First Day at the Academy
Abbi arrived the night before in a whirlwind of activity that she could barely remember. A short trip through heavy traffic on a luxury commuter bus, a quick glimpse of the Academy’s main building and grounds, a bite to eat in the dorm’s common area, saying hi to a couple of her fellow boarders while they changed into nightwear, and then sleep.
The girl’s dorm supervisor woke them up at 7 am and encouraged them to dress quickly in time for breakfast.
Abbi arose eagerly while the other girl in the room groaned. She went to the window and parted the curtains to get her first look at the city.
“Wow,” she gasped. “The Hollywood Sign is right there!”
“Oof,” a voice croaked from the top bed of Abbi’s shared double decker bunk. “Nooooo suuun!”
While there was no view of the city, the dorm rooms on this side of the building had a million-dollar view of the surrounding neighborhood and the world-famous sign. It was so close she had to crane her neck up to see it clearly, the scrub of Mt. Lee a nice shade of green from the rainy spring that LA had enjoyed.
She hopped a little from the joy and excitement of the moment, then promptly shed her pajamas on the way to her side of the shared closet.
“Too early,” moaned the girl from the top bunk. She had sat up but her long black hair was a mess obscuring her face.
Standing in nothing but her cutest pair of pink panties, Abbi saw three pristine Academy uniforms already hanging there, ready for the weekend. Abbi fastened the red tartan skirt around her slim hips then slipped on a plain white bra. The white button-down shirt and thin crimson cardigan, complete with the Academy crest, went on quickly after that.
Abbi peered into the mirror on the inside of the closet door and gasped a little again. She forgot that she had her mousy brown hair cut into a short bob yesterday and was mildly shocked to see an image of herself that had been long hidden; a young girl, fresh faced and freckled, blooming into something both beautiful and powerful.
While Abbi was pulling on her white thigh-high stockings and deciding whether to put on make-up or not, her bunkmate hopped down to the floor with a dull thud.
“Cute,” she said with an English accent. Abbi saw her newly arisen roommate clearly for the first time and gasped yet again. The girl stood there completely naked and glorious; flawless caramel colored skin, full but perky breasts, brown nipples standing hard in the slight morning chill, long legs, a spill of silky black hair nearly down to her butt, all framed in the fresh light of a new day. Abbi had never seen a thigh gap in real life, believed even that it was probably only ever created through photoshop, but there it was, framing the barest hint of a landing strip atop the Mound of Venus.
Abbi stood frozen, gawking, overcome with a mixture of embarrassment and desire.
“The uniform, that is,” she tried to fill the awkward silence. “The uniform is cute.”
“Uhhh,” Abbi replied lamely.
“You’re cute too,” the naked girl added. “I’m Kamilla.”
“Um,” Abbi continued.
“Could I get past you? I don’t mind being nude, but it is a bit chilly, and we need to be in full uniform to be admitted to breakfast.”
“Uh, yeah,” Abbi said, finally collecting enough of herself to speak. “Sorry.”
She stepped aside and watched Kamilla dress, who didn’t seem to mind the attention.
“You’re Abbigail?” she asked, straining to button up her crisp white shirt around her ample bosom.
“Yeah,” Abbi replied. “Abbi, actually. Everyone calls me Abbi.”
“Good to meet you cute Abbi,” Kamilla said. “Let’s get the others up so we can head to the café together.”
Abbi followed her through the adjoining bathroom into the other, identical dorm room.
“Wakey wakey, ladies,” Kamilla said, leaning into her English accent. “Time to break the fast and learn what the Academy has to teach us.” Kamilla threw open the curtains.
“Jeez, what time is it?” one said.
“Fuck, I’m hungry,” the other said.
The girl on the top bunk sat up so quickly she hit her head on the ceiling. Dressed in athletic shorts and a tank-top, the tallest girl Abbi had ever seen rubbed her head as she climbed down. Her dark chocolate skin, short curly hair, and bold features were striking and a little intimidating, until she spoke.
“Are we introducing ourselves?” the tall girl asked in a girlish southern accent. “I’m Blair and I have to pee.” She walked out, resolutely seeking the restroom.
“Ariel,” said a husky voice from under the blankets on the lower bunk. “I’m not a fucking morning person, so sorry for being fucking grumpy, but I need some fucking coffee.”
Kamilla pulled the blanket back to reveal the grumpy girl. Ariel was dressed in flannel pajamas, her platinum blonde hair an absolute mess. She sat up with a groan, squinting at Abbi and Kamilla looking fresh and awake in their Academy uniforms. Standing, Ariel was short but built; healthy hips and booty, large breasts straining against the fuzzy fabric of her jammies. She was familiar too; something about her round face and enormous green eyes struck a chord deep in Abbi’s sleepy mind.
