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I have no idea why I decided to skip school for the fourth time that term.

It was a totally stupid thing to do and I knew it. I just hated my Friday timetable at school, and knowing that my adopted mum, Zoe was out at work from early morning until late evening that day made it easy for me to skip school. Zoe Rudd was far too trusting when it came to me, and over the years I had been living with her, I had managed to find out what her email passwords were and even the code to unlock her mobile phone. I simply used her email account when she had left for work, typed out a message explaining my “illness” and sent it to the school, deleted it from her sent items folder, and then closed down the laptop.

I knew from being at the school for over six years that sometimes the Head Mistress asked the School Nurse to visit the homes of those students who were absent frequently but brushed this thought off. The School Nurse, Ms. Sherrington, hardly knew me as I kept out of her office at all costs. I was also a reasonably well-behaved student who had never been in any serious trouble before. The thought of being caned by Mrs. Lacey, the Head Mistress, in her office, and hearing the stories of those who had experienced a caning from the no-nonsense Head Mistress, definitely kept me on the straight and narrow around school. Little did I know that the school nurse, Dawn Sherrington, knew my adoptive mum and that it would lead to an unexpected visit that Friday afternoon.

I still ask myself to this day why I was so stupid. I mean, why did I actually go and open the front door when the doorbell sounded? I knew that it would not be Zoe, who would be working late that evening. Plus, she always had her house keys with her so she would let herself in when she arrived back from work. If I opened the door to anyone, then chances were that I would drop myself right in it. Like an idiot, I went to the door and opened it, only to be confronted by a smiling Ms. Sherrington and her nasty little assistant, Miss Brown.

Until that moment, I had felt absolutely fine. On seeing the two young ladies standing there looking at me with smiles wide across their faces, I suddenly felt very unwell indeed. I had been caught out, and I knew what that was going to lead to that Friday afternoon. I stood there in the doorway staring in absolute shock at Dawn Sherrington, the School Nurse with the long, blonde hair, and Stephanie Brown, her trainee with the long black hair which she wore tied up behind her head. My stomach churned and I felt absolutely sick, knowing about the punishments that these two ladies administered to students at school who had been foolish enough to feign illness in order to avoid PE or had been sent to them if the Head Mistress and her two Deputies weren’t available to punish misbehaving students.

Stephanie, despite her very young age, spanked hard and had a real temper on her, according to friends who had been dealt with by the young lady. She had an extremely hard right hand and could lay the clothes brush, bath brush or slipper across a misbehaving bottom harder than almost any other member of staff at the school. Ms. Sherrington wasn’t so severe when using her hand or those kinds of implements, but she strapped and caned hard, definitely up there with the most severe female teachers at the school. I really was going to get it that Friday afternoon.

“Hello, Peter. I hope that we’re not disturbing you, but Mrs. Lacey noticed your absences this term and asked us if we could pop round and check up on you.” She spoke softly and looked across at Stephanie Brown, who was staring right through me.

“You’ve been off quite a lot recently, and so we need to check on you in case you’re just skipping school,” Dawn laughed.

“I’m not – my mum has emailed the school about my illness this morning!” I spat out in a panic.

It came too quickly, and the two ladies looked at one another and nodded.

“Well, I’m sure that you aren’t trying it on, Peter, so we’ll just check you out and leave you in peace.” Ms. Sherrington smiled at me and took a step nearer to the front door.

“Aren’t you going to invite us inside, young man?” she added.

Reluctantly and nervously, I stepped back from the door and turned and walked awkwardly down the hallway and into the living room. I tried to spend those few moments I was alone in the large room to try and get my act together. From the hallway, I could hear both women stepping inside the house, closing the door behind them and locking it with the key that had been left in the back of the door. A few moments later, I stood facing them with a concerned look across my face. The fact that the television was on and that I had scattered snacks and drinks around the living room immediately gave me away.

Ms. Sherrington noticed this and licked her lips before turning her full attention to me.

“Right, young man. Miss Brown here is going to examine you and see if we can get to the bottom of your illness.” She smiled at Stephanie Brown as she emphasized the word “bottom.”

Dark-haired Stephanie Brown flicked her black hair behind her head and walked over to me until she was standing within inches of me in her light blue nurse’s tunic and navy jogging bottoms. She wasted little time in opening her large bag and bringing out her instruments, with which she was going to prove that I was not ill at all.

“Don’t look so worried, Sweetie. We’re just going to see what’s wrong with you.” The young, dark-haired nurse took my left hand in her small right hand and gently led me to the sofa.

“Lie down on the sofa and I’ll have a good look at you,” she continued, smiling sweetly as she continued to play along.

She, like Dawn, knew very well that I wasn’t unwell, and they really were going to cure me of my truancy problem.

Over the next five minutes, twenty-three-year-old Stephanie Brown took my blood pressure, listened to my heart and my breathing and took my pulse. After each procedure, she nodded and smiled at me before adding, “Mmm!”

I looked across at Dawn, who was sat on one of the armchairs across from where Stephanie was checking me over. She had taken out her mobile phone and was texting someone, throwing me the occasional glance as I was being examined by her assistant.

“I need to take your temperature, Sweetie. So stand up, take your jogging bottoms and your underpants off and lie face down on the sofa for me,” the young, dark-haired trainee nurse instructed softly.

“But Miss!” I protested.

Stephanie Brown smiled at my reaction and looked down at me as I lay there on the sofa.

“It’s the best way for me to take your temperature, Honey. We’ve left the thermometer that goes in your ear at school, so when we use one like this, It gives a much better reading doing it that way than leaving it in your mouth for an age. So, up you get and do as you’ve been told,” she replied quietly, staring at me until I complied.

Across from where we stood, Dawn Sherrington had listened to my protests and got up from the armchair. She looked thoroughly pissed off and stood, hands on her hips, staring at me.

