0 comments/ 259724 views/ 17 favorites School Nurse By: MannyBoy It was early in the morning and I slowly trudged along to the nurses' office as I did every morning. It became a ritual I would walk in set my bag down and do odd jobs for her during the coarse of that first period. How was I to know that today would be any different? "Well good morning Manny!" said Mrs. Hayes the school nurse to me with a wide smile. "How was your weekend? What did you do to celebrate your 18th birthday?" A huge grin spread across my face because now I could tell her that I had had quite a weekend. "My friends and I all got together at my place and first went to 'Le Palace'." Mrs. Hayes looked over at me with wide eyes. Le Palace is a very well known strip club in our city. "How'd you like that?" she said trying to act as though it really didn't matter all that much. I could tell though that she was interested by the glint I saw in her eye when I had said the words. "It was incredible, we went just for the fun of it and see what there was to do. Stefano offered to pay for a lap-dance for me from any girl of my choosing." I said enthusiastically. "Really? What was the girl like? Tell me about her." She said with more interest in her voice. "Well for the longest time I've had this thing for blondes, they drive me crazy. I also wanted a girl with large breasts and around the age of 30." While I was telling her about my preference Mrs. Hayes began to blush because she was noticing more and more that the girl I had chosen looked a lot like her. Mrs. Hayes has dirty blonde hair that reaches just past her shoulders. She has fair skin dotted with freckles all over the places, which made me wonder where else those freckles touched. Her breasts were a good size C just enough for a good feel. Finally, her ass was just made for fondling. She was perfect. "Oh yeah? Could you find one?" she said with a blush. "Yeah that was just so unbelievably good. After it I couldn't get up, she had me so worked up." I held my breath and wondered if I had said too much. "Oh my goodness. But I'm sure no one would have noticed anything if you did. To be honest Manny it can't be THAT big." She moved slowly to the other side of the office and started closing the door. "Don't want the little kids listening to our conversation. So go on tell me what was it like?" I swallowed hard. Could this really be happening here in school? No way! "Well we talked for a little while about how it was my birthday and I was so nervous. Then she did something I wouldn't have expected in my life. She said, 'Don't worry I'll treat you well' and she started rubbing my crotch. It was incredible." Mrs. Hayes looked down at my pants for a second and looked back at me. "Then what?" "Well the show on stage ended and that meant that she could get started on my dance. I was so nervous by the time she got back. She smiled at me and gave me a kiss. Then the song started in the background and she started dancing around. Her hips and ass just kept rubbing over the crotch of my pants that I couldn't help it, and" I swallowed hard. "Well? Come on Manny. Don't be shy!" She started moving her chair closer to me. At this point I could feel my cock getting hard in my pants. "And so my thing just made a huge bulge on the leg of my pant. She must have felt it because she kept running her hands over my shaft through my pants. Almost as if she was… well you know." I looked down a bit embarrassed. "Like she was jerking you off?" I looked up to see Mrs. Hayes' eyes on my crotch and she liked her lips. Oh my God she isn't thinking about my cock is she? "Yeah…" I looked back down and I noticed that you could easily see the lump on the leg of my pant. My cock as in plain view to Mrs. Hayes and she was actually staring at it. "So she was stroking your cock… I mean your penis through your pants? That must have felt good. I can see it did because you're re-living it right now, here in-front of me." I must have turned deep red and very ashamed because she did something I never would have expected from someone that worked in my school. She got up quickly and sat next to me and put her hand on my thigh. "You don't have to be ashamed about that Manny. It looks like you're a healthy young man with intense hormones. Usually guys your age have to masturbate about two or three times a day to keep their sanity." I didn't know what to say. I was completely speechless. "I guess." "Do you masturbate at home Manny?" she said and gave my thigh a nice squeeze. "Yeah… But I usually don't have much time to do it. So I might get away with once a day." I couldn't believe I was talking to Mrs. Hayes, the woman of my fantasies, about how often I jerked off. "Well I have an offer for you Manny. If you don't want to it's all right and we can forget the whole thing ever happened. But lately my husband and I haven't been doing much of anything if you understand my meaning." She slowly ran her hand up to just above the tip of my cock. "So would you like if I milked your cock every morning for you?" I must have looked very dumb because the next second she was pushing my lower chin up to meet my mouth. I tried to speak but just began stuttering. "Y-y-yeah. I would like that very much." Mrs. Hayes smiled. But it wasn't a normal typical happy smile. I could see lust growing inside of her something that made me even more excited. "Stand up in-front of me Manny and slowly take those pants off. We don't want to stain them do we?" "I guess not." I slowly got up and stood in front of her face. I slowly started to pull down my zipper and undo the button on my pants. She started to pull my pants down for me. I could take much more I thought I was going to blow my wad right there in my boxers just inches away from her face. "Relax Manny. You'll enjoy it more if you do." Her hand went over my stiff prick through my boxers. I let out a deep breath and tried to calm down. "I might cum soon." "I know sweetheart. Don't worry I'll take care of everything." She then slid my boxers down to my knees and my cock sprang right onto her lips. My body jerked it was all that I had in me just to stop myself from shooting off. "That's a hot prick Manny. How did it get so hard? Is it because you are thinking about that girl? Or is it because of me?" "It's definitely hard because of you Mrs. Hayes. I think about you every night when I get to jerk my cock. I think of you sucking on it or running it between your tits." "You want me to suck your cock don't you Manny? You want this old woman to stick that dirty, hot, thick prick deep into my mouth don't you?" she liked the tip of it sending a chill down my spine. "Oh please Mrs. Hayes suck my cock for me. Please let me feel your lips around my cock." I almost begged her. She smiled wickedly at me and let my cock slide slowly between her full red lips. I was in paradise watching my cock disappear down her throat. She started jerking me off while bobbing her head on it. I could hear my cock slapping against her chin as she worked. I knew it wouldn't be long before I came. "Ohhh. Wow Mrs. Hayes. I'm going to cum very soon. Oh God yeah, suck my cock." I started to move my hips almost fucking her face with my cock. She quickly pulled her lips off my cock. "Yes Manny I want you to cum in my mouth. It's been so long since I've tasted a man." She started sucking my cock even harder. And now I know why she had said milk my cock before. It literally felt as though she was milking for my man-sauce. I couldn't hold on any longer. My balls tightened and my eyes shut tight I thrust one last time before I felt the torrent of cum just blasting out of my cock, spurt by thick spurt. Mrs. Hayes started swallowing frantically keeping it all in her mouth and sending it down her throat. After what seemed an eternity, I opened my eyes to see Mrs. Hayes wiping bits of cum that had fallen out of her mouth and swallowing them with a smile. "How'd you like that Manny?" "It was incredible!" I put my boxers and pants back on just in time to hear the bell ring. "Mrs. Hayes," I said as I was walking out the door, "can we do this again?" She flashed me a huge smile, "Any time that you feel as though you need it I'll be here for you sweetheart. Just drop your pants and I'll get on my knees." Every day after that I've gotten the chance to shoot my wad all over her. Whenever I have a huge test she lets me take out my nerves on her sweet soft ass. School Nurse All through Elementary School I had a crush on our School Nurse, She was probably in her mid 30's then. I was in love with her from the first grade, well as love as a boy that age can be with a woman. I would fake getting sick just so I could see her. She was always as nice as anyone could be and so tender when she administered what ever nursing expertise she felt was needed. For 6 years I saw her every chance I could, and what boy in his right mind wouldn't? She was tall and had beautiful thick Brown hair, her eyes as Blue as the sky on a bright summers day. And a body that even at an early age I knew it could make any man happy! I left Grade school with deep regret, thinking I would never get to see the woman of my dreams again. As it turned out I was wrong, my nephew ended up going to the same School I had as a child. I had just gotten out of the Service, 3 years in the Navy. My sister had some things to take care of that day and asked if I could pick little Ray up from School. "Sure, don't have anything else to do. And it would be nice to see the old school again!" I drove over and checked in at the office, every one that had been there when I was enrolled there had retired or quit I guess, because I didn't recognize any of them. I was about 20 minutes early, so I waited in the hallway. And who walked by, Miss. Smith. Still as beautiful as I remembered, a little older, but she sure did wear it well. It had been about 13 or 14 years since I had last seen her, she had streaks of gray at her temples, and a few laugh lines around her eyes, but nothing else had changed about her, sh was still as sexy as I remembered her being. She smiled when she saw me, "Well if it isn't Little Robert Marshall, all grown up. You sure grew up to be a handsome young man didn't you!" I blushed, and could not believe she remembered me. Well, how could she forget the biggest hypochondriac ever. I smiled and went up and gave her a hug. We talked a couple of minutes and she had to go back to her office, when I turned back to the bench in the hall I stumbled over a child. In trying not to fall on him I ended up jumping over and falling myself. I landed wrong on my wrist and slightly twisted my ankle. Great, just what I need. A teacher happened to witness the incident and ushered me to the nurses office. When Miss. Smith saw me she asked. "Up to your old tricks Robert?" "No Ma'am, I fell over a kid in the hall. Almost broke my neck." I told her, feeling like a goof! "Well let me take a look." Leading me to the examination room. She took my boot off, and examined my ankle, saw that it was swelling a little, then checked out my wrist. While checking out my arm and wrist I noticed she was a little closer to me than was really necessary. Not that I minded a bit, she always smelled so good and today was no different. When her head leaned down to look at my wrist, I instinctively leaned forward and smelled her hair, my nose brushed it when I did. When she felt it she looked up at me, our faces only inches away from each other, I couldn't help myself. Seeing those bright blue eyes staring at mine, I leaned closer and kissed her. Her full lips accepted the kiss and returned it. Her mouth opened and I felt her tongue slip into my mouth, I could not believe I had actually kissed her. Miss Smith, the woman of my childhood fantasies and she was kissing me back. I put my arm around her and pulled her to me, our mouths hot for each others. She smelled so good and tasted like a Mint breath freshner. Her hands went to my hair, and she grabbed the back of my head as she kissed me. I had nothing to lose but her respect, so I moved my hand down to her fine ass and gave it a squeeze. I felt her push against me and her tongue was working on mine. It is a good thing we were in the back examination room and the door was closed. I wouldn't want her in trouble for this, but I was too hot for her to give it any more thought. I pulled the back of her white nurses uniform up and felt her panties, her ass so soft and warm in my hands. Her breath sweet and her mouth hot and wet as she told me, "Robert, if we go on, we have to hurry. I can't afford to get caught in such a position." I nodded yes that I indeed understood and I stuck my hand inside the back of her panties, feeling her fine soft ass. I slid my finger down the crack of her ass, and she pushed it against my hand. I felt her hands undoing my pants while we kissed and petted like teenagers. Hurrying, not wanting to get caught and not wanting to delay what we both wanted. My cock had been hard since I first kissed her and when her hand reached it I could have driven nails with it I watched as she bent down and put it in her mouth, her hand worked on my balls and her tongue swirled around the head of my hard cock. I ran my hands through her thick brown hair as she sucked me, she only did it for a couple of minutes, then she rose up and kissed me again. My hands went to her breasts, I felt the hard nubs of her nipples through her uniform and bra as I squeezed them. I was sitting on the examination table, she had me slide back a bit then took her white panties off. Not