“Well, don’t you two look too fucking cute,” Ariel smirked.
“You should be careful with that language, Ariel,” Kamilla warned. “It’s only the first day, you don’t want to get into too much trouble.”
“Isn’t that the idea?”
–
Abbi decided to brush her hair and apply a little make-up, just some lipstick and eye shadow. The common restroom had four large sinks, two to a side facing each other, the mirrors reflecting the four girls getting ready into infinity. Off to Abbi’s left, two shower stalls, open at the top but closed with frosted glass in the front. To the right, two fully enclosed toilet stalls (private rooms actually) with rich brown wood doors. One of many touches that gave it away that the Academy wasn’t your typical private school.
“See you down there.”
Abbi took one last look in the mirror at herself, a quick peek at her roommate’s progress, then grabbed her small backpack off the floor and started downstairs to begin the day.
“Abbi, wait up!” Kamilla called after her.
“I’ll see you there,” Abbi said over her shoulder.
Despite Kamilla’s invitation that they all go to the cafeteria together, Abbi wanted to make this first walk across the quad alone.
The common room was full of comfy couches and chairs, a big low coffee table stained and dinged from years of use, a many of bookshelves filled with books and DVDs, and a single large flatscreen TV on the wall. A sound system, complete with record player, that looked a lot like the one her grandparents had when she was a kid, sat atop a bookshelf filled with records. The only art seemed to be Academy pennants from years past. The common room and the corridor to the dorm’s one elevator and staircase was empty. Abbi knew that the boy’s dorms were on the other side of the common room; she could hear them getting ready too.
She hustled down the stairs, past the supervisory staff’s rooms, and out the door.
Living in Sarasota her whole life, she was always told that she was spoiled by the tropical weather there. 23 years in Florida taught her only that humidity ruined whatever hairstyle she was trying to pull off and made her boobs sweat unsightly rings into every t-shirt even through her bra. During the spring and summer, any time not hiding indoors under the AC vent was best spent in a pool, and that the rain that came almost every evening wasn’t fun or refreshing, only dangerous because of the lightning.
Barely a minute in the LA weather made her instantly jealous of how spoiled Angelenos were compared to people cursed to live in Florida.
The quad was awash with cool fresh air and continuously shaded by more trees than you would think could fit in such a confined space. There were sturdy wood benches and picnic tables, clean white concrete, lush green grass, a couple of winding stone paths disappearing into the tall bushes, and even a small gazebo with pillows and cushions to relax in. It was all protected in by an ivy-covered red brick wall at least 15 feet tall.
On one side of the quad, the stately red brick and pollution-stained marble Page Building stood 5-stories, much taller than any of the houses or condos that crouched at the foot of Mt. Lee. All of Abbi’s classes and tutoring sessions, along with any detention time she earned, would happen in there. She passed by the imposing portico, identical to the one outside facing the street, dwarfed by the Doric columns and felt a thrill of anticipation run through her.
The Page Building made the dormitory building behind her look plain and sad.
On the other side of the quad was the newer, lower profile cafeteria building. Doubling as an assembly room, it was a severe gray concrete building with floor to ceiling windows and a wide-open floorplan filled with modern foldable lunch tables sitting on finished bare concrete. The kitchen and food line were on one side, a study in stark stainless steel and glass, and a low, gray carpeted stage complete with crimson curtain and dark wood lectern on the other. Abbi walked into this vision of efficiency enveloped in a smell of eggs, bacon, and coffee.
School never felt this good before in her life. It was almost too perfect.
A small line of students and staff were getting food, and there was a cluster of students already sitting on a couple of tables near the windows while teaching staff sat together closer to the stage. It was quiet, just the small noises of food being served, and meals being eaten, a few low conversations. Kamilla had finally caught up and got in line with Abbi, saying nothing but sharing an excited look.
The kitchen staff were just as clean and efficient as the meal queue. The illusion was completed by a matronly woman in an apron and hairnet standing at a cash register at the end of the line, entering the contents of each student’s meal and taking their meal vouchers before releasing them into the common area.
She’d eaten institution food before on church camp trips, so the culinary perfection of the simple meal that was served to her was a complete surprise. The healthy pile of scrambled eggs, a pair of crispy bacon strips, a small cinnamon apple muffin, and a cup of hot Earl Grey didn’t last long on Abbi’s plate. She ate quietly and watched as the rest of the students and staff filtered in, acknowledging her fellow Sophomore girls as they sat with her to eat.