I decided to do as I was told and soon found myself lying face down on the sofa with the thermometer inserted up my bottom. As I lay there with my eyes closed, knowing that I had been caught out, the two ladies stood watching me in silence. Eventually, it was Ms. Sherrington who spoke.

“I think that I’ll go and get my things from the car, Miss Brown. If you’ll check his temperature and then we’ll see if we can’t come up with a treatment that cures his 'illness', shall we?” she laughed.

The two nurses smiled as they looked at me, lying there, naked from the waist down, with the thermometer sticking out of my bum. Dawn left the living room and opened the front door, walking the short distance to where her car was parked and retrieving her long hockey stick bag, in which she had packed her spanking implements.

On her return, Stephanie had removed the thermometer from my bottom, shook it vigorously in her right hand and shook her head at the older, blonde-haired woman.

“Spot on thirty-seven degrees, Ms. Sherrington,” she smiled sweetly.

The shorter woman nodded and turned her full attention to me. She stared at me lying on the sofa as she unzipped the long, thin hockey stick bag.

“Just as we had suspected, Miss Brown,” she replied icily.

She took a few breaths and stood there, just looking at me.

“Stand up, young man. I think you know what is going to happen now,” she hissed as she began removing each of her spanking tools from her bag, placing them on one of the armchairs in the far corner of the living room.

I remained bent over the arm of the sofa and looked across at Dawn and Stephanie. A few moments passed and Ms. Sherrington grew increasingly annoyed that I had not followed her instructions the first time. She took a few steps across to me and raised her small right hand in the air. Knowing what was going to happen if I didn’t move, I shot up and was soon standing facing the two nurses, cock fully erect pointing at them. Dawn Sherrington stopped and looked at my cock before looking over her shoulder at Stephanie Brown.

“Well, Miss Brown. It looks like you’re going to get your penultimate punishment out of the way this afternoon, doesn’t it?” the short, blonde-haired school nurse spoke softly as she returned her full attention to me.

I looked down at my feet, trying hard not to look at the clearly angry woman who was standing opposite me. I wanted to place my hands over my cock to hide my embarrassment but decided to place them behind my back, fighting the constant urge to cover my cock with them.

“It does indeed, Miss,” Stephanie Brown replied quietly, looking at me before walking past me and taking a seat on the sofa.

I bit my tongue in anticipation of what was coming my way.

“Peter. You will do exactly what Miss Brown tells you to do. Am I making myself clear?” Dawn Sherrington spoke sternly as she stood within inches of me.

I could feel the tears beginning to form in my eyes at the thought of being punished and decided to do something stupid again that afternoon. I pleaded for mercy.

“Please, Miss. I didn’t mean it. I’ve learned my lesson. Honest!” I spat out in a panic.

Dawn Sherrington licked her lips and deliberately closed the distance between us so that her dark grey nurse’s uniform was touching me, her prominent breasts touching my t-shirt.

“I’m sure you will learn a lesson, young man – a very painful lesson,” she whispered.

“You will be spanked, strapped and caned and you will take what Miss Brown and myself give you without causing a fuss – or woe betide you, Peter!” she scolded.

I shivered and stood there in silence, looking at Dawn. She continued to push herself against me, her breathing deep, her lovely breasts touching me.

“You don’t have much of a choice, young man. Either Miss Brown here and myself spank your naughty little bot-bot this afternoon, or I can call Zoe and we will wait until she arrives home and see what she says about punishing you. Or we will leave you this afternoon and you can report to Mrs. Lacey’s office first thing on Monday morning. What would you prefer, young man?” She spoke quietly and pushed herself against me again.

I thought to myself for a few moments, avoiding looking at the short, blonde-haired School Nurse. I did not want to be spanked. I had never been spanked before in my life, and knowing what my friends had said about their punishments, I had no desire to find out what a spanking felt like. Neither did I want to upset Zoe or be punished in front of her, or on her instruction. And I definitely did not want to report to the Head Mistress’ office that following Monday morning. I would undoubtedly receive twelve strokes of Mrs. Lacey’s cane from cold and I would not be able to take that amount of punishment without crying like a baby.

Dawn Sherrington continued to stare into my eyes.

“So, young man. What is it to be? Miss Brown and myself? Punished in front of Zoe? Or a thrashing from Mrs. Lacey? The choice is yours.” She smiled angelically as she walked away and stood next to the armchair where she had laid her implements.

It took me a few moments to decide. I looked across at the dark-haired Stephanie Brown, who was concentrating upon ironing the creases from her navy jogging bottoms and light blue, short-sleeved nurse’s tunic. I then looked across at Ms. Sherrington, who had picked up her thick, tan-coloured leather strap and was studying it closely.

“I’ll take my spanking from Miss Brown, Miss,” I replied in a whisper.

Both ladies smiled.

“Very well, young man. You will do exactly as Miss Brown tells you and without question. Am I making myself clear, Peter?” The blonde-haired lady continued to run the heavy leather strap through her hands.

I nodded nervously, looking at Dawn, and then at Stephanie, before replying.

“Yes, Miss Sherrington.”

The short, blonde-haired nurse nodded.

“Very well, young man. You have made your choice. Over to you, Miss Brown,” she smiled at her younger, dark-haired colleague.

Stephanie Brown shuffled around on the sofa and stared at me.

“Right, young man. I want you to take off the rest of your clothes – place them where your trousers and underpants are and then come and place yourself over my knees. Do you understand?” She patted her navy jogging bottoms.

I nodded, heading over to the other armchair where my trousers and underpants had been placed before my medical examination.

“Yes, Miss Brown,” I answered in a nervous whisper.

Minutes later, I had piled my remaining clothes onto the armchair and stood facing the wall, away from where Dawn was standing and from Stephane, who was watching me from the sofa. The ladies left me standing there for a short while before it was Ms. Sherrington who spoke.

