to feel. I didn't recall getting one in the bottom before. I just looked forward and waited, they must have given shots in the bottom in that room because there was a picture of a clown looking right at me as I looked forward. The nurse finally came up on my left side and told me to hold still and I don't recall the alcohol going on but I do remember the shot. It stung alot but was not earth shattering. When the nurse was done she told me I could get dress and wait for 20 minutes to make sure I did not have a reaction to the injection. My mother asked if I was ok and if the shot went in my bottom and I said yes to both questions. To this day I still don't know what the shot was, I asked my mother years later and she did not recall. Ever since that experience I have always enjoyed shots in the bottom.
"I walked into the building with fear and apprehension. I was aware that my mother had booked this appointment for me to receive updates on my shots but was unsure how many injections that this would require or where I would be receiving them. When I arrived at the reception area, I was told to have a seat and that a nurse would be with me shortly. I sat down and looked around. Everywhere I looked there was a poster with graphic pictures and messages about the importance of immunizations. I could hear the children crying and see the people coming out of the exam rooms rubbing their sore spots. I was getting more and more nervous as the time went by and was just considering leaving when a large nurse came out and called my name. I guess I had no choice now but to follow her and she led me to a tiny cubicle with nothing but a curtain for a door. She pulled it closed and told me that since I was older, my mother had agreed to let a student nurse be in the room and perhaps even administer some of the shots. Then I noticed the slim, young red head in the corner of the room........she was preparing the injections that I would be needing. The older, larger nurse was explaining that I would be receiving a total of 6 inoculations today and that since they could leave the muscles feeling really sore that they would be administering one in each arm with the other 4 in my buttocks. I began to wimper and beg them to only give me a couple today and promising that I would come back for the rest, but the nurse shook her head and explained that my mother had made specific arrangements for it to be done this way.
When I had gotten dressed this morning I had forgotten about my appointment that day and had worn long, tight sleeved shirt. The older nurse told me that since I would have trouble rolling them up and that they would need access to my butt shortly that I may as well strip down to my bra and panties for the shots. I was so embarassed but had no choice here so I did as I was told.
Then the young nurse came over and brought the tray with the 6 syringes on it. I could see them. They were various sizes and were lined up from smallest to largest on the tray.
I was told to sit in the chair and the older nurse swabbed my left arm with alcohol. Then she grabbed the smallest syringe, took the cover off of it and turned it towards my arm like a dart, all the while talking to the student nurse. Swiftly she jabbed it into my arm and I flinched slightly. She told me to hold still and relax my arm as it would hurt less in the long run. It didn't take long and she was done.
Then the student nurse went to my right side and swabbed my right arm. She jabbed the needle in and I moaned softly as I flinched. This time the medicine stung slightly as it was being injected. It took longer than the first one but was still over quickly.
Then I had to stand up and grab the back of the chair so I was slightly bent over. I could see that the cubicle curtain wasn't entirely closed and that some of the patients in the hallway passing by could see my bum. I got even more embarassed when the nurse grabbed the waist band of my panties and reefed them down to my knees.
The nurses alternated giving me the remaining shots in my creamy white buttocks. The older nurse went first by swabbing my left cheek, telling me to relax and start counting to 10. I got to number 3 and felt an incredible sting in my left buttock. I stifled a cry and she told me to keep counting. By the time I reached 10 the shot was over and the student nurse was swabbing my right side. Each shot was more painful than the one before and by the last one I was shaking and had tears running down my face. I was begging them to stop but they would not. For the last shot, the older nurse had to literally hold me down while the student had the privelage of stabbing me for the last time. I flinched so much when she poked me the last time that the needle came out. They called a male nurse in to help them to refrain me while I received my last shot. He grabbed me and laid me over his lap, holding my back and the back of my legs still while the older nurse held my feet so I couldn't kick. I felt the nurse reswab my buttocks and then swiftly jab the shot in. I couldn't move but I cried out in pain. The student nurse then seemed to take pleasure in taking her time injecting the thick, medicine into my ass. I was crying and carrying on so much that I could see a small audience had assembled outside the curtain to see what was going on. The needle was then pulled out and the other nurses let me go so I could stand up. The male nurse and the student nurse left the room. The older nurse watched me get dressed and explained that since two of the shots I was receiving for the first time that I would need to come back in 30 days for 2 more boosters. Then she told me that to make sure I had no reaction to any of the shots that I would have to sit in the waiting room for 15 minutes.