old lady panties, but nice french cut ones. I saw her hairy bush come into view when she got on the table with me. Her legs open to sit on my cock, I went to touch her pussy. "Robert, we don't have time for foreplay, just fuck me! I want you to fuck me now!" I didn't think that she had time to get excited and wet, but I wrong. She held her hairy pussy lips open and slid down on my thick cock. She was so hot and tight as she slid down on it, a leg on each side of my waist. Her pretty blue eyes closed as I filled her completely. I reached to her breasts and pulled them as she began to fuck me. I was sorry this would not be a slow and long experience but was wouldn't have traded this moment for any other I had ever had in my life. Miss. Smith, the beautiful school nurse that I had been in love with as a child was riding my cock like a woman possessed. Right here in the school's nurses office, She leaned over and kissed me. Her hot pussy sliding up and back down on me all while gripping it tightly. "I've always wanted to do this Robert, I've always wanted to fuck someone in my office. It's been a fantasy of mine for years. Now fuck me Robert, fuck me hard!" Hell, it had been my fantasy to fuck Miss. Smith since I was in the first grade! I didn't want to disappoint her, I gave her my best. Her hips slamming on mine as she got wetter and wetter. I could hear the juices as they sloshed in her pussy. A sucking noise as she pulled up, this woman was fucking hot, I knew she would be when I was only a kid. I grabbed her tight ass and pulled her to me as we fucked, her hips sliding forward on my pubic bone then back again, and her breath came faster as her tight pussy slammed on me. Her hand went to her clit and she helped herself along towards her orgasm. I saw her pink tipped clit as she rubbed it and she moaned to me in her sexy voice. "Now Robert, fuck me now Robert! Oh God, I'm cumming now, Yes, yes now, fuck me harder now!!!" I fucked her with all the force I could as her weight fell on me and her pussy ground on my pelvis, our pubic hair mixed with each others as we fucked with all the lust that had been building in me for years. Miss Smith came again almost crying out as she did and I was not far behind. "Oh yes Miss. Smith, now, I'm going to cum now!" She jumped off me and put her mouth on my cock, sucking it deep and her hand wrapped around the base of it, jacking me off as she sucked. it felt like I came in buckets, I had not had sex in over 2 months since getting out of the Navy, other than jacking off a few times. She swallowed it all but a few drops that escaped her full lips, Her brown hair flashing in the sunlight that came from the window as her head bounced on my cock. She milked it dry and still she sucked, if only we had more time. I wanted to eat the furry bush that had just fucked me so well. When she finally stopped sucking it she looked up at me from her knees and smiled. I have never seen such a sexy thing in my life, those beautiful blue eyes looking up at me so innocently and a drop of my cum on her full bottom lip. She got up and kissed me again, I tasted my own cum as her tongue dug into my eager mouth. We broke our kiss and I got up to pull my pants up. I reached down and got her panties off the floor to hand them to her. "Keep them Robert, a little something to remember this by." I stuck them in my pocket turned and hugged her tightly. "Thank you Miss Smith, You always had the best cure for what ailed me. And if I get to feeling badly again I know where to come for help!" Miss. Smith gave me her home phone number as I was leaving her office. "Call me Friday if you have time!" I went and got little Ray since the bell had rung a few minutes before. My wrist and ankle didn't seem to bother me much as I left the School Nurses Office! Authors Note: This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. It was only written for, You the Reader and my own enjoyment only! I do NOT believe in, or participate in Incest, Violence towards Women OR the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not! If you enjoyed this story, please drop me an email with any suggestions or fantasies you would like to read about. Yes, I am a warped individual, but at least I still have my sense of humor! ;-) School Nurse My wife of twelve years decided to end our marriage and move out with our two daughters with some guy she works with. Man. I was really fucking pissed, drinking every night to forget how sad and lonely I'm. One day while working I get a call from my ex and she needs me to go pick up our youngest from school due to the fact she was not feeling well. So I left work to go pick her up and page the school office to let me in. I walked straight to the nurses office, my daughter lying on a cot taking a little nap. "Hello, I'am Ms. Greene the head nurse." Said the woman behind the desk. "Hi, I'm Bill Murphy." I replied. "What is wrong with my daughter?" "Looks to be she has that nasty little stomach bug that is going around the school." She replied as she pushed away from her desk. "Any special instructions?" I ask. "No, just make sure she has a lot of fluid to drink." She replied. Now I notice how attractive this woman is, she stands next to me at around five feet tall, should length brunette hair, green eyes. Her figure looks nice for a woman who was probably a few years older than my thirty-two years. I estimated her age at forty-five to fifty years of age. I saw no wedding ring on her finger. So I threw caution into the wind and decided to see if I could maybe talk this lovely woman into a dinner date. "Did you say it was Ms. Greene?" I asked. "Yes it is." She replied. "I would have figured an attractive woman like yourself would be married." I prodded. "I have been divorced for a few years now." She said now turning her attention toward me. "Well I was just wondering if you would care to join me for dinner later, I have not dated since my divorce and I would love it if you would do me the honor of being the first?" I asked again. "Wow this sure is some surprise!" She exclaimed. "My daughter is always telling me I should date again, yet I have not done so. I guess it would be all right, you seem to be a nice man and your girls are great kids." "Great should I pick you up around seven then?" I asked. "That would be great, let me write down my address for you." She said bending down to scribble on one of those post it notes. "Is this formal or casual? "I think casually would be a good start." I laughed. "I do too." She chuckled. We woke my daughter up and I carried her book bag out to the car, I had to admit despite having a sick little girl on my hands the rest of the day I felt like I was walking on air. I took her back to my apartment and a few hours later her mother came to pick her up, even her nasty bitchy attitude could not ruin my good mood. After she left, I got ready for my date, I took a shower, shaved and then got dressed. I made sure I was casual wearing a pair of jeans and a nice button up a shirt. I grabbed my keys and drove over to her house, on the way I stopped at a florist and grabbed a nice bouquet of flowers. When I arrived at her house, she let me in and my jaw nearly hit the floor, she looked absolutely stunning. She did not have much makeup on when I first saw her, now she had her face painted as if it was a masterpiece. She had a tight white tank top on and a button up a shirt as well, which was unbuttoned. Her jeans fit her just right and she wore a pair of black leather boots that added a couple inches to her height. "Aw, for me." She said to take the flowers from me. "You shouldn't have." "I just wanted to make a good impression." I replied. "Well-let I get these into a vase and then I will be right back." She said to leave the room. "Ready to go." I said offering my arm when she returned. "Sure are." She replied with her beautiful smile. We ate at a nice steak house that also had a nice bar that usually had sports on several different televisions. Dinner was excellent and we made really good conversation throughout the meal, after deserts I asked if she would like to go into the bar and continue talking. She agreed and we went to a nice secluded booth to continue to get to know each other. I found out many things about her such as her age was fifteen years more than mind, once we cleared the air that it did not make any difference to either of us we continued to talk. At first I had a couple of beers but then switched to coffee for the remainder of our time there. She however continued to drink wine, it was starting to approach midnight yet I did not want this night to end. I felt I could have known this woman all of my life with all the things we talked about, yet we both agreed that I should take her home. We arrived to her house and I got out of my car, I ran around to the other side of it and opened her a door. I offered her my arm and escorted her to her front door, to my surprise she gave me a soft kiss on the lips. "Would you like to come in and continue to talk?" She asked. "Sure I would love that, I'm not tired in the least." I answered. "Great I will make some coffee, you just sit on the couch and make yourself comfortable." She instructed opening the door. I settled in on the couch and waited for her to return from the kitchen, she did this time minus the shirt she had on for the date and carrying a tray with a coffee service. I got up and took it from while she cleared a place off on the coffee table so I could set it down. Like the restaurant we talked about everything that could come to mind, we covered politics to religion. We both talked about her children, our failed marriages and why neither of us dated after the divorce. Before either of us knew it, we sat there until three o clocks in the morning, we looked at the time and laughed. "Wow I have not done this in a long time." She said. "I think I could talk for a few more hours." I laughed aloud. "I think we both are needing a sick day tomorrow." She chuckled as well. "Well now that I know a nurse, I should not have much trouble finding good health care." I looked into her eyes at that moment. "What?" She asked expectantly. "Can I kiss you again?" I asked. "Always the perfect gentlemen." She answered. "Yes I would like it very much if you were to kiss me again." I leaned and kissed her full on the lips, at first she seemed to hesitate, then as I reached up and put my arm around her she relaxed. I don't know if she was going to allow this to turn into a lengthy make out sessions so I took full advantage of every moment. I pulled her to me and held her tightly with one arm, as we kissed I rubbed it up and down her back. She made soft mewing sounds as I parted her lips and slid my tongue into her mouth, I was surprised she did not pull away. I then changed arms and put my other arm around her and rubbed my now free hand up and down the sides of her arms and legs. Now or never I decided I was going to see how much further I could push this. With my free hand I gently untucked enough of her shirt and ran it up to her bra clad breast, it was surprisingly firm as I gently squeezed it. Once again she mewed but made no attempt to stop me from exploring her tits. I found that her bra hooked in the front and manipulated it to come unhooked, the sensation of touching her bare breast and her hardening nipples almost caused me to cum in my pants. I slid my hand now down her flat stomach and unbuttoned her jeans, then I pulled down the zipper. To my surprise she leaned backwards on the couch and pulled me down with her, this gave my hand better access to get down inside her pants. Wow this really conservative woman or so I thought had very little hair down there, soon I found her fat puffy, pussy lips, I spread them apart and began to rub her wet pussy. She broke our kiss and was panting softly as I was not rubbing my hand over her clit. "We should continue this in my bed." She panted. Without saying anything I stood up and bent down, being almost six feet tall and two hundred pounds it was easy for me to sweep her tiny frame off the couch. I carried her upstairs and she directed me to which direction was her bedroom. She had a spacious bedroom with a large poster bed, I set her down on it, then pulled off my shirt. She on the other hand threw the pillows and then quickly got up to pull the bed spread back. By the time she did this I was now completely naked, my hard cock pointing toward her. She turned to me and smiled at the sight of me naked waiting for her, she pulled her shirt off. Her breasts looked beautiful as she slid the bra off of her arms, then she pulled her pants off and then her panties. "Wow you are so beautiful." I whispered. "Thank you." She said. "You are the first man to see me naked since my husband." "Well I'm not disappointed." She giggled, at the sight of my hard cock. The big comment did not surprise me, my ex wife used to tell me the only thing we had going good for us in our marriage was my eight-inch cock. She laid down on the bed and reached over to shut off the lamp by the bedside. I climbed into bed with her and we wrapped our arms around each other, we started kissing passionately again. I kissed and licked her neck, then went to work on her tits, she kept moaning and encouraging me to her breasts. Then I kissed down her stomach and she instinctively spread her legs, then she moaned aloud. "Are you going to do what I think you are going to do?" She moaned her question. "Yes I'm, your pussy is very beautiful and I want to taste you." I told her. "No