“Miss Brown. Shall we begin? “ she asked quietly, standing there with her hands on her hips.

Out of my sight, Stephanie Brown nodded at her older colleague.

“Very well, Miss Sherrington,” she replied sternly, ensuring that her uniform was perfect and that she was comfortable on the sofa.

I stood there, biting my tongue gently, worrying about what was going to happen to me. I knew from the tales from my friends who had been spanked by the two ladies that they spanked hard and spanked until they had reduced the unfortunate students to tears. I could already feel the tears welling up in both eyes at the thought of it. I had never been spanked in my life. However, this was going to change in the next few minutes.

“Peter. Turn around and come and lie across my knees,” Miss Brown instructed softly and watched as I slowly turned to face her.

Nervously, I took the few steps across to where the dark-haired nurse was waiting and paused at the young woman’s right-hand side. I tried to ignore the fact that my cock was rock hard and stood out proudly before me, pointing at the young nurse on the sofa. Miss Brown couldn’t help but notice, but said nothing about it, however she was thinking about how impressive it was.

“Over you go, Sweetie.” Stephanie sat back and moved her arms out of the way to allow me to position myself, smiling as I carefully lowered myself down.

I could feel my cock touching the twenty-three-year-old’s navy jogging bottoms and moved around until my head was at the arm of the sofa. I took hold of the cushion in both hands and placed my face into it, waiting for my punishment to begin. Miss Brown smiled across at Dawn, who had taken a seat on the arm of the other armchair, and Stephanie used her right arm to lift both my legs from the floor, struggling, but eventually positioning them across the arm of the sofa. My bottom was raised high and presented the perfect target for the hard-handed young nurse. She shuffled around on the sofa until she was totally comfortable with me over her lap before placing her small left hand flat on my lower back. Her right hand began to wander gently across my bottom and backs of my legs, rubbing every inch and not saying a word as she did so.

Stephanie Brown continued doing this for a few minutes before she looked across at Dawn, who was watching her with interest. Feeling the sexy young nurse’s warm, small hand on my bottom, her fingers touching me everywhere from my buttocks to between my thighs, where her fingernails made me gasp as they touched my cock and balls, I began to relax and enjoy smelling the twenty-three-year-old’s discreet perfume and scent. The dark-haired woman sensed that I was enjoying myself and decided that it was time to begin. She looked at Dawn Sherrington and smiled. She stopped touching my bottom and raised her small right hand in the air. She was going to teach me a lesson that I would never, ever forget.

“Naughty boy. I’m going to smack your bottom for being so naughty today – and for the last few times you have missed school this year – and you had better take the punishment with no fuss, otherwise I shall make sure that you can’t sit for a week, young man.” Stephanie licked her lips and held her right hand in the air.

I pushed the cushion deeper against my face and tried to prepare myself for the pain that was coming my way. The young woman said nothing as she brought her small hand down. It landed against the centre of my fleshy bottom a moment later with a loud “Slap!” The sound echoed around the living room, but Stephanie ignored this and raised her hand in the air once more.

I buried my face deeper into the cushion and winced with pain, wondering how the sweet and innocent-looking Stephanie, with her tiny hands, could hit so hard. I could feel the tears in my eyes but tried to stop myself from shouting out and bursting into tears. Out of my view, Miss Brown watched me squirm and wriggle around on her knees as the pain registered in my head, pausing until I had settled myself once more. She then laid out half a dozen slow and hard slaps across my bottom, alternately delivering three heavy blows to my left and right bum cheeks.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

As I moved around, trying desperately to avoid her hand, Miss Brown used her left hand to push down on my lower back to hold me in place while she continued her work. The tears had started to fall onto the cushion in front of me, but Stephanie Brown ignored this, pushing on with my punishment, continuing to smack my bottom and backs of my legs at regular intervals.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Stephanie must have spanked my bottom with her hard right hand for a good ten minutes, ensuring that she visited every inch, turning my bottom a bright shade of pink, the heat building across my buttocks and the backs of my legs as the young School Nurse spanked. Near the end of my hand spanking, a car pulled up outside the house, and a few minutes later, the front door was opened and then closed and locked loudly. I was too busy crying into the cushion to realise that this meant that Zoe was home.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

As my adopted mum sorted herself out in the hallway, Miss Brown continued my punishment, looking across at Dawn Sherrington and smiling as she continued slapping the backs of my legs. The next sensation I felt was the young dark-haired nurse placing her left arm around my waist and pulling me into her light blue nurse’s tunic, the cold material touching my bare skin.

“You know how to finish this part of the young man’s punishment, Miss Brown,” Ms. Sherrington said as she got to her feet, aware that Zoe had arrived.

Dawn Sherrington walked out of the living room and began speaking with Zoe, who was still removing her jacket and sorting out her handbag.

“Sorry we had to do this, Zoe, but we do need to nip it in the bud, right here and now,” the blonde-haired school nurse explained.

I couldn’t hear the rest of their conversation, instead trying to ignore the pain that Stephanie Brown was inflicting on my poor bottom.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

The dark-haired nurse tightened her grip around my waist, ensuring that I could not go anywhere. She then unleashed a two-minute-long, rapid-fire hand spanking that concentrated upon the creases in between my buttocks and thighs. The young woman did not say a word, instead focusing upon driving her extremely painful message home.

Zoe and Dawn walked into the living room and stood watching the twenty-three-year-old as she continued the first part of my punishment. I was crying and sniffing into the by-now sodden cushion that I held tightly to my face and tried to ignore the fact that my adopted mum was watching my punishment. My bottom and thighs were burning, and the smacks just seemed to keep on coming. I wriggled and squirmed to try and avoid Stephanie’s hand, but it was no use. The young lady had obviously been taught well by Dawn and expertly pinned me in place over her knees, using the strength in her left arm whilst slapping me hard with her right hand. After she was satisfied, she paused, looked across at Dawn and Zoe, and placed her right hand on my sore bottom.