The cafeteria began to buzz as more students and staff arrived, not noisy really, but sub-sonically, or maybe tectonically; a vibration of nervous excitement that Abbi could feel coming up through the ground, making her flesh resonate. Abbi cleaned her plate and then sat silently, clutching the warm mug of tea close to her chest.
The silence was finally broken when a tall man in a severe gray suit followed by woman who seemed to be half his size, wearing an equally severe gray skirt and blazer entered and walked straight for the lectern.
The tall man was pale and serious looking, short cropped brown hair, clean shaven face, and fashionable black frame glasses. There was something familiar about him to Abbi, the second feeling like that she’d had about someone since waking up.
The woman was mature but striking, brown hair pulled back into a severe bun, face sharp and seemingly clear of makeup. She looked like a character on an old sitcom her mom used to watch, the one about the bar and all the funny drunk people. Frasier? Abbi could sense the power and control radiating out from her like the confident rays of sunshine on display out in the Quad that fine May morning. She turned on the lectern’s mic and cleared her throat while the tall man hovered off to her side.
“Good morning students and Academy staff,” she said. “I am Vice Principal Johnson. On behalf of Principal Kennedy and the Perfectly Normal Society, I would like to thank you all for committing to this term of educational excellence. To the staff: thank you for your dedication to this Academy, your creativity, and discipline. To the students assembled here for the first time: while you are learning and growing within these walls, know that you will be well taken care of, and that your experiences here will hopefully inspire a lifetime of healthy exploration.”
There was a smattering of applause.
“A few things before I release the students to homeroom, our rules are strict but fair. This building, the dormitory, the quad and its gardens are all safe spaces reserved for you to rest and recharge. While in those spaces and the halls of the Betty Page Building, you will be neat and tidy in your Academy uniforms. Listen carefully to the staff and heed their instructions. If you have any health or security related issues during unsupervised time on the grounds, please bring them to the staff’s attention immediately.” Johnson nodded toward a couple of burly men hovering near the cafeteria entrance that had arrived unnoticed, both wearing black suits with black crewneck t-shirts, sunglasses, and an earpiece.
“Tonight’s fieldtrip will be a private tour of the Chinese Theatre and a screening of Fast Times at Ridgemont High. You will all be on your best behavior, remembering always that you represent the Academy while in public. Any individual demonstrating poor attitudes or behavior while in public reflects badly on us all and will be dealt with harshly.”
Abbi looked at the three girls at her table. Kamilla raised skeptical eyebrow her way, while Blair and Ariel looked suitably admonished considering the gravity of Vice Principal Johnson’s message.
“One final thing before I release you all: a great deal of care and effort goes into making these weekends as special as possible for our students. We look forward to seeing your enthusiastic participation this term.”
With that, Johnson stepped aside, and Principal Kennedy stepped up. He pushed up his glasses and regarded the assembly for a moment before speaking.
“Students, you have a short, five-minute break to freshen up, and then please report to Homeroom. Thank you.”
The Principal’s voice and demeanor urged the students to their feet without hesitation. All of them picked up their trays, slung backpacks, and took last sips and bites while heading to the door, except for Abbi. She arose and looked hard at the man, convinced now that she had heard his voice before, that Principal Kennedy was someone she had met before.
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The Trip to the Nurse’s Office
Walking into the Page Building for the first time, Abbi did her mindful best in taking in the surroundings.
Abbi had a vague idea of the Page Building’s layout: 1st floor administration offices for Principal Kennedy and VP Johnson, Nurse’s Office, Counsellor’s Office, Library, Teacher’s Lounge. Main stairway and elevators for access all the way to the roof. 2nd floor Homeroom, two classrooms for each for the class age groups. On the 3rd floor were smaller rooms specially equipped for detention and correction. The 4th floor was where there were enough rooms for every student’s private study sessions. The 5th floor was the gym, and there was some sort of garden lounge on the roof.
Students were required to check in at the security desk just inside the quad entrance before heading up the stairwell. Abbi told the burly man behind the desk her name and headed toward the main stairs.
Each stairwell had a huge old-fashioned mullioned window overlooking the Academy grounds and the Hollywood Hills beyond. Abbi had lagged behind failing to catch the eye of Principal Kennedy and felt alone in the old building as she walked up those stairs. It was an illusion though; dozens of Academy staff were preparing their rooms for today’s lectures and tutoring.