I walked red faced into the waiting room to face some of the people that had gathered to watch me get vaccinated, and had to sit on my already sore behind.......knowing the entire time that I would have to go through a similar experience again very soon.
"When I was a nursing student (19 yrs old), I volunteered to work at a vaccine test centre in Eastern Europe (Czech Republic). I ended up getting a complete series of travel immunizations while I was there. I became a pet patient (or should I say pin cushion) for my nursing supervisor who would administer several injections to me at least once every week. The most terrifying session I had with her was when she vaccinated my right upper arm with smallpox vaccine (the vaccine was deposited on the skin and repeatedly pricked painfully about 20 times with a needle - I later found out that 6 to 10 pricks are sufficent for 1st time vaccinations) and vaccinated my left upper arm with BCG (TB) vaccine (the vaccine was injected intracutaneously). Prior to this I had never been vaccinated with smallpox or BCG vaccine. My nursing supervisor said it was rare for someone like myself to not have any vaccination marks on their arms and seemed determined to change that ! I suggested that she vaccinate my thighs but she said that auto-innoculation risks (ie accidently transferring vaccine to other parts of the body, such as the eyes) were greater with a non-upper arm vaccination site. The very thought of getting vaccination scars on my tanned flawless skin of unknown size and shape only heightened my anxiety level ! (On both arms yet !) She reassured me it wouldn't be that bad. To minimize any possible side effects she injected me with Vaccina Globulin. This was given in 4 very large injections, one in each hip and one in each buttock, using thick 2 inch long 20 gauge hypodermic needles. She would slowly stick the hypos in all the way and inject very slowly. The syringes were the glass reusable type and the hypodermic needles were resterilizable and not very sharp ! The pain was so intense, I thought I was going to pass out. I cried the whole time. When I think back, I really think she enjoyed giving me those injections. To top it off, she even took a blood sample from me. I had very tender hips and buttocks for the next 3 days. I ended up with a medium sized smallpox vaccination scar on my right upper arm and a small BGC vaccination scar on my left upper arm. About 3 months later, I had a TB skin test on my left upper arm (to test the effectiveness of the BCG vaccination) which was so reactive that it left another scar. My fetish for injections and vaccination scars is due in large part to my experiences with this somewhat sadistic nursing supervisor. My adrenaline was always pumped up with my appointments with her and I always felt very good after each appointment.
"Judy and I had been chatting online for several weeks now. Last weekend, we finally got up the nerve to meet to discuss our mutual fantasies over coffee and cake, so I drove over the Denny's and waited like a shy schoolgirl for them to arrive. They were easy to spot. We said hello and went inside. I couldn't believe it; each of us was fascinated with the idea of receiving injections and we talked for over an hour about how we could arrange to do it together. Shelly worked for a medical practice and she agreed to obtain the supplies; Shelly also offered her apartment next week when her husband was away on a business trip. I (for what reason I'll never know) offered a digital camera. Plans having been made, we said our goodbyes and headed home. Two days later, our plans were in shambles. I was just sitting down to breakfast with my husband, who was reading the morning paper. "Look at this!" he said. "Denny's is in trouble once more." Oblivious, I asked: "What now?" My husband pointed to the paper. "One of their employees has hepatitis. They are asking everyone who ate there in the past 3 weeks to go to the Junior High School gym on Thursday to be treated. Fortunately, I will be out of town on that trip. Glad I didn't eat there." I didn't know what to say. I could wait for my husband to leave. As soon as I got to my consulting practice I emailed Judy and Shelly. We were all scared. We knew we had to get treated, but we were afraid of being recognized, as none of us were known to frequent Denny's. We decided to go together "” and early "” hoping we could be in and out before too many people arrived. We actually arrived several minutes early. We walked in, were directed to a table to fill out a form and were then ushered to an area to sit and wait. Beyond