one has ever tasted my pussy." She said. "Trust me. You will enjoy this." I promised her. I spread her pussy lips apart and began to lick up and down her slit savoring the musky wetness of her cunt. Then I went to work on her clit, as I thought it would be very sensitive to my tongue, she tensed as it flicked over it for the first time. Then she relaxed as I licked and sucked vigorously on her clit, soon she was thrashing her cunt all over my face soaking more juice. She shuddered with a powerful orgasm and continued to lick her clit until it subsided, then I climbed up and slid my cock into her slick pussy all the way to my balls. Her short shapely legs wrapped tightly around my waist as my cock worked in and out of her. Her long nails raked up and down my back, she was moaning aloud with every thrust of my love missile. We fucked in the missionary position until she had another earth shattering orgasm, she whispered into my ear that she wanted to get on top. I got off of her and she climbed on top of my cock, she bounced up and down on my cock at first slow. Then she really started to bounce up and down faster and faster, she was giving me the ride of my life. I took every opportunity to play with her tits and cup her nice round ass, she was creaming her cum all over my cock as she rode it. "Ohgods this feels so fucking good, you have to fuck me doggie style next, please fuck me doggie style." She did not have to beg any longer. She climbed off of my cock and I got her up on all fours, I then teased her as I rubbed my cock up and down her wet pussy slit. She giggled due to the fact that maybe this action tickled and then she pushed her ass back toward me. "Fuck me, please fuck me with that big cock." She begged again. I slid my cock into her wet pussy and grabbed on either side of her hips, I started with long slow thrusts but soon was encouraged to fuck her harder and faster. My cock was now pounding in and out of her so fast and hard she was screaming she could feel it in her throat. "Oh fuck babies I'm going to empty my fucking balls into you." I said aloud. "Yes, Yes, Yes, I'm cumming, shoot you cum, let's cum together, oh fuck me, fuck me." She said. "Aug!" I shouted aloud as me cum burst several large loads into her. We both collapsed on her bed and I pulled her into my arms, we kissed and held each other for several long moments. "I have only been with my husband, I would have divorced him sooner if I knew a man was out the that could fuck me like that." She said running her fingers through the hair on my chest. "It is not hard when I have a woman as hot as you to make love to." I replied. We kissed for a few minutes and then she grabbed a cordless phone off of her night stand, she called in sickly to work. Then she handed me the phone and I did the same, leaving a voice mail for my boss. We went right to sleep after that holding onto each other tightly. It must have been around ten in the morning when I finally awoke, what had awaken me were the slurping sounds of my new lover sucking my cock. I looked down at her lovingly sucking my hard cock in and out of her mouth, she stroked it up and down with her small hands. I reached down with my hand and urged her to suck it harder and faster. "Oh baby what a way to wake me up." I groaned in pleasure. I stopped just short of me cumming in her mouth and she climbed on top of cock, only this time she rode it at a slower pace than she did last night. She held and squeezed her breast and my hands rubbed her ass cheeks. "Oh I think I'm going to love this big cock of yours." She moaned as she came. "I think it loves you too." I said. She climbed off of me and instead of letting me fuck her some more she went back to sucking my cock. I let her lick and suck her cunt juices off of my cock, she really had a very skilled mouth for cock sucking. "You tasted me last night I want to taste the nectar from your balls, cum in my mouth honey." She said. With that she started sucking me harder and faster, all the while pumping my cock with her hand. Soon I tensed up and began emptying my load into her mouth, she drank as much of it as she could, then she swallowed it down. After she did that she went back down and cleaned my softening cock off. "I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship." I said. "Just wait until lunch." She said crawling back up to me. We shared a few kisses and then we fell back to sleep, savoring the feeling of being in each other arms. The End. School Nurse's Extra Duties Stephanie Roberts pushed her bicycle into the rack, locked it with a chain and made her way into her office. She was never quite sure what to call it – it was partly her office, partly the school sick room, in the old days it would have been called the sanatorium but that seemed a bit fusty these days. However, it suited her very nicely indeed – a stand-alone building in the extensive grounds of Wellborough School affording extensive views of the school playing fields and the woods behind. Not for the first time she thought how fortunate she had been to get this job after more than a decade of working long and antisocial hours in the NHS. She had married seven years ago and now had two little girls to look after and wanted to be able to devote time to their upbringing, an ambition that was somewhat at odds with the hours and frenetic pace of a large teaching hospital. She had enjoyed the challenge when she was starting out and undoubtedly the training had been invaluable but now it was time to spend more time with Nick and the girls. When the post at Wellborough had come to her attention she was just finishing her second period of maternity leave and she had applied immediately and had been offered the job. It was perfect for her; three days a week but only in term time, she arrived at 10 and left at 4 and it was an easy ten minute cycle from home along back roads, which was helping to restore her fitness. Mostly she was looking after some cuts and bruises sustained on the playing fields, the regular vaccination programme, the occasional more serious illness or injury and there was one further aspect to her job that suited her interests very well. She entered her office and pulled the blinds closed, shutting out the spring sun that was now streaming in. She stripped off her cycling wear and stood appraisingly in front of the full length mirror. She had got her figure back quite quickly after the second birth – the cycling had helped with that although she had always been quite sporty and liked to think she had retained an innate level of fitness through both pregnancies. She had good legs with slim ankles and shapely calves that complemented her five foot nine inch height. There were a few stretch marks on her stomach that would be with her for the rest of her life but they weren't too noticeable and her weight was back down to just a few pounds more than when she and Nick had been married. Her breasts were a bit fuller now at a 36C but she wasn't complaining about that and nor did Nick. She turned round and looked at herself over her shoulder; her bottom was nicely firm and curvy but definitely too big - but then she had always thought that. Whenever she commented on it to Nick he inevitably replied that too big was just perfect as far as he was concerned but then he looked at bottoms in terms of target areas. Her dark brown hair had just a hint of auburn and sat stylishly just on her shoulders, accentuated by her blue eyes. Not too bad for 36 she felt, even though she wouldn't have minded losing a few more pounds as long as they didn't come off her boobs but annoyingly they never came off her bottom. Stephanie stepped into the small bathroom that led off her office and into the shower, washing off the sweat that had accumulated on her bike ride and shampooing her hair. Once she had washed off all the soap and shampoo she turned the dial until the water was near its coldest and hopped from leg to leg breathing hard and fast while the icy needles massaged her skin. It was a bit shocking at first but her body rapidly acclimatised and when she switched off the water thirty seconds later she felt a warming glow suffuse her body and her mind seemed clearer than when she had entered. It was part of her ritual to get her day off to a good start. She stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel on the rail, drying her hair and then the rest of her, before wrapping the towel round herself and walking back out into her office, chucking her sweaty cycling gear into a linen basket. Her office was really rather well equipped – another plus point to the job – and she pulled open a cupboard door to reveal her work clothes. Although Stephanie had left the NHS she did feel more professional in the standard (or almost standard) nursing uniform and had taken (by agreement) her old uniform and a spare with her when she left the hospital. With a touch of vanity and a willingness to put her best assets on discreet display, she had taken the hems up to three inches above the knee before starting at Wellborough. She was also something of a traditionalist where hosiery was concerned and preferred wearing stockings and suspenders to tights. Tights were obviously easier and quicker to put on and take off but they were more constricting and she was convinced they were less healthy; anyway stockings and suspenders made her feel sexy and what was wrong with that? Plus Nick was a confirmed stocking lover and she was pretty sure one or two of the male members of staff kept a beady eye out for any brief glimpses of stocking top occasioned by the raised hemline of her uniform although she was always careful to sit down and cross her legs demurely in the staff room. After towelling herself off Stephanie reached for the drawer that contained her hair dryer and dried her thick locks in front of the mirror. They remained somewhat ungovernable but then she always wore her hair up on duty so it didn't matter too much. She dropped the towel and pulled open a second drawer that contained her lingerie. She selected a black lace suspender belt and fastened it around her waist and then found a new packet of black 20 denier stockings which she eased over her feet and up her thighs before securing them with the clasps on the suspender belt. Looking at herself in the mirror Stephanie could understand why men seemed to have such a thing about suspenders. She half turned and looked over her shoulder at her bare bottom neatly framed in black. Somehow she seemed more naked than when she had nothing on. She found a black lace bra that struggled slightly to contain her breasts as she fastened it – it was probably one she had had before her second pregnancy. Finally she stepped into matching knickers – boy shorts they were called these days which always struck her as a faintly ridiculous name – which definitely struggled to contain her curvaceous derriere. But then all knickers one could buy these days seemed to be cut to show off an expanse of cheek. As for thongs it was all very well wearing something that didn't show a line through clothes but what was the point of wearing knickers that left your bottom completely uncovered? It left nothing to the imagination for one thing and Stephanie was experienced enough to know that imagination was one of the strongest components in a man's libido. She bent down to the bottom of the cupboard and selected a pair of peep toe black shoes with a discreet three inch heel. Nothing overly flirtatious but it was amazing what heels could do to the look of one's legs and indeed the attitude at which one held one's bottom. Standing in front of the mirror in stockings, suspenders, bra, knickers and heels Stephanie applied a light layer of make-up to eyes and eyebrows alone, leaving her lips untouched. Less was more where make-up was concerned and she knew she was attractive enough not to require too much. She swept up her hair into a clasp on top of her head and finally stepped into her pale blue nurse's uniform. She walked to the window and opened the blinds. She was now ready to start her day. She put on her reading glasses, turned on her computer and opened up the calendar function, glancing at her watch as she did so. It was 10.15. The first item for the day was listed at 11 am. The entry read "Ben Jones, correctional session, Level 2" and was blocked out until 11.30. There was a file attachment to the diary entry that she opened up, producing an exchange of e-mails that read: From: Michael Shaw, Headmaster To:Stephanie Roberts Date:28 April Subject: Correctional session Stephanie Please arrange to see Ben Jones for a correctional session. He was caught in a compromising position in the gym with his girlfriend Angela Ritchie when he was supposed to be supervising prep for the fourth form. I have let her off with a stern warning but Ben has stepped out of line before and moreover is in a position of responsibility. I recommend a Level 2 session. Please arrange a time with his housemaster. Thanks Michael From:Stephanie Roberts To:Andrew Lowes (School House) Date:28 April Subject: Correctional session Andy Would you tell Ben Jones to come to my office at 11 am on Thursday 30th for a correctional session please? He should allow 30 minutes which will fit into morning break. Thanks Steph From: Andrew Lowes (School House) To:Stephanie Roberts Date:28 April Subject: Re: Correctional session Steph Should I tell him to put a comic down his trousers? 