“That’s a perfect warm-up, Miss,” Ms. Sherrington spoke softly, still standing next to Zoe Rudd.

“He is definitely beginning to learn what happens if he lies and truants from school.” She took a few steps over to where Stephanie had me over her lap and leaned over to take a closer look at my bottom.

“Yes. Indeed, Miss Brown. I can definitely see this as being a one-off. I think Peter has realised what happens if we pay a visit to a student at home.” She laughed as she stood up straight and looked across at Zoe.

My adopted mum was shocked. Firstly, at the fact that I had been accessing her emails and sending messages to school pretending to be her. Secondly, that her friend Dawn punished students in this way, and that this time, I was the one being spanked. The thirty-eight-year-old with the long blonde hair felt uncomfortable watching the young dark-haired nurse spanking my bottom. She did not believe in corporal punishment and had had no need to use it on me before. She had only ever had to ground me once before and confiscate my electrical gadgets and mobile phone as a punishment. We had always got on well and I did what she asked me to do without argument. Seeing me draped over Miss Brown’s lap, watching the young dark-haired lady smacking my bottom and seeing my tears, she felt uneasy.

On noticing the implements laid out, Zoe Rudd looked at her friend and spoke.

“Are those really necessary, Dawn?” she asked worriedly, staring at the crook-handled cane, small clothes brush and slipper.

The shorter, blonde-haired woman in the grey nurse’s uniform smiled and touched Zoe on the arm to reassure her.

“Oh, Sweetie. Like I said on the phone, this is the fourth time that he has done this, and we need to put a stop to it, right now,” she replied softly.

“Plus, Miss Brown and myself will punish him appropriately and that will be the end of the matter as far as we’re concerned. If he was to go in front of Mrs. Lacey, then she will cane him a lot more severely than we’re allowed to.” She smiled at her little lie.

Dawn Sherrington punished harder than any other member of staff at the school – the Head Mistress included.

Zoe continued to stare at the implements before turning her attention to me. I was still draped over Stephanie’s lap, my face buried in one of the cushions, my sobs and sniffs the only sound in the living room. Miss Brown had released the grip she had on me with her left arm and had now rested both hands flat on my back.

“Come on, my dear, let’s go and have a chat in the kitchen and let Miss Brown finish her work, shall we?” Dawn smiled at Zoe and walked over to where her implements were.

She picked up the ebony-backed clothes brush and the large, black slipper before turning and walking back to the sofa. She held the implements out to her younger, dark-haired colleague and smiled as Stephanie Brown took them from her before placing them down on the sofa beside her. She shuffled around a little so that she was comfortable and smiled at her older boss.

“We’ll leave you to it, Miss. You know the routine.” Ms. Sherrington smiled and then turned to Zoe, who she took by the arm and began to lead her gently towards the kitchen.

The dark-haired trainee school nurse watched Dawn and Zoe leave the living room, smiling as her older colleague closed the kitchen door behind her. Once alone with me, still sobbing and sniffing into the cushion, the twenty-three-year-old woman began to rub her hands softly over every inch of my red and swollen bottom, gently touching my skin with her black-painted fingernails. As I began to calm myself and return my breathing to some kind of normal, I felt Stephanie Brown’s fingers reach between my open legs and touch my cock and balls. I was still semi-hard, and she gave my cock a playful squeeze with her small right hand.

“You won’t be thinking about using that for a while once Miss has used her implements on you, Peter,” she leaned over and whispered into my left ear.

The young woman let go of my cock and slipped her left arm back around my waist, pulling me tightly into her navy jogging bottoms and light blue, short-sleeved nurse’s tunic. I buried my head back into the cushion and became tearful, knowing what was coming my way next. Out of my sight, Stephanie reached down and picked up the small, oval-headed, ebony-backed clothes brush in her small right hand, contemplating the innocent-looking implement for a moment before laying it against my red bottom. She smiled to herself before she began to tap the wooden brush against my buttocks.

“You’re going to receive a spanking to remember, you naughty, naughty little boy, so that I don’t ever have to come over again and give you a repeat performance. Am I making myself clear to you, young man?” the trainee school nurse asked in a stern tone of voice.

I did not reply and began crying into the cushion once more, even before the punishment had restarted.

In the kitchen, Zoe waited for the kettle to boil before making Dawn and herself a cup of coffee, carefully pouring some milk into each and stirring each cup noisily. She tried to pay full attention to what Ms. Sherrington was talking about, but the anticipation of hearing the sounds of punishment and then my shouts and cries as the implements did their work on my bottom was foremost in my adopted mum’s mind. She was just pouring the boiling water into the cups when she heard the first nasty swipe with the clothes brush connect with my bare bottom with an almighty “Thud!”

Ms. Sherrington simply smiled at Zoe, the smile growing wider across her face as they both heard a second, third, fourth, fifth and then a sixth smack hit home.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“It’s for his own good, Zoe.” Ms. Sherrington remarked, smiling as she looked at my adopted mum.

Zoe Rudd nodded uneasily and picked up the two cups of steaming hot coffee, walking across to where Dawn sat before handing one of the cups to the younger woman in the nurse’s uniform.

“It’ll teach him not to play truant and lie in future,” Dawn continued, placing her hot coffee on the table in front of her.

In the living room, I was crying uncontrollably into the by-now sodden cushion in front of me as Stephanie Brown slowly, and methodically, spanked me with the small, oval-headed ebony-backed clothes brush. She spanked hard, deliberately landing the brush on my already sore bottom before pausing and landing it once more. The more I squirmed and wriggled around in a vain attempt to avoid the brush, the tighter the young, dark-haired school nurse held me into her stomach and knees, spanking me harder as a result.

