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  Natasha hesitated, just a second, but a second too long. An instant later, she had been jerked down across the woman’s knee, her soggy panty-seat kicked high and a hand brought down hard across her bottom. She squealed in shock and pain, drops of pee spattering in all directions as the spanking commenced, swat after powerful swat landing across her wet panties as she kicked her legs and clutched frantically at the floor.

  Only after a good dozen swats did her panties come down, jerked off at the back with a complete lack of ceremony to leave her bare bottomed and squirming in pain, for an instant before the spanking started again. Her buttocks were already red and really bouncing, her little fleshy cheeks squashing out with every slap to show off her anus and wring ever more desperate squeals from her throat. It was so hard and I watched in horror, thanking myself over and over for having the sense to ask for it gentle, as my friend howled and thrashed her way through the punishment.

  By the time it finished, Natasha’s bottom was cherry-coloured, really glowing and covered in finger-marks. She was gasping in reaction, unable to speak, and the tears were starting in her eyes as she stood, mouth open, to rub at her bottom.

  ‘In the corner,’ Nurse Trainer ordered, ‘and you can leave your panties down.’

  Natasha obeyed, shuffling miserably over to the corner of the room with one hand clutching at her lowered panties and the other rubbing at one tear-stained cheek.

  ‘Poppy,’ Nurse Trainer said firmly. ‘Over you go.’

  Poppy went without hesitation, allowing herself to be hauled across the nurse’s lap and opening her legs in submission as a knee was raised to bring her bottom up. Nurse Trainer took a firm grip on her waist and began to spank, hard swats delivered to the big, fleshy cheeks to make them wobble and shiver and set Poppy gasping.

  I’d seen her take the cane and I knew she was no baby, but Nurse Trainer still had her kicking from the pace of the spanking as much as the force. Slap after slap landing on the big, dancing bottom to a merciless rhythm which gave poor Poppy no chance at all to compose herself. She was brave, relatively, but she’d still made a fine show of pussy and anus before it was over. Like Natasha, she was sent cherry-bottomed and shaking into the corner to stand with her wet panties lowered, rubbing ruefully at her sore behind.

  As Poppy took her place, I found myself swallowing in anticipation of my own punishment. I wanted to say something, but Nurse Trainer was already patting her lap and I found myself going down before I really knew what I was doing. Like the others, I was taken around the waist, firmly but gently, and her knee was cocked up under my tummy to lift my bare bottom.

  There was a pause, a moment to contemplate my position and let my fear rise, before a heavy slap caught me right under my tuck, jamming my whole body forwards and wringing a squeal of shock from my lips. She never gave me a chance, not to speak, not to do anything but squeal and writhe and babble stupidly as I was beaten, spanked really hard. I didn’t even manage to hold back as much as Natasha, but made a real show of myself, with tears and spittle and drops of pee. My trapped legs were kicking up and down together, my breasts jiggling crazily under my chest, my bottom opening and closing as I bucked frantically across her lap.

  I got the same as they did, I think, but was left tearful and gasping on the floor, so that I had to crawl into the corner to stand beside them. I was dizzy with reaction and acutely conscious of my bare red bum. I wanted to protest but I found I couldn’t, especially when Nurse Trainer spoke.

  ‘There we are,’ she said, ‘three gentle little spankings for three sensitive little girls. Now, you, Natasha and Poppy may clear up the mess you made. Stay there until I return.’

  We stayed, bare red bottoms presented to the room, hands crossed over our naked pussies, not even daring to glance back until we heard the sound of the nurse’s footsteps on the stairs.

  ‘That was hard!’ Natasha protested. ‘My poor bum!’

  ‘No, it wasn’t. Don’t be a baby!’ Poppy answered. ‘And stop snivelling, Gabby, anyone would think you’d never been spanked before.’

  ‘I hate spanking!’ I wailed.

  ‘No, you don’t,’ she answered, ‘not really.’

  I gasped as her hand found my belly, snaking down over my pubic mound to burrow between my sex-lips, lower still, and into my vagina. I was wet and her finger went in easily, pushed deep twice before being pulled out and lifted for inspection. It was covered in white juice, forcing a wry smile from my lips and a giggle from Natasha before Poppy popped it into her mouth to suck up my juices.

