"Bring your knees up to your chest and put your arms around your knees." he ordered. Slowly they obeyed, exposing their sore backsides and their pussy lips. "Anybody who moves from that position gets an extra stroke each time." he told them.
"What are you going to do to us now?" Sarah whimpered.
"You'll find out soon enough." Stevens replied. From the next room he brought out a wicker carpet beater, and after a couple of experimental swishes, brought down a searing blow onto Jeanette's bottom.
"Ow!" she shouted, but kept her position. That had hurt her! The others looked desperately around, trying to see what had caused such a response. Stevens moved towards Helen and CRACK! "Oooh!" she moaned loudly. That had almost brought tears to her eyes. Sarah was now whimpering as Stevens approached. He brought the carpet beater down hard onto the middle of her backside. Sarah screamed and brought her hands down to her rump, kicking her legs into the air.
"Right, that's an extra stroke" said Stevens, and pushing her legs backwards, brought down another stinging shot. It was met with an equally anguished response as Sarah desperately tried to resume her position. Finally, the carpet beater found Fiona's bottom and was greeted with another loud yell.
By now all the girls were breathing loudly. Each of their backsides had the pattern of the carpet beater imprinted on it, and Sarah had started to sob again.
"You're each going to get six, not including extras." Stevens told them. Again he moved towards Jeanette. CRACK! "Aargh!" Again he had got to her! Onto Helen, whose gurgled response to the stroke indicated that she was having difficulty not crying. Next Sarah, who this time just about managed to hold her position, and finally Fiona, who desperately blinked away a few tears.
He made them wait for the third stroke, enjoying watching them tense and untense their buttocks, and desperately try to control their breathing. Little whimpers and gasps escaped their lips, mixing with the sobbing of Sarah and Fiona's self pitying sniffles. When he was ready he gave Jeanette her stroke, straight onto the middle of her thighs. This time her whole body shuddered in response, her face contorted into a grimace and a long high pitched groan escaped her lips. He moved onto Helen, hoping that this stroke would bring the tears she had threatened to shed and brought the carpet beater down with all his force onto her ample bottom. He was rewarded with a loud yell and a filthy glare, but there were no tears. Sarah, who was crying, was next, and again she couldn't hold her pose, kicking out at the pain.
"That's another stroke!" Stevens shouted.
"No, please!" squealed Sarah, then "Aaaarrrgh!" as the carpet beater left its imprint on her thighs.
"Leave her alone you bastard! Can't you see she can't take all this." It was Helen who had shouted at him.
"Is that so miss?" Stevens said coldly. He moved back to her and gave her three hard strokes. Her yells got louder each time and at the third shot, she almost leapt off the table. Stevens gave her another stroke for moving and only then did he notice that there were tears running down Helens cheeks.
There was still one bottom awaiting a stroke, and Fiona too was unable to stay in place. She was at the edge of the table, and as the carpet beater dug into her fleshy mounds she was already moving left to try and avoid it. As she kicked, she unbalanced herself, landing in an undignified heap on the floor.
"Stand up at once!" Stevens shouted. Fiona obeyed immediately, even putting her hands on the back of her head without him asking. She was no longer the rebellious one. Her large breasts strained against material of her bra, and her pussy was readily visible. Tears streamed down her face. He swished the carpet beater against the side of her left thigh, and was rewarded with a yelp and a lewd dance. "Get back on the table." he ordered.
Stevens wanted them to change their positions for the last three strokes. For the fourth he had them spread their legs straight up in the air. In this position the carpet beater could hardly miss their pussy lips and he was rewarded with hearty squeals and kicking from the girls. For the last two strokes he had them put their legs over their heads, with an ankle at each side of their faces and their feet hanging over the edge of the table. The position was extremely uncomfortable for the girls and they grunted and groaned with the effort of keeping it. However it offered Stevens an excellent view of their backsides and he took the opportunity to have a fondle. Jeanette's bottom was small and surprisingly malleable. Helens, though not oversized, was the largest of the four, lovely and firm. Stevens spent a very long time caressing it. Sarah's bottom was small and firm, the bottom of a sporty girl. It was also a glowing scarlet colour, mixed with the darker hues where the carpet beater had landed, the bottom of a soundly thrashed girl! Finally Fiona's bottom was very soft, and not well defined. It moved around quite a lot as he groped it. Stevens gave it a couple of slaps for good measure and was greeted with a couple of quiet yelps.