“Stop your wriggling, young man,” she hissed.

“The more you struggle, the longer and harder I’ll spank you, am I making myself clear, you naughty, naughty boy!” she continued.

She didn’t wait for a reply. There wasn’t one. I simply buried my face into the cushion and cried. The solid little clothes brush resumed its work on my bottom a moment later. The no-nonsense trainee school nurse slowly, carefully and painfully landed it another half a dozen times across my sore and reddening backside.

Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

Miss Brown spanked in silence, concentrating upon landing the clothes brush as hard as physically possible against the fleshy part of my bum cheeks, pressing each painful swipe into my bottom as far as she could. Stephanie smiled to herself as she admired her work. Within no time at all, the ebony-backed brush had left a series of deep red marks against both buttocks and she was determined to give me a lot more with it.

Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

The young, dark-haired nurse tightened the grip she had around my waist with her left arm as she spanked for all she was worth. I sniffed and sobbed and yelled into the cushion as the pain and the heat in my bottom grew. I couldn’t believe that Dawn Sherrington and Stephanie Brown were allowed to punish misbehaving students at my school in this way. I always assumed that nurses were supposed to be caring and compassionate. The twenty-three-year-old with the long, jet-black hair certainly wasn’t.

Stephanie continued spanking me with the brush, slowly and methodically smacking every inch of my throbbing backside with the nasty little wooden implement. She calmly ignored my sniffs and muffled cries and the constant wriggling, my vain attempt at avoiding further punishment from her. The young woman could feel how hot she was becoming from her exertions, but also from having me over her knees. Miss Brown tried to ignore the fact that it was happening again. During each of her previous punishments, she had quickly become aroused and felt her juices flowing. On those occasions, she had had to wait until she returned home to take care of her urges, masturbating on her bed until she had satisfied herself. She wondered if this was normal.

Did her boss, Ms. Sherrington feel like this after administering one of her legendary, severe thrashings with her prized crook-handled dragon cane? Stephanie thought to herself, before laying another half a dozen full-force smacks with her brush across my lower buttocks.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

The young school nurse continued to spank me with her brush for a few more minutes, slowly and carefully, just as she had been taught to do by Dawn. When she was satisfied that she had spent long enough using the clothes brush, or perhaps had simply got fed up with me crying, wriggling and squirming around over her knees, she concluded this part of my punishment with twelve full-force and cold smacks across the creases in between my thighs and lower bottom.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

I tried to wriggle free to bring an end to my spanking, but it was no use. Miss Brown had anticipated this and simply held me tighter into her nurse’s tunic and jogging bottoms. Stephanie held me for a few minutes once she had finished with the brush and said nothing as she waited for me to calm myself. Once satisfied, the young woman brought her left arm out from around my waist and placed her small left hand flat on my lower back. She placed the clothes brush down on the sofa beside her and touched my burning bum cheeks with her right hand.

“Ssshhh, sweetie,” she soothed, continually rubbing my hot bottom with her right hand.

“There, there. This is for your own good, Peter,” she spoke softly.

“You need to be taught a lesson that you won’t forget so that you don’t misbehave again,” Miss Brown continued.

The young nurse rubbed my bottom for a few minutes, until eventually her right hand wandered from my bottom, down the backs of my legs and then, between my legs. I sniffed and gasped as her warm right hand touched my semi-hard cock. The dark-haired lady smiled to herself as she touched it before moving her hand until I could feel her fingernails rubbing against my balls that were resting on the woman’s right thigh. She licked her lips. My cock, even though I was only seventeen-years-old, was much longer and thicker than her boyfriend’s. She doubted that she would be able to fit it in her mouth or suck it as comfortably as she did his.

“Ssshhh. It’s for your own good, young man,” Stephanie continued to soothe.

The twenty-three-year-old suddenly became conscious that her boss and my adopted mum were in the kitchen and returned her right hand to my bottom, giving it one final rub, before deciding to conclude my punishment.

“Peter. I want you to stand up and then come and kneel up on the sofa, place your hands on the back of the sofa and stick your bottom out for me. Do you understand, you naughty boy?” she instructed as she lifted her hands and sat back, allowing me to get to my feet.

In the kitchen, Zoe Rudd and Dawn Sherrington had finished their coffee and sat looking at one another across the small kitchen table as Stephanie had continued my punishment with the clothes brush. The nurse with the dark-blonde hair, which she had tied up behind her head with a hair clip, smiled at the older woman as they heard the clothes brush smacking my bottom at regular intervals. The younger school nurse reached across and took hold of my adopted mum’s left hand in her right and squeezed it gently.

“It’s for his own good, Zoe. You know that, don’t you?” Ms. Sherrington spoke reassuringly.

Zoe Rudd nodded anxiously as another smack with the brush landed across my bottom in the living room.

“Hopefully, he’ll learn his lesson, and this will be a one-off. It won’t do him any harm, Zoe.” She smiled at her lie.

She hoped it was doing me some harm. At least enough to prevent me from sitting for a few days, being reminded each time when I tried, what I had done that had resulted in my sore bottom.

“Plus, I think we’ve been pretty kind with him this afternoon – I mean, would you really prefer it if Mrs. Lacey or myself put him over our knees and then caned him?” She smiled sweetly as she squeezed Zoe’s hand again.

My adopted mum shook her head and unintentionally winced as, in the living room, the brush landed once more.

“Perhaps you need to put him over your knee from time to time just to remind him of his place?” the School nurse said seriously.

“I can’t!” Zoe Rudd replied in an instant and paused, looking at Dawn.

My adopted mum smiled uneasily.

“But I’d appreciate it if, maybe, you would come over every so often to 'discuss' his behaviour with him and then put him back in his place,” she continued.