  ‘I do hate spanking, I mean it,’ I assured her. ‘I know it makes me wet, but…’

  I stopped at the sound of footsteps. Risking a glance back, I saw Nurse Trainer enter the room with a bucket in one hand and a packet of floor-cloths in the other.

  ‘Over here, and do it properly,’ she ordered, ‘or it’ll be a dose of the hairbrush, and then you’ll have a reason to cry.’

  They moved, getting down on hands and knees to clean up the piddle, bare red bottoms wobbling behind them as they worked. The sodden clothes were wrung out into the bucket, with nurse keeping a close eye on them, until the floor was properly clean. Her uniform was wet too, across the lap, and she made Poppy apply a cloth to it before either girl was allowed to clean herself up. Even then they were simply divested of their panties and given a wet cloth each, which I thought unfair until I realised why.

  ‘Get that wet nappy off, Gabby,’ the nurse ordered, ‘and climb on the mat.’ I obeyed, pulling my tabs free to let the nappy fall squashily to the floor, but picking it up hastily at a warning look from the nurse. She took it, left the room briefly as I climbed on to the mat to lie myself down on the cool plastic surface, awaiting one of my favourite parts of the fantasy.

  Sure enough, Nurse Trainer came back with a fresh nappy and a large bag. I relaxed, limp on the changing table, as my legs were taken and lifted, to roll me up with my pussy and bottom on open display. She took a cloth, wiping my crease and sex, her fingers brushing on my pussy to make me moan and set me shivering. A towelling followed, applied with the same intimate thoroughness, which stopped just short of actually masturbating me. I thought she would do it, perhaps with the cream, in a wonderfully matter-of-fact way, just dabbing me off to orgasm, simply because it was what I needed. I was trembling hard as she used a big, pink powder-puff to pad my sex and anal area, and as cream was squeezed out on to my rolled-up buttocks I was shaking with anticipation.

  She did my bottom, soothing my smacked cheeks before applying a touch to my anus and inserting the top joint of her finger into my hole. Feeling myself penetrated was more than I could bear, and I began to play with my breasts, eyes closed in anticipation of that final, special touch. What I got was a slapped hand, with both Natasha and Poppy giggling in the background. I swallowed my frustration, assuring myself that she was just staying in role and would oblige my very obvious need.

  ‘Just you behave, there’s no call to be dirty,’ she said, taking me by one ankle and hauling my legs wide to spread my sex. ‘Now, a dab of cream here.’

  She took the tube, squeezing it gently to lay a long, cool worm on to my vulva, full between my lips. A strong shudder went through me at the touch, then another as her hand pressed to me, applying the cream to my pussy with short, deft touches. I felt my orgasm start immediately, my muscles tightening as it rose up, only for her to stop and pointedly close my legs.

  ‘None of that, I said,’ she chided.

  ‘Please, nurse,’ I managed. ‘You can’t do that to me and not make me come, you can’t!’

  ‘Oh, yes, I can,’ she said.

  ‘Please?’ I begged.

  ‘I don’t…’ she began and stopped.

  ‘Oh, you must make us come, you must! You want to come yourself? Think what you could make us do.’

  ‘Would you mind?’

  ‘Of course not. Anything.’

  ‘Then we shall see. For now, we’d better have you back in a nappy.’

/>   As she spoke, she had lifted me by my legs. The new nappy was slipped in under my bottom and spread out before she lowered me into the soft embrace of the material. Once again my legs were hauled apart, and with a few deft motions my nappy was fixed into place, tight around my waist.

  ‘Poppy next,’ Nurse Trainer stated as she helped me down.

  ‘I’m not going in a nappy, am I?’ Poppy demanded sulkily.

  ‘No,’ the nurse replied, ‘but you can go without panties to remind you of what you did in them, and if there are any more accidents it’ll be the hairbrush, or worse. Now come up.’

  She went, to be put through the same process as me, rolled up, cleaned, powdered and creamed, only unlike me she was left bare. Natasha was given the same treatment, and we were left as Nurse Trainer returned to her room briefly before going downstairs.