2nd floor corridor was silent, all her classmates already in homeroom, the other classrooms empty but waiting. The Academy’s corridors were like any other, just imagine any TV show or movie high school and you’ve got it. Red tile floor, polished to a high gloss, cream-colored walls with crimson trim plastered with pep rally and SAT tutoring flyers, a high ceiling with fancy unfinished tin tiles, another tall, mullioned window on the other side lighting the scene just right, and a couple of handmade banners promoting upcoming field trips. There was a conspicuous lack of lockers lining the halls, and there were no windows looking in on the classrooms either. The doors to every class were painted blood red with the room number on a plaque just to the side.
Homeroom was plain, naturally lit from high frosted windows, decorated the same as the Academy halls. Abbi suspected that the other classrooms would have more personality on display.
Twenty-four student desks sat in orderly rows facing the whiteboard, and all the students were seated, already self-segregated by class: Freshmen to the left, Sophomores in the middle, and Juniors on the right.
The bell hadn’t yet rung but everyone was there, sitting quietly. Abbi wondered how long this collective discipline would last.
She would have been hard pressed to tell the difference between the classes if they weren’t seated together. The assembled group were a diverse group of attractive 20- and 30-somethings. Boys wore pleated khaki pants instead of the red tartan skirts, but their white shirts and crimson cardigans were the same as the girls. About the only difference seemed to be the backpacks each student was allowed to carry throughout their day; Freshmen carried brightly colored packs with cartoon characters and superheroes on them, while Sophomores plain backpacks sat almost forgotten under their chairs, and Juniors either carried laptop or courier bags.
Abbi had a good idea of the 13-weeks of curriculum ahead of her, it had been worked out and agreed to in detail months ago, and she figured the other Sophomores and Juniors would all have weekends similar to her own. She had only the barest inkling of what the Freshmen’s Academy experience might be like and wouldn’t know unless she had a chance to talk with one during lunch or free period in the quad.
The bell rang and the silence that followed was even deeper than before.
A friendly faced middle-aged woman followed by an equally charming older man walked in, dressed in the Academy teacher’s standard gray slacks or skirt and crimson blazer complete with leather elbow patches.
“Ms. Buchanan” wrote the lady teacher, followed by “Mr. Cleveland”.
The assembled students finally took a breath, some of the tension collectively relieved.
“Good morning class.”
“Good morning, Miss Buchanan,” the class obediently intoned.
“Before we take attendance,” Ms. Buchanan began, “and give you your classroom assignments for today, would Miss Abbi please raise her hand?”
She suddenly felt warm despite the slightly chill air, an uncontrollable blush reddening her cheeks. She sat there for a moment, unable to act. Ms. Buchanan’s laser-like focus was suddenly on Abbi and her hand seemed to rise of its own accord.
“Nurse Polk needs to see you in her office.”
All the students’ eyes were suddenly on her, some with mocking looks, others with mild jealousy.
“You had better go now, Miss Abbi” she said with a stern look. “Don’t dawdle.”
“Yes, Miss Buchanan,” Abbi replied in a meek voice, uncertain of what such an early summons might mean. Embarrassment raged on her flushed face.
Abbi slung her backpack on one shoulder and walked out, a wake of snickers and whispered comments behind her. She looked back as she opened the door to find a friendly face, get some reassurance. Only Kamilla smiled back and mouthed “Good luck.”
Abbi trudged back down to the ground floor to the Nurse’s office. The Page Building was awake now with the sound of wordless voices, hard soles making staccato footfall on polished tile, the scraping of chairs, opening drawers, and the hydraulic wheeze of automatic classroom doors closing.
Abbi’s embarrassment was replaced with nervousness by the time she turned the handle of the Nurse’s Office door. The small waiting area had a few plastic classroom chairs and a small bookshelf empty for use as cubby holes for visiting students. The carpet was thin and gray, and the air smelled slightly medicinal. There was a mix of student artwork and health related posters scattered on the walls, adding a little color to the bland space.
“I’ll be with you in a moment,” a pleasant, feminine voice called from the ajar inner door separating waiting room from exam room.
Abbi slid her backpack into a cubbyhole and sat. Anxious energy had her smoothing out her tartan skirt, pulling up her stockings, chewing on her bottom lip, and sewing-machining her leg the moment she sat down.
“Why does waiting for a doctor or nurse seem so much longer than anything else?” Abbi wondered quietly to herself. “At least my doctor at home has stuff to read.”
“What did you say, dear?” asked the nurse. She stood in the doorway wearing dark red scrubs and a white lab coat, a stethoscope slung on her neck. Abbi jumped up, startled.
“Sorry, I was just talking to myself,” she stammered. “Nervous habit.”