The dark blonde-haired nurse nodded and sat in silence as if she were thinking this over. In reality, she was delighted and tried her best to hide this from my adopted mum. She let Zoe’s hand go and got up from the chair, ironing the creases from her dark grey nurse’s uniform, before adjusting her navy belt, with its silver buckle, that fitted snugly around her waist.

“I’m sure I could do that for you, Zoe. If that’s what you want. I still think a spanking would be better coming from you, and you may surprise yourself if you try it. I could teach you?” Dawn smiled wickedly.

“I can’t, Dawn. Please. It would really send a message to him if he knew that you would come over and spank him if he misbehaves. He’d never be as terrified of me,” Zoe Rudd said as she stood up and placed her chair under the table.

Ms. Sherrington laughed again.

“I think you’d be surprised at what you could do with a little bit of training. I mean, look at sweet and innocent looking Stephanie. You’d never think that such a slight thing could punish like she does.” The thirty-year-old woman licked her lips and nodded as she heard the clothes brush landing against my bottom once again.

“Maybe we could even get Steph to come over instead of me. I’m sure that she wouldn’t mind,” she added.

My adopted mum nodded nervously and busied herself placing the two empty cups in the sink and then ironing the creases from her short-sleeved white satin blouse and expensive knee-length black skirt. The two women continued chatting in the kitchen, both noticing instantly when the sounds of punishment stopped.

“We’re getting there,” Ms. Sherrington smiled as she stood staring at Zoe Rudd.

Back in the living room, I had struggled to my feet and Stephanie Brown had stood up, watching me in silence as I reluctantly positioned myself on the sofa. I knelt on the middle of the three cushions and placed my hands over the back of the sofa, burying my face in them. My bottom stuck out behind me and the young nurse spent a moment inspecting it closely before she reached down and picked up the large black, rubber-soled slipper from the seat to my right-hand side. She contemplated this for a moment, ensuring that she had it in the perfect position in her small right hand before she sat on the sofa to my left and placed her left arm around my waist, holding me tightly.

“You bad, bad boy!” she hissed as she measured the size-eleven slipper against my bottom.

“I’m going to make sure that you don’t want to be punished by me ever again, young man!” she continued.

I think I had already started crying again, even before Stephanie’s first full-force and extremely painful smack with the slipper kissed my right bum cheek. It connected with a thunderous “Whack!” that seemed to echo around the whole house.

I muffled my cries by placing my left hand in my mouth and the tears fell freely as the pain registered in my brain. Miss Brown said nothing. Instead, she adjusted the grip she had on me, looked down at my red backside and thought about where her next smack with the slipper was going to land.

“Whack!”

My left buttock received the exact same treatment as the right one had a moment before. I squirmed as the pain registered and the young nurse with the long black hair struggled to hold me in place on the sofa. She held the slipper tightly in her right hand and waited to land her next painful swipe.

“Bottom out!” she barked as she waited for me to position myself correctly.

Once she was satisfied, the large slipper crashed against my lower right buttock.

“Whack!”

Again, I struggled and squirmed for all I was worth, and the young nurse fought to keep hold of me.

“Stick that bottom out!” she hissed, trying to use her weight to push me into the correct position.

Miss Brown slowly smacked the nasty, heavy rubber-soled slipper across my bottom, careful to catch each bum cheek alternately. She paused between each swipe, allowing me to settle myself as the pain burned into my already red and sore backside. Stephanie said nothing as she administered her first dozen smacks, struggling to hold me in position on the sofa.

“Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!”

I was crying and sobbing loudly and turned to face the young, dark-haired nurse once she had paused to inspect her work with the nasty slipper.

“Please, Miss. Please stop. I’ll be good – I promise. I won’t misbehave again!” I sniffed almost pleadingly as I stared at the young woman through teary eyes.

Stephanie simply shook her head and laughed, tightening the grip she had around my waist with her left arm, pulling me into her light blue nurse’s tunic. She raised the large black slipper in the air once more, preparing her next dose.

“I know you won’t, young man. Otherwise, you know what I’ll do to you and next time – I won’t be so understanding with you!” She raised her voice, staring at me emotionlessly through her bright blue eyes.

A moment later, Miss Brown resumed my punishment with her slipper, slowly laying out another dozen smacks as hard as she physically could with the large black shoe.

“Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!”

The more I cried, sniffed and sobbed, the harder the young school nurse seemed to spank me with the slipper. After a further dozen smacks, most of which landed across the creases in between my lower buttocks and tops of my thighs, Miss Brown stopped and threw the slipper onto the sofa next to where I was positioned. She continued to hold me still with her strong left arm, smiling as she listened to me crying and sniffing.

As I knelt up on the sofa, head bowed into my arms, crying, Miss Brown released her grip on me and got to her feet. The young woman walked over to my right-hand side, bent down and picked up the clothes brush and slipper from the seat of the sofa. She returned them to the armchair across from where I was positioned, and she picked up Dawn Sherrington’s crook-handled, senior dragon cane. The young, dark-haired nurse flexed it in both hands before swishing it through the air several times to get the feel for the implement and also to announce to me what was coming my way next.

I continued lying face down over the back of the sofa, sobbing and sniffing loudly. The dark-haired young nurse smiled to herself as she continued to swish the dense dragon cane, only stopping when she touched it against my red and sore bottom that was standing out in front of her. The twenty-three-year-old carefully laid it across the fleshy centre of my bruised bottom before she began to tap it gently against my already sore backside.

“Now, young man. I’m going to give you the maximum number of strokes for repeatedly breaking school rules – that’s eighteen strokes of the cane across your bottom,” she spoke softly, continuing to tap the cane against my bottom as she did so.

