Message-ID: <20340eli$9903040425@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sweets1140@aol.com (Sweets1140) Subject: Sweets at School,part three (F/f,m/f,ped,ws,mc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990303141217.28352.00003122@ng117.aol.com> Sweets at School, part three Cindy led the way to the Infirmary as Sweets struggled to match her long legged pace. Upon arrival, Cindy said, here it is--good luck! Sweets entered the one story building around which the gardeners were working shirtless in the warm autumn sunshine. She noticed the change from sunny day to gray day inside the building. White everywhere relieved by a statue, a cross and a few pastels on corridor walls felt different from being outside where those men were. Sweets followed the signs to Sister's office and took a seat alongside others waiting their turn to be called inside. Reader's Digest drew her to the word section as it always did. Sweets did not hear Sister call her the first time. When Sister said her name loudly, she jumped and followed her inside a room with a long table and stirrups at the end. Sweets saw trays of instruments which looked scarey--one group resembled duck bills with adjusting screws between them in several sizes; others were flanked by glass jars of long cotton swabs and gauze pads. She wondered what they were for and before she could ask, Sister said, stop looking so nervous, Sweets, you are just here for an exam and to update your history. Take this gown and put it on. Leave your socks on, but take off everything else, then hop up on this table for me, will you? Sweets did as she was told, then mounted the step stool wondering which end to put her head at until Sister said, your head goes here, your feet here, now lie on your back and scoot down until your knees go up and your bottom is at the end between the stirrups. When Sweets was in place, Sister said, scoot down more and open your knees Sweets so I can see what we have here. Sweets was starting to sweat a little, it felt cold in this cold room. She looked past Sister seated at end of the table with her head showing and those fierce eyebrows above those glasses and she saw a lamp over one shoulder and the open window over the other shoulder. No wonder she felt chilled. Sweets could hear the mower and trimmer being operated nearby. She could smell the grass being cut which pleased her more than the smell of antiseptics in this room. The stirrups were cold and her white-socked feet kept slipping on their steel surfaces. Sister adjusted the light and began speaking. Sweets, some parents want to know if their girls are virgins. If your parents asked, I'd say yes because you have an intact hymen here. Other parents approve a procedure for using different sized speculums to gently stretch the opening over time for a variety of reasons--no one asked me to do that to you, so those tools over there--we call them the spoons--will not be going inside you, so relax. Now tell me about when and why you wet yourself. Sweets gulped and felt her knees close together. Sister put her hands between them, those very large hands with the long fingers and pushed her knees apart. Come on, Sweets, she said, let me look at your bottom, keep those knees apart and tell me... Sweets could feel a squirt starting while Sister moved the lamp, so warm, closer. Well, said Sweets, when I get nervous, some leaks... Are you nervous now, Sweets? Sister's head nearly disappeared from view and Sweats wasn't sure if the warmth came from the lamp or her breath. Sweets said, yes, I am Sister. Sister said, I can see that, you are leaking now. Hang on a minute, I want a picture of this... Sister reached back into a drawer and took out a Polaroid camera which she aimed at Sweets bottom even though her knees closed again as the flash went off. Sister put the camera behind her and picked up a long cotton swab. Sweets felt the swab poking here and there. It reminded her of Charlie's fingers when he was not being mean or in a hurry. It felt nice. Sister kept rolling the tip of the swab from side to side and up and down. Sweets liked that. She felt her knees almost go limp as she concentrated on the swab sliding around very gently and poking near her pee hole. Sister said, that's a good girl, just relax and let me see... Sweets felt the spigot open from way inside her and she held it as long as she could, but it dribbled and trickled out anyway. Sister said, this is good, Sweets, this is something I can help you with. Do you wet the bed at night? No, said Sweets in a whisper. Sister said, I have tools for correcting bed wetting which may just work on your problem here. One is a zapper which gives an electrical charge when you fail to control your bladder, another is a catheter we use to empty bladders before bedtime to prevent bed wetting and another is a pencil-sized buzzer operated by a battery like an electric toothbrush which changes the pleasure source to another part here when you learn how to stop leaking so as to have it applied. The latter treatment requires that you stop by here after school for a few days until you get the hang of it. Many of the older girls use it or have me apply to them as needed. It corrects the urge to leak when they are nervous or can't get to the bathroom. I want to think about which will be just right for you. What do you think? Sweets could barely answer because the swab kept tracing a path to her pee hole and it felt so good she did not want it stop. This good stuff made her pee faster and Sister said, hold it, Sweets, hold it in or I will take the swab away. Do you understand? Can you do that? Sweets tried and failed. She tried again, but the urge to pee was overwhelming. She could almost picture Charlie's head there pulling and drawing even as she resisted. It was awful. Sweets needed to flood Charlie's mouth like he always wanted--she could not understand why Sister's swab had the same effect. She looked out the window to distract her self and saw the face of the gardener. His mouth was open and his nose was near the glass. Sweets said, Sister... then the man at the window put his finger to his lips and smiled. Sweets felt a rush of happiness. The gardener was watching and Sister did not know, but Sweets knew. It was just like when Charlie had his friend watch while he licked her bottom. All of a sudden, Sweets felt at home. Sister's voice broke through her reverie with: Pay attention, Sweets; pay attention to me. Make it stop now. Hold it in, my table is soaked here! Sweets turned her attention back to Sister who said, enough for now. Go wash up and get dressed. I can see we have work to do here. Come back tomorrow, I'll do paperwork then...in the meantime, you may go for now. Sweets felt a little stiff getting off the table after being in that open-legged position for so long, but she felt happy. The man at the window was gone before Sister stood up, but Sweets knew she had someone to share this with now. She hoped she would see him again and was anxious to go outside and look for him. Sweets at school, part three swe3/99.txt -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----