“I do that too,” Nurse Polk replied. “All my best thinking happens out loud in the car and shower. I’m Nurse Polk.”
Nurse Polk stood much taller than Abbi, a beautiful Asian woman with timeless features and creamy skin. Abbi had a hard time looking directly in her brown eyes.
“Come on back Miss Abbi,” Nurse Polk said while she hung a small Do Not Disturb sign on the inner door handle. “This won’t take too long.”
The exam room was like any other, a paper covered exam table, a clinical reclining chair, a counter and sink with cupboards above and below, even a large articulated light hanging down from the ceiling. Abbi stared a little too long at the large reproductive organ posters on the wall.
“Would you please sit on the exam table?”
“Do I need to take anything off?”
“Not yet,” Nurse Polk reassured. “I need to take vitals and ask you a few things first.”
Abbi sighed and hopped up to sit on the crinkly paper, her feet dangling high above the floor.
“So, Abbi,” said Nurse Polk began. “How are you feeling today?”
“Fine, great, excited.”
“Did you sleep ok last night? Get enough breakfast this morning?” Abbi nodded to both. “I have to ask, and sorry if this is embarrassing, but have you started your period?”
“No, that ended last week.”
“Are your periods regular?”
“Yes,” Abbi replied, embarrassment and nervousness gone. “I’m on the pill, so…”
“That’s good. And are you sexually active?”
“No,” Abbi began. “I mean…no. Not for a year. I had a steady boyfriend but that ended last year.”
Nurse Polk briefly flipped through a manilla folder and made a few notes. She then set it aside and looked at Abbi.
“Aren’t you just the cutest little thing?” She asked, pulling on a pair of exam gloves with a snap.
Abbi didn’t know how to respond. She’d never heard that question in a medical setting, and it was mildly unsettling.
“You’re a Sophomore, right? Aren’t you a little young to have a steady boyfriend?”
“I, uh…” Honestly, Abbi had forgotten that a major part of her matriculation would involve a certain amount of roleplay.
Nurse Polk felt around Abbi’s face, jaw and neck, palpating. She shined a light in her eyes and had her stick out her tongue for the depressor. Nurse Polk pressed it in further and for longer than she’d experienced before.
“Not much of a gag reflex,” Nurse Polk said. “Nice.” Was that a hint of deviousness in her smile?
Speechless, all the heat and blood in Abbi’s body seemed to rush right back into her cheeks.
“Would you remove your cardigan and shirt now, please?”
Abbi stood to comply. Nurse Polk towered over her, close enough to feel a little heat and to detect a pleasant whiff of expensive smelling perfume. She shed her cardigan, which Nurse Polk hung on a hook near the door. Abbi began to unbutton her shirt when Nurse Polk interrupted.
“Here, let me help.” Nurse Polk clasped Abbi’s suddenly sweaty hands and lowered them gently to her sides. “Don’t worry dear, I’m going to take good care of you.”
Abbi’s teeth began to chatter a little, not from cold, but from the wave of confusing sexual anxiety that threatened to overwhelm her. Nurse Polk took charge, one button at a time, a hard to decipher expression on her face. The last button undone, Nurse Polk pulled the shirt down off Abbi’s shoulders and tossed it onto the counter. Goosebumps popped up all over her arms. Abbi could do nothing but look down and twist her hands into knots.
“Sit down on the table again, Abbi.” Abbi obeyed. Nurse Polk put the stethoscope to her ears and put the cold disc to Abbi’s chest. Abbi recoiled with a small squeak.
“Oh, sorry,” Nurse Polk laughed. “I forget how cold this can be.” She held it up to Abbi’s mouth. “Blow on this for a moment, that’ll warm it up.”
Abbi found herself obeying Nurse Polk’s every instruction. While a deep part of her was silently shocked, Abbi felt relief in Nurse Polk’s leadership.
Her Daddy told her once, not long after they started playing online, “Don’t be nervous Abbi Girl, I will teach, and you will learn.” She took his advice at the beginning of every adventure with him, and it served her well. She decided when Nurse Polk put the stethoscope back on her chest, now a button of soothing warmth, to do just that. Every time an Academy staff member took charge, she would set aside her fear best she could and learn.
Abbi lost the moment she was in, started thinking ahead of all the valuable lessons the Academy would help her learn in the weeks ahead.
“Could you take a deep breath for me?” Nurse Polk asked, moving the stethoscope around her chest with care. Abbi looked up and smiled, breathing deep in her nose, and letting it out slow over her puckered lips. Nurse Polk moved to Abbi’s back and asked her to breathe a few more times.