“In school, you’d be given the first six over your trousers, then the next six across your underpants and then, finally, the last six on the bare bottom, but I can’t be bothered wasting time allowing you to get dressed only to have you remove them again, so I won’t tell Mrs. Lacey if you won’t.” She giggled and drew her cane back.

“It can be our little secret, young man,” she continued, adjusting her stance and flicking her long dark hair back behind her head.

“Shall we begin, Peter?” Stephanie licked her lips and paused, waiting for a reply.

She did not get one, and after a few moments, she simply decided to get on with the punishment. Miss Brown brought her first stroke down relatively lightly across the centre of my right bum cheek. It landed with a “Thwack!” I cried and tried to muffle my shout by placing my hand in my mouth. That first cane stroke was unlike anything I had ever felt before and it burned into my right buttock, leaving a neat, straight red line.

I swayed and wriggled, and, out of my sight, Stephanie Brown watched and waited until I was back in position before administering her next stroke.

“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”

It took the young school nurse several minutes to lay those first half a dozen strokes across my bottom as she had to pause between each stroke until I had calmed myself and resumed my position on the sofa. Although I was a first-time offender, the young dark-haired nurse laid those strokes across the fleshy part of my bottom as hard, and as unfeeling, as she possibly could. The twenty-three-year-old smiled to herself as she saw the first set of six, thin red tram lines appear across my left and right buttocks.

Stephanie leaned in closer and bent down, laying the cane across the lower part of my bottom. Over the next five or so minutes, she administered the next half a dozen full-force swipes with the crook-handled cane across my lower bum cheeks, again smiling as she saw another set of thin red lines appearing on my already red, swollen and sore backside.

“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”

As I cried and shouted into my arms as I lay bent over the back of the sofa, I did not notice that Dawn and Zoe had walked into the living room and stood watching the young trainee nurse, who smiled at Ms. Sherrington. The thirty-year-old blonde-haired lady walked across to where I was sniffing and sobbing and leaned in to inspect my bottom, nodding at Stephanie as she stood up.

“Excellent job so far, Miss,” she commented as she ironed the creases from her dark grey, short-sleeved nurse’s dress.

“Perhaps we can do this a little differently?” She stared at my red and bruised bottom pointing out in front of her.

She looked across at Zoe and smiled.

“I think we’ll have him over the arm of the sofa, and I’ll hold him in my lap so that you really can drive those last six strokes home, Miss Brown.”

My adopted mum simply nodded at the younger woman and walked over to one of the armchairs and sat down.

“Up!” Ms. Sherrington snapped, before pulling my left arm with her right hand to help me on my way.

Within a couple of minutes, I was bent over the left arm of the sofa, my face once again in the cushion which Dawn Sherrington had placed over her knees. I felt the thirty-year-old’s arms pushing me down, making my bottom rise higher in the air, giving Miss Brown a clear target to aim for with her cane.

“The final six, Miss. Hard as you can!” Dawn instructed, pushing down with even more pressure on my back.

Behind me, Stephanie had taken up her position. She stood with her left foot in front of her right, left knee slightly bent and she placed her left hand on her left hip. The dark-haired nurse laid her cane out once more against my bottom and took careful aim where her next batch of strokes would land. She targeted my lower bottom and tops of my thighs and licked her lips.

I was just preparing myself for those final six strokes when out of my sight, Zoe spoke.

“I think that he needs six strokes for each act of truancy, Dawn.”

It took me a moment to realise what my adopted mum was saying, and once I had realised that she was asking for even more punishment to be administered, I found some strength and pushed myself up, turning to look at her through blurry, tear-filled eyes.

“Please, Mu…” My plea for mercy was muffled by Ms. Sherrington, who quickly pushed me back down into the cushion and held me there using every ounce of strength she had.

“Shut up, naughty boy!” Dawn Sherrington hissed, before turning her attention to Zoe Rudd.

“Oh, Honey. We’re only allowed to give a maximum of eighteen strokes with the cane no matter what they may have done. Only Mrs. Lacey can give the maximum of twenty-four, and for that, they would have to have done something really bad.”

There was a short silence in the living room before Dawn continued.

“However, I guess if you have asked for him to receive extra punishment, then as long as you write a note for the Head Mistress, explaining your desire that he receives extra strokes, then I don’t think that she’ll object.” She spoke quietly, concentrating upon holding me still over her knees.

“I can’t believe what he has been up to, so I want him to realise how upset and disappointed I am by his behaviour. I think that he should receive extra strokes, Miss,” Zoe spoke quietly.

Dawn nodded.

“Very well, Zoe. Just write a note for Mrs. Lacey before we leave and I’m sure she’ll understand. Twelve of your very best, please, Miss Brown.” The blonde-haired school nurse smiled at her younger colleague.

The next sensation I felt was the dragon cane being tapped against my bottom before Stephanie Brown drew it back, paused and then sent it hurtling towards my defenceless bottom. It landed across my lower right buttock a second later with a loud “Thwack!” which seemed to echo around the house.

Over the next five or so minutes, Stephanie Brown, the trainee school nurse, laid on those final dozen strokes, putting every last ounce of effort she had into them.

“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”

I screamed and cried for all I was worth, but Dawn Sherrington used her experience and strength to hold me securely until after that final stroke had bitten deep into the crease between my left buttock and top of my left thigh. Miss Brown bent down and carefully examined my bottom, nervously wondering if the punishment she had administered would be enough to please her uber-strict boss.

Dawn kept me over her lap for a few minutes until she was satisfied that I had calmed down. Once allowed to stand, I struggled to my feet and stood next to Stephanie, who stood there with the cane in her right hand, looking at her older, blonde-haired boss. Ms. Sherrington looked up at me from the sofa before she got to her feet, placing the cushion in the corner of the sofa. She ironed the creases from her uniform and focused on me.

“Back over the arm of the sofa, Peter,” she spoke quietly and watched as I obeyed.