that area was a curtained off- section. We could guess what was behind the curtains. A woman appeared from behind the curtain and called for Shelly. After Shelly had been gone for about three minutes, someone called for Judy. I sat there alone "” frightened and embarrassed. I looked around and people were starting to arrive. Just as I thought I saw someone familiar, the woman appeared and called my name. I went with her behind the curtain. Off to the left was a doctor's scale with a small curtained off area behind it. The woman asked me to step on the scale. As I did, I saw Shelly exit from on of the other curtained areas. Her face was flushed and she was rubbing her right hip. The woman read my weight and called it out to someone who was standing behind a screen. She then said "2" and escorted me to one of the other curtained areas. As we walked towards that area, I heard Judy, sobbing: "Please, no more, it hurts, please!!" As I entered the small curtained area, I saw a table covered by a sheet. The woman led me to it and said: "Cathy, the nurse will be here in a minute to give you a shot of Gamma Globulin. Please lower you slacks and panties and lie face down on the table." Terrified by what I had just seen and heard, I tried to turn and argue with her, but she had already left. I slowly did as I was told and as I settled onto the table, I heard the nurse enter. "Cathy, this is a dose of Gamma Globulin to protect you from hepatitis. It is a large injection and will take some time to administer. It will help if you relax as much as possible. Which side would you like me to use?" "Neither," I thought to myself, but I whispered, "Left." "OK, honey," the nurse said as she swabbed me with the cold alcohol, "here comes a big stick." "Ouch!" I blurted as the needle entered my rear and made its way deep into the muscle. A few seconds later I felt a dull ache, which continued to build in intensity as time passed "” ever so slowly. I started to cry softly. I had not ever recalled an injection so painful "” even the penicillin shot I had been given as a teenager. "Please take it out!" I pleaded. "Just a little bit longer, Cathy. I know this is painful for you." Just as I was about to scream, I felt the needle come out and the cold alcohol swab press down on my very sore rear. "All finished, Cathy. Lie here for a minute and then you can pull up your pants and leave. Turn right as you exit the curtain." I did as I was told. Slowly I pulled up my panties and slacks, gingerly slid myself off the table and left to curtained room. Limping to the exit, I found Judy and Shelly there waiting for me. We hugged one another and, tears flowing freely. Shelly suggested we go to the Ladies Room a few doors up to straighten up. Entering, we saw we were alone. Judy lowered her pants and tried to look at her "wound". Looking at each other, Shelly and I lowered our slacks and we each looked, then touched, each other. Tears still flowing from what was obviously going to be three sore bottoms, we straightened ourselves up and headed for our cars before anyone saw us. But as we left the building, a strange thing happened. Shelly looked at Judy and me and asked: "We still on for next week?" We looked at one another, nodded "Yes." But as I started my car, I realized that I was not at the Junior High School, but in front of the Rec Building at Shelly's apartment complex. Alternately grinning and wincing, I went home to contemplate what might happen next.
It was about 5 p.m. when Kathleen called me in my office.
Kathleen told me that her pen friend Olga from Russia arrived this weekend and that she told her about me and my work as a doctor in the public health department and about the vaccinations I have given her a few weeks ago.
"Olga is a very nice girl, I am sure You will like her" she told me "Please be so kind vaccinate her. She comes from a poor family in Russia and doctors a very expensive there! She had not been vaccinated for years!!"
"Okay, Kathleen, please tell her that I will come an give her a basis immunization tomorrow at 8 p.m.!" I mentioned and we two talked about many other things, not being part of this story.
I prepared my baggage and took all the things for a good basis immunization with me. I decided that Olga will get two injections, one of them in the butt. So I took one syringe with a very long and thick needle and one of normal size.
Tomorrow came and it was a very calm day in my office.
At about 7 p.m. I finished my work, took the refrigerator box with the medicine for Olga and got into my car. It was a very warm day and I really enjoyed the journey.