Each nurse took their last two strokes in quick succession as Stevens held their legs down. By the end of the punishment only Jeanette was not weeping freely, and she was in some distress. He slowly pulled them back into their original positions and pulled Helen and Jeanette's tights down to their ankles. After a short break to allow them to regain their composure, Stevens instructed the nurses to shuffle backwards and place their ankles in front of their bottoms. Then he told them to spread their legs, fully exposing their vaginas for the first time.
This was wonderful, Stevens mused to himself. Four of the sexiest nurses in the hospital facing him, their legs spread, exposing their most intimate secrets, their faces a delightful mixture of shame and pain. It was the humiliation that aroused him the most, especially Fiona's. He approached her and made a big show of inspecting her, stroking her belly. "You've not got the greatest figure in the world have you?" he said goadingly. "And my God you're hairy. These things go right up to your belly button - have you never thought of shaving them?" Fiona's face contorted as she desperately tried to stop herself crying at the taunt, but it was no good. She gave a sob of pure misery and tears trickled down her face.
"Put your fingers down there and spread your labia." Stevens ordered. Fiona looked aghast. "No please." she begged. Stevens slapped the inside of her right thigh and with a whimper Fiona obeyed. Stevens bent down and licked her pinkness, and Fiona began to cry like a baby, with great gulping sobs. She was totally and utterly humiliated.
Each of the other girls had to endure the same action, and Stevens groping hands. However they were forewarned, and though the humiliation was as acute, none of them wept in response. "They must be made of sterner stuff than you." Stevens sneered.
It was time for another break he thought. "I'm going to the canteen for some food now. When I return you will have removed your brassieres. Helen, you will have removed your tights and put your shoes back on. Sarah, you will take your shoes off. Jeanette, pull your tights back up. I shall expect to see you bent over the table, facing the wall. I want your legs straight and spread as far apart as possible. Your hands must be on the back of your heads. If I find your positions unsatisfactory, or if there is evidence that you have not been in this position since I left, I will add to your punishment. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes." they replied rather sullenly.
"Yes what?" He snapped.
"Yes sir!"
As Stevens left the nurses got gingerly to their feet. "Are you okay?" Helen asked the still weeping Fiona.
"The bastard - I'm going to make him pay for this!" Fiona muttered.
"Don't be silly. He has us over the barrel of a gun, and always will. You've just got to grit your teeth and get it over and done with."
"She's right you know." Jeanette said, rubbing her bottom. "God that hurt!"
"Yes and there's more to come." said Sarah. "I don't know if I can take any more."
"You have to." said Jeanette. "He's a bloody pervert isn't he? He loves all that humiliation. You try not to show it but its so hard not to. And on top of it that damn carpet beater. That really stung. You were brave to stand up for Sarah, Helen
."
"Stupid you mean. That nearly killed me."
"Look, we'd better do as he says, he's probably waiting outside." With that Jeanette pulled her tights up and removed her bra. The others complied with their orders, and then they draped themselves over the table, spreading their legs and putting their hands on the top of their heads. Just in time! The door opened, and they heard a quiet laugh. Then it closed once more and the nurses were left to wait for Stevens to return.
The wait was awful. Helen tried not to think about what was going to happen, but she dreaded the sound of the door opening and Stevens entering. She felt very exposed now that her tights were off, even though there was nothing he hadn't already seen. She had felt so degraded sitting there with her legs spread for his pleasure. And then he had licked her! Just to show the power he had over them. How had she ever got herself into this mess?
She heard the door open. Stevens was saying "So here they are. What a lovely sight - four naughty little girls halfway through a good hard spanking." Helen heard a laugh and another voice said
"I hope you're getting a record of this." Oh God, there was somebody else in the room! Someone else was seeing her like this!
Stevens said "Oh yes, I've got a couple of video cameras linked up. It wasn't cheap, but it'll be worth it. I'll run you off a copy if you like." Helen felt herself grow cold all over. They were being filmed! That meant that anyone could see her getting her bottom smacked. And spreading her legs. She heard Fiona groan, and then she recognised the other voice. It was Steve Jones, the nursing tutor, and a man not well liked by his female underlings. Helen recalled Fiona having a number of run-ins with him. He was also in charge of all new appointments - now she had no chance of getting a job here.
Footsteps approached and Helen tensed as a hand stroked her bottom. She heard Steve Jones say "Well Fiona, you're not so high and mighty now are you?" and then Crack! Fiona squealed in response.
Bringing Jones in had been a masterstroke, Stevens mused. He was a nasty little man, who knew he was not liked, and he moved down the line goading and fondling and slapping the helpless nurses.
"Mr Jones will conduct the next part of the punishment. Twelve hard strokes of the tawse." Stevens announced.
"Stand up please ladies." Jones ordered. The nurses struggled to their feet, and stood facing their new tormentor, hands on heads, breasts jutting forward, completely exposed. Stevens had constructed a "Whipping post" - basically a horizontal wooden slat supported by two vertical ones, and this was to be the site of their tawsing.
"Snooty Sarah first, I think." Jones said. Sarah stepped forward and draped herself over the post, trembling slightly. With her bottom raised high in the air, Jones straightened and spread her legs exposing her gaping pussy. He then inserted two fingers into her vagina and placed his thumb over her anus. Slowly he pushed it into her hole. Sarah squealed and tried to wriggle away - to no avail. He had entered where nothing had ever gone before, and Sarah wept with shame. Stevens glanced at the other nurses faces and smiled smugly at their looks of horror. They knew it was to be them next.
Satisfied, Jones removed his hand and picked up the tawse. Stevens was impressed by his technique as he brought the leather strap down methodically onto Sarah's waiting bottom. It was a nice change for Stevens to be able to walk around the room watching her pert breasts dangling and swaying, her face respond to the tawse, and tears run down her cheeks. He loved the way her legs kicked at every stroke, exposing herself further to his stare.
Helen was next on the post, fully naked now apart from her shoes. She had magnificently large breasts, firm and up tilting, and her bushy pale pussy showed she was a natural blonde. Stevens and Jones had to drag her over the post against her struggles, with Helen pleading "Please don't touch me down there!" She finally settled with the threat of extra strokes, and Jones took his time probing her fanny before casually inserting his index finger deep into her anus. Helen screamed and sobbed as he moved it around inside her. The tawsing that followed was hard and fast, the twelve strokes lasting no longer than twenty seconds. Helens squeals merged into one large yelp and she struggled lewdly. When it was over she collapsed to the floor sobbing deeply.
Jeanette was next, her legs and bottom encased in the sheer material of her tights. At last, Stevens thought to himself, she had a worried look on her face. Once she was in position, Stevens took a pair of scissors and cut a hole in the gusset of the tights, exposing her spread pussy lips and anus. Jones played with her clitoris at first, gradually bringing involuntary moans from Jeanette, and as she became wetter, he spread her juices over her anus, teasing her with his fingers. She started to wriggle slightly and as his fingers gradually penetrated she let out a whimper of pleasure and shame. Jones thrust his finger in and out of her bottom and Jeanette responded by writhing backwards and forwards. Her groans became louder and more desperate as he inserted another and then a third finger, spreading her anus taut. Then she came in great shuddering sobs and let out a groan of pure embarrassment. Why had she reacted so?
Stevens couldn't believe his eyes- she'd actually come! He and Jones exchanged broad grins. Jeanette was in no state for the tawsing that followed and she kicked and writhed and screamed as the leather strap reddened her bottom and thighs. At last, a proper reaction to her beating. Stevens pulled her head back by her hair so he could see the response on her face, the grimaces and yelps and desperate attempts to hold back her tears. She was obviously in pain and having orgasmed at her probing, utterly humiliated. How she didn't cry was beyond him. He determined to change that during her caning.
Before that though, there was still Fiona to deal with. It was obvious that Jones hated her as much as Stevens did, and was determined to teach her a lesson. He approached her as she stood waiting, fully naked except for her hold-up stockings, hands on head, breasts jutting forward, and cupped her mounds in his hands, juggling them slowly. Then his hand strayed to her vagina and round to her bottom, before he circled around her and, pressing his obvious erection against her arse, tweaked her nipples hard. Fiona's face during this was a joy to behold. She was so proud normally that it was wonderful to find so many ways to humiliate her, and her pain threshold was so low that anything they did brought tears to her eyes.
When he was satisfied, Jones pushed her towards to whipping post. Stevens watched from the other side as Fiona struggled over it, her big white breasts wobbling downwards. Jones took his time spreading her legs, and ran his hands up the inner aspect of her thighs until he reached her pussy, eliciting yet another groan as he fingered her cunt. He took his time, knowing that Fiona was hating every moment, and waiting nervously for him to enter her arse. Instead, he took up the tawse and aimed a searing stroke to her waiting globes.
The shot took Fiona completely by surprise and she let out a loud scream, kicking her right leg out. This exposed her left thigh and the tawse wrapped itself around its inner aspect, leaving a broad red line. The third stroke hit the returning right thigh as Fiona desperately tried to wriggle out of the way, and the fourth seared across the meat of her backside, rippling her flesh satisfyingly. "You were right." Jones told Stevens, "She can't take it very well can she?"
He brought the next two strokes down in quick succession and laughed as Fiona tried, but failed to suppress another shriek.
After the first six strokes, Jones ran his hands down Fiona's right leg. When he reached her ankle, he grasped it and raised it level with her bottom. He quickly brought down three strokes of the tawse on the sole of her foot, holding it still as she tried to pull it free. He let go and went for the left foot, catching Fiona as she tried to climb off the post. Another three strokes brought anguished squeals and Fiona collapsed back onto the wooden bar sobbing.
Jones turned to the other nurses. "Dr Stevens tells me that you have all had to take harsher punishment because of Fiona. Now is your chance for revenge. You will each give her six hard strokes of the tawse. If any of the strokes are not hard enough, then you too will re
ceive six extra strokes. Do you understand?" The nurses nodded meekly.
Fiona was already feeling completely desperate when she heard Stevens speech, and she only just stopped herself pleading for mercy. This was worst of all. Now she was going to be whipped by the very people she had been leading, who had looked up at her. Now they would be looking down at her raw red bottom and her spread legs, and having witnessed her humiliating beatings, they would be beating her themselves!
Fiona could feel herself trembling as Jones announced that Jeanette would be the first to go. Oh wretched body letting her down again! She heard the now familiar swish through the air and then felt the hideous impact in the middle of her bottom. Just as the pain started to ease, the second stroke arrived just above the first one, and added to the hurting. Jeanette certainly wasn't easing up and the next four strokes were measured and harsh. Fiona found herself blinking away more tears and trying vainly to control her sobbing.
Sarah was next, and she was less measured and accurate. Fiona had managed not to scream as Jeanette had beaten her, but a couple of misplaced shots onto her pussy robbed her of even that small ambition. As the last stroke seared down her right thigh she let out a piercing scream of anger and distress. Finally, Helen. Fiona looked back over her shoulder to see her looming above her, tawse raised aloft, a determined look on her face. She saw Helens arm drop and then yelped as the tawse bit into her again and then again and again, three swift hard strokes. Helen was reaping her revenge for all the humiliation heaped on her because of Fiona, but understanding was of no help to her as she writhed her bottom lewdly in response. The last three strokes were probably the hardest she had received, and her answering cries the loudest, most despairing she had howled.
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