30 minutes sounds like quite a session you cruel woman! Andy x From: Stephanie Roberts To:Andrew Lowes (School House) Date:28 April Subject: Re: Re: Correctional session Andy A comic down his trousers won't help him much for what I have in mind! This is a Level 2 session. And any more cheek from you and you'll be finding out what a Level 2 session feels like over my knee! Just make sure Ben presents himself at 11 on Thursday please. Best Steph From: Andrew Lowes (School House) To:Stephanie Roberts Date:28 April Subject: Re: Re: Re: Correctional session Promises, promises..... Andy x Stephanie grinned. Andy Lowes was one of the younger housemasters who had a habit of flirting with her, which wasn't totally unwelcome. He was quite good-looking actually. She wondered whether he was really into spanking or whether it was just banter. One of these days she might find out, but for now she must get ready for her session with Ben Jones. She shook her head; a sixth former, played for the Ist XV, house prefect and he let himself get caught making out with his girlfriend in the gym. He really had only himself to blame and it wasn't his first offence either. She knew him slightly – in fact she had had to bandage him up after a tough match in the autumn. He was definitely fit and had a certain bravado that she guessed girls would find rather appealing. She opened a drawer in her desk and took out a black leather paddle, a Mason & Pearson hairbrush and an eighteen inch long single tailed tan leather strap, all of which she placed in a neat row on the desktop where he would see them as soon as he came in. Stephanie looked at the clock on the wall. Another 25 minutes to fill with routine form filling and medicine ordering before Ben was due. She went about her duties methodically but her mind wandered to this less conventional aspect of her job. When she applied and had reached the final interview stage the Head explained rather diffidently that Wellborough was a school that had taken early advantage of a change in legislation that now permitted corporal punishment in private schools subject to a number of provisos. These were that the headmaster and governors should all be in favour, that a majority of teachers should be in favour and a majority of parents. Even then, individual parents who objected in principle could opt their child out of receiving corporal punishment (in fact very few had). Finally, corporal punishment was only to be administered by a medically qualified person and as school nurse she would be the only such person on the staff. Accordingly, how would Stephanie feel about being asked to administer spankings and, on occasion, the cane? Concealing her thoughts Stephanie had asked whether the pupils had been consulted and the Head had replied with amusement that that was not a requirement. She asked about the likely frequency of such punishments and was told that they were likely to be required between once a week and once a fortnight. She explained that her nurses' training had not actually featured spanking or caning but she was sure she would be able to rise to the challenge. Would she have the freedom to determine severity and the precise form each punishment should take? The Head had replied that that was precisely the reason that a medically qualified person was specified in the legislation, so that he or she could determine how severe a punishment was appropriate to achieve its objective without being excessive. Stephanie had pretended to think for a minute while inwardly rejoicing, before agreeing to take the job. The Head had explained that the present incumbent, Jane Hodges, was not enthusiastic about this aspect of the job and accordingly was going to another school that did not use CP. Which brought Stephanie to her present position. She had administered spankings to both boys and girls in a professional and detached manner, explaining that her job was to carry out the sentence not to sit in judgement. In her estimation the victims had not thought any the less of her and in fact some seemed positively grateful as though it was a cathartic experience. She had not been called upon to use the cane so far although there had been a couple of energetic sessions with the strap. Ben Jones was a bit different though; for one thing he was a house prefect, for another he had turned 18 and was more a young adult than a grown-up schoolboy. And he had a certain confidence about him that reinforced her determination to be thoroughly dispassionate about the process. With the clock at 10.55 the door suddenly flew open and the blonde tornado who went by the name of Sally Smith burst into the room. Sally had joined the art department the previous autumn and she and Stephanie had soon become firm friends despite a 10 year age gap. Sally was not a conventional teacher – but then how many art teachers were? – with her tousled blonde hair, permanent look of having just got out of bed – or the "recently rogered" look as Nick called it – and clothes that could never be classed as demure. Like Stephanie she had gained a cohort of admirers in the staff room but she and Stephanie were allies in the ancient male/female contest rather than competitors. "Oh Steph, have you got a couple of Neurofen and a litre of coffee to hand?" she wailed, "I've got the hangover of the decade." "So what have you been up to Sal?" Stephanie replied with a wry smile. "I went out last night with this new bloke, who I've been seeing for a couple of weeks, just for a quick drink, and it turned into a bit of a late one. He came back to my place, just for a sobering up coffee you understand, and it turned into a bit of an all-night session. Actually he was rather good but I'm sore in more than just my head," she added with a smirk. "So it was all self-inflicted, or at least complicit," said Stephanie with mock sternness. "I'm not sure I have Neurofen available in these circumstances." "Just cut the professional crap and give me the pills," pleaded Sally. Stephanie relented and fetched the painkillers and filled a glass of water. "No coffee on tap I'm afraid Sal so you'll have to wash them down with plain old water." Sally popped the painkillers into her mouth and lifted the glass to her lips with a look of relief. As she lowered the glass her gaze fell upon the items sitting prominently on the desk. "What are these for Steph? They look like spanking implements." "Well done, your powers of deduction have not deserted you Sal. And now you need to push off pronto because the person who is going to be on the receiving end of some or all of these is going to be walking through that door very soon." Sally seemed momentarily to forget her aching head as she turned inquisitive. "But how come you're dishing out spankings Steph? And who to?" enquired Sally with the beginnings of a lascivious grin at the corners of her mouth. "You don't seem to be able to retain a jot of information in your arty brain for longer than a nanosecond! Don't you remember the questionnaire that came round soon after you joined the school, asking whether you approved of corporal punishment? And that if you did it was in the knowledge that it was only to be administered by a qualified medical person?" "Oh I think so. I can't remember what I put. Probably in favour." "And who do you think is the medically qualified person who gives the CP?" "Not you? Oh gosh I suppose it must be, I hadn't really thought about it. So who is getting punished?" Without waiting for an answer Sally looked at Stephanie's computer screen and let out a little gasp. "Not Ben Jones, my God he's really fit. Are you really going to be spanking him?" "That's a confidential matter Sally Smith," replied Stephanie sternly "And now you've got to go." "No way Steph, I want to see this!" "You can't, you've got to go" declared Stephanie with a hint of desperation as a knock came at the door. Before she could say anything else Sally had darted into the bathroom and closed the door, leaving it open a crack. "I'll be really quiet," she whispered. "You can't," said the beleaguered Stephanie again as the knock at the door, slightly louder now, came again. With a last despairing glance at the bathroom door she cleared her throat and said "Come in," in what she hoped was an authoritative voice. The door opened and Ben Jones walked in, looking both cocky and apprehensive if that were possible in combination. Glancing at the desk the apprehension seemed to be winning. "Um, I was told to come and see you," he said in a calculated nonchalant tone. "Ah yes, Ben, I think you know why. You have been to see the Head I think who has explained what the punishment would be for your last little escapade in the gym." "Well, he told me I had a choice – suspension or come to see you. With my A levels coming up it wasn't really much of a choice." "I'm sure you made the right choice Ben. Now as you know I am here to carry out the punishment, not to assess your guilt, but how could you have been so daft as to be caught "at it" in the gym? If it had happened off the premises, at the weekend, you are both over the age of consent and no-one would have been any the wiser. And anyway, what exactly were you doing?" asked the School Nurse with an appraising gaze. Ben looked at his feet and muttered, "Well we just got a bit carried away. We were only snogging really." "Oh yes Ben, do you expect me to believe that? I was young too once you know!" "Well, Angie did have my cock out so..." His voice tailed off. "So she was giving you a hand job, was that it?" "Basically yes," mumbled Ben. "Well I hope you were properly attending to her needs Ben. We girls have our requirements too," said Stephanie with mock severity. Ben looked slightly shocked at this but Stephanie went on without a pause. "Now before we can get down to business, I need to run through a medical questionnaire with you Ben. Is that all right?" Without waiting for an answer Stephanie pulled a clipboard from her drawer and began. "Are you taking any medication at present?" "No" replied Ben "Are you suffering from any illness, medical condition or syndrome?" "No" "Have you visited your GP for any reason in the past 6 months?" "No" "Any asthma, epilepsy or dizziness?" "No" "Are you to all intents fit and healthy?" "Yes, now the rugger season is finished" replied Ben with returning confidence, to be swept away by the nurse's next question: "Have you been spanked before? If so, how recently?" "Um, yes last year before you arrived...by Miss Hodges." "Was your most recent spanking carried out touching toes, bending over a desk or chair, or over the knee?" "I was bending over that desk you are sitting at," said Ben, colouring slightly at the memory. School Nurse's Extra Duties "Was this spanking administered over trousers, over pants or on the bare bottom?" "I had to take my trousers down but not my pants," said Ben, colouring more. "What implement was used if any? For instance, slipper, hairbrush, leather or wooden paddle, strap or anything else?" "Miss Hodges used the slipper." Stephanie frowned slightly and went on: "In terms of stinginess, how would you rate that spanking on a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being the mildest and 10 the hardest?" "About 3" said Ben with a snort of derision, before realising his mistake. "How long approximately did the spanking last?" "I suppose about five minutes." "And how long before marks or redness in your bottom had disappeared?" "Well, they had certainly gone by the time I went to bed." "Is there any reason you know of why I should not administer a spanking to you today?" "Apart from it being painful? I suppose not," replied Ben with returning impudence. Stephanie ignored the quip and went on: "Ben, have you had a prostate check recently?" "No, should I?" "Well, it's very important to have a prostate check regularly because prostate cancer is one of the biggest killers of men. Furthermore have you had your testicles checked recently?" "No," mumbled Ben. "Right, well this is a good opportunity to cover both," said Stephanie briskly. "Now I will need you just to sign this consent form and then we can begin," and she handed Ben a form that said: I have answered truthfully all questions on the medical questionnaire that has been read out to me. I consent to receiving corporal punishment in a manner and to the extent determined by the appointed medical personnel. I further consent to such additional medical procedures as are considered desirable or necessary by that person. Ben picked up the pen that Stephanie handed him and hesitated. "If you don't feel like signing you can always ask to be suspended instead" said Stephanie with a thin smile behind her glasses. Ben looked at her and with a sigh scribbled his name on the form. "Good, now we can get down to business. I should let you know that I do not consider the slipper an adequate implement for corporal punishment and certainly not over pants. Moreover five minutes is nothing like sufficient. Miss Hodges was obviously either rather lenient or rather reluctant. I propose to use a selection of the implements you see on the desk in front of you. Secondly, you have been sent here for a Level 2 correctional session which is carried out on the bare bottom. Thirdly, I always administer spankings over the knee; it gives me a better view of the impact I am having and allows for a more measured swing of my arm. Now please take off your jacket, socks and shoes and trousers. You can keep your pants on for the time being but they will be coming down I can assure you. I am going to start you off with half a dozen with the strap over your pants just to warm up. Bend over the