Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Nurse/Treatment/Boy
It seemed she’s telling the truth, and seeing how easy it is to make her flustered, you could wait a few minutes before taking your prize. You smiled at her and quickly went behind one of the sliding curtains, sitting on one of the beds and waited. From your position you had a good view of the rest of the room, and it was unlikely someone would notice you, the curtains were well designed to provide privacy.
Not even a minute after you hiding, and the nurse fixing her clothes, that she turned toward the door.
“Hello there, come on in!” she greeted, and soon a little boy entered your field of view. He was really small, so young he had to be in the kindergarten class, “you came all this way on your own?” continued Andrea, taking the note the little boy offered her.
“I have to return to class,” said the voice of a woman from the door, outside your view, “could you bring him back when you’re done?”
“Sure, it won’t take long,” agreed Andrea, and you could hear the door closing.
The boy stood there, his big eyes exploring the infirmary, taking note of all the weird devices there.
“I’m gonna ask you a few questions, ok? and after we’re done you can have a lollipop,” offered Andrea.
The little boy smiled and nodded with enthusiasm.
“Ok! So first of all, what’s your name?”
“I’m Ruben!” said the boy with confidence, this was clearly an outgoing child.
“Ok… Reuben Eckels…” repeated Andrea, writing on a clipboard, and clearly copping the information from the note the boy had given her, “and how old are you, Reuben?”
The boy thought for a bit and finally raised a hand with four fingers up.
“Ohhh! You’re a big boy, aren’t you?” commented Andrea, still writing on the clipboard. She clearly had some experience dealing with small children, “is this your first time in the infirmary?”
The boy nodded, but then spoke, “Mommy let me sleep there one day,” he said, pointing straight at you, and for a bit you were worried he had seen you.
“Your mommy is a teacher, right?”
“Yep!” he paused and continued in a more subdue way, “daddy too, but I don’t like his room.”
“Well, you need to grow a lot before going to their classrooms,” Andrea put the clipboard down, “now I need to check you up, have you ever gone to the doctor?”
Reuben’s face showed a bit of doubt as he nodded.
“Don’t worry, it won’t hurt and afterwards I’ll give you your lollipop, Ok?” said the nurse, standing up and walking to the child, who once more was smiling at the mention of the candy, “arms up!” instructed Andrea, and quickly took off the little boy’s shirt, took him in her arms and sat him in her chair, “now your shoes and socks,” she described as she continued undressing the boy, “and finally your pants and undies,” she said, taking the last cover of the boy, “wow, you really are a big boy,” she said, playfully tickling his sides and making the boy squirm.
“I don’t wet the bed!” he assured, getting off the chair and away from Andrea’s tickling fingers, either the boy had yet to develop any sense of modesty, or he was used to getting naked at the doctor’s office. Or perhaps Andrea was much better with children than you give her credit for.
You could finally see the naked boy standing there, he still had a little bit of baby fat around his middle, and other than his chestnut hair his body was completely bald. From the back it was impossible to tell if his little ass belonged to a boy or a girl, and from the front his tiny penis almost disappeared between his legs.
“Now come here,” instructed Andrea, walking to the corner of the room, where the weighing and height scale was, “don’t worry, I won’t tickle but I need to measure you.”
Reuben followed her, he was clearly more curious about the apparatus than concerned about himself, which made Andrea’s work much easier, as he was more than willing to stand still while she weighted and measured him, noting the result on her clipboard.
“Very good job!” congratulated him Andrea while getting him out of the scale, “one last question, how often do you get a stiffy?” she asked.
The boy just looked at her, clearly not understanding.
“I mean, how often does this get hard?” she rephrased, gently grabbing his tiny penis between her fingers.
Reuben laughed and twisted out of her reach, “No tickle!” he said, and when Andrea just stood there, waiting for an answer, he continued, a little ashamed, “it gets hard when I pee… sometimes… but I don’t pee the bed!”
“That’s fine,” assured Andrea, “it might be getting a bit itchy for some time, but don’t worry, it’s normal,” Reuben’s face showed he wasn’t too sure, “you can just scratch it, don’t worry.”
“I’m not supposed to touch it,” said Reuben, for the first time covering his privates with his hands.
“You scrub it when you shower, right?” retorted Andrea, still smiling.
The boy just nodded, apparently thinking hard about the nurse’s words.
“Then you can scratch it there as well,” she finished.
Reuben’s eyes got big, like that was a revelation, and soon his smile returned and his hands let go of his privates.
“Ok! we’re almost done!” she happily informed the child, “now, before I give you your lollipop, I need you to drink this,” she said, taking a couple of vials from the freezer and mixing them with some water in a paper cup, “don’t worry, it’s tasty,” she assured the boy, who took the cup and started drinking without hurry.
“It taste weird,” said the little boy.
“Just finish it and you can get your treat,” insisted Andrea, being very careful that he really did finish and didn’t spill any, “good job!” she said with a smile as she took the empty cup from the boy and produced a lollipop like a magic trick, “and here’s your prize!”
The boy gave a happy cry as he took the candy and unwrapped it, quickly making it disappear in his mouth.
“Ouch!” he said, the lollipop still in his mouth, as he tried to turn around. Only then did you notice Andrea had an empty syringe in one hand, while the other rubbed a cotton ball on his small ass. She had some serious slight of hand abilities.
“There, there,” she said, “it was just a little prick, and now we’re finished,” she said, hugging the naked boy and caressing his little ass. You couldn’t see his face, but it didn’t appeared he was crying, “now let’s get you dressed and back to class so you can enjoy your lollipop.”
With the same efficiency she had stripped him naked she quickly put the clothes back on the boy, and it didn’t escape your attention that his little penis was a little more stiff as she put on his underwear. Could the treatment be already working, or was it just an innocent reaction.
As soon as the boy was decent, she took his hand and they both walked out the door. You had no idea this fertility treatment was so simple, perhaps you should ask the nurse more about it when she returned.