“I see he’s a smart ass. That too shall change.”
“Ah, I’m sorry Mistress.”
“Open your mouth.”
She looked inside, pushing out my cheeks a little with her fingers.
“Stick out your tongue,” she told me, as she used the handle of her whip as a tongue depressor. Then she looked in my eyes by pulling down my lower eye lids and pushing up the others.
“You’re extremely anemic. You lack iron in your system.”
She walked over to a cupboard and brought out a clear glass bottle and small syringe. She held up the bottle and drew about 3 cc’s out into the syringe.
“Bend over.”
She wiped my butt with alcohol and jabbed the needle in hard and deep.
“You’ll get a shot like that every Sunday.”
“May I see the bottle, Mistress?”
“What’s the matter? You don’t trust me?
“It’s not that.”
She handed