desk please." Ben began to comply with her instructions as Stephanie thought she heard a slight noise coming from the direction of the bathroom. She turned back to the task at hand and picked up the tan strap. With Ben correctly positioned to her satisfaction across the desk she drew back her arm and landed the first stroke squarely across the centre of his pants. She did not put over much effort into the swing; this was the warm-up after all. The second cracked across his bottom with no obvious reaction. Stephanie put a little more effort into the third stroke and was rewarded with a slight intake of breath. She measured the remaining three strokes at the same severity. Ben remained in position, trembling slightly. "Now Ben that was just the warm-up. How was that?" she asked in a neutral tone of voice. "Fine," replied Ben. "Good, well let's see how things are progressing". With that Stephanie pulled from the drawer two pairs of latex gloves and a bottle of lubricant jelly which she placed on a tray next to the examination couch. Picking up the hairbrush and the leather paddle from the desktop she perched herself on the centre of the couch and drew the hem of her uniform to the top of her stockings placing the disciplinary implements on the couch within easy reach. "Now then Ben, over my knee please," she said in an authoritative voice. Ben lifted himself up from the desk, walked to the couch and stretched across Stephanie's thighs. Stephanie adjusted his position to her satisfaction, tucking up his shirt-tails so they would not impede the job at hand. "Now Ben, I am going to take your pants down as the rest of this session will be conducted on the bare bottom. Please don't be embarrassed as I am a nurse and have seen it all before. In particular don't be embarrassed if you get an erection while across my thighs, it's a perfectly normal reaction." With that, Stephanie drew his pants slowly down so that they rested at the backs of his knees. "A bit of reddening already Ben, as expected, but we shall look to improve on that by the end of the session. Now, if you are ready I am going to begin with the leather paddle." Stephanie loved the beginning of a spanking, as she could see bottom cheeks gradually take on a deeper hue as she applied the paddle. She applied the first stroke to his right cheek with a resounding thwack and followed with an equal one to the left, resulting in a slight squirming. She continued, administering the paddle to each cheek in turn and increasing the force imperceptibly with each stroke. After five minutes or so she was rewarded with a noticeable reddening of his bottom and could hear Ben's breaths coming in increasingly short gasps. He was also starting to wriggle across her lap and she could feel something insistently pressing into her left thigh with each stroke of the paddle. "How are you doing Ben?" she enquired cheerfully. "Ugh...all right I suppose," came Ben's muffled reply. "Now, I'm going to give you a little break while I carry out the examinations I spoke to you about." With that Stephanie put the paddle down on the couch next to her and donned the latex gloves with a snap. She applied lubricant to the fingers of her right hand and very gently introduced the middle finger between Ben's cheeks, seeking his opening. She massaged the finger back and forth, oiling the area before very slowly slipping it inside. Ben gasped uncontrollably and his body jerked across her lap but Stephanie continued to push gently until the finger was buried to its root. With methodical care she bent the top joint and rotated her finger slowly. Ben's breaths continued to come in short, sharp gasps and his penis thrust insistently against her stocking tops. Very slowly she withdrew the finger and Ben's rigid body slumped down. "Good news Ben, your prostate is fine," she reassured him. "Now I am just going to check on your testicles." With that she pulled off the right hand glove and replaced it with a second. Her hand drifted up the inside of his thighs and stroked his perineum briefly before gently but firmly cupping his testicles. Stephanie palpated the spheres slowly and thoroughly for thirty seconds before withdrawing her hand. "All seems fine in that area too Ben," she said crisply. Ben was starting to lose control, his body quivering, thighs moving from side to side over her lap and the thrusting penis continuing to dig into her left stocking top. "Now, I'll give you a minute to calm down and then we'll continue" she said, laying a consoling hand on his burning bottom cheeks. "A bit more with the paddle for you and then I'll finish you off with the hairbrush." After a minute or two Ben's quivering abated slightly and Stephanie picked up the paddle again. "Round two," she called cheerfully and applied the black leather more forcefully than before to the muscular bottom over her lap. He was really quite well built she noted to herself. She increased both the pressure and the tempo as she continued, drawing a resounding thwack from each cheek in turn and a deepening of the colour to a pale crimson. After another five minutes Stephanie laid down the paddle. Ben was continuing to squirm across her thighs and there was a noticeable stickiness around her stocking tops. "Nearly finished now, just the hairbrush to go," she said reassuringly. "The hairbrush tends to concentrate on a smaller area than the paddle and if expertly applied can induce a feeling of burning and numbness at the same time. So if I do my job well this will heat you up but you won't feel that much of a sting." Putting down the paddle, she picked up the hairbrush, admiring its smooth ebony back. She brought the first stroke down with a gratifying crack on the right cheek, rewarded by a spasm from Ben's hips. Working more slowly and deliberately than with the paddle, she alternated strokes between the left and right cheeks, eliciting a sharp report with each and an ever deepening crimson in Ben's bottom. She judged that five minutes' worth would be sufficient punishment and then laid down the brush. She ran her hand gently over the well-disciplined bottom across her lap. "You took that very well, you can get up now," she said gently. Ben continued to jerk with small spasms across her thighs, subsiding gradually. He hauled himself upright, his penis erect and almost brushing his stomach. Quite pleasing in length and girth, thought Stephanie. "As I said, Ben, that's a perfectly normal reaction," said Stephanie in matter of fact voice. "However, you are going to find it both embarrassing and I suggest painful to walk out of here like that. I think it's known colloquially as blue balls syndrome. However, I can do something about that for good medical reasons if you consent." Stephanie looked him straight in the eye, inviting his response. "Um, yes please," replied Ben now rather flustered. "Fine, that's covered by the consent form you have already signed." With that, Steph pulled on a new glove, to which she applied a generous coating of gel. "Just come and lie back on the couch please Ben." When he was settled the nurse gently grasped his penis with her right hand while cupping his balls with her left. Her right thumb started describing circles across the head of the glans while starting to move slowly up and down. Ben's breaths were coming in a series of short gasps now. "I don't know what Angie's technique is like, but it's a mistake to go too fast with masturbation. There's plenty of time and the slower the build-up the more satisfying the ending. It's also good to use both hands I find. The testicles can be very sensitive to the right pressure. I want you to tell me when you feel you are about to come please. Now, how did you find that spanking?" "Quite painful actually but it got better as it went on. By the end there was more of a burning sensation than a stinging sensation." "A spanking can be very therapeutic you know Ben, it doesn't have to be administered solely for punishment," Stephanie went on, as her hand continued its rhythmic massage of Ben's quivering cock. "If you are feeling a bit wound-up or irritable, it can be a great release for the emotions. I do see some private patients by arrangement you know. So you don't have to be sent here by the head, you can volunteer if you think some correction would do you good and in that case you can specify the type and severity of punishment you require. For instance you can ask for a gentle paddling over my knee or a more severe tawsing bent over the desk. And while I do recommend a bare bottom in all cases, you can choose to keep your pants on if you wish." Stephanie watched for Ben's reaction with a hint of amusement. The mundane delivery of the words "spanking", "bare bottom" and "over my knee" as Stephanie looked Ben straight in the eye were having a volcanic effect on Ben's self-control. "I'm about to come," he gasped hoarsely. The nurse immediately stopped her stroking but kept a light grasp on the shaft. "Now, you'll see what I mean about taking it slowly" she murmured silkily. Ben slowly relaxed although the rigidity in his penis remained as firm as ever. Stephanie's thumb resumed its slow circles around the head. "Do you think you might find a further session beneficial?" she enquired. "Perhaps you'd like to start over my knee for the hairbrush with your pants on and then they could be taken down when you think you are ready?" she asked innocently. Ben had started quivering uncontrollably and Stephanie decided it was time to release him from his torment. Slowly but deliberately she stroked his penis while regarding him over the tops of her glasses. "I think a regular over the knee spanking would do you a world of good" she said. "I'm...I'm..." he managed before ejaculating forcibly and loudly into her hands, groaning with the release. Stephanie milked his softening penis for the last few drops and then pulled off her gloves and dropped them in the bin and handed Ben a wad of tissues. "There, is that better?" she enquired brightly. Ben mopped himself up and muttered his thanks. "Not at all Ben, I want a correctional session to be viewed as a positive experience all round. Now, get Angie to slow down with the hand jobs, don't get caught again, and remember you only have to make an appointment if you feel you need a further dose of discipline." Ben finished his cleaning-up, regained his clothing and smiled both gratefully and sheepishly before sidling out of the door. Within seconds the bathroom door opened and Sally walked out. "My God, Steph, that was some session. You've certainly got me turned on! The way you wanked him off while enquiring whether he'd like another spanking over your knee...inspired!" Stephanie looked at her grimly. "That was a gross breach of patient confidentiality," she said as she picked up her clipboard. "Now, have you been spanked before, Miss Smith?" Sally looked at her with a mixture of confusion and anticipation. "Why do you ask? There was that guy Chris I told you about, who I was going out with when I first joined the school. He liked nothing better than to get my knickers down over his knee. I did start to enjoy it once I had persuaded him to start off a bit more gently and build it up gradually, and to use his left hand constructively while he spanked me." She grinned at the memory but Stephanie was still looking frosty. "Because you have earned yourself some corrective treatment for your behaviour. Let's have those ridiculously tight jeans off and then I want you over my knee. Quickly!" Sally gazed at her quizzically for a moment and then took off her shoes and started to take down her jeans, revealing an extremely skimpy pair of black knickers. "I suppose they mean you don't get a visible panty line Sal, but they are not going to be much protection for what I have in mind," warned Stephanie as she picked up the hairbrush. "A swift five minutes over my knee will teach you not to intrude on medical matters and you won't be late for the next class either. Just as well you are an art teacher, you can parade around the room looking at work, as you won't feel much like sitting down." With that she hauled the unfortunate Sally across her lap. "Have you received the hairbrush before?" "No" replied Sally, "Chris always used his hand." "Well you are going to find this rather more painful although as it's your first time I shall be relatively lenient, but only relatively," smiled Stephanie. She really did have a gorgeous bottom thought Stephanie, a little more compact than her own but beautifully curvy. It should colour up nicely. The Mason & Pearson made a delightful crack as it came into contact with Sally's almost completely bare bottom. "Like I said Sal, these tiny pants aren't going to save you at all," sniggered Stephanie as she laid on another half dozen firm strokes. "Ow, that's really stinging" complained Sally with a note of outrage in her voice. "And the point of a good spanking is what exactly?" replied Stephanie with amusement. Another six measured strokes, making sure the underside of the cheeks where they met the thighs were properly attended to, and Sally's bottom was looking very pink indeed. "I think if you are to feel the full benefit of this session then really I am going to have to take your knickers down Sal. Even though they aren't protecting you at all, there is an important psychological effect in having your bottom stripped completely bare for a punishment you can't resist". Sally made no complaint and indeed lifted her hips to accommodate the removal of her knickers, which Stephanie slid