“Good girl, thank you. Hold out your hand please.”
Nurse Polk attached a heartbeat monitor to her middle finger and ran a curious device over Abbi’s forehead and cheek.
“What was that?” Abbi asked.
“A new way to take temperatures. I prefer the old-school way, but the Academy got me the equipment so I might as well make them happy and use it.”
Abbi refused to think about what the ‘old-school’ way might entail, holding off another wave of embarrassment.
“Your heart is racing, little girl.” Nurse Polk stated, peering at the heartbeat monitor as she removed it. “What can I do to help you feel better about your visit today?”
“Umm,” Abbi thought out loud.
“How about a lollipop?” Nurse Polk asked brightly. “I know you’re a Sophomore now, but you’re never too old for a lolly.”
“Um, ok.”
“Come on Miss Abbi, you can be more polite than that.”
“Um, can I please have a lollipop, Nurse Polk?”
“That’s better dear,” she replied, producing a grape flavored Tootsie-pop from her lab coat. Nurse Polk unwrapped it and said, “Open wide, please.”
Abbi was grateful to have something to do beside fret, the sugary grape flavor flooding her mouth. Nurse Polk seemed to be taking advantage of her distraction when she moved beside Abbi and deftly unhooked her bra.
“My goodness girl,” Nurse Polk said, giving Abbi’s naked chest a good look. “Even your boobies are cute as a button.” Abbi was a little slow to cover herself, a squeak escaping from her lollypop occupied mouth. She had felt self-conscious about her breasts ever since her younger sister had developed earlier (and more) than her and used it as a hot button to tease her throughout their teenage years.
Nurse Polk started applying the stethoscope to Abbi’s back and asking for more deep breaths. She did her best to breathe and relax again, wondering when she would be allowed to return to homeroom.
“We’ll be done here soon,” Nurse Polk said, anticipating the question. “You’re doing great dear.”
Nurse Polk set her stethoscope aside and grabbed an instrument from the counter.
“Have you ever wondered what this thing is called?” she asked. Nurse Polk held up the little orange rubber hammer. Abbi shook her head.
“It’s called a ‘Trömner reflex hammer’. When I was young, I thought it was so funny when my doctor would hit my knee and it would kick all by itself.”
Nurse Polk did the reflex test on Abbi’s right knee, causing it to kick a tiny bit. She smiled up at Abbi, who did her best to return the smile while she modestly covered her breasts and sucked on the tootsie-pop.
Nurse Polk went to test the left knee but noticed something out of place.
“Oh dear,” she said, lifting Abbi’s skirt to reveal her pink panties. “You are out of uniform, Miss Abbi.”
“No, I’m not,” replied Abbi once she’d pulled the sucker out. “I only used the clothes set out for me in my closet upstairs.”
Nurse Polk suddenly looked serious, stern.
“Now, Miss Abbi,” she began. “Before you talk back again and get into more trouble, you should let the grown-up explain.”
“Yes, Nurse Polk,” Abbi sighed. It was starting already.
“The Academy’s uniform code is simple: no personal clothing during school hours. Your pink panties, while extremely precious, are unacceptable. The uniform code is very specific; only white stockings, white cotton panties, and white bra are allowed.”
“Oh, my goodness,” Abbi gasped. “I’m so sorry Nurse Polk. I didn’t mean to break the rules. I’ll go back to the dorm right now and change them.”
“No dear,” Nurse Polk shook her head. Her expression saddened, but there was a glint of something else in her eyes. “You will have to be punished.”
“Oh no!”
“Oh yes, Miss Abbi,” Nurse Polk said with an air of finality. “A first violation of the uniform code means a hand spanking, at least 20 swats, and I feel like you should probably have your temperature taken, too.”
Abbi’s mind rolled over the breaking news about the spanking like an unexpected speed bump, but it really hit a wall with the follow up report of an incoming rectal thermometer. All that emerged was a weak plea.
“Can’t I just go and change? It’s my first offense, and I didn’t even mean to do it.”
“You can plead and bargain all you want, but every minute you delay is another ten swats I will be applying to your backside.”
Abbi felt defiant and strong looking back at Nurse Polk for exactly 3 seconds, then she wilted and began to tear up.
“Stand up, turn around and place your arms on the exam table please.” Abbi complied. “You may keep the lollypop, but if you drop it during your punishment, you won’t get another one.”
“Yes, Nurse Polk.” Abbi said, returning the tootsie-pop to her mouth in the hopes it would give her something to focus on besides the imminent humiliation.