The thirty-year-old school nurse spent a few minutes examining my sore and red bottom, running her cool hands over my red hot backside. She invited Zoe to join her and she explained to my adopted mum which implements had done what, why each one had been used and estimating how long it may take before I would be able to sit down without feeling Stephanie Brown’s handiwork.

“Ooh, much better than what Paige had done to her the other week. I think she couldn’t sit for three days after Miss had dealt with her, so I’d say at least a week for this naughty one.” She laughed as she planted a playful, yet still hefty slap across the back of my right leg.

“Do you want me to clean him up, Ms. Sherrington?” Miss Brown asked softly.

Dawn looked at Stephanie, and then at Zoe, and smiled.

“I think that may be necessary as this naughty little bottom is a bit of a mess.” She smiled at my adopted mum.

“Perhaps put him to bed without any supper as well,” she added.

Ms. Sherrington turned and walked over to the armchair where she had placed her bag. She took out her mobile phone and walked back to where I was lying face down over the sofa and snapped several pictures of my red, bruised and swollen bottom. She smiled at Zoe and Stephanie.

“Just so that I can fill in Miss Brown’s evaluation sheets when we get back to school,” she explained as she checked the pictures that she had taken.

“Definitely in the 'exceptional' category, Miss Brown.” The thirty-year-old smiled as she watched her younger, dark-haired colleague help me to my feet.

A few minutes later, I found myself face down on my bed and Stephanie sat to my right-hand side rubbing cooling cream into my hot and throbbing bottom. She said nothing as her hands wandered over every inch of my bottom and thighs before her right hand wandered between my legs. The young, dark-haired nurse smiled as she touched my cock and balls, holding her warm hand there for a while, before getting to her feet and pulling the sheets and duvet over me.

“Naughty boy,” she whispered as she leaned in close and stroked my shaven head with her left hand.

“Stay there until your mum tells you otherwise. Do you understand?” she asked softly.

I did not reply and closed my eyes and tried to think of something other than the young, dark-haired nurse in her light-blue uniform. I really wished that she had done more than just touched my cock and balls.

Stephanie picked up her tube of cream and left my bedroom, closing the door quietly behind her. She returned to the living room and the three ladies remained there for a while discussing my punishment. Once Dawn and her assistant had left, Zoe spent a while tidying up and sorting things out before she came to see me. We discussed my behaviour and why she was so disappointed with what I had done. I had let her down and I felt bad about that – freely crying and promising that I would never do that again. She cuddled me and said that I had been forgiven before leaving me to think about what I had done. Later that evening, I had masturbated at the thought of Stephanie Brown and thought about how I could have a repeat performance from the strict young nurse.

Zoe Rudd had used her vibrator to take her mind off thinking about Dawn Sherrington. She really wanted to be pleasured by the stern, no-nonsense blonde-haired woman and perhaps even punished by her herself. Ms. Sherrington had masturbated at the thought of my adopted mum and thought about what it would be like to have sex with a woman for a change. Miss Brown had failed to calm herself down and was wet when she arrived home after work. On hearing the front door being locked as her boyfriend returned home after work, she had almost jumped on him and kissed him hard on the mouth, quickly getting on her knees and unzipping his trousers and pulling down his boxer shorts.

Stephanie smiled to herself on seeing his erect cock, which was still so much smaller than mine, but placed it in her mouth and sucked for all she was worth, taking every hot, sticky drop when he came in her mouth. She had then taken him to their bedroom, and they fucked hard, Stephanie Brown not stopping until she had had three noisy and intense orgasms.

That following Monday morning, Miss Brown escorted me to the Head Mistress’ office. Ms. Sherrington was already there. The two women were already discussing why I had been punished and what punishment had been administered to me that previous Friday afternoon. On the mature woman’s large desk, I could see my adopted mum’s note, in which she had explained why she had requested additional strokes of the cane for me. This lay next to Mrs. Lacey’s crook-handled school cane. After a few minutes, where the three women talked about my punishment as if I weren’t there, The Head Mistress got up from her chair and stared at me. She looked absolutely pissed off and spent a moment or two contemplating me standing there facing her.

“Peter. I want you to take your trousers and underpants down and bend over my table over there.” She spoke sternly and left me in no doubt that I needed to obey without argument.

I walked across the large office and did as I had been instructed in silence, soon finding myself bent over the table, bottom pointing out behind me. The short, slim Head Mistress took the few steps over to me and spent several moments inspecting my bottom, bending down to take a closer look at the marks that Stephanie had imprinted on my backside with her hands and implements, before standing up and running both hands across every inch of my still delicate bottom. After a few minutes, she walked back to her desk and smiled at Dawn and Stephanie.

“I think that is more than sufficient. Well done, Miss Brown,” she said cheerfully as she scribbled something into the notebook on her desk in front of her.

As I lay there, face down over the table with everything on show, I became aware that my cock had gone hard at the thought of the lovely, twenty-three-year-old nurse. Mrs. Lacey then scolded me severely, explaining if there was a repeated incident of truancy, then I would be caned by her, the slightly-built Head Mistress swishing her cane through the air several times just to illustrate her point. I was then informed that I would be made to serve a fortnight of after-school detention to make up for the schooling I had missed, and this would be supervised by the formidable Head of Sixth Form, Mrs. Corrigan and the Deputy Head Mistress, Miss Kominski.

I was then allowed to get dressed and escorted to my first lesson of the day by Miss Brown, who could feel her juices flowing once more. She hoped that she could get her tenth, and final, punishment out of the way soon and then she could begin administering punishments without the supervision of her boss, Dawn Sherrington. I made up with my adopted mum, Zoe and avoided any further punishment. Although once was enough for me, I yearned for Stephanie to do naughty things to me whilst she was dressed in her nurse’s uniform, which I found such a turn-on.