down to her knees. She could not fail to notice the dampness in the crotch. "Now, another crisp ten or so on the bare bottom and I think you will have learned your lesson," said Stephanie brightly. She applied the remaining strokes with more vigour ensuring Sally bounced and squirmed across her knee with the stings. The gasps coming from her throat sounded more like excitement than pain to Stephanie. When she allowed Sally up, she removed herself from her punisher's lap slowly and with a slightly dazed look. "Oh my God, that was amazing, I've never had a spanking feel like that before. I'm feeling really turned on." "Well, you'll just have to take care of yourself Sally, girls aren't my thing, or at least not in that way," replied Stephanie, "although I must admit I did enjoy administering a good spanking to that undeniably sexy bottom of yours, which I am sure would benefit from such treatment much more often. Now off you go to your next class!" When Sally had exited, walking slightly gingerly, Stephanie sank back in her chair and smiled to herself. Two spankings in one morning, both exciting in their own different ways. There were certainly some unusual benefits to this job. She picked up the phone and dialled Nick's office number. It went straight to his desk but as she well knew, he sat in an open office. "Hi darling, will you be home at the normal time? I'll make sure the girls are in bed early and then I thought I'd cook something nice for dinner. We could have one of those excellent bottles of claret you bought recently. Oh, and I thought I would come home in my uniform today, I've got things to tell you about my morning." She knew Nick would understand the significance of her words, without giving the full game away and without his being required to say anything indiscreet in the presence of others. "Great, see you later," he said and hung up. Stephanie thought about the new leather paddle in Nick's sock drawer, a present from her on his birthday, slightly larger than one she had just made use of, it covered a good area of bottom with a satisfying thwack. She would wear her uniform for dinner, recounting in detail to Nick her morning's activities while they ate. She wondered whether they would get as far as the bedroom before she was hauled over his knee and her bottom stripped of its protection before being soundly spanked. Afterwards she loved receiving his cock from behind as his balls slapped against her stinging bottom. She shifted in her seat as her cheeks started to tingle in pleasant anticipation. Only eight hours to wait. School Nurse's Weekend Pt. 01 Stephanie Roberts walked into the staff room at Wellborough School and was pleased to find it empty, but then that was not so surprising given that it was the middle of the afternoon and lessons were still in train. She wanted a cup of tea, the chance to read today's paper and a change of scene from her sanatorium. She wasn't particularly busy today and welcomed a bit of down time. She made herself a cup of tea and settled down with the paper, turning inevitably to the Sudoku and the Crossword; important to keep the brain active, she told herself, to ward off dementia later in life. She enjoyed her job, especially the disciplinary element that had been quite a surprise when she joined, but which she had embraced with gusto. The June sun streamed in through the window and she was soon engrossed in the "tough" Sudoku when the door opened and in walked her friend Sally Smith, the blonde bombshell art teacher who had set many a heart a-flutter in the staff room. "Hi Steph, legs up on the chair I see, displaying your stocking tops to any passing teacher perv with a nurse fantasy!" she said. "Hi Sal," said Stephanie, ignoring the quip, "no lessons this afternoon?" "Free period," replied Sally, "we art teachers aren't renowned for overwork." "You certainly aren't, you lazy cow," said Stephanie with a grin, "Do you want a cup of tea?" "I'd love one, and anyway you aren't anyone to talk. Dish out a few pills, put on a plaster or two and put naughty boys over your knee once a week - not to mention the occasional art teacher - it's not what I would call a high pressure role." Stephanie got up to pour another cup from the pot and smiled as she recalled the time Sally had spied on her administering a disciplinary session and had received a sound hair-brushing on her bare bottom for her trouble. Still, she seemed to enjoy it. "How are you getting on with the new man Sal? It's Rob isn't it? Tell me all the juicy gossip," she demanded. "It's going well thanks. He's a nice guy, good-looking, fun to be with and he's pretty good in the sack. I call him Southern Comfort. What more could any girl want?" Sally delivered the last bit with an exaggerated southern states American accent. Stephanie knew that joke and responded in an even more outlandish twang, "Southern Comfort? Ain't that some kinda fancy liquor?" "That's my boy," sniggered Sally and they both laughed. "A man who's skilled with his tongue can get a long way with me. The only thing he hasn't really picked up on is my need for a good old-fashioned spanking from time to time. I've dropped hints but like most men he's useless where hints are concerned. I've thought about just coming out and telling him straight but I'd rather he stumbled on it naturally, so to speak." Stephanie pursed her lips and looked thoughtful. "Are you doing anything this weekend? The weather looks as though it's going to be fantastic and it would be lovely to spend some time in the garden. Our girls are going to my parents for the weekend - I'm not sure who enjoys it more, the girls, their grandparents, or Nick and me. Why don't you check with Rob? It would be lovely to have you both over and perhaps we can help to solve this little roadblock of yours". "Ooh that sounds fun," replied Sally, "I'll check with him straight away." Saturday morning dawned clear and bright with the promise of a hot day to come. Stephanie rolled over in bed, thankful that she hadn't been woken by her daughters for once, delightful as they were, and hugged her husband Nick. "Any chance of a cup of tea?" she enquired sweetly. "I'm still asleep," he grunted. "I'll make it worth your while," she promised lasciviously. That always had the desired effect; it was so easy with men, she thought to herself. Nick stumbled out of bed and went downstairs to make tea. Stephanie luxuriated in the empty bed and thought about the weekend to come. Sally and Rob would arrive about noon so she had plenty of time to brief Nick, get up and have a bath, get dressed and have breakfast. Nick knew Sally was coming and was rather pleased; Stephanie knew perfectly well he fancied her and she had caught his eyes on her deliciously cheeky backside more than once at staff social occasions. What he didn't yet know was the agenda Stephanie had planned. Nick put the tray down with the tea and pulled the newspaper from under his arm. "My lady's request is accomplished," he said in a faux-subservient voice. "Well pour it out then," replied Stephanie in an imperious tone, "it's no good while it's still in the pot!" She still fancied him like mad after 10 years' marriage - he was funny, didn't take himself too seriously and was even better looking than when she had married him now that he had that little touch of grey at the temples that gave him some gravitas. He also kept fit with running, cycling and skiing such that he was only a few pounds heavier than when they had married. Nick poured two cups and got back into bed. "So Sally and this new bloke of hers are coming over for the weekend?" he enquired rhetorically. "Yes darling and we have a little mission to accomplish. You see Sally is really into him but he hasn't yet picked up on her desire for a bit of correctional activity. I thought we could help out with that," said Stephanie in an innocent voice. Nick shifted in bed and his hands went below the covers to relieve the pressure of his penis against his pyjama waistband. "Oh and what exactly did you have in mind you minx?" he grinned. By way of reply Stephanie slipped both hands below the covers, eased his pyjamas down and found his rapidly stiffening penis with one hand and his testicles with the other. She rotated the thumb of her right hand over the tip, noticing the slick moistening already. "Well the thing is darling, Sally does like a good over the knee spanking from time to time. You know us girls, we do like a man to be masterful, at least in the bedroom and I thought we could help to get the message across to Rob." "And how do you propose to do that exactly?" her husband replied, lying back and pushing the covers below the level of his middle so that Stephanie's hands would be unconstrained in their ministrations. "Well, I thought I could have a little chat with Rob in the garden, just the two of us, and then you could demonstrate with Sal how a good spanking should be administered." Her hand on Nick's cock started to move at a faster rate now as he gasped, "What, you want me to put Sally over my knee and give her a good spanking? Will she go along with that? Are you happy about that? Will she take it on the bare bottom?" The words tumbled out as Nick got carried away imagining the delectable Sally over his knee with her knickers down while in the present his wife's expert massaging of his penis while gently cupping his balls was bringing him close to orgasm. "You leave Sally to me," confided Stephanie, continuing to wank him steadily. "She will be delighted to go along with it if it gets the message over to Rob. And I shall be very happy to see that sexy bottom of hers get its just desserts from such an expert disciplinarian as you. I know what it feels like after all. I've had to deal with her before as you well know, but I'm sure you will do an even better job. And to answer your final question, a spanking isn't a proper spanking unless it's carried out on the bare bottom. I shall leave the choice of implements to you though." She knelt on the bed and looked Nick in the eye while maintaining a slow massaging of his cock. "You would like to put that naughty girl over your knee for some well-deserved discipline, wouldn't you?" At these words Nick groaned and ejaculated forcefully over Stephanie's hands and his own stomach. "I'll take that as a 'yes' then," laughed Stephanie as she milked the last few drops of semen from him before reaching out for a wad of tissues. After her bath, Stephanie towelled herself dry and selected a light blue bikini from her drawer, over which she pulled a denim skirt and then shrugged into a plain white blouse. A touch of eye make-up completed her dressing, she slipped on sandals with a modest heel and went down to join Nick for breakfast. "I was thinking of just some cold meats, dips, goat's cheese and salad for lunch. It's too hot to want anything more. And perhaps a nice crisp Riesling to wash it down?" she enquired. "Sounds perfect to me," Nick replied. "Well, when they turn up I want you to keep Sally in the kitchen, perhaps get her to help you with a dressing or something, while I take Rob into the garden. I'll have a discreet word with Sal before I do, so she knows what I've got planned. Then come and join us after twenty minutes or so, bringing with you whatever correctional items you think you'll need," murmured Stephanie to her husband. The corners of Nick's mouth twisted into a grin. "I think I'm going to enjoy this weekend," he whispered, kissing her on the lips. A few minutes after twelve they heard the crunch of tyres on gravel and then the ring of the doorbell. Stephanie answered it, kissed Sally on both cheeks and took the proffered gifts of soap and chocolates before turning her attention to Rob. He was tall, a bit lankier than she personally went for, with slightly wayward light brown hair and thoughtful-looking blue eyes. He was wearing shorts that showed tanned, wiry legs. Probably a tennis player, thought Stephanie. He smiled appraisingly at Stephanie and said, "Ah, so you are the school nurse I've heard so much about, but not in uniform." Stephanie decided immediately that Sally had made a good choice with this one. "Nick, will you get Rob a beer or whatever while I show Sal up to their room?" she called out to the kitchen. She ushered Rob in the direction of the kitchen while picking up Sally's overnight bag and leading her upstairs by the hand. She opened the door to the spare bedroom which looked out onto the garden. The advantage of living in the country she thought, was that one got a good bit more house for one's money and you could get a decent garden without being overlooked, a key consideration in her planning of the afternoon's activities. "This is a nice room," opined Sally, taking in the double bed, neutral carpet and heavy pale green silk curtains framing a mahogany dressing table and mirror. Through a doorway she could see the en-suite bathroom. "Very nice indeed for a guest room." "Well, visitors say the bed's comfortable," said Stephanie with a wink before adding, "he seems really nice, I think you've done well there." "Oh thanks, I'm glad you like him, we're really looking forward to this weekend. Now tell, me what evil machinations has your naughty mind come up with?" asked Sally with an anticipatory glint in her eyes. "I'm not going to tell you too much, I want some of it at least to be spontaneous, but how would you like to go over Nick's knee for a demonstration of how an expert spanking should be administered? In front of Rob and me out in the garden? Don't worry we're not