  The girls looked very sweet indeed without panties, bare red bottom-cheeks sticking out from beneath the hems of their vests. Neither seemed to mind, both full of energy and excitement after their spankings, and keen for sex. So was I, and would happily have indulged myself with them had not Nurse Trainer warned us that any of what she called ‘unnecessary hanky-panky’ would result in a severe punishment. I had no intention of ending up tied to the climbing frame for a whipping, and held back, praying that she’d overcome her reservations about letting us come.

  When she did come back, she had three bottles, each of which must have held a half-litre or more of milk. Poppy and Natasha took theirs, giggling and sucking happily on the teats. I hesitated, hoping for something better. She seemed diffident about actual bodily contact, but I had to try.

  ‘Might I be suckled, nurse?’ I asked.

  She pursed her mouth, looking doubtful, then smiled as the girls burst into giggles.

  ‘I think you had better come with me,’ she said, holding out her hand.

  I took it, allowing myself to be led out of the playroom and into her own. It was smaller and white, very clean and clinical, with a bench and cupboards around the walls, also a large, low chair like the one in the playroom, on which she sat down.

  ‘I don’t normally allow this,’ she said as she began to unfasten her dress, ‘but for a girl, I will.’

  I nodded my understanding, fully aware of how strong her emotions would be. My own were certainly powerful and I was shaking as I watched her open her uniform and shrug it down over her shoulders to reveal a huge, solidly built bra. She was massive, her arms thick and brawny, what I could see of her waist ringed with bulges of firm, fat flesh, her breasts huge, each as large as my head.

  She reached back, grimacing with the effort as she tugged open her bra-catch. It came, and the weight of her breasts sent them lolling forwards, one spilling almost free. I swallowed, my fingers shaking as she pulled the bra up and off, revealing her breasts, two fat globes of pale flesh, smooth and bulbous, each heavily veined and tipped with a broad, long nipple. She cupped one, holding it up in her huge hand, and patted her lap.

  My shaking had grown uncontrollable as I went down to curl myself on to her lap. Her arm came around me, pulling me close, and the scent of her flesh caught my nose. I opened my mouth, eager to take in the long, dark nipple in front of my face and opening my thighs to show my need.

  ‘Is there something special you want?’ she asked.

  I nodded.

  ‘Very well,’ she responded, ‘but if I’m to do that, you’ll allow me some pleasure of my own.’

  I nodded once more, accepting her right to have me serve her, however she pleased, just as long as she would masturbate me as I suckled. She moved her hand lower to cup my bottom, holding most of both cheeks in her splayed fingers, and I was pulled on. My head went in; the big nipple entered my mouth, my face squashed against fat breast-flesh, my lips closed. I was suckling, my eyes shut, in heaven as I mouthed on her huge, hard nipple, sucking and sucking with a desperate, fulfilling urgency.

  Her only response was a gentle sigh, and a slight movement of her hand to press her breast more firmly into my face. For a long moment she simply let me suckle before the hand on my bottom began to move, stroking me. At that moment, I knew that the spanking had done me good. It helped me to surrender, to abandon myself that little bit more, precisely because the woman feeding me had taken control of me, spanking my bottom because she could.

  I nuzzled closer, opening my mouth wide around her big nipple and pressing myself to her naked chest. Her hand was under me, cupping my bottom, her thumb in my crease, pressing down, opening me, to find my creamy bottom-hole. She touched, rubbing, and then she was in, the first joint of her thumb in my anus, delving deeper to take a firm grip on my rear. I felt juicy and open and spread my thighs for her, allowing her to watch as she fondled me and probed my anus.

  I hadn’t expected to be penetrated anally but I was hers; she could do as she liked and I accepted it, feeding happily at her breast while she explored my bottom. She was rough, too, pulling my ring open and squeezing my bottom with her fingers, until my flesh had begun to jump and shiver.

  ‘There, there,’ she soothed, as my body shook against hers. ‘A little more, and I’ll be nice to you.’

  With her words her thumb pushed deeper, stretching my bottom-hole until I gasped. At that she stopped and slid it free to leave my anus wet and open. Her hand moved too, higher, her big fingers cupping my sex to spread my lips and ease my vagina open. She began to masturbate me, using her palm with her finger in my hole, then a second. It was rough, my body jerking to the motions, like the way Monty did it, frigging me as if I was a doll.