Nurse Polk lifted Abbi’s skirt onto her back and took a moment to appreciate the view. The cotton panties that clung to Abbi’s perky round cheeks were coincidentally the same shade of pink as her nipples. Abbi felt tiny and exposed, furious with herself, and nearly ready to cry.
“Have you ever been spanked before, Miss Abbi?”
“Never as a punishment, mam.”
“So, someone spanked you for fun?” Nurse Polk prodded, half accusing and half teasing. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes, I mean no, I mean, um…” Abbi stammered. “Wait…”
“Well, this will be different. You will be getting ten spanks with your panties on, and ten with them pulled down. After that, I will be taking your temperature rectally. I don’t expect you to count, but I do expect you to be still and quiet.”
“Yes, Nurse Polk.” Abbi whimpered.
“Let’s begin, then.”
The first swat was surprisingly loud and alarming, followed by another, one on each cheek. Nurse Polk quite skilled; a couple of tears squirted from Abbi’s tightly closed eyes. Abbi bit down on the paper lollypop stick, anticipating the next impact and willing herself not to cry out.
Another two expertly applied swats ended that charade. Abbi moaned.
“Hush dear,” Nurse Polk said, sternly. She then swatted her across both cheeks. The pain started to overtake the shock in Abbi’s mind. “Almost done with this part.”
Three more hard hits on her stinging bottom had the tears rolling down Abbi’s flushed cheeks. She squeaked, holding back the cries.
“These next two are going to be quite hard, sweetheart,” Nurse Polk warned. “You’re doing great.”
The only thought that flashed through Abbi’s mind when Nurse Polk spanked her the ninth and tenth time was that ‘hard’ was an understatement.
It took a moment to realize that Nurse Polk had stopped. Abbi blinked the tears out of her eyes. Less than minute or so had passed since the first swat, but Abbi felt like she had been bent over the exam table for days.
What have I gotten myself into? she silently asked herself.
“It’s time for your panties to come down,” Nurse Polk instructed. “I can do it for you, or you can be brave and do it yourself.”
“I’ll do it, mam,” Abbi said in her littlest voice.
“Don’t stand up yet, dear.” Nurse Polk warned. “Rest your head on the table so you can reach back.”
Abbi complied, placing her chin on the crinkly paper covering the cushioned exam table. At some point she had dropped the lollypop and it sat, a few inches from her nose, mocking her inability to control herself.
Her bottom was on fire; it felt like the worst sunburn she ever had as she pulled her panties halfway down her butt.
“All the way down, dear.” Nurse Polk ordered.
Abbi surrendered and pulled them past the curve of her ass; they fell limp on their own to her clenched knees.
“That’s better.”
And before Abbi could think, Nurse Polk began a series of relentless swats to her already reddened bottom. Keeping her pressed to the exam table with one strong hand, she kept up the barrage with her other hand for no more than a minute. To Abbi it felt far longer, like the slow-motion sensation of being car crash that only hurt her ass and pride. In the end, Abbi couldn’t hold it in anymore. She cried out, a wordless, high-pitched whine of protest.
And then it was over. It was another minute of soft crying and hard tears before Nurse Polk sharply inhaled to address Abbi.
“I’m sorry dear, that was many more than 10 spanks with your panties down, but I feel like I’ve gotten my message across.”
“Does that mean you’re not taking my temperature?” Abbi sniffled.
“We both know,” Nurse Polk snuffed that plea with a crooked smile and a soft snort, “that you’re not getting out of this part.”
She moved over to the counter to prepare the thermometer. Abbi felt another whine coming on and did her best to stifle it.
“So, I’m going to apply some K-Y jelly to the thermometer and your anus. I really prefer this way of taking temperatures, especially when a disobedient student needs disciplining.”
Nurse Polk squeezed a little bit of the clear jelly onto her gloved index finger.
“Have you ever had your temperature taken this way, sweetie?”
Abbi shook her head.
“Some people find the sensation unpleasant. It won’t last long, I promise.”
Abbi squirmed and clenched her cheeks, but Nurse Polk was an expert at this too. Before Abbi knew it, Nurse Polk had slid her finger inside Abbi in a way so intimate and invasive she forgot about her spanking burned bottom.
“You’re doing so well, Miss Abbi.” Nurse Polk said, soothingly. “I really shouldn’t say this, but you made the sweetest little noises during your punishment.”
Abbi didn’t know how to respond to a compliment from a woman who had her finger in her ass.
“It’s ok, dear,” Nurse Polk said. “You can thank me soon, we’re almost done.”