overlooked and nor should the sounds carry far enough to alert anyone." "Are you serious Steph?" replied Sally, but the way the tip of her tongue moistened her lips told Stephanie she was intrigued. "Well, you're the one who wants to educate Rob in the delightful art of erotic spanking, I'm just finding a way to help." "You know me, in for a penny, in for a pound Steph, I'm up for it," promised Sally, with a shake of her blond locks. The two girls made their way downstairs to find Rob and Nick talking cars with a beer bottle in each of their hands. "Darling, would you just finish getting some lunch ready? I am sure Sal will give you a hand," enquired Stephanie. "I'm just going to show Rob around the garden. Bring that beer with you Rob, and Nick could you pour me a glass of that Riesling?" "Yes, milady," replied Nick in his subservient tone to chuckles all round. Stephanie took the glass that Nick held out for her and admired its clean pale lime tinge. "A much maligned grape, Riesling, especially in Australian hands," she pronounced. Taking Rob by the arm she guided him through the French doors and into the garden. "This is really lovely," exclaimed Rob as they wandered down the garden to a small glade of trees round an ornamental pond. The trees shielded them from sight of the house and Stephanie beckoned Rob to one of a pair of easy chairs on one side of the pond, facing a wooden garden bench on the other. Stephanie had pulled some cushions out of the shed that morning to make sitting more comfortable. "Well, it's certainly nice when the sun's shining," agreed Stephanie. "We love it when we can get out here for drinks or a barbecue or just to lounge and relax and whatever." She untucked her blouse, unbuttoned it and dropped it on the arm of the chair, before stepping out of the denim skirt and lying back on a chair. "Ooh, it is nice to feel the sun on one's skin, it's rare enough in this country that we don't get that much chance." She looked Rob in the eye and her tone became more inquisitive. "So how long have you and Sally been going out now?" "It must be about three months I guess," he replied, stretching out on the other, unbuttoning his shirt and taking a sip of beer. "All going well then?" persisted Stephanie. "Well I would say it is," replied Rob slightly defensively and wondering where this was leading. His eyes darted over Stephanie's body appraisingly. Nice boobs, he thought, a little larger than Sal's, she had kept in pretty good shape for a woman that had two children. And she was undeniably attractive in a more subtle way than the gorgeous Sal. "I hear bedtime is fun," offered Stephanie with raised eyebrows and an innocent look. "What has Sally been telling you?" asked Rob in surprise. "Oh everything of course, we girls tell each other all the juicy details you know," grinned Stephanie. "She's particularly fond of your lingual technique, and I don't mean kissing. But then show me a girl who doesn't like that with the right man; so often the action seems to be the other way round." Rob looked dumbstruck. "I, uh, had no idea you talked about that sort of thing," he stammered. "Well, you've got a lot to learn about the female psyche I think," said Stephanie with a smile. "For instance, do you know that a lot of us girls like their men to be quite, er, masterful in the bedroom?" Rob looked slightly puzzled and took a longer swig of his beer bottle. "How do you mean? Like a man wanting everything his own way?" "Being selfish isn't what I meant. Girls like a man who looks after their pleasure before his own. No, I meant acting in an authoritative way. Telling her what's going to happen and what might happen to her if she's naughty." A glimmer of understanding came into Rob's eyes. "Do you mean she likes being submissive? I sort of wondered whether she might be hinting at it but I didn't really understand what she was after." Stephanie gazed heavenward in mock exasperation. "Our subtle feminine wiles are lost on you men, aren't they? Yes Rob, every now and then she likes to be spanked, but spanked erotically, not as a punishment." Rob's eyes were locked on hers intently. "Tell me more", he breathed. "What's important to a girl is the whole atmosphere. The build-up must be subtle and heighten anticipation. You can always pretend to be annoyed with her over something like not making the bed or leaving the bathroom in a mess. Then say, "I think you need a little behavioural correction to help you remember," and she will play along and say "Ooh, what do you mean?" That's your cue to say, "I think it's about time you went over my knee, it's been too long since your last disciplinary session." Then it's up to you whether you tell he to go and get changed into particular dress-up clothing like school uniform, or perhaps just stockings and suspenders and heels, or whether you just pull her over your knee in whatever she's wearing. You must also decide whether she's going to get just a hand spanking or whether you're going to move onto the hairbrush, paddle, slipper or whatever takes your fancy. The important thing to remember is that this is an erotic spanking so you must start off gently and build the intensity up slowly. As you start to make a girl's bottom blush the release of hormones acts like a natural analgesic and while she will feel the heat building up it won't get a lot more painful. You need a bit of a sting to make it exciting but it shouldn't really hurt a lot. Then of course there comes the point at which you take her knickers down, assuming you have let her keep them on to begin with. That's a really erotic bit from the girl's point of view and feels like a welcome release, of course in the knowledge that all of her intimate bits are now open for exploration. Assuming you are administering the spanking with your right hand, you can slip your left under her stomach and down to her pussy and gently stimulate her clit while you spank her. You can also put down the paddle or whatever you are using and explore her pussy from behind, slipping your fingers between her labia which you should find are very wet by now, before resuming the punishment. And remember, don't be in too much of a hurry. One smack every five seconds or so is fine and you should be aiming to bring her close to orgasm by the time you have reddened her bottom sufficiently. Think 15 minutes or so. Of course, a girl who is really into having her bottom spanked may well climax over your knee. The combination of pain and pleasure can bring on swift and very intense orgasms. And then of course it's up to you how you finish off after that, but for a girl to be shafted energetically from behind while her bottom is still burning is very exciting for many of us." Rob was staring hard into her eyes and breathing heavily. She could also see an insistent bulge in his shorts. "It sounds as though you know quite a lot about it," he whispered hoarsely. "Oh yes, I go over Nick's knee at least once a month, a bit more often if I provoke him. It's like a little splash of tabasco on enjoyable day to day home cooking." Stephanie took a mouthful of her Riesling and looked up as she heard the sound of approaching footsteps on the path. Nick in shorts and a tee-shirt was carrying a small cloth bag and an insulated bag, doubtless with the wine bottle and another couple of beers inside. He was following Sally who had changed into a scarlet red bikini under a thin beachwrap that did little to conceal her curves. Nick's expression was admirably neutral while Sally looked a little flushed. Nick put both bags down by the bench. "Anyone need a top-up? Rob, I'm sure you could do with another beer in this heat. Sal, give me your glass. Darling, a drop more for you? Now Rob, has Steph been keeping you entertained?" "Yes, she certainly has," croaked Rob, holding his hands over his lap to try to conceal just how entertaining it had been. Sally threw off the wrap and went and sat on his lap, wriggling to increase his arousal. Stephanie cleared her throat. "You know what we were discussing Rob, well I wonder whether you would like to see a practical demonstration from an expert?" Rob looked at her with his mouth half open and found it impossible to speak. Sally took the opportunity to kiss him and inserted her tongue into his mouth. She withdrew it and whispered in his ear, "just watch." Rob was even more flabbergasted when Sally got off his lap and went over to Nick, who had seated himself in the centre of the wooden bench and was pulling a black leather paddle out of the cloth bag. He had naturally assumed he was going to be treated to a demonstration of Stephanie being spanked by her husband. School Nurse's Weekend Pt. 01 "You're OK with this aren't you Rob?" enquired Sally cheerfully. "I thought you might like to watch me getting my bottom spanked and then you'll know what turns me on." Rob looked at Stephanie, who smiled ruefully, then at Nick and finally back to Sally. He nodded slowly. "Good," announce Nick jovially, "Now Sally, over my knee please, I'm going to let you keep those wholly inadequate bikini bottoms on for now, partly because I want a colour match for the tone I intend to bring to your cheeks, but they will most certainly be coming down before I have finished." Sally spread herself languorously across Nick's lap. He left the paddle on the seat next to him and delivered a crisp smack to each of Sally's upthrust cheeks. "Now, when were you last spanked Sally?" he asked. "Much too long ago," she replied with a giggle. "Well, we must do some catching up then mustn't we?" Nick replied. With that he delivered a measured volley of slaps to the bikini bottoms that only partly covered Sally's delightfully curvy derriere. Sally wriggled and panted a little but kept in position as Nick slowly increased the force of his slaps. Stephanie could see that the areas of flesh not covered by her bikini were starting to adopt a nice rosy glow, but nowhere near the scarlet of her swimming costume yet. Rob simply gazed fixated. After another dozen to her gyrating bottom with his hand Nick announced "I think it's time your bikini pants came down, wouldn't you agree Sally?" Her response was just an extended "Mmmmm," as she arched her hips to make his job easier. Nick eased the red scrap of material down to her knees, to reveal a pleasingly all over pink glow in her cheeks. He raised his hand again. "A bit more with the hand I think, before I promote you to the paddle," he informed her. He resumed his rhythmic spanking as Sally moved her hips increasingly agitatedly across his lap. Stephanie knew just how she would be feeling at this point and presently Nick relived her longing by sliding his right hand slowly up between her thighs and burying his thumb deep between her legs while his index and middle finger found her clitoris and began a gentle circular motion. Small strangled gasps were emanating from Sally's throat. Rob gave up any attempt to hide the bulge in his shorts as he got up for a better view. "Now how was that for a warm-up?" enquired Nick pleasantly. Without waiting for Sally's reply he withdrew his hand from her moistness and picked up the black leather paddle, bringing it down sharply on her right buttock and then the left. Sally gasped more in surprise than pain. He followed up with a swift half dozen to each cheek, making them bounce and wobble. He then began smoothing the leather over her flesh in a series of circular movements, while imperceptibly sliding his left hand across the tops of his thighs and underneath Sally's tummy. Realising where he was going, Sally raised her hips from his lap to facilitate his progress, until his fingers found her clit once more. She sank willingly on to them as Nick raised the paddle and resumed spanking her bare bottom steadily. Her hips were now moving back and forth in time with the blows, increasing the friction of her hot button against Nick's hand. "Darling, I do think you could spank her a bit harder, I'm sure she can take it," came Stephanie's husky voice. She knew perfectly well what Sally was experiencing and from her own point of view she welcomed a firmer hand as the maelstrom in her pussy built up to boiling point. "Absolutely," replied Nick obligingly, sweeping the paddle down harder on each bottom cheek in turn. The fingers of his left hand felt as though they were swimming in warm treacle, while increasingly disjointed gasps were coming from Sally. Rob looked on transfixed by the sight of his girlfriend being spanked close to orgasm by a man he had only met an hour ago. Nick delivered three more firm whacks to each cheek in turn and Sally's body trembled and then jerked uncontrollably as the climax swept through her, gasping heaves coming from her lips. Nick continued to spank her but more softly as the jerking slowly abated. He allowed her to slow down at her own pace as she went limp across his lap and her breathing slowed to the point at which he thought she must lose consciousness. Eventually Sally got enough control over her voice to speak. "That was just incredible Nick, no-one has ever made me come over his knees before, thank you, thank you, it was just so intense when it happened." She was now crying with the release. She slowly clambered off Nick's lap and pulled her bikini bottoms most of the way up her thighs, allowing her to totter over to Rob. "Do you want a feel?" she asked him shyly. Rob ran his hand over her burning bottom. "Certainly warm," he reported, "and colourful". She looked at him appraisingly as she eased her pants gingerly over her bottom. "Now