Message-ID: <20561eli$9903140450@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sweets1140@aol.com (Sweets1140) Subject: Sweets at School, part ten, (F/f, ped, 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: <19990313222129.20250.00000413@ng127.aol.com> Sweets at School, part ten Sweets entered the dining hall still wearing her soccer uniform. Cindy caught her by the arm and asked, where have you been? Sister Help of Christians came looking for you after school. She wants you to come back to the clinic for treatment. She waited in the room and left in a huff with a message for me to give you. Sweets said, Help in a huff? That's funny! What's the message? Cindy said, you hafta go tomorrow right after class, or else... Or else what? Sweets wondered the next day as she went directly from her last class to the Infirmary building. Sister saw her and beckoned her into the examining room. Get undressed, get up on the table, where have you been? Sister's agitation showed when Sweets feet found the stirrups. Sister shouted at her, slide down, come closer; don't waste my time. Sweets shivered as Sister studied her bottom then touched it with white latex-clad fingers that felt powdery and dry. What have you been doing? Why haven't you come here before now? What have we here... She paused and leaned back to open the drawer from which she withdrew the snapshot taken the first week, weeks ago. Something's changed here, she said. Something is different. Are you still leaking when you are nervous? Have you been touching yourself? If you have, you better get to Confession! Sister seemed quite put out. Sweets said, no, I haven't been touching myself. She smiled at her truth-telling and pictured Paul and Theo--this recall made her swell. Sister said, you vixen, it's Confession for you! Something's going on... Sister applied the zapper without warning; Sweets screamed in pain. Sister leaned in to do it again, but Sweets had scooted back up the table and closed her knees. Sister pulled her down to the table's edge and said, don't move, young lady, don't you dare move. Sweets could feel sweat starting on her back and knew she might start to squirt any minute. Sister said, this is good for you, just be still. I have something else you will like better. Sweets heard the buzzing before she felt it touching her bottom. She did not like it. It felt like a bee circling her bottom, like it would sting or get stuck the way a wasp did last year in her hand. She did not like it at all. She tried to get away, but Sister stood up and leaned down to hold her legs open with one arm. Sweets caught a glimpse of the tiny tool. It was white and had a long blue pole with what looked like a hook on the end. The cylinder handle was no larger than a double A battery. Strangest thing she had ever seen. Her curiosity allayed her fear; she stopped leaking to listen to the sound. Sister said, that's better, now hold still while I... This felt different from the cotton swab as it travelled back and forth, up and down on lips and into the grooves. At one point, it felt like it would enter her anus. She held her breath as it moved on. Sister resumed her seat, adjusted the standing light behind her. That's a good girl, see, that's not so bad, is it? Sweets recalled Paul saying something like that. She remembered how gentle he was, how nice it felt. Maybe, this would be all right to have... As Sweets calmed down and her knees relaxed, Sister said, Sweets, this is what you get when you control the urine, stop the spirting and just relax. Several girls like this. Some come nearly every day for this treatment. It calms their nerves and stops the bed-wetting because they know this is good for them. I am here to help make them all better--to make you all better. Sweets began to imagine Paul doing this. She pictured Theo watching him. She could not wait to tell them about this tool. Maybe they had one, too? As she relaxed more, she felt the sticking-out need arise. She did not want Sister to know about that. That was for Paul. She withdrew her bottom carefully so Sister would not become cross and said, Thank you, Sister. I think I am all better now, can I go? Sister turned off the tool and said, of course, my child. I am glad to hear you feel better. Will you come back tomorrow for another treatment? Well, I joined the soccer team and we have practice three days a week, Sister. Plus I go to the library after that to get started on my homework, plus I signed up for some yard duties. I don't know. Sister said, well, think about it, young lady. We do need to cure that seepage problem of yours and, as you can see, this may work for you. Sister stood up and Sweets hopped off the table. She could not wait to get out of this room for some reason she could not explain. Sister glowered before she saw Sweets back as she left the room. Sister thought, this one won't be easy. I may have to enlist Father's help with this one. She has a mind of her own. Must send a note to Father to follow-up that she goes to Confession or counseling. Sister made these mental notes as the outer door closed and Sweets ran to her dorm. Sweets at School, part ten Swe3/99h.txt -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----