Nurse Polk withdrew her finger and quickly replaced it with an old-fashioned glass and mercury thermometer. Abbi winced and gasped a little.
“Sorry if that’s cold sweetie,” Nurse Polk reassured. “It’ll be over before you know it.”
Abbi kept it all in but the tears; the confusion, the embarrassment, the weirdly inappropriate sexual tension that seemed to bubble up from nowhere, the weird sense of relief realizing that getting a small sliver of cold glass in her anus wasn’t nearly as bad as the spanking was. Abbi had her head turned away, cheek pressed to the waxy paper, but she could sense Nurse Polk standing behind her.
“Miss Abbi?” she asked.
“Yes, mam?”
“Are you aroused? Your vagina seems to be well lubricated.”
“Oh, my goodness, you can see it?”
“Nothing to be ashamed of dear, and nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“Oh no! Is it dripping?” Like magic, Abbi could suddenly feel some of her own wetness cooling on her inner thighs.
“I can help you relieve some of that pressure, if you would consent.”
“What do you mean?”
“I have a number of tools here for relief, but I’m also adept at digital manipulation.”
“You mean, like, finger me?”
“I wouldn’t be so crude, but yes,” Nurse Polk smirked. “Did you know, in the Victorian era, they called what you are experiencing right now hysteria? Doctors would offer expert manipulations to help cure a woman’s hysteria?”
“Oh, no Nurse Polk,” Abbi cried. She’d never been more embarrassed in her life. “Please, no mam.”
“Alright, Miss Abbi,” Nurse Polk sighed. “I’ll take the thermometer out now and you can put your clothes back on.”
The thermometer was withdrawn, a tissue was quickly applied, and Abbi did as she was told. The whole time she was re-dressing she found herself unable to look at Nurse Polk in the eyes. When she was finished, she sat down on the exam table, only to spring back up. The pain in her bottom and the oil-slick in her private parts a reminder of her first real punishment. Abbi found herself only able to stand there dumbly and stare at the floor.
Nurse Polk kneeled to be in her patient’s line of sight.
“Now, Miss Abbi, you did so well and I’m so proud of you.”
“Really?”
“Yes, sweetheart,” she replied. “The Academy’s rules are very strict, and I am proud to do my part enforcing them. You deserve to be treated fairly like everyone else. You broke the rules, but you also took your punishment like a big, brave girl.”
“Thank you, mam,” Abbi perked up, wiping the tears and some snot away with the back of her hand. Nurse Polk handed her a tissue to wipe her face. Abbi was glad she didn’t put much make-up on that morning, it would have surely been smeared all over her face by now.
“Would you mind telling me what caused you to become aroused? Was it the stimulation of your anus? Or was it the impact of my hands on your buttocks?”
“I, uh,” Abbi was plussed. “I don’t know, Nurse Polk. It happens when I get scared.”
“Interesting,” Nurse Polk mused. “Last chance: I have the perfect device for your delicate little vagina. Let’s relieve your hysteria.”
“No please,” Abbi mumbled, eyes downcast. Her privates were still wet, but all she wanted to do was go back to the dorm and change and maybe cry some more. Getting vibed to orgasm by her Nurse because she got aroused by a spanking just felt like too much before lunch on the first day.
“You may request a pass to the Nurse’s Office any time today if you would like to take advantage of my offer.”
“Um, ok, Nurse Polk,” Abbi allowed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Nurse Polk smiled. Abbi finally recognized the look in her eyes. It would appear on the faces of many of the Academy’s staff in the coming term: A knowing expression of devilish desire, a sexual wisdom that Abbi had never experienced in person.
“Am I allowed to go to the dorms to change my underwear?” Abbi asked. Her interest in doing so had doubled now that they were soaked from arousal.
“No, dear,” Nurse Polk replied. “I’m afraid students are not allowed into the dorms during class periods. You would have to get permission from the Vice Principal, and I’ve already made you quite late to your first period.”
“You’re telling me,” Abbi groaned, exasperated, “I’ll probably get spanked at least two more times today?”
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rebelxcarpenterabout 2 hours agoAuthor
thanks for the awesome feedback! the setup is because it’s a long project, but I get your criticism. I have 8 chapters so far and I’m planning on eventually releasing it as a book. Each chapter after this one gets to the sexy stuff much sooner.
docmagnusabout 3 hours ago
The setup could be trimmed a little. I certainly zoned out during all the scene setting and listing of locations. You could probably accomplish what you need to set the story up with a fraction of that. But the story worked really well once we got to the Nurse’s office. Abbie’s internal dialogue during her spanking and exam made for a very erotic spanking session.