A Month With Mr. Martin (A Sequel to The Headmaster's Schoolgirl Wife)

Wiping away tears (and more) back in her bedroom as she searched for mouthwash, Alex heard a brisk knock.  She was surprised to see the school nurse waiting outside, wearing her uniform.  "I do some side work for the estates in summers.  No school you know!" she added cheerily by way of explanation.  Her brown hair was held in a neat bun.   Alexis had seen her around school but could not recall her name.

Fortunately the nameless nurse gave no sign she recognized Alexis.  “If you’ll follow me, miss, I’m set up just down the hall in the bathroom.”  Alexis desperately needed to cleanse the taste of her submission from her mouth; perhaps there would be mouthwash in the bathroom.  Following her to the large guest bathroom, Alexis found the nurse’s kit spread across a counter, and something she took for an IV stand with a nearly empty bag she assumed contained saline or some such.

Shivering on the cold marble tiles, she supposed the nurse was there to make sure her backside wasn’t taking too much abuse.  How endearing. 

But the mousy young woman surprised her.  "So, you're down for a physical and a cleaning," she said, beaming at Alexis from behind her glasses.  “Strip naked, please.”

"But... I don't..."  Why would she need a physical?  And she could clean herself, thank you very much.  And would, if she had anything to say about it.  And why was everyone demanding she remove her clothes today? It was really too much.

“All the girls get them! For health and safety. Now get those clothes off, young miss.”  She eyed Alexis’ nubile body in the scanty maid outfit with an undisguised and slightly alarming hunger in her beady eyes.

“But naked? I hardly think that’s necessary!  Surely some sort of gown... ”  She didn’t want to expose herself to this very curious woman her own age.  Particularly not her buttocks, which had clearly been thoroughly  spanked quite recently.  She knew this woman!  Had even told her off for letting the students leave class on mild illness!  The idea she’d see Alexis’ bare pussy and spanked red bottom was horrifying.

The nurse’s smarmy smile reversed into a contemptuous frown.  "Is that backtalk I hear?  Naughty girl! The suds are going to be extra warm for you, dear, I advise you not to make them any warmer!  Now strip naked immediately!"

Seeing no alternative, Alexis removed the blouse and dropped the tiny skirt, setting the items neatly on a counter.  She was much too aware of the nurse’s completely shameless leer.  Slowly removing her bra, Alexis felt ill as the woman licked her lips.  Exactly what kind of physical examination was this going to be? And what were the suds for?  A cleaning? Surely she could bathe herself!  She supposed the perverted woman wanted to feel her up in the guise of cleaning her.  She should have expected that a nurse working for Charles Martin would take indecent liberties.  Probably used to his girls being quite cowed.

Well, she would just have to bear it with all the dignity she could muster.  Anything to avoid another spanking! She held her chin up as she paused at her panties, covering her breasts with an arm.  She murmured "Miss, must I..."

The nurse clucked.  "Goodness!  Making me repeat myself!  How disrespectful, young lady!  Stark naked I told you!  You need a complete health inspection."

So much for dignity!  Stung by her words, the svelte Alexis lowered her panties with a quiet “…yes, miss.”    She tried to position herself so her red cheeks were not visible as the panties descended, but to little avail.

The nurse sniffed suspiciously at Alexis’ words, and the latter realized the fruits of her mealtime efforts were still fresh in her mouth.  Blushing, she resolved to say as little as possible.  What might the nurse tell Jack!

The nurse patted the red buttocks of her patient with a bright, knowing smile.  “Been a little naughty on our first day, have we?” The heiress blushed madly at the double-entendre.

“Now, into the tub. Unless you’d like some more?”  Alexis obeyed wordlessly.  The nurse was thrilled, hardly taking her wide eyes off the girl’s fantastic nude form.  She was certainly quite developed for a teenager!  You’d almost have thought her in her twenties, mused the nurse as she devoured the smooth, creamy flesh with her eyes.  She was not at all surprised to find the tart’s bottom had been thoroughly attended to.

“Spread your legs, dear, I need to check for lice.”  Alexis gasped in outrage.  But when the nurse raised an eyebrow, she reluctantly parted her pert thighs, blinking but trying to keep her head held high.  This commoner wouldn’t get the best of her!  Her upper lip trembled only slightly.