  Not that it mattered. I was suckling her and I was in heaven. My thighs were wide, my whole lower body jerking to the movements of her hand, my anus still tingling from her rough treatment, my bottom-cheeks warm from spanking, my mouth engorged with nipple.

  I came so easily, a long drawn-out orgasm with peak after peak of ecstasy as I gulped and bit at her nipple, with my bottom and sex in frantic contraction against her hand. She held me tight until at last it was over and I went slowly limp in her arms, still sucking and lost in pure, simple bliss.

  ‘There we are, is that better?’ she asked as her finger finally left my sex.

  I nodded and nuzzled my face into her breast.

  ‘Good,’ she said, ‘but let’s not be too greedy, shall we? I think there’s something else you need to do.’

  ‘Yes, of course,’ I admitted, pulling back reluctantly. ‘Whatever you like.’

  ‘Just do as I say,’ she replied.

  I slipped down from her lap as she moved forwards on the seat. As I had expected, she lifted herself to adjust her uniform skirt, pulling it high to reveal the tops of her stockings, suspender straps and the plump swell of her upper thighs, then her sex, encased in big, white panties. She lifted her bottom, put her thumbs in her waistband and pushed down the panties, exposing a plump, hairy sex, the centre red and moist. With the panties around her ankles, she opened her knees, leaving me no doubt whatever that I was to lick. I began to go down, but she shook her head, and slid a little way down the chair.

  ‘Climb on,’ she said, ‘head to tail.’

  I realised what she wanted, an awkward position for me – but then it wasn’t me who counted, not now. Coming close to her, I bent across her body, allowing her to take my legs as my face went down between her thighs. She was strong and held me easily to pull me across her body and up, leaving my legs in the air and my face in her crotch. She took a firm grip on my waist, pulling my bottom and open sex inches from her face, and I set to work, kissing her, then licking, to taste the rich tang of her pussy. She moaned, spreading her thighs wider still as I burrowed my tongue down into the deep cleft of her sex.

  Her grip changed, one brawny arm taking me around the waist. I felt her lips as she kissed my pussy, then her hand on my bottom, pulling open my cheeks. A fingertip touched my anus, and I knew she was going to penetrate me again and explore my bottom-hole as I licked her. Sure enough, her finger went in, slipping easily
past my still slimy ring and deep inside me. Her thumb found my vagina, pushing in and up to manipulate my flesh between finger and thumb, making me gasp into her sex.

  ‘Lick me,’ she demanded, ‘hard, and don’t stop.’

  I struggled to obey, applying my tongue to her sex, far from comfortable and as eager to make her come as she was herself. She went on exploring, probing and squeezing at my twin holes, opening me. I could barely breathe, my face smothered in wet, hot pussy-flesh, my nose in the moist valley between her lips. Her clitoris was big, a hard lump of flesh under my tongue, moving as I licked, and she began to moan. I licked harder, clutching on to her big thighs as they squeezed around my head. A second finger found my anus unexpectedly and I gasped in shock as it was pushed roughly into my body to stretch my hole painfully wide.

  ‘Lick!’ she grated, and I forced myself to obey.

  She was holding my bottom-hole open, really wide, and wiggling her fingers to make my cheeks shake. It hurt, but I could feel her sex starting to contract in my face, and ignored the pain, even when a third finger was forced into my reluctant anus, stretching me impossibly wide. She cried out in ecstasy, a wordless grunt of passion as her clitoris bumped beneath my tongue and her fingers jabbed deep into my rectum. Fluid squirted into my face as her sex contracted, and she was coming, and stretching my anus as she did.

  I let her do it, holding me wide the orgasm went through her, my bottom-hole agape, so wide I was sure she would be able to see up into me. It hurt, a numb, heavy pain, like a bad bruise, and I was very grateful indeed when she finally eased her fingers out. By then she had relaxed and let me climb off to sit on the floor, breathless, my face plastered with her juices, my anus an open, sore cavity beneath me.

  The bathroom was next door, and I went to wash my face, then my bottom and sex. Holding my cheeks wide in the mirror, I inspected my bottom-hole, half-expecting to be bleeding. I wasn’t, but my anal ring was loose and puffy, the centre still a little open, showing wet pink flesh and reddened skin around it. It stung too, and I was limping slightly as I went back to find her washing at the sink in her room.