Punctually "“ this was not typical for me- I arrived at Kathleens apartment and ringed at the door.
Kathleen opened the door: "Hi, thank You for coming" she said and gave me a lovely kiss. Then Olga entered the floor. She was a very beautiful girl:
Long blond hears, blue eyes, sportive body and a shy smile. She wore a short skirt and a sleevless top, both in black. I have never seen such an beauti0ful girl before!
"Hello Olga" , I said. Shy she gave me her hand and smiled.
We three went into the living room. Olga told me that she really enjoyed her holiday in
Germany and the friendly people there.
From time to time Olga smiled at me and somehow I felt that she liked me. Unfortunately Kathleen felt this too and became jealous. This is why I decided to vaccinate Olga now.
"Kathleen, please be so kind and my doctor `s suitcase and get the refrigerator box out of my car and bring it here" I said. Kathleen took the key and went out of the room.
Olga knew that this means that her vaccination will begin now.
Her smile decreased and her face got white. " I am afraid" she whispered.
I took her hand " Don't be afraid, we two will make this together.
In this moment Kathleen went back to our room. In her hands my doctor `s suitcase and the refrigerator box.
Kathleen, being a little bit sadistic, took place and started to smile, because she knew that Olga would get her painful injections now.
Olga sat there very straight with angry opened eyes.
"Well, Olga, we will start now. At first I will check up your body, is that okay for you?"
Olga looked down and whispered "okay!"
I asked her, to put her top off and so she sat before me with only a skirt.
She had wonderful breast and a great body.
I looked in her mouth, took her bloodpressure, listened her heart and lungs and came to the conclusion that she can be vaccinated. Kathleen with watching the whole procedure.
" Well, Olga, I will give You two injections now. One You must take in Your butt, the other You can choose.!"
I prepared the first injection and Olga looks terrified at the long needle. "Oh, no.." she whispered
"Olga, stand up now, lift up your skirt, put your panties down and stay before the table!"
Without saying an word she stood up and did as I told her."
Her wonderful butt and her long legs were directly in my direction. What a nice perspective, I thought.
I disinfected her left cheek and asked her to count up.
"Relax Your butt and count up two twenty!" I ordered.
"3" in this moment I put the needle into her wonderful cheek
"aaaaah- this hurts so much" she cried "please stop I cannot bear it any more!!"
But I did not stop.
Deeper and deeper the needle goes into her butt.
" Continue counting!!!!"
"4" "ah, please stop it burns so much!!" She was trembling, could not stand still, but I did not interrupt injecting the terribly burning medicine.
"Kathleen, hold her!" I shouted. Kathleen was amazed about the whole situation. She really enjoyed to hold her crying friend down.
Then I finished the injection. Olga, got more calm now. I wished away the tears in her face.
"This was the first one! But now I have to give You the second"
"But please not in the butt" she whined, " I am sure I wont be able to sit for the next days..
"Where Do You wanna get it" I asked her.
"No matter, but not in butt please" she answered.
"Okay, Kathleen. Please decide, where she should get the second one" I mentioned to sweet Kathleen, while preparing the second injection.
"Give it into her breast" she answered and smiled sadistically.
"Well Olga, please sit down at this chair!" Olga trembled, but did as I told.
"Now sit straight and put you're your hand behind the lean!" Her face got ,more and more terrified. In this moment Kathleen went behind her and held her hands together.
I disinfected her left breast, she was trembling and breathing very fast.
"Relax now!!" I told her and in this moment I put the needle slowly into her breast.
"Ah" she whispered and slowly I injected the medicine.
"Is that okay?" I asked.
"Yes, of course" she answered and tried to smile.
I drew out the needle and told her that it is over now.
"Thanks, Dr." she said. "No matter!" I answered and looked to Kathleen.
"Well Kathleen. And now it is Your turn!
"What? Me? Why?" she asked, really surprised.
" It is time for Your flu- shot!" I answered
"Olga, where do You want Kathleen, to get the shot?" I asked Olga.
Olga smiles.. "