The nurse tsked.  “Looks like I’ll need the razor today.  Or perhaps the garden shears,” she teased, “the master likes his hedges trimmed neatly, and woe to the gardener if they aren’t up to par!”  A shrill giggle escaped her.

Alexis was not amused.  She did not want this woman scraping away her public hair.  She hadn’t shaved in a few days but she was hardly unkempt.  She didn’t want Charles to have another excuse to punish her, but this was too much.

“Really now! I don’t --”

SLAP! “More backtalk, is it?” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Alexis yelped.  The hard slaps really hurt on her already scorched buttocks.  She managed to keep from sniffling but just barely.  She resolved to keep a stiff upper lip.  Charles was one thing, but she would not cry in front of this hired lackey!  She would not!

Sensing her disdain, the nurse seized her by the hair and pulled her face close, frowning fiercely.  “You’ll be shaved bare, you little tart.  That’s how we keep girls here.  Clean and healthy!”

“Yes miss.”  Alexis acquiesced miserably through clenched teeth, trying not to exhale in her direction.

The nurse released her. “Now, on your back and lift up your filthy crotch.  Knees well apart.”

Blushing to her roots, Alexis groaned and did as she asked, though she loathed the lewd position.  Raising her hips, as though reaching desperately for the caress of a lover, the position spread her vulval lips wide, clitoral bud just peeking from the top.  The nurse smiled at her undignified pose and went to work with no regard for the other woman’s privacy or comfort.  She prodded and pulled and soaped and shaved until the gasping Alexis was smooth as a baby from anus to bellybutton.

During the rough handling of her nether areas Alexis’ unwilling arousal grew.  By the end her clitoral peg had now fully emerged and the nurse gave it a tweak, giggling as Alexis convulsed in a confused mix of revulsion, indignation and pleasure.

“All done!” the nurse said brightly.  Alexis sagged back in relief, biting back several choice remarks about perverts in the medical profession and the working classes generally.  At least it was over and she could get away from this awful woman and her probing fingers.

“That just leaves your cleaning,” she told the girl slyly, “now bend over that counter, in front of the sink.”  Obeying, Alexis was confused.  Wasn’t she clean now?  She’d been very thoroughly shaved and washed.  Were they going to wash her hair perhaps?  Steaming water began to rise from the other sink behind her, where the nurse was readying some apparatus.  Alexis craned her neck but could only catch glimpses of what she was doing.

“Now for my favorite part.”  The nurse beamed as she took firm hold of Alexis’ hair.  But instead of lathering her brunette locks with shampoo, she yanked Alexis’ head back and stared into her eyes.  Her other hand reached back behind the stricken girl, where  Alexis felt a very unwelcome pressure.

“What… ooh... no… no! Ooooh! Oh!”  Alexis’ eyes bugged in shock, much to the nurse’s amusement.  The violation was as unexpected as it was intimate , and the nurse stared into her humiliated features with great delight. 

“Yes,” her tormentor cooed, “we’re going to get you nice and clean!  Inside as well as out!”  Grinning like a Cheshire cat, she turned a valve and hot soapy water began to flow.  Alexis’ fine features dissolved into horror as the nurse preened with pleasure.   The little tart wasn’t nearly so posh with a quart of hot suds flooding her pert young bottom!  Not at all!

“Ohh! Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhh!” Still held tightly, Alexis’ gaze was filled by the enormously satisfied expression of the nurse, even as she was filled quite uncomfortably somewhere else.  True to her word, the cockney medical professional had made the suds very warm indeed, and Alexis began to drum her heels as the temperature inside her most intimate regions rose to unbearable levels.

“Oh, it hurrrts!  Oh!  Oh please… miss, it’s too hot!”  Drat, what was her name?

“Nonsense!” cooed the delighted nurse softly.  “It’s just right for a naughty girl like you.”  Watching her victim’s reaction closely she gave the enema bag a hard squeeze and Alexis groaned despairingly at the terrible sensations that ensued.  To her everlasting shame tears squirted from her eyes as the cramps began sending unpleasant heat through her gut, before the smug nurse released her hair, gave her full butt a painful slap, and sent the crying “maid” scuttling off to relieve herself.