you know what really turns me on," she whispered. Stephanie smiled and raised her eyebrows at Sally. "Well, I hope you found that educational Rob, now why don't you both go upstairs and freshen up and lunch will be ready in a few minutes." Nick looked at his wife conspiratorially as Sally and Rob strode purposefully down the garden. "Better give them longer than a few minutes," he advised her. "Oh I don't know, I think they will be finished pretty quickly," she grinned. "Then I've got another idea for after lunch." "I've got an idea for right now," said Nick, casting his eyes upwards. "You'll just have to wait Nick, we are the hosts remember," replied Stephanie archly, "we need to have lunch ready for when they come down. You'll get your reward later on." "I look forward to it," replied Nick ruefully. Stephanie set up lunch on the garden table on a paved area just before the glade of trees and waited with Nick for their guests to reappear. She was right in her assessment on time; they appeared fairly soon, looking flushed and excitable, with the odd sheepish glance at each other and from Sally in Nick's direction. "Gosh, that's certainly given me an appetite," announced Sally, making sure the cushion on her chair was properly centred before she sat down. "Do pour me a glass of wine Steph, I feel I've earned it," she said, helping herself to food. "Did you enjoy that little scenario darling?" she went on, looking at Rob, who looked slightly embarrassed but replied, "Well, it's amazing what you find out sometimes." Stephanie shared a secret glance with Nick. "Well I certainly enjoyed seeing that little minx get her bottom well warmed, and I know Nick was only too happy to oblige. Now, who's for vinaigrette?" Talk turned to other subjects as they ate in the warm sunshine, a second bottle of Riesling lubricating the conversation until Sally brought them back to the subject on all their minds. "Do you know, Rob, we have reintroduced corporal punishment at Wellborough, and guess who has to dish it out? Yes, nurse Steph as the only medically trained person on the premises. What a hoot! How much of your nurse's training was devoted to spanking technique Steph?" she asked mischievously. "None of it, as you well know, Miss Smith, it's all been learnt on my own time," she retorted. "And of course one has to know what it's like to be on the receiving end in order to be able to administer it effectively and sensitively. Now I'm just going to pop upstairs for a few minutes. Nick, why don't you bring Rob and Sal inside for some coffee and I'll be back down in a few minutes." Without another word Stephanie headed up the garden. She had the second part of Rob's education in mind, a part she hadn't yet shared with Nick, but why should he have all the fun, she thought. She headed for her bedroom and opened the wardrobe doors. Hanging in front of her was her uniform. She stripped off all her clothes and went to her lingerie drawer, selecting a black suspender belt, sheer stockings and a pair of black lacy knickers. She quickly donned these items and added a matching bra before slipping her feet into black peep toe heels. Finally she pulled the light blue uniform over her head and adjusted it in front of the full length mirror. She gathered her hair in a clasp on top of her head and with a quick touch-up to her make-up she was ready. Her final act was to take her ebony Mason & Pearson hairbrush out of her dressing table drawer. She went out on to the landing and could hear Nick stacking dishes in the dishwasher and the coffee percolator gurgling. She hoped he had remembered to bring everything in from the garden. She gave it a few more minutes and then descended the stairs and pushed open the sitting-room door to find all three relaxed in easy chairs with coffee in front of them. She was pleased to see the cloth bag at Nick's feet. Nick looked up with a show of surprise. "Ah, Steph's got her spanking gear on, or should I say her work attire," he sniggered. "Well, when Rob and Sal turned up this morning, Rob made a comment about looking forward to meeting the school nurse and sounded slightly disappointed that I wasn't in uniform, so I thought I'd show him," retorted Stephanie primly. She sat on the sofa and crossed her legs, well aware that such an action in her deliberately-shortened uniform was likely to reveal an expanse of thigh, if not stocking-top too, but she was proud of her legs and not shy about showing them. In any case, she thought, Rob had seen her in a bikini this morning. "Do pass me a coffee please, darling," she addressed Nick. "Now Rob, you were given a demonstration this morning of the sort of thing that Sally, and indeed a lot of girls, like. But being shown it is one thing, putting it into practice is another thing altogether." She waited for her words to sink in. Nick gave her a knowing smile (she knew he wouldn't mind what she was about to suggest), Sally started moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue while Rob looked slightly apprehensive. "How would you like to get some practice on me, Rob?" suggested Stephanie softly. Rob looked uncertainly first at Nick, who nodded his encouragement, and then at Sally who simply smiled. "Well, er, yes, that would be very nice, um, if you don't mind," Rob mumbled. "No need to feel diffident, Rob, I'm quite experienced at this and will give you a few pointers if I think your technique could be improved," said Stephanie encouragingly. "Now why don't you position yourself in the centre of the sofa so there's plenty of room for me to stretch out over your lap, I've brought down my Mason & Pearson hairbrush that has given sterling service before and Nick will pass you the paddle that did such a good job on Sal's bottom this morning." With Rob seated to her satisfaction and with the hairbrush and paddle beside him on the sofa, Stephanie stretched herself slowly across his lap, with her heels in the air. "Ready when you are," she chirped, "just think about what you saw from Nick earlier. Rob looked down at the pleasantly ample behind, still clad in its uniform although the hem had risen to stocking-top level and brought his hand down, delivering a firm smack to the right cheek. He paused and Stephanie entreated him to continue. Rob concentrated on making accurate contact and administered another half dozen to both cheeks alternately. "Now," he said, clearing his throat, "I am concerned that with this uniform in place the impact of this discipline will be rather cushioned so I am going to lift up the hem of your dress and continue this session on your knickers," he announced in what he hoped was a stern voice. "Excellent," commended Stephanie, "lots of dialogue is a big turn-on for me, if you describe what you're doing or what you are going to do." Rob lifted the hem of her uniform and revealed the crisp black stockings and suspenders neatly framing the lightly tanned thighs and black knickers that covered most, but not all, of Stephanie's magnificent bottom. No sign yet of any blushing he thought, but if he kept up an even application of his palm across the whole of her bottom, the uncovered lower cheeks would give him a good idea of the condition of the clothed area. Because stockings were just not worn as much by women these days, the sight of this sexy nurse displaying her lingerie to him at quite such close quarters was an immense turn-on. He wondered if she could feel his insistent erection through his trousers. Although he had shagged Sally quickly and hard following her morning appointment with the paddle, he was fully aroused again. He brought his palm down firmly on each black-clad cheek in turn and relished the sharp report as he made contact. Nick was looking on approvingly from the other side of the room, while Sally had risen to her feet to enjoy a better view from a rear three-quarter position. Rob continued with his hand, slowly turning the exposed parts of Stephanie's bottom to a pleasant rose colour. He paused, and mindful of Stephanie's earlier advice pronounced, "Now Stephanie, I think it's time to introduce an implement into your punishment. I am going to apply the leather paddle to your bottom - hard!" "Ooh, Rob, that does sound scary," said Stephanie over her shoulder, making it clear she thought it was anything but. "Don't get too complacent," warned Rob with increasing confidence in his voice, as he thwacked the paddle down first on the right cheek and then the left, causing Stephanie to wriggle and squirm across his lap, an action that was not helping his erection to subside. "I think you need this paddle applied very firmly indeed, you cheeky nurse," he added for good measure, smacking it hard across both cheeks simultaneously. "You're doing really well Rob," breathed his victim huskily, "but isn't it time you took my knickers down?" "I will be the judge of that," replied Rob sternly, "when I think you are ready!" He continued to lay the paddle on firmly across the knicker-clad bottom, rewarded by increasingly short and frequent gasps from Stephanie who started to wriggle in a sense of some frustration. Nick smiled; he knew what game Rob was playing and it was fun to see Steph unable to impose her will on proceedings. He was enjoying immensely the sight of his elegant and sexy wife being thoroughly chastised by someone else, something they had never done before. Sally was staring in rapt concentration at the scene before her. Rob put down the paddle and allowed his right hand to drift teasingly up the inside of Stephanie's thighs. She obligingly parted her legs some more but Rob just allowed one finger to trace the edge of the material between her cheeks, nonetheless noticing the lubrication that was evident from deep inside her. Stephanie gave a low moan. "Just take them down Rob, please," she begged. Rob considered this request for a moment. "I think you will have to ask nicely and give me a full description of what you would like me to do," he proclaimed with a hint of relish. "Please, Rob, will you take my knickers down now and finish off my spanking on the bare bottom?" pleaded Stephanie. "Now, if you put it like that I shall have to adhere to your request," said Rob sliding her knickers down slowly and sensuously to her stocking tops. Sally edged closer. "You have made her bottom nice and pink," she said admiringly, "but I think you will have to give it to her a bit harder now she is all lovely and bare. I need you to get my own back for me after she gave me such a spanking just for looking in one of her disciplinary sessions at school." Rob gave her a wink and picked up the hairbrush. "Your wish is my command," he agreed, bringing the back of the Mason & Pearson down with a crack on Stephanie's exposed cheeks. He was gratified to see a darker shade of red appear in the oval shape of the brush. "A sound bare bottom spanking with the hairbrush is what you need, young lady," he declaimed to the hapless Stephanie. The only response he got was a muffled groaning as she buried her face in one of the sofa cushions. Rob kept up a steady rhythm on each cheek in turn, making sure he covered every square inch of flesh until he was treated to the wondrous sight of black stockings and suspenders, white thighs and a crimson bottom. "You're like a newspaper Stephanie, black and white and read all over," he quipped, before once again allowing his fingers to creep up between her thighs to find the sticky wetness between her lips. Stephanie thrust backwards, trying to draw his fingers deeper into her but Rob withdrew them. "Don't think you're getting it all your own way," he admonished, "now another crisp half dozen to each cheek and I think you're done." He delivered the promised dozen slowly and hard as Stephanie writhed in an agony of frustration across his lap. When he allowed her to get up she rose unsteadily, pulling her knickers back into place and lowering her dress. She looked Rob in the eye with a flushed face and smeared make-up and said haltingly, "That was very good for a novice, but I think there's a bit you didn't finish." "Oh, I think that's best left to Nick," he replied with a smirk. Nick rose to his feet, took Stephanie by the hand and said "I think we'll just pop upstairs to get Steph cleaned up, do help yourself to more coffee or whatever." Nick led Stephanie up the stairs as Sally turned to Rob. "I think some 'whatever' is in order," she said. "That little session has given me a fresh appetite." Nick closed the door of their bedroom behind them. "I think he did rather well, didn't you darling?" "For God's sake, just fuck me Nick," blurted Stephanie, "that bastard has got me so horny." She reached for Nick's waist, opened his belt and trousers and yanked out his penis. "Please Nick, I need it now," she whispered before making sure he was fully prepared by sinking to her knees and licking the abundant lubrication from his glans. "Right, on to the bed, knickers right off and on your hands and knees please," commanded Nick, as he divested himself of shoes, pants and trousers. He entered her swiftly with very little friction and she bucked and heaved with relief as first she climaxed and then very quickly Nick followed suit. Afterwards, they lay recovering on the bed with Stephanie's uniform up around her waist in an unwearable condition. She had a smile on her face. "That's what I call a good day," she opined. "A well-spanked bottom, a good fucking from behind and then duck breast with a redcurrant jus and a bottle of Phelan-Segur to come. What shall we do tomorrow?" she enquired innocently.