Erect nipples were considered important enough, however, that they were not to be left to chance; the regulations handbook explained that “if climate and clothing conditions prove to be insufficient to generate the desired effect, the student is expected to take the initiative and do whatever is necessary to keep her nipples in a firm and alert state”. Uniform checks applied here as well; if a student’s nipples were lacking, the inspecting staff member had authority to render discipline. Most girls did a good job keeping their nipples up to standard, however, and so rather than punish the occasional offender, the inspecting staff member would often instead resort to his responsibility as educator and counselor to his young charge, taking a moment to personally aid the struggling student and help return her nipples to the required state with a firm, experienced pedagogical hand.
Sexual contact was considered inappropriate in a school setting, given the fact that some students, including my daughters, had not yet celebrated their Festivals, but the main purpose of this was to introduce them to the concept of public access to their sex, and normalize it. The first step was getting them accustomed to having their genitals available for the enjoyment of others, even though at this stage nobody would take advantage of the opportunity beyond the pleasure of occasionally catching a glimpse of their nether parts. The girls were discouraged from attempting to avoid momentary, incidental exposures that might be caused by a gust of wind or the act of bending over to retrieve something from the ground. These became simply part of life and not a cause of alarm or shame-though they also doubtless added value to the everyday school experience of the male faculty and students.
Of course, a student undergoing punishment for violating part or all of the uniform regulations was offering more than just a glimpse of her fun bits-and regardless of how many pieces of clothing she may have had confiscated, she was expected to conduct herself normally for the rest of the day. It wasn’t unusual for me to pick the girls up from school in the afternoon and see three or four of their classmates emerge from the building topless, bottomless, or completely nude.
This severe discipline provided the opportunity to also properly socialize the male students. Ridicule and school-boy giggling might be expected, but were in fact completely absent. Young men were raised to respect their female classmates in preparation for how they would be expected to treat young girls for the rest of their lives. The female body was something to appreciate and enjoy, not a source of humor, and boys were taught from a young age how to behave like gentlemen when in the presence of a naked girl. Touching was expressly forbidden, but they were expected to interact with her exactly the same as if she were clothed. They were also encouraged to discuss soberly among themselves the desirability of whichever body parts she has been forced to offer for their viewing pleasure, comparing notes with observations they had made about other girls’ versions, and to compliment her on any specific anatomical details they found exceptionally attractive.
The twins looked great in their school clothes, but were always eager to change them out for their panties and tank tops when they got home. I stopped Serena at the door, however, and told her to come with me for an adventure. A fun-loving smile on her lips, she jumped in the passenger seat of the car.
Dr. Andrew’s office was downtown in a pleasant complex with a fountain in the courtyard. We went in and were greeted by the receptionist, a beautiful young brunette with sparkling eyes and what could only be described as a glow about her, who introduced herself as Kate. She wore her hair in a sweeping updo, and her purple sweater was cut extremely low across her considerable bosom-her nipples pressed enthusiastically against the soft cashmere, and I absently pondered that she must have very small areolas, since somehow they managed to stay concealed while her nipples were so close to the edge of her neckline. She handed Serena a standard intake form with a smile, and asked if she’d been in to see the doctor before. Serena replied shyly in the negative, and the receptionist laughed cheerily.
‘Oh you are in for a treat. Dr. Andrew is the BEST. He’s really why I work here-I get free treatments,’ she said with a wink.
Serena glanced at me with a quizzical look, but I motioned for her to sit down and fill out her form. While she did so, I picked up a card from the desk listing the services offered by the clinic:
Our Standard Manual Relaxation Treatment, Including Min. One Guaranteed Climax: 45 minutes, $80 (additional time, $20/10minutes)
Optional Enhancements:
Electro-Stimulation: $30
Paddling (Buttocks): $30
Nipple Clamping: $20
Penile Contact (Manual): $30
Penile Contact (Oral): $40
Penile Contact (Vaginal): $50
Penile Contact (Anal): $60
Seminal Fluid (Topical Application, price per ejaculation): $70
Seminal Fluid (Internal Application, Vaginal or Anal, price per ejaculation): $80
Seminal Fluid (Ingested, price per ejaculation): $90
*please note a maximum of three ejaculations for Seminal Treatments, unless previously arranged.
Just then the door opened and a tall, red-bearded man who appeared to be in his late forties and in excellent shape walked in and extended his hand to us, introducing himself as Dr. Andrew. His voice was deep, and he smiled broadly at Serena as he looked her up and down.
‘Welcome to our clinic, Serena,’ he said, ‘I’m glad you’re here. Won’t you follow me to our treatment room in the back, and you can finish filling that out there?’
We walked down a short, tastefully-lit corridor, the walls lined with art and the carpet soft under our feet. Dr. Andrew ushered us into a comfortable, windowless room, and when he closed the heavy door behind him I realized it was completely sound-proof. In the middle of the room was a long massage table which appeared to be upholstered in rich brown leather, and had soft leather straps arranged around the sides. On one wall were dark wood cabinets, and above several low bookshelves along the other wall were various anatomical charts alternating with vintage nude photographs from fifty or more years ago-classic images of beauties from my grandfather’s day, some with the model’s name in the corner of the picture: Caprice. Alison Angel. Connie. Katya Clover. Ariel. Next to the table stood a large basket of carefully folded towels. Soft music played, and the overall atmosphere was an odd combination of a doctor’s office and a spa.
I glanced at the books on the shelf next to me and read the curious, scholarly titles: “Fundamentals of Generating Neurological Cascade Phenomena Via Pudendal Stimulation-the Cox Approach”. “Comparative Effectiveness of Clitoral Vibration Versus Clitoral Suction on the Secretion of Vaginal Lubrication-A Case Study”. “The Grantchester Method: A New Approach to Using Seminal Plasma in Female Climax Treatments, Vol. 2 (Girls Aged 18-22)”.