*******

Having cleared herself (alone, mercifully) of cleanser, Alexis now stood shakily on the hardwood floor just outside the bathroom, hands on knees as ordered, naked as a jaybird and still shuddering with relief.  As a final touch, the nurse lavished a white substance from an unmarked jar over the spread thighs and buttocks.  The cream would prevent any bruising from developing, but also make the area more sensitive.  It was the perfect balm to ensure a naughty bum could continue to receive instruction day after educational day.

On her way out Alex finally spotted the mouthwash, grabbing the bottle and swishing gratefully as the burning fluids stung her tongue and gums, in a faint, minty echo of the scalding she’d just experienced at the other end.

The nurse stood to attention as the master of the house entered the hallway.

“We got her cleaned out.  But she’s a disobedient little slut, Mr. Martin, there’s no doubt about that.  Reeks of semen, and I found some on her uniform as well.  And her pussy -- wet as October!  It’s no wonder her aunt sent her to you.”  Alexis burned in shame, digging a toe into the floor and hiding her eyes meekly, but made no attempt to dispute the report. 

She leaned in and mock-whispered. “Nearly came when I shaved her, dirty thing.”  Alexis’ eyes bugged at the unfairness of this exaggeration, but somehow she held her tongue.  She could hardly wait to get away from this horrid person!

But the nurse wasn’t ready to give up her new toy yet.  “Gave me some backtalk too,” she smirked, hintingly, glancing pointedly at the red cheeks.

"Hmmm, yes.  Well.  She certainly does need discipline.  You may give her a taste of the hairbrush before you go, if you like," said Charles, handing her a heavy, wide mahogany piece, worn and shiny.  "It dates from the 1600s, I'm told, used continuously by a series of headmistresses to keep order.  Lost its bristles long ago, but still manages to be useful somehow.  I’m sure she will find it instructive."

The nurse's eyes sparkled.  "Oh my, yes.  The little tart will certainly feel this!"  She cradled the heavy instrument lovingly as she pulled a wooden chair nearer.  Alexis swallowed.

“Don’t you agree, dear?”  She grabbed the nubile young aristocrat’s chin and lifted her sullen gaze to meet her own flashing eyes.  “Look at me when I’m addressing you!”

Alexis could hardly think of anything to say to this.  A hairbrushing on top of her medical humiliation?  It was so unfair! And she doubted the nurse would take it easy on her battered behind.  This truly was a nightmare evening.   Despair overcame her, and the nurse grinned as blue eyes watered and she stammered.  “P-please miss, I…”

“Over my knee, slut!”  The terse order came even as the nurse sat, licking her chops and grinning.  Reluctantly lowering herself, Alexis figured correctly the nurse must be eager to spank her, and she yelped as the punishment began before she was even properly situated, let alone prepared.  SMACK!

SMACK! Another blow fell as she was getting adjusted, the sound echoing down the hallway.  Alexis shrieked and flailed her arms in protest.  Couldn’t they at least let her get ready?  But Charles murmured his approval and the nurse could hardly contain her delight.

“Hands on the floor! Stick it up like you want it!” More blows punctuated each command and a wailing Alexis struggled to respond. This seemingly simple task was complicated by the fact she most definitely did not want it.  But she was going to get it anyway, and she knew it, so she tried her best to appease the fierce woman punishing her, all thoughts of dignity fleeing as the hairbrush rose and fell.

“Ow! Yes, ma’am! Ow! Ow! OWWW!”

Soon tears were streaming and Alexis was pleading and promising the grinning nurse she’d behave in future, honest she would.  Knowing they had all month, the older woman reluctantly let off after a few delightful (for her) and devilish (for Alexis) minutes painting her naked buttocks a brighter shade of red as she jerked and yelped.  Charles then ordered Alexis into the corner of the hallway, near the stairs.

As she left the nurse gave her sore butt a hard slap, then leaned in toward Charles and whispered loudly. “Well, the little tart’s ready for you.  When you take her, don’t go easy, make it rough and long.  Posh little thing, it’ll do her good.” She pinched a horrified Alexis’ cheek and gave the smirking Charles a wink as she left. 

Dazed and sobbing, Alexis puzzled over this as she stood in the corner, nose pressed firmly to the wall.  Had she heard wrong? Take her where, exactly?  Somehow she didn’t think they were leaving the house.  Surely she didn’t mean…  No.  No, it couldn’t be that.