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This blog showcases spanking fetish stories and poetry; plus some other random thoughts and ideas, written by a thirty-something female switch.
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Three Nurses
It was a hot day and Chris jumped out of bed, stretched out his arms, and yawned. He'd been up late last night watching the football and the roar of the crowd and the excited voice of the TV commentators were fresh in his head.
Out on the chair were his new black trousers, still with their tags on, and he was looking forward to putting them on for his meeting later. Dipping in and out of a cold shower, he sipped at a lukewarm cup of tea while towelling himself dry. Into the black Speedos, the dark shirt, the black ribbed socks. He pulled the tags off the trousers and stepped into them for the first time. A perfect fit. Splashing on a liberal quantity of aftershave he was ready to go.
He'd been given a postcode to find but when he typed it into the sat nav, 'unnamed road' came up.
Well, it was a pleasant sunny day, just right for a long, mysterious trip in the car. He revved up the engine and set off, the silence in the car just punctuated by the odd 'turn right', or 'third exit'.
When he had 'reached his destination' he was surprised to see that there were no buildings about, just a thick expanse of woodland reaching from the unnamed road he found himself on. Chris stepped from the car and looked around. He couldn't see or hear anything.
Just then he heard footsteps and, rather inquisitive to find out what was going on, he walked further into the woods. Suddenly he felt his arms pinned by someone wearing a smooth dress and with a faint hint of perfume around them.
"Is this him?" said the unseen voice. Female, husky.
Another woman stepped into view, wearing a district nurse's uniform - blue dress, dark blue belt, short sleeves. Her bust swelled suggestively underneath the material.
"That's him, Sarah," she said, "let's take him with us."
The woman holding Chris let him free for a second before taking a grip of his forearm and leading him forward. She was wearing a tight-fitting uniform of a slightly darker blue that flattered her figure perfectly. As they progressed on their journey the two women exchanged some conversation - Chris noted the more aggressive nurse was called Beth.
Deep in the woods Chris was surprised and excited to see a woman in a stretchy white dress, with 'Nurse Tracy' imprinted on it. She was flexing a cane and looked as if she would stand no nonsense from anyone.
"Bring the slave here," she commanded.
Beth and Sarah both took an arm and led him forward.
"Strip, slave."
Chris felt his fingers tremoring a little as he undid his shirt, trousers, pulled off his socks. Feeling a little foolish in just his black Speedos he was beginning to wonder if this was a dream when he found himself upended over Beth's lap, wriggling as she began to spank him, hard, first over the Speedos and then tugging them down to his knees. The slow warmth from her hand connecting with his bare bottom made him feel very happy indeed, especially if he turned his head to see the other girls, wearing the uniforms he loved and ready for their turn.
"Oh, look, isn't he obedient?"
"Oh miss, don't, miss." Chris was enjoying this game, feeling his bare skin rubbing up and down over her dress and her bare leg underneath.
"Miss Sarah, what do you think we should do with the slave? Should we keep him?"
He heard Sarah laugh.
"Certainly. If he is good I will use my ruler on him. And you girls can go collecting branches. Would you like that, slave?"
Chris couldn't quite believe his luck, or catch his breath.
"Y-yes miss."
Sarah picked up the ruler and tapped it against his bottom. She was aware she was teasing but liked the fun of it.
"No ... you can wait. Stand up."
Chris stood before the three nurses naked except for the Speedos which were slowly making their way down from his knees to his ankles. He felt a strange mixture of foolishness, submissiveness and humiliation.
Tracy laughed.
"Over to the tree. And you had better control yourself slave or we will really make you suffer."
She watched as the other girls tied him to the tree, Sarah picking up the ruler and starting to get into the swing of it. The sound of the wood making contact resounded through the woodland, mingling with the tweeting of the birds and the distant and sparse hum of traffic.
"Well now, I think our slave is getting a bit excited," said Beth, moving around to the other side of the tree.
"Time for some branch collecting, ladies."
Chris was getting tired and ratty just standing there for their amusement, his bottom smarting slightly from the spanking and ruler. He was aware of one of the women staying, staring, but wasn't sure which one. They were all gorgeous. If he wasn't tied he would have reached across and pinched himself to make sure he wasn't still in bed asleep.
He felt a cane tapping against his thighs. Was this Miss Tracy then?
Craccccck!
He took a deep breath and fought to control his impulse to play with and relieve himself as more cane strokes landed. He loved the sensation and was hugely turned on by the thought of three nurses kidnapping him and humilating him in the woods.
"Thank you miss, I'm sorry miss."
"Did someone ask you to speak, slave?"
"No, miss."
"Well, I think you need a sharper lesson than this. Miss Beth! Miss Sarah!"
Chris could hear the footsteps crunching through the woodland and the rustling of branches.
"This is your lucky day, slave," said Tracy.
Chris watched wide-eyed as the three nurses wandered in front of him, all flexing birches made from the branches they'd just found, and found himself fighting a huge hard-on as they all began to undo their uniforms ...
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Posted: 8:35 AM